That golden figure was unstoppable.

Any enemies who dared to stand in his way were destroyed by the twin blades of holy fire, reduced to ashes, their very souls unable to escape.

“Hiss~ The Emperor's clone body is fierce, with endless energy and mana. No wonder he is the man closest to God…”

Ron was having a blast.

The power sword in his hand never stopped, as if he had inexhaustible strength, feeling like he could fight ten thousand.

He could easily cut through the surging tide of Chaos.

“You can't escape.”

Ron swung his sword at a Tzeentch Greater Daemon with shifty eyes, having noticed that crooked-headed blue bird weaver long ago.

That guy hid in the Chaos tide and attacked him with witchcraft several times, which was especially disgusting.

However, the flame-covered sword struck empty air, the Weaver's body turning into shattered phantoms.

Clang~

The Weaver had deceived the Savior and then ambushed him from behind, stabbing at Ron's kidneys with a poisoned dagger capable of suppressing psychic powers.

But the attack couldn't even break through the defenses of the golden armor.

Ron slowly turned his head to look at the Weaver, his gentle smile appearing terrifying to the daemons.

“You dare to deceive and ambush me, the Savior?!”

The Tzeentch Greater Daemon Weaver clutched the poisoned dagger that had broken in two, its long bird head stiffening, its body shaking like a sieve.

He squinted and looked down at the Savior, appearing completely bewildered:

“By the Cursed One above, Great Hope Primarch Savior, Daemon Eater, I beg you to forgive me…”

Ron's soft voice held no anger, but was rather comforting: “You're quite sensible. I'll allow you to run first.”

Whoosh—

The Weaver reacted extremely quickly. Before the Savior could finish speaking, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew wildly towards the densest part of the Chaos tide.

It was almost desperate, even feeling a hint of relief.

As long as it could escape the Hope Primarch's attack range and mix into the tide of Chaos, it could survive!

After the Weaver fled dozens of meters, a sense of unease suddenly arose in its heart.

It was an omen of misfortune.

It subconsciously looked back, opening its mouth in a startled “Gah!” as its dazzling magic wings frantically flapped.

Not far behind the Weaver, the Hope Primarch Savior was carrying the power sword in his hand, the holy flames of the blade bursting forth and extending into a 40-meter-long greatsword.

“I already let you run first. Don't blame me if you can't escape!”

Ron inputted more holy psychic energy, violently chopping at the Weaver, the holy flame extending further and further, striking the five-meter-tall Weaver.

It exploded in screams, turning into ashes.

“Ha!!

I've been putting up with you for so long. Come, come, come, you filthy daemons, all of you die!”

After that, he went on another rampage, even grabbing a Keeper of Secrets of Slaanesh, ignoring its exquisite face, snow-white breasts, and pitiful pleas, grabbing its face and hammering it.

The Savior's brutal and ferocious behavior.

Made the Chaos Daemons, especially the Slaanesh Daemons, terrified, squealing and screaming.

“Savior… Khorne will cut off your head!!!”

Ron heard the Supreme Bloodthirster's challenge, and after punching again, he threw the whimpering Keeper of Secrets onto the ground.

Causing it to emit a delicate groan.

He turned his head to look at the source of the sound, discovering the Supreme Bloodthirster radiating blood flames and a raging fighting spirit.

“The… Cursed One?”

When Khorne saw the Savior's tall, strong, golden body, his heart suddenly leaped, the head of the hellish disaster in his hand falling to the ground with a thud.

Even the flames burning on his head stood up.

Any Chaos being who sees the Cursed One appear will feel incomparable fear and dread.

Even the Chaos Gods must be careful, lest they encounter misfortune.

But the next moment, he saw that familiar face that often appeared in his nightmares.

Not the Cursed One, that's… Hope Primarch Savior!

How many times had he been frightened by this face, afraid to fight it, even becoming a mental demon.

It wasn't until recently that he shattered the fear in his heart.

“Savior, my lifelong enemy, is this your true strength?!”

Khorne felt the Savior's surging power, his blood-red pupils trembling, his daemon body unable to stop shivering.

This isn't right?!

Ron's tall body was shrouded in a liquid golden halo, covered in daemon blood and remains, appearing even more terrifying.

When he turned around carrying the twin blades of holy fire, the Chaos Daemons fearfully made way.

Lest they appear within the sight of this terrifying man.

That being noticed the Supreme Bloodthirster Khorne.

At this moment, the other Chaos Greater Daemons looked at Khorne with incredulous or foolish expressions:

“You… dueling the Savior who possesses the power of the Cursed One?!”

That was completely impossible, with no possibility of victory. The only end would be eternal death under the burning of the Cursed One's energy.

Khorne also realized this, swallowing hard.

“Damn it!

How did that guy become so strong? Am I never going to be able to defeat him?!”

The Supreme Bloodthirster was extremely indignant.

He had tried his best to catch up, but he could only look up to the Savior's back. Just when he thought he had broken through his fear and could fight to the death.

The other party had mastered the power of the Cursed One.

Especially after the Savior turned around.

The fear of the Hope Primarch Savior that had disappeared not long ago seemed to return.

For a time, Khorne fell silent.

“Completely unable to fight him. Perhaps I can retreat temporarily…”

He met the gazes of many beings, staring with his blood-red eyes, trying to figure out how to leave safely without losing face.

Cover his face and turn around and run?!

However, the Khorne Daemons looked at the Supreme Bloodthirster with admiration in their eyes.

This was the true Blood God warrior.

They believed that only such fearless courage could defeat all strong enemies.

“Khorne… Victory!”

Just as the Supreme Bloodthirster gritted his teeth and turned to run, the Khorne Daemons raised their battle axes and cheered for him.

They were cheering for this impossible challenge!

This put Khorne on the spot.

In an instant, the fighting in the nearby area paused, all beings turning their gaze to the Savior and the Supreme Bloodthirster.

All were looking forward to this unprecedented showdown.

Khorne's turning posture froze, almost bringing him to tears, his heart only having one thought:

“I'm done for!”

He regretted why he had challenged the Savior just now.

Now, being watched by so many beings, if he turned around and ran, he would inevitably be ridiculed.

The reputation accumulated over the years would be ruined, becoming a laughingstock in the warp.

In the Supreme Bloodthirster's mind, being treated as a coward and being humiliated was the most unacceptable thing.

Perhaps after today, he would lose his position as Chief Greater Daemon as before, and be ridiculed by the other Khorne Greater Daemons.

Even the Blood God would no longer favor him.

But if he continued to challenge the Savior, he would inevitably face painful death under the power of the Cursed One.

Even his soul would be burned to ashes.

Thinking of this, Khorne's heart seemed to be tightly clenched, becoming more and more afraid of the Savior.

A mental demon stronger than before appeared.

Not to mention fighting the Savior, he didn't even have the courage to look the other party in the eye.

“Perhaps, no one will laugh at such a retreat…”

The Supreme Bloodthirster's aura disappeared, his daemon body becoming hunched, he comforted himself:

“The Savior possesses the power of the Cursed One, no one can defeat him…”

He wanted to escape.

The Chaos Daemons on the scene also saw Khorne's hesitation, the atmosphere becoming even more depressed, the Khorne Daemons gradually falling silent.

There was a faint hint of disappointment in their eyes.

But no Chaos Daemon mocked or blamed the Supreme Bloodthirster.

After all, the opponent was the Daemon Eater, the Void Storm, the Hope Primarch Savior, the man who mastered the power of the Cursed One!

That being suppressed all Chaos Daemons with an invincible posture, no one could match him.

Perhaps in countless days and nights to come, the Chaos Daemons would fear the golden figure, and even hate why the Human Empire could possess such a figure.

So that the Chaos Daemons are difficult to defeat and constantly frustrated.

“It seems this fight isn't going to happen.”

Ron glanced at the Supreme Bloodthirster, saying nothing, not even showing a mocking attitude.

This was a good thing, he didn't want to duel Old Khorne either.

He was too ferocious now.

Once the fight started, he couldn't stop. What if he accidentally killed Old Khorne? Wouldn't he lose a close brother and right-hand man?!

Just as he turned to leave, the Supreme Bloodthirster's voice came, his fanatical fighting spirit burning fiercely.

“Duel me, Savior, my lifelong enemy, let us end it on this battlefield.”

Khorne restrained the fear in his heart towards the Cursed One and the Savior, and re-gripped the blood axe.

His head was held high, his trembling voice becoming more and more firm:

“The Supreme Bloodthirster Khorne is never afraid of any enemy, and dares to swing his axe at any being!”

Khorne decided that he would no longer run away from now on, no longer fear any enemy, and would no longer allow the fear in his heart to capture him.

Even if it means dying here, I will swing my blood axe at the Savior and fight to the death!

While all the Chaos Daemons fearfully fled, only the Supreme Bloodthirster charged forward, raising his blood axe to face the Hope Primarch, the Savior.

Facing this man whom the daemons feared!

At this moment, the Khorne Daemons were filled with boiling blood, their previous despair swept away.

They raised their weapons and roared to the sky, offering their respect to this warrior:

"Blood for the Blood God!"

The Chaos Daemons cleared a new path, watching Khârneth go to face that invincible man.

Looking at Khârneth, who was walking towards him with a blood axe in hand, Ron realized the determination of this Supreme Bloodthirster, that he truly wanted to fight him.

Without holding anything back.

"Khârneth, I... accept your challenge."

Ron solemnly accepted this duel, for every duel in this world is worth respecting.

He decided to fulfill this being, rather than holding back and humiliating him.

"S-Savior, unleash all your power!"

Khârneth felt this respect, and there was no more regret in his eyes.

On this day, he would bring this battle to a close, and from then on become a legend of the Warp.

Under the gaze of the daemons, the Supreme Bloodthirster leapt high, his blood axe swung at the Savior without reservation, stirring up a howling blood wind.

This strike was so swift that there was no room to dodge.

Boom!

Ron clearly felt the pressure of the attack, raising his Holy Flame Twin Swords to block, the ground beneath his feet cracking from the immense pressure.

However, such a terrifying attack did not put too much pressure on him.

The strength of this Supreme Bloodthirster was still far too lacking compared to his current self.

Ron slowly deflected the blood axe.

However, Khârneth did not yield, instead closing in and starting to fight desperately, suddenly delivering a headbutt.

That guy abandoned all defense, attacking frantically, trading injury for injury.

"Supreme Bloodthirster, your courage is admirable, I would call you the strongest daemon!"

Ron gave Old Khârneth great respect, even now not forgetting to give him a compliment.

This could be considered leaving this daemon brother with his last dignity, instead of humiliating him.

He suddenly returned a headbutt, and then unleashed an even more violent attack, one after another of Holy Flames slashing at the Supreme Bloodthirster.

Those attacks caused the Chaos Greater Daemons to be filled with fear.

If such a terrifying attack were to hit them, it would be enough to destroy their daemonic bodies, and even their souls would be reduced to ashes.

Khârneth endured.

Even though the Holy Flames burned his daemonic body, giving him great fear, and even his charred bones were exposed to the crowd.

He still did not succumb to the flames of the Cursed One, trying his best to launch his own attacks.

The blood axe, swung with all his might, cut into the golden armor, leaving a tiny wound on the Savior's body.

But this was already the limit.

Boom—

After Khârneth swung this axe, he was exhausted, and then blasted away and collapsed to the ground.

Almost no good flesh could be seen on his body, the charred bones were broken in countless places, exposed to the outside, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The Supreme Bloodthirster had tried his best, but still could not defeat the Hope Primarch, the Savior!

But no Chaos Daemon laughed at Khârneth, but instead gave him respectful gazes, no Chaos Daemon could have done better than him.

They looked with tragic expressions at this Blood God warrior gradually falling into permanent death.

"Sigh, clearly it's a Chaos Daemon invasion, how come it feels like I'm the big villain..."

Ron looked at the tragic scene of the daemons, and his heart was also a little uncomfortable.

He had fulfilled Old Khârneth's wish for a final battle, but he might also lose this daemon brother.

Although Old Khârneth often helped the Empire for this or that reason, no matter what, the two were clearly defined enemies of good and evil.

This point will never change.

"Goodbye, Old Khârneth, I will miss you..."

Just as Ron was mourning, he felt an indomitable aura again.

The Supreme Bloodthirster Khârneth had stood up again!

That charred, bone-shattered daemonic body stood up shakily, struggling to grab the broken blood axe, facing the terrifying Hope Primarch, the Savior.

His voice was so unyielding, yet there was a hint of joy: "Savior, I haven't fallen yet, I... can still fight...

Blood for the Blood God!"

The Khorne Daemons present roared the name of the Supreme Bloodthirster in a tragic posture, offering their own killing power.

To help that being.

Inside the Brass Citadel.

The daemons were silent, filled with a tragic mood.

The Hope Primarch, the Savior, was so terrifying.

Those Khorne Greater Daemons had all seen Khârneth's unyielding scene under the flames of the Cursed One.

They were conquered by the courage of that Blood God warrior, and they all pressed their battleaxes to their chests in salute.

"Khârneth, you are the well-deserved Chief Greater Daemon..."

On the Brass walls, Angron, the former Chief Greater Daemon, was hung upside down and executed by roasting, and there was a faint hint of tears and admiration in his eyes.

Perhaps, that Supreme Bloodthirster would be reduced to ashes in this duel.

But it was an honor to have such an opponent.

Now, the entire Khorne realm was conquered by the Supreme Bloodthirster, regarding him as a true Blood God warrior.

None other.

Not only the Khorne realm, but even the daemons of other Chaos realms recognized the Supreme Bloodthirster Khârneth.

He was the well-deserved number one Greater Daemon!

After all, he was facing not only the Savior, but also the power of the Cursed One, no Greater Daemon could have persisted like Khârneth until now.

On the battlefield in the Black Throne area.

"How much did the Blood God recharge for Old Khârneth, how can he withstand so much?!"

Ron repelled Khârneth again, and he was a little reluctant to attack this 'friend of the Empire'.

At this moment, this Supreme Bloodthirster was still fighting unyieldingly, even though the flesh and blood of his daemonic body was burned, leaving only blood-stained bones.

In fact, Khârneth was able to persist until now not only because of the continuous blessings of the Khorne Blood God, but also because of his own willpower.

Otherwise, no matter how many blessings would be useless.

But under the absolute power possessed by the Savior, even the strongest will was difficult to cope with.

This time, Khârneth didn't even have the strength to launch an attack, and the blood axe in his hand slipped due to exhaustion.

"Could it be... that I can only fight to here?"

He knelt on one knee on the ground, dying.

This Supreme Bloodthirster had too much unwillingness in his heart, and didn't want to stop here.

He raised his head, his voice so weak:

"Blood God, Khârneth still wants to continue fighting!"

The Chaos Greater Daemons looked at this scene, all hoping that this Blood God warrior could stand up.

Perhaps that Blood God could grant Khârneth more power, allowing him to continue fighting the Savior who had mastered the power of the Cursed One.

"Where is the Blood God's blessing?!"

Some Chaos Daemons thought so, they didn't believe that the Blood God would treat a warrior like Khârneth harshly.

At this moment, the higher dimensions of the Warp.

Several colors of energy twisted and resisted the erosion of the golden divine light.

The Changer of Ways was screaming miserably, being grabbed and rubbed again and again by the Emperor.

He didn't understand that he was just here to watch the fun, and didn't even get close to the Commorragh Webway, why was he being grabbed and beaten instead?

Was there something wrong?!

Khorne and Slaanesh were looking for opportunities to attack, but temporarily did not dare to cross the border half a step.

Because the Emperor had put on a desperate posture, which had never happened before.

He was prepared to fight any god who tried to enter the Commorragh Webway, to carry out a God-Fall War.

This Emperor of Mankind had lost once in the previous Webway War, and didn't want to lose again.

At this moment, most of the Khorne Blood God's attention was not on this God War, but on his first warrior, Khârneth.

He sensed the emotions of the daemons, and was a little tearful.

It's really not that he, the Blood God, is stingy.

Khârneth's bravery amazed him, and his blessings had never stopped during this battle, but the energy of the Cursed One was too vast.

His blessing rocket couldn't beat the opponent!

Now the killing energy stored by the Khorne Blood God was empty, and there was no way to continue blessing.

This being felt the embarrassment of having empty pockets for the first time.

Compared to the tycoon of the Cursed One, he was still too 'poor', so that he could not give more support to his warriors.

"Blood God, Khârneth still wants to continue fighting!"

At this time, the Khorne Blood God received Khârneth's prayer again, that the Blood God warrior still wanted to fight.

But he had no way to continue supporting, could it be that the dignified Blood God was not as courageous as his warriors?

Khârneth's posture had already left the Blood God with no way out.

The Khorne Blood God felt Khârneth's unyielding fighting spirit, and felt even more guilty.

He gritted his teeth:

What a mighty warrior, no matter what, he must be supported!

This was not only a battle between Khârneth and the Savior, but also a duel between him and the Cursed One, how could he, as the God of War, retreat?!

This Khorne Blood God had no more killing energy stored.

But there were other forces.

He gritted his teeth and bled heavily, painfully stripping out a part of his authority essence, and threw it towards Khârneth...