Chapter 207 Throwing Flash Bombs at the Brass Fortress?

Ah——

Kabanha's wailing resounded through the sky.

The holy light was like the sun piercing through the night, becoming more and more intense.

The originally dark and oppressive subspace portal was illuminated as bright as day, and every inch of the corner was filled with golden light.

The demons, those once rampant beings, were now trapped in this crowded space and could not escape the judgment of the holy light.

The bloodthirsty cruelty in their eyes had disappeared, leaving only deep despair and fear.

The screams became insignificant in the light, and the demon bodies became distorted and terrifying under the reflection of the light.

It seemed that even the shadows refused to be with them.

Their bodies began to disintegrate, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating, along with their souls and the concepts they represented, were erased.

There was no proof of any existence.

Whoosh——

In the extreme light, the subspace portal twisted and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

That space returned to where it should have been.

In Ron's sight, he only saw the subspace portal suddenly light up and then disappear.

He frowned:

"The threat is finally lifted. I don't know if the ashes bomb can kill Kabanha..."

When the holy light bloomed, he could feel that only half of the eight bloodthirsty demons were wiped out, and the rest were still struggling.

And Kabanha was only severely injured in the body and wailed in pain.

As for whether the subsequent damage could solve this supreme bloodthirsty demon, he didn't know.

On the battlefield.

The remaining demon army looked at the disappeared subspace portal and fell into a stagnation.

The supreme bloodthirsty demon and the commander abandoned them.

Then an indescribable fear spread among the demons.

The demons realized that they would face the savior in the mouth of the human warriors, that terrible man!

Ron's eyes fell on the remaining demons.

He activated the mechanical special effects on the golden armor, pulled out the power sword and ignited the flames, like a god descending to earth.

Declare his existence to the warriors:

"In the name of the golden sun, darkness will eventually dissipate, and light will last forever!"

Ron led the Thunder Guards to rush towards the demons, charging into the demon group and starting a killing spree.

"For the Savior!"

The warriors were in high spirits and charged at the remaining demons.

Those demons had lost the courage to fight and were not a big threat.

Ron killed the demons all the way, like cutting watermelons.

When the demons saw him, they turned around and fled as if they saw some terrifying existence.

"Curse, curse is coming!"

"Cursed man!"

"Blood God, come and save us!"

Some demons were even scared to madness, and before he got close, they killed themselves and disintegrated back to the subspace.

Afterwards, more and more warriors from the outer front joined the battlefield, narrowed the encirclement, and encircled and suppressed the demons.

The demons who invaded Mattila ushered in the end.

...

Subspace.

Endless blood clouds filled the air.

There are pits one after another on the broken earth, filled with bones, broken armor and blades.

That is the cruel duel field.

Slaves, warriors, and bloodthirsty monsters lined up in a long line and were pushed into the deep pit.

They will fight endlessly in the duel field, fighting with their lives to win the favor of Khorne, the god of killing.

The blood of those losers gathered into streams and flowed into a huge lake, and the blood was steaming.

Here is the domain of Khorne.

A hell far away from any star and sun.

Only the burning flames and surging magma can bring a glimmer of light here.

In the domain, killing continues as usual.

For the demons entrenched in the brass fortress, it is as peaceful as ever.

Because no one dares to offend the territory of the blood god.

But now, the peace is broken.

Bang——

A small sun appeared in the airspace near the Brass Fortress, shining with holy light, and a large number of Khorne demons dissipated in screams and fear.

This was equivalent to throwing a flash bomb into the lair of Khorne, and the wailing of the demons even reached the Brass Fortress.

The light dissipated, and the incomplete demon body fell to the ground with a bang.

Such a change made the demons in the Brass Fortress palpitate.

For a moment, they quieted down and looked at each other.

"Is that... the power of the cursed?"

After a period of silence, a Khorne demon muffled his voice, with a slight fear between his words.

After that, there was a deathly silence again.

That terrible existence could actually spread His power to the Brass Fortress. This is undoubtedly frightening.

On the brass throne.

The huge blood shadow shook, and the violent energy overflowing from Him distorted the space and energy in the domain.

The demons bowed their heads one after another, not daring to say anything about this issue, for fear of attracting the wrath of the Blood God.

At this moment, Khorne was filled with rage. The Cursed had actually extended its tentacles into his domain.

Even a small attempt was unforgivable!

At the same time, the other Chaos Gods cast a prying eye towards Khorne's domain.

The whereabouts of the Cursed have always been the focus of the gods.

The power of the Cursed that appeared in Khorne's domain this time aroused their vigilance.

However, their gaze was immediately cut off by the giant axe formed by the surging blood.

Khorne blocked all eyes and issued a warning. He did not want the shameful scene in his domain to be seen by the gods.

On the ground outside the Brass Fortress.

"The Cursed!"

Kabanha suddenly woke up from his coma.

He was severely injured, lost his wings, his magic horns were broken, and his body was full of pits and burn marks.

His soul was also in an extremely weak state.

The energy of the Cursed still remained in his body, burning him constantly, causing him great pain.

Even if he returned to the Khorne domain, the ubiquitous killing energy could not repair his body for a while.

Fortunately, the huge killing energy at least saved his life.

Kabanha knew it clearly.

If he had not returned in time, he would probably have been completely wiped out like the demons under his command.

Suddenly, Kabanha sensed the call of the Blood God.

He struggled to get up, dragged his broken body, and staggered towards the Brass Fortress.

To meet the great Blood God.

At this moment, his mind was groggy and his heart was full of panic.

He failed.

He blew the horn and went to war in a swagger, but was beaten into his current state by an unknown existence as soon as he arrived.

Even when facing Sanguinius, he had never suffered such a heavy blow.

Kabanha had served the Blood God a long time ago, and had made countless spectacular kills all the way from a humble sixth-level demon to the present.

He knew the Blood God's temper well.

He hated cowards and liked to impose the most cruel punishment on those who were afraid of fighting!

Kabanha was undoubtedly a more cautious existence among the demons.

He was not a reckless butcher, and he had long realized that a cautious strategy could shed more blood than blind anger.

Even if it was a temporary failure, as long as more blood could be offered in the future, the punishment of the Blood God could be avoided.

But this time, he failed too badly.

This was an unprecedented failure.

He was defeated by the terrible energy summoned by the savior, and all his demon legions were lost on an unknown planet.

And he abandoned his warriors and fled without dignity and honor.

If the Blood God knew, he would never forgive him!

Kabanha came to the hall under the brass throne with fear and uneasiness.

As soon as he came to the hall, he felt the angry eyes of the Blood God.

His anger was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and unstoppable!

Kabanha's heart jumped.

The great Blood God was angry after all.

He committed such a shameful act, and the Blood God would probably drag him to the top of the brass fortress and impose cruel punishment on him.

Then hang him on the high wall, so that all the demons in the domain would know:

He is a cowardly demon without courage, a shameful deserter.

What to do?

Kabanha could already imagine it.

The sarcastic words and mocking eyes of Angras and the demons would be like sharp blades, cutting his remaining self-esteem over and over again.

Even the most humble demons would spit at him.

Every action, every insult, would become his eternal shame and a nightmare from which he could not escape.

Such humiliation is even more terrible than death to him. It would be better to let him die directly under the energy of the cursed!

The cursed?

A light flashed in Kabanha's chaotic thoughts.

He looked up at the demons and found that there was a hint of fear in the depths of their eyes?

Kabanha realized that they were afraid of the large amount of energy of the cursed that remained in his body.

To the demons, he was a mobile source of pollution. No wonder those demons avoided him all the way.

Even the demons were so afraid, so his failure didn't seem to be a big deal, right?

Kabanha couldn't help thinking.

He faced the existence of the cursed, even if it was just his energy!

Thinking of this, Kabanha's worries were swept away.

He couldn't help but straighten his chest...