Khârn stood before the loyalist Angron, like an unshakable mountain.

His power axe spun wildly in his hand, the axe blade made a sharp roar, and every swing carried devastating power.

The corpses of Chaos Demons were piled up at his feet. The ground was dyed red with blood and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

However, the number of demons seemed endless. They came from all directions, with crazy killing desire burning in their eyes.

"For Angron! For the Empire!"

Khârn's voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder. He swung his power axe violently, splitting the head of a Khorne vampire directly with the axe blade, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.

Then, he chopped open the chest of another demon with his axe, and the psychic shield was shattered like paper under the power of the axe blade.

However, the demon's attack did not stop. A vampire attacked from the side and stabbed Kahn in the back with a long sword, the blade piercing through his armor and out of his chest.

Kahn groaned, blood gushing out from the wound, but his movements did not pause at all.

He grabbed the vampire's head with his backhand and tore it into pieces with all his strength. The demon's remains fell to the ground, and the blood stained Kahn's armor red.

"Protect your father!"

Kahn roared, his voice full of determination and anger.

He swung his power axe again, and the axe blade split the body of a demon, and then another demon's head was chopped off.

Kahn's body was already full of sword blades, blood was gushing out from his wounds, but his body still stood.

His eyes burned with cold murderous intent, as if he was a god of war crawling out of hell.

"Kahn... leave... here..."

The loyalist Angron fell behind Kaan, his voice weak and trembling, almost pleading.

His head was severely injured, blood was gushing out from the wound, and his vision was blurred.

He knew that Kahn could not hold out for much longer, but he could not stop his offspring from continuing to fight.

Kahn did not respond, and swung his power axe again, the axe blade splitting the body of a demon.

The corpses of Chaos Demons were piled up at his feet, and the blood dyed the ground red. His body was like a high wall, resisting the attacking Chaos Demons.

However, the number of demons was too great. They came in wave after wave like the sea, as if they wanted to devour Kahn completely.

A demon's spear pierced Kahn's shoulder, and another demon's battle axe chopped off his leg.

Kahn's body swayed, but he still did not fall. He swung his power axe again, splitting the demon's head.

His eyes burned with cold murderous intent, and his voice echoed across the battlefield: "As long as I am still standing... you blasphemous things... don't even think about... touching him!"

The loyalist Angron looked at Kahn's back, his eyes filled with grief and helplessness.

He knew that Kahn couldn't hold on for much longer, but he couldn't stop his offspring from continuing to fight. His voice was weak and trembling: "Kahn... Enough... Leave... Here..."

Kahn still did not respond, and swung his power axe again, the axe blade splitting the body of a demon.

The corpses of Chaos Demons were piled up at his feet, and the ground was dyed red with blood.

His body was like a high wall, blocking the attacking Chaos Demons.

However, the number of demons was too great. They came in wave after wave like the sea, as if they wanted to devour Kahn completely.

At this moment, the Chaos Demons on the battlefield suddenly stopped attacking. They growled and slowly retreated, as if waiting for the arrival of some more powerful being.

An oppressive silence filled the air, with only Kahn's heavy breathing and the sound of dripping blood echoing.

His body was already riddled with holes, but the power axe was still tightly held in his hand, and the decomposition points on the axe blade were still roaring, but his strength was already close to its limit.

Just then, the ground began to shake, as if some huge monster was approaching.

Kahn raised his head with difficulty, and through his blurry vision, he saw a nearly ten-meter-tall Khorne bloodthirsty demon walking towards him.

The body of this great demon was as huge as a mountain, and its armor was covered with blasphemous runes and spikes. In its hand, it held a huge battle axe, with dark red psychic flames wrapped around the axe blade.

Its eyes burned with endless killing desire, and every step it took made the earth tremble.

"Kahn...your head...will be offered to the Blood God!"

The bloodthirsty demon's voice was deep and distorted, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Its battle axe was raised high, and the psychic flame on the axe blade burned even more fiercely, attempting to burn the entire world to ashes.

Kahn gritted his teeth and used up his last bit of strength to stand up. His body swayed a bit, but he still stood firm.

His eyes burned with cold murderous intent, and his voice was low and firm: "If you want my head... then come and get it!"

The bloodthirsty demon let out a deafening roar, swung his battle axe down suddenly, and the axe blade chopped towards Kahn with destructive power.

Kahn barely raised his power axe to block, but the huge impact still knocked him back several steps, and blood gushed out from his wound.

His body could no longer support such a powerful force, but he still did not fall down.

The bloodthirsty demon swung his axe again, and the axe blade split Kahn's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

Kahn groaned, but his eyes were still burning with cold murderous intent.

He knew that he could no longer defeat it head-on, but he would never surrender.

Just as the bloodthirsty demon raised its battle axe again, Kahn pounced on its body.

His movements were swift and precise, and the power axe "Golvand" hit it directly at the knee.

The axe blade split its armor, blood gushed out. The demon roared in pain and shook its body.

Kahn did not stop. He used the body of the demon to leap up, swung the power axe suddenly, and the axe blade directly chopped at the demon's neck.

The axe blade split its psychic shield and blood gushed out.

Its head was chopped off, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and its blood dyed the ground red.

When the surrounding Chaos Demons saw this scene, they were not angry, but instead roared with excitement.

There was a fanatical fighting spirit burning in their eyes, as if Kahn's victory made them more eager to fight.

For the demons of Khorne, the more powerful the warrior is, the more likely he is to receive the blessing of the Blood God if he can kill him.

Kahn's victory did not make them retreat, but instead aroused their deeper desire to kill.

Kahn stood beside the corpse of the bloodthirsty demon, his body swayed for a moment, then he used all his strength to prop up his battle axe, barely able to stand up.

Kahn stood in the center of the battlefield, blood gushing out from his wounds, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

His left hand tightly grasped the long sword pulled out from his chest, and his right hand held the power axe. The decomposition point on the axe blade growled, as if it was longing for more blood.

His body was riddled with holes, but his eyes still burned with cold murderous intent, as if he was a god of war crawling out of hell.

Eight bloodthirsty demons led eight legions of Khorne demons approaching him. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and the sky was dyed dark red. At this moment, the domain of the Blood God was descending.

However, just as Kahn was preparing for this final battle, a low and distorted voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Kahn... why do you fight for those mortals? Your power... your glory... all belongs to me!"

That was the voice of Khorne, deep and seductive, as if coming from the depths of Hell.

The voices echoed in Kahn's mind, trying to corrupt his will and twist his beliefs.

Kahn's body shook, but his eyes were still burning with cold murderous intent.

He just replied coldly: "Go away."

Khorne's voice sounded again, this time even deeper and more distorted: "Your fighting...your killing...are all for me! Every drop of your blood...is a sacrifice to me! Join me...you will gain endless power and glory!"

Khârn did not respond. He swung his power axe violently, and the axe blade split the head of an approaching Khorne vampire, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.

At the same time, he swung the sword in his left hand, and the blade split the chest of another demon, causing blood to spurt out.

"Shut up!"

Kahn roared, his voice filled with anger and determination.

His eyes burned with cold murderous intent, and he forced himself not to listen to the whispers of the Khorne demons.

Yet, Khorne's voice still echoes, trying to corrupt Khârn's will: "Look around you... You have nowhere to turn! Your sacrifice... is meaningless! Join me... and you will gain eternal life!"

Kahn's body shook and blood continued to flow out from his wounds, but his movements did not stop at all.

He swung his power axe again, and the axe blade split the body of a demon, and then another demon's head was chopped off.

The corpses of Chaos Demons were piled up at his feet, and the ground was dyed red with blood.

"My sacrifice... is for the Empire... for the Emperor! For humanity!" Kahn whispered, his voice full of determination.

The sound of Khorne faded away, replaced by the roar of the bloodthirsty daemon.

Eight bloodthirsty demons charged at Kahn at the same time, their axes and spears raised high, the psychic flames burning more fiercely on their weapons. Kahn did not retreat, he rushed towards the eight bloodthirsty demons.

He swung the long sword in his left hand suddenly, and the blade split the psychic shield of a bloodthirsty demon, and blood gushed out.

He swung the power axe in his right hand at the same time, and the axe blade split the chest of another bloodthirsty demon, causing blood and internal organs to splatter everywhere.

His body could no longer support such a powerful force, but he still did not fall down.

The loyalist Angron looked at Kahn's back, his eyes filled with sorrow and pride.

He knew that Kahn had used up all his strength, but his sacrifice would be forever engraved in the history of the Empire. His voice was weak and trembling: "Kahn... Enough... Go!"

Kahn still did not respond. He swung his sword and power axe again, and the axe and sword blades split the bodies of the two demons.

The corpses of Chaos Demons were piled up at his feet, and the blood dyed the ground red. His body was like a high wall, resisting the attacking Chaos Demons.

However, the number of demons was too great. They came in wave after wave like the sea, as if they wanted to devour Kahn completely.

The loyalist Angron fell to the ground, his head severely injured, blood gushing out of the wound, his vision blurred.

However, his consciousness was extremely clear, especially when he saw Kahn fighting in front of him, the heart-wrenching pain and anger almost tore his soul apart.

Khârn, his offspring, his warrior, his pride, is now surrounded by Chaos Daemons. His body is riddled with holes, but he still holds his weapon tightly, declaring his indomitable spirit to these Khorne Daemons.

"no no!"

Angron's voice was low and trembling, as if coming from the depths of his soul.

Endless rage burned in his eyes and blood gushed out from his wounds, but his body began to tremble slightly.

An unprecedented power surged in his body, as if it was about to break through his body.

Bright red and gold spiritual energy began to interweave on the surface of his body, forming dazzling halos.

Angron's body was gradually enveloped by this power, and his wounds began to heal, but his soul was violently shaken by this power.

He could feel everything around him, the anger, fear, despair and hope of every soldier on the battlefield. These emotions surged into his body like a tide and were transformed into pure power by him.

"Khorne... you took my children... you took my glory... now I will take everything from you!"

Angron's voice was deep and distorted, as if it came from the depths of hell.

His body slowly stood up, and the aura of psychic energy formed a barrier around him, instantly vaporizing any demons that approached.

The eight bloodthirsty demons and their demon legions felt threatened by this force, and they roared loudly, trying to overwhelm Angron with their numbers.

However, Angron's body was no longer that of a mortal, his soul was ascending, and the power of the Warp was surging within him.

"boom!"

Angron threw a punch suddenly, and the bright red and golden spiritual energy turned into a huge shock wave, directly blasting the body of a bloodthirsty demon into pieces.

His movements were swift and precise, and each attack carried devastating force.

He grabbed the head of a bloodthirsty demon with his left hand and crushed it with force; he swung his right hand, and his spiritual energy turned into a huge battle axe, directly splitting the other bloodthirsty demon into two halves.

The demons' attacks seemed so powerless in front of Angron's psychic barrier that their weapons were bounced away and the psychic shield was shattered like paper under Angron's power.

Angron's body was like a ruthless killing machine, and demons fell wherever he went.

"You blasphemous scum...you are not worthy to set foot on the territory of the Empire!"

Angron roared, his eyes burning with cold murderous intent, and an aura of psychic energy formed a barrier around him, instantly vaporizing any demons that approached.

The body of the loyalist Angron is no longer that of a mortal, his soul is ascending, and the power of the Warp is surging within him.

Each of his attacks carried destructive power, directly blasting the demons' bodies into pieces.

His eyes burned with cold murderous intent, and an aura of psychic energy formed a barrier around him, instantly vaporizing any demons that approached.

Finally, Angron stood in the center of the battlefield, his body enveloped in bright red and gold psychic energy.

His eyes burned with cold murderous intent, and his voice echoed across the battlefield: "Khorne... your end... is coming!"

After slaughtering all the Khorne demons, Angron looked at Khârn.

Kahn was still swinging the power axe mechanically, and when Angron walked over carefully, he found that Kahn was already dead, but his instinct as a Space Marine was still making him swing his weapon.

Several long swords of Khorne demons were stabbed into his body, and there was not a single intact spot on his skin.

"HORROR!!!!! ABUSE!!!!!!"

A huge amount of psychic energy emanated from Angron's bright red pupils. His huge body crushed the demons that blocked his way and rushed straight into the warp crack.