296: Chapter 297: The Terrifying Great Demon

Edge of the battlefield.

The civilians huddled in the corner of the ruins, holding tightly to each other.

They looked at the tragic scene before them, their eyes filled with conflicting emotions.

They hoped that this group of descended warriors could win, because only then would they have a chance to survive.

But they were also scared to death.

While tearing the Chaos Daemon into pieces, those gray-armored giants let out creepy, strange laughs.

Some giants even held the enemy's severed limbs in their hands and waved them around like sticks.

What kind of army was this, after all?

But no one gave them an answer. At this moment, in the center of the battlefield.

A Chaos Champion trapped in heavy encirclement had crimson eyes.

He violently pushed away the players around him and unstrapped a battle-axe radiating a thick, ominous aura from his back.

Chaos Relic — [Axe of Terror].

"Kneel! Mortals!"

The champion raised the battle-axe high.

A ring of visible dark red ripples expanded outward centered on him.

That was a fear aura that struck straight at the soul.

Any civilians who came into contact with this aura instantly rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and passed out.

The Chaos Champion laughed wildly, expecting to see the ugly sight of these gray-armored giants casting aside their armor and weapons and begging for mercy on their knees.

This ancient-styled relic was an entity worshiped in evil monasteries for thousands of years; whenever it was brought out, mortals were bound to rout!

However.

A heavily armored giant hand passed straight through the fear aura and slapped him right across the helmet.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of a slap.

The Chaos Champion was slapped halfway around in place, and the battle-axe slipped out of his hand.

Player Pi She steadily caught the Axe of Terror.

He looked down at this weapon flashing with red light,

"Holy shit! Purple gear dropped!"

Player Pi She shouted excitedly,

"Brothers! This monster dropped legendary gear! And it glows!"

Holding his helmet, the Chaos Champion was completely dumbfounded.

His proud relic was actually snatched away by the opponent with a single slap.

"Die!"

Player Pi She reversed his grip on the Axe of Terror and chopped an axe blade straight into the Chaos Champion's chest.

...

On the other side.

The highest combat power of the whole field was carrying out the final strangulation.

Grimal Nail-Master was truly worthy of being the Chapter Master of the World Eaters.

Even trapped in heavy encirclement, his power remained terrifying.

The Blood God's blessing formed a faint crimson shield outside his Power Armor.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Grimal wielded his dual-bladed chainaxes, forcibly blocking the great hammer smashed down by Flame Fist.

Mars splattered.

Grimal flicked his wrist, and the battle-axe slid along the hammer handle, slashing towards Flame Fist's fingers.

The combat skill was seasoned and ruthless.

Flame Fist had to take a step back.

"Such high AI! This boss can even parry!" Flame Fist shouted.

"I'll tank the damage!"

Wang Shouyi raised the heavy riot shield and slammed into Grimal like a tank.

Grimal sneered.

He sidestepped to avoid the charge, his right leg lifted violently, his battle boot carrying a piercing whistling sound of breaking air, kicking precisely at the load-bearing edge of the shield.

"Bang!"

Tremendous force transmitted through the shield, and Wang Shouyi 13-Spice was directly kicked flying more than a dozen meters away, rolling three or four times on the ground before stopping.

"Zhen! Apply crowd control!" Flame Fist roared.

"Coming, coming!"

Nicotine Truth outflanked from the flank.

He was holding several sticky explosives in his hands, trying to stick them onto Grimal's joints.

But Grimal's intuition was terrifyingly sharp.

Without even looking, he backhanded an axe and chopped the explosives in mid-air to pieces.

The shockwave of the explosion overturned Zhen onto the ground.

"Exhilarating! Too exhilarating!"

Grimal laughed wildly.

The torment of the Butcher's Nails was completely suppressed by the thrill of battle.

Under the siege of three high-tier players, not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, but he grew bolder with every fight, every axe carrying a fatal threat.

But he overlooked one thing.

There were not only three players here.

...

Several hours passed.

The sky canopy remained dim.

But the battle on the plaza was nearing its end.

Grimal's wild laughter disappeared.

He breathed heavily, his dark red Power Armor covered in cracks and dents.

The armor on his left arm had been completely smashed to pieces.

He looked around.

Total annihilation.

The eight Chaos Champions he was proud of, those blood-fury elites blessed by the Blood God.

Thousands of World Eaters warriors.

All dead.

Not a single corpse was complete.

Their bones were smashed little by little by these gray-armored monsters in the most brutal and savage way.

Around him, hundreds of players surrounded him tightly in the center with the eyes of looking at a rare monster.

Behind Grimal, only three shivering Blood Priests remained.

"What... on earth are you things?"

Grimal looked at Flame Fist, who was pressing closer step by step, his voice hoarse.

Flame Fist shouldered his Warhammer and ignored him, only shouting in the channel:

"Brothers, the boss is at red HP! Don't steal the first kill!"

Grimal didn't understand what the opponent was saying.

But he understood the contempt in the opponent's eyes.

That was the look of a hunter looking at prey.

An irrepressible fury completely swallowed Grimal's sanity.

He knew he couldn't win.

In pure physical combat, he couldn't kill all these monsters.

"Since you want to die..."

Grimal suddenly turned around and chopped open the chest of a Blood Priest behind him with an axe.

Fresh blood gushed out, but instead of falling to the ground, it suspended in mid-air.

Seeing this, the other two Blood Priests not only did not escape, but frantically slashed open their own throats.

"With the endless fury on this battlefield as a guide! With this mountain of corpses and sea of blood as a sacrifice!"

Grimal dropped his battle-axe, knelt on both knees, inserted his hands into the priests' scalding blood, and let out an inhuman roar toward the sky.

On the battlefield.

The resentment of all dead Chaos warriors, the extreme fear of civilians, and the bottomless emotions of the players.

At this moment, were completely ignited.

The veil of reality began to Warp.

A dazzling Warp rift dripping with viscous blood slowly tore open above Grimal's head.

Accompanied by the rupture of the veil, the aura of the Warp poured backward into the real world like a breached flood.

That was a stench mixed with rust, sulfur, and aged blood clots.

Extreme emotions transformed into substantial ripples, instantly sweeping across the entire plaza.

The civilians who were originally huddled in the corners of the ruins bore the brunt.

Ordinary human brains simply could not withstand direct viewing of the Warp.

Just by taking a glance at that rift, the vast majority of civilians instantly fell into complete madness.

"Ugh ahhhh—"

A ragged man suddenly knelt on the ground, his hands digging tightly into his eye sockets, forcefully tearing off two lumps of flesh and blood.

The woman beside him let out a non-human roar, her spine snapping backward at an angle that violated physical laws, the crisp sound of bone fracture clearly audible in the plaza.

Yet as if feeling no pain, she supported herself on the ground with her limbs reversed, twitching and writhing frantically like a spider.

Screams, the tearing of flesh, and hysterical wild laughter instantly intertwined into a symphony of a living hell.

The players on the periphery also noticed this sudden abnormality.

Pi She raised his head, looking at the growing blood-red rift in mid-air, and then at Grimal kneeling on the ground performing the sacrifice.

"Holy shit, there's still a big boss?"

Player Pi She shouted loudly in the channel,

"Interrupt him quickly! He's casting a spell!"

A large golden figure had already rushed out like a cannonball.

Flame Fist had already moved before Pi She spoke, the dazzling gold drawing an afterimage across the dim plaza.

"Fucking die!"

Flame Fist gripped the heavy Warhammer with both hands and leaped high.

The power engine at the tail of the Warhammer spewed azure plasma exhaust flames, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, violently smashing toward the Chaos Lord Grimal who was kneeling on the ground and praying madly.

Just at the moment when the Warhammer was about to smash into Grimal's helmet.

The blood on the ground came alive.

That blood, which originally flowed irregularly on the stone slabs, suddenly flowed backward upward.

The bloody water instantly condensed, giving off a dark red light so thick it couldn't be dissolved, forming a materialized blood-Qi shield above Grimal.

"Thud—"

A muffled loud sound.

The Warhammer slammed solidly onto the red light.

Kinetic energy and Warp spells collided violently.

The blood energy surged wildly.

An irresistible recoil suddenly erupted.

Flame Fist only felt his arms go numb, and his entire body along with the heavy Power Armor was directly bounced flying away.

He rolled twice in mid-air, his heavy battle boots slamming into the ground, sliding backward more than a dozen meters before barely stabilizing his stance.

At the very same moment.

From the Warp fissure, a burst of laughter came through.

That was a vibration acting directly on the mind, a roar after the concretization of pure malice and bloodlust.

A tall figure was squeezing out from the fissure.

"Snap."

A giant hoof covered in thick brass armor stepped out of the light curtain first.

The giant hoof heavily smashed onto the gravel ground of the plaza, and the surrounding stone slabs instantly filled with spiderweb patterns of cracks.

Then came its complete body.

It forcibly pried open the spatial fissure and completely walked out from the distorted blood-red light curtain.

That was a terrifying silhouette close to ten meters tall.

Deep red, rough skin was tightly stretched over bulging, exaggerated muscles, the texture of the muscles clearly visible, embedded rudely with rusty iron spikes between them, black blood slowly flowing down the spikes.

Its chest was covered with a huge brass breastplate, the Blood God runes on the surface of the breastplate were not engraved dead, but slowly squirmed and twisted on the metal surface like living creatures.

"Swoosh—"

The huge bat wings on its back suddenly spread out to both sides.

The wide wing membranes flapped in the air, making a dull, heavy leather friction sound.

Its right hand clenched a ferocious-looking double-headed battle-axe.

On the blade of the battle-axe, uncoagulated thick blood beads were constantly dripping.

Its left hand hung down a long blood whip, the whip completely composed of dark red energy and barbs, the long whip tip winding and curling on the ground like a poisonous snake.

Every inch of ground it dragged across left a charred, smoking trace on the stone slabs.

Flame Fist straightened his body, gripped his Warhammer tightly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Holy shit! A Khorne Greater Daemon!?"

Along with the complete descent of this daemon, the ecological environment of the entire Black Rock Planet underwent drastic physical changes.