Killing Khorne.
The goal certainly sounded stirring, but...
It was not realistic!
Even Bruce, who had received the blessings of four gods, could now thrash Khorne's daemon army around like ordinary mortals. Yet the closer he came to Khorne's throne, the more severely the power upon him was weakened.
After all, no matter how one put it, this was still Khorne's divine realm. If the other four had not joined forces, they probably would not even have been able to place a single blessing on him.
He still had to think of another way!
"So you dare challenge me directly, Bruce!"
When Khorne saw Bruce turn into a gust of black wind and slaughter great swathes of Khorne daemons, he did not feel pained in the slightest. On the contrary, he grew excited.
This was exactly what he wanted!
The weak were unworthy of survival in his domain!
And warriors like Bruce, who dared issue a challenge to Khorne himself, were rarer still.
"..."
Bruce did not respond to Khorne. He merely accelerated.
Yet even with the high-speed blessing Slaanesh had bestowed upon him, he still could not reach Khorne as quickly as he wanted.
Worse still, Khorne once again raised that eight-meter-long hellblade and brought it crashing down. This time, Angron, trapped deep within the encirclement, had no chance to help Bruce.
"Leave it to me. You just focus on getting close to him."
Tzeentch's voice rang out lazily.
"Hm?!"
Bruce suddenly noticed that a layer resembling a mirror of water had appeared in the sky.
The hellblade smashed down upon the shield, but instead of breaking it, the flames clinging to the blade dimmed considerably.
"Tzeentch!!!!"
Khorne was furious at this interference in his battle with a warrior.
How dare he use such profane power within Khorne's divine realm!
Only blood and blades were permitted here!
What crude filth was psychic power?!
"Bruce... retreat..."
The Emperor's voice followed.
Retreat?!
How?!
Bruce, who had just been thinking about how to give Khorne a claw swipe, first calmed himself and considered the suggestion after hearing the Emperor's voice. Then he became confused.
The suggestion itself was not wrong, but how was he supposed to retreat?
Was the Emperor going to open a teleportation gate for him?
"The door... your tool..."
The Emperor added.
You're serious?
Use the Anywhere Door in Khorne's divine realm?
What if it got corrupted?
If its coordinates were obtained, it would be completely finished.
"Normally, yes. But, well..."
Tzeentch chose that moment to explain.
"Someone swapped himself in for you, so you don't have to worry about that."
"You're not talking about Angron, are you?"
Bruce froze once again.
"You didn't know? He used himself as a sacrifice. That was how the pathway into this divine realm was opened. You know, he originally belonged to Khorne as a Daemon Primarch."
Tzeentch let out a mocking laugh.
"Don't tell me you thought that with our power alone, we could casually open a path into Khorne's divine realm? Idiot Idiot Idiot~"
"..."
After learning the truth, Bruce's feelings immediately became complicated.
I fought tooth and nail to stop you from becoming Khorne's Chosen, only for this to be the result...
In the end, you still couldn't escape that layer of fate?
You even walked into it yourself?
"Are you unwilling to accept it, boy~?"
Sensing the change in Bruce's state of mind, Tzeentch whispered quietly:
"I can change all of this, you know~"
"However, a tiny little price must be paid."
"Bruce... you must not..."
"I respect his choice."
Bruce answered in a very cheerful voice.
"This is Angron's choice. At the very least, it's a choice he made himself. What reason do I have to refute it?"
He had been a slave for his entire life and obeyed countless people's orders.
Only this time had Angron made his own choice.
From the perspective of a "comrade-in-arms," Bruce was happy for Angron.
That did not mean he was giving up on him!
"Angron... fate... is such... flee... son of Curze..."
The Emperor's intermittent voice sounded anxious.
If he had to choose between Angron and Bruce, the Emperor would choose the latter without hesitation.
The former had already rotted away. Whether in value or in any other respect, how could Angron compare to Bruce?
"..."
Bruce did not answer.
He continued approaching Khorne. At this point, every step forward forced him to endure a storm powerful enough to tear him apart.
Bruce slaughtered Khorne daemons with one hand while aiming at Khorne and firing continuously with the other. Yet even his blessed bolt rounds were destroyed before they could draw near Khorne.
Under Khorne's rules, all damage except close combat was nullified.
But at this moment, Bruce understood very clearly that he probably could not continue moving closer.
It was not only because the blessings were weakening.
It was also because he was too weak.
Trying to face a god head-on was not something a mere mortal could accomplish.
"I acknowledge your courage! However..."
Khorne swung his hellblade with force and shattered the mirror of water in the sky. The giant blade capable of destroying all things fell once again, this time aimed directly at Bruce.
"Weakness is the original sin."
"Bruce Wayne, I gave you a chance, but you do not possess the strength."
Bruce looked at the hellblade about to descend from the heavens.
Then inspiration suddenly struck.
He flashed aside, killed a Bloodletter, and seized its hellblade.
The instant he gripped the hellblade, Bruce felt his entire arm boil—not merely flesh and blood, but even his soul. He was enduring a scorching pain.
Every hellblade was a fragment of Khorne's power.
In other words, Bruce was trying to tame Khorne's rage.
The pain in his arm nearly forced him to his knees, but with a furious roar and sheer stubborn force, he forcibly brought it under control.
"Hahahahaha! Do you feel the sensation of power now? Join us, Bruce!"
When Khorne saw Bruce successfully force a hellblade to obey him, his desire for this talent grew even stronger.
Trying to grasp my power right in front of me—and even succeeding?
If that wasn't a promising seedling, then what was?
"Dream... your damn... dream!"
Bruce cursed as he dropped to one knee. Then, roaring in agony, he forcibly shoved the blade into the Air Cannon.
"?!"
Khorne looked at Bruce's baffling action.
At first, he was puzzled.
Then he found it laughable.
Hey, hey, hey.
That tool of yours is already melting. What meaning could this possibly have?
Are you performing for me?
Well done, then. You succeeded.
Bang—
Just before the Air Cannon melted down, it successfully launched the hellblade.
The intense impact, combined with a force that was not controlled by the divine realm's rules, gave the hellblade a special power.
"!!!"
Khorne watched the hellblade break through his rules and continue flying toward him without stopping. He was instantly shocked.
Blood splattered.
The edge of the hellblade successfully sliced across Khorne's cheek.
Khorne stared wide-eyed, frozen in doubt about reality itself.
Someone...
Had actually injured him?!
"Bruce!!!!"
Feeling humiliated, Khorne accelerated the descent of his hellblade.
His entire divine realm grew frenzied with him, and the roar that followed resounded throughout the entire Warp.
"I want you dead!!!!"
The blade came crashing down.
Bruce, clutching his arm, looked calmly at the hellblade above his head. At this moment, the only thing he felt was the exhilaration of "the plan worked."
Nice!
I made Khorne lose 1 HP!
What a glorious achievement!
As for the price being death, that no longer mattered.
Screw Khorne, screw Slaanesh, scam Tzeentch, disgust Nurgle.
So far, I, Bruce, have achieved three of those accomplishments.
How glorious!
Rumble————
An explosive roar rang out, like the first blast at the birth of the universe.
Swallowed by red fury, Bruce instantly lost all his senses.
Less than half a second later, the sounds of slaughter and roaring rang out once more.
As his senses returned, Bruce snapped his eyes open and discovered that he had returned to his original position.
"...?"
Bruce looked at his completely intact body in confusion.
It was as though his attack on Khorne had never happened at all.
However, the incoming shockwave created by the hellblade's impact, along with the obvious wound on Khorne's face, proved that Bruce had indeed succeeded just now.
"Ahem! Since you're done venting your little emotions, should we consider running away now?"
Tzeentch, whose tone was clearly displeased, dragged Bruce's thoughts back with a single sentence.
Although Bruce did not know exactly what had happened, he was certain of one thing.
This was absolutely Tzeentch's handiwork!
"Run? You mean you want me to abandon Angron and run away?!"
After adjusting his posture, Bruce immediately rose and charged toward the encirclement where Angron was.
"Why are you such a stubborn bastard...?"
"..."
Bruce had only just charged halfway when he saw Angron slice apart an attacking daemon, then walk toward him with his axe in hand.
Angron's steps were very heavy, yet the look in his eyes was one of unprecedented calm.
"Go."
Angron spoke.
"What?"
Bruce frowned.
"Go. Didn't that golden slave master already tell you? I am the sacrifice."
Angron clenched his battle-axe.
"That slave master has already told me what my fate and ending will be. I accept it. If I can be used to swap you away, I have no complaints."
"..."
Bruce's raised claw suddenly stopped.
"Go, Bruce. But this time, I will resist to the very end!"
Angron also put away his axe, then looked firmly at Khorne, who was still stroking his cheek.
"Although I will become his slave, I will fight until the final moment."
"My wish has been fulfilled."
"If I leave just like this, how am I any different from you? Abandon my comrade-in-arms and survive by myself?!"
Bruce found it impossible to accept.
"But even if I leave, even if I get out of here, I won't live much longer. I know my own body..."
As Angron spoke, he reached back and grasped the Butcher's Nails at the rear of his head.
He could clearly feel that the blessings those four had given him were weakening.
The emotion of rage was about to occupy his current rational mind.
But at least he had felt a rare moment of peace.
"Is this your choice?"
Bruce asked solemnly once more.
"Yes."
Angron nodded.
"Fine. I respect you."
Bruce pulled out the Anywhere Door, preparing to run.
After everything had been said to this extent, if he still insisted on staying, then he would be no different from the slave master Angron spoke of. He would simply be forcing his own will onto Angron.
"Can I ask you for one more thing?"
Angron set down his weapon, then dropped to one knee.
"Hm?"
Bruce looked at Angron, who had lowered his guard, and clenched his fist.
Damn it, you bastard.
Don't tell me you're trying to disgust me one more time...
"Kill me. Rather than die at the hands of a slave master, I would rather die by the hand of my comrade-in-arms!"
Angron stared at Bruce and made his request loudly.
"Bruce! Do it!"
The ending of my death will be chosen by me!
"Good!"
Bruce raised [Forgiveness] and poured the last of his power armor's energy into it at full output.
This strike was also the last of his strength.
All to answer Angron's choice.
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