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Join the ServerInside Exhibition Hall A, the air was thick with a nauseatingly sweet, bloody stench.
“BOOM—!!!”
A dull, thunderous explosion rang out.
“Impossible…”
A black-robed figure staggered back, staring in horror at the man striding out from the smoke.
Just seconds ago, their prized “followers”—those flesh-modified degenerates—had been smashed into minced meat by this mere mortal, like piles of rotten flesh beaten apart by brute force!
“Huff… huff…”
Luo Shaotian dragged the slightly bent steel pipe with one hand, sparks screeching violently as it scraped across the floor.
His clothes had long since been torn to shreds in the fighting, exposing muscles crisscrossed with wounds.
Yet there was no blood.
Instead, a strange crimson heat haze steamed off his body.
“A mere mortal… how could he possess such monstrous strength?”
The black-robed figures exchanged looks, utterly baffled.
“No—wait!”
One of them suddenly screamed, the voice beneath the hood trembling with fear.
“Look at his spiritual pressure! There are embers of [Khorne] lodged within his soul! He—he’s been chosen by Blood and War!”
“Khorne? Chosen?”
Hearing these unfamiliar words, the chaos in Luo Shaotian’s mind cleared for a fleeting instant.
He narrowed his eyes. The fingers gripping the steel pipe clenched so hard they cracked audibly.
He didn’t understand what these lunatics were rambling about.
But he knew one thing—
If he didn’t smash every last one of these bastards to pieces, he would never save Wan Xiaohu!
“I don’t care what you are…”
The floor beneath his feet exploded as he launched himself forward!
“—All of you… DIE!!!”
“A madman… If that’s the case, then you’re finally worth us Abyssal Chanters taking seriously!”
The leader of the Abyssal Chanters snorted coldly and drew two daggers from his wide sleeves.
The blades writhed like serpent tongues, gleaming with black venom.
“Go! Offer him to the god!”
In an instant, the six Abyssal Chanters became afterimages, attacking from all directions.
Clang! Clang! Clangclangclang—!
Metallic clashes rang out like torrential rain.
The moment they engaged, Luo Shaotian sensed something was wrong.
These people looked shriveled and frail, as if a strong breeze could knock them over—
Yet every collision between dagger and steel pipe carried the terrifying force of a hydraulic press!
The web of his palm split open, blood flowing down the pipe—only making the red glow in his eyes burn brighter.
“HA—!”
With a furious roar, he ignored the dagger slashing toward his ribs and swung the steel pipe in a wide arc!
SPLAT—!
One Chanter who failed to dodge had his spine shattered and was sent flying like a broken rag doll.
But at that very moment—
“—⍙⟒⋏……⏃⍀⌇……”
A Chanter lurking in the rear suddenly opened his mouth and unleashed an extremely shrill sonic burst!
[Mental Shock · Banshee’s Wail]!
BUZZ—!!!
Luo Shaotian felt as if an axe had cleaved straight into his brain!
“Urgh—!”
He groaned in agony, his body locking up fatally.
His vision blurred, his eardrums screamed, and warm liquid flowed from his ears.
Just that single second of vulnerability—
Stab! Stab! Stab!
Several daggers severed the tendons in all four of his limbs!
“Ghh…”
Luo Shaotian dropped to one knee, gasping heavily.
Before he could even try to rise, a far deadlier sense of danger descended.
“Huff… inhale…”
The sweet stench in the air suddenly intensified tenfold.
Struggling to lift his head, Luo Shaotian finally noticed several semi-transparent, dreamlike glowing creatures floating near the dark ceiling.
Jellyfish…?
Countless tiny, shimmering spores drifted from their tentacles like a radiant rain, engulfing him.
“Cough… cough…”
After inhaling just one breath, it felt as if his lungs had been filled with glue.
Breathing became agonizingly difficult. The searing pain in his body faded, replaced by a light, floating sense of “bliss.”
The world began to distort.
The once-ominous exhibition hall twisted into a kaleidoscope of warped colors.
Those grotesque Abyssal Chanters turned into distorted red silhouettes.
“Even with the power of [Khorne], a mortal body still has its limits.”
The leader of the Abyssal Chanters stepped forward, looking down at the man who had lost all ability to resist.
He slowly raised his hand and pressed it downward.
“Bless him.”
From the ceiling, a massive Siren Jellyfish descended, its translucent bell larger than Luo Shaotian’s head.
“No… get away…”
Luo Shaotian tried to swing the steel pipe, but his arms felt as heavy as lead.
He could only watch as the slick, boneless creature settled over his face.
Plap.
Cold, wet contact enveloped his senses.
Then came hellish intrusion.
“NNNGH—!!!”
A scream strangled in his throat.
He could clearly feel countless tiny, slippery tentacles forcing open his eyelids, burrowing into his nostrils, even crawling up his ear canals—
Straight into his brain!
“AAAAAAH—!!!”
Agony and suffocation struck at once.
Am I… going to die here?
His consciousness began to irreversibly scatter.
Darkness surged in from the edges of his vision, swallowing the warped reality bit by bit.
No…
I refuse…
I can’t—
“Urgh… ahh…”
Amid endless darkness and pain, fragments of memory flashed wildly like a spinning lantern.
The burning tears beneath the red flag when he took his oath as a police officer.
Wan Xiaohu’s goofy grin, scratching the back of his head as he called him “Brother Luo.”
And Lin Yu…
That brother who once knelt and cried before his girlfriend, sacrificing his pride just to save him…
He still owed him a debt greater than the sky…
And then…
That figure.
The girl who saved him on a night of despairing rain.
The girl he parted with on a windy rooftop.
Venomous, yet gentle.
“Lulu…”
Even as the tentacles churned through his brain, Luo Shaotian whispered her name with what little breath he had left.
There was something he had buried deep in his heart, never daring to tell anyone—not even himself.
Ever since Lin Yu confessed the truth that “Lulu is my girlfriend,” Luo Shaotian had sunk into a mire of torment called transgression.
Reason told him: she was Lin Yu’s woman, the lover of his brother who had shared life and death with him!
Out of principle and morality, he forced himself to restrain everything.
No disturbance. No overstepping. He didn’t even dare dial that number again.
But…
A person might control their hands and feet—but never their soul.
Thoughts are demons.
Free demons.
They grant life, and they grant destruction.
Every lonely night, when he dragged his exhausted body back to that empty home and saw the silly teddy bear left behind in the corner…
Every time he jolted awake from dreams, fingertips still seeming to retain a softness that wasn’t his to touch…
That petite figure would invade his mind like a ghost, domineering and unstoppable.
Thoughts are demons.
They made him unable to forget.
Unable—utterly unable—to forget the girl named Lulu.
Even in dreams, he relived that rainy night countless times.
Relived that kiss—
Wet, heated, filled with gunpowder smoke and girlish sweetness.
That softness. That trembling. That soul-sucking shiver…
Like a seed buried deep in his heart, greedily feeding on his guilt and growing wild.
How many times, staring at the ceiling upon waking, had Luo Shaotian entertained that despicable thought—
If only…
If Lulu weren’t Lin Yu’s girlfriend.
If only I’d met her first.
Then…
Could I hold her openly?
Could I kiss that body—
That youthful, beautiful, maddening girl’s body—
Without restraint?
This sinful thought clung to him like bone-deep rot.
No matter how much cold water he splashed on his face, no matter how fiercely he cursed himself as a beast, he could never eradicate it completely.
So when Lin Yu moved away, deep down, he felt relief.
As long as they didn’t meet.
As long as there was physical distance…
This forbidden desire would eventually fade with time, right?
He could become the upright Officer Luo again.
Maybe.
But it was too late.
As death approached, those deepest, most primitive, dirtiest—yet truest—desires he had buried erupted like a volcano!
I want to see her…
I want to live…
I want to… have her!
“Hahahahahaha—!”
At that very instant—
An ancient, majestic voice brimming with endless brutality exploded directly within his soul, as if piercing countless dimensions!
Time itself seemed to freeze.
The pain vanished.
The suffocation disappeared.
Luo Shaotian found himself standing amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The heavens burned.
The earth lay white with billions of bones.
The air was stagnant, saturated only with choking iron-rust and blood.
Before him stood a towering Brass Throne, piercing the clouds.
It sat atop a colossal base made of countless skulls—human and alien alike—layered like steps descending into hell.
Upon the throne sat a vast, indescribable horror.
Crimson plate armor etched with runes of agony.
A massive winged helm hid its true face, revealing only divine eyes blazing with eternal fury.
At its side, a colossal blade was buried deep into the mountain of bones, god-blood flowing endlessly along its edge.
“Mortal. I have watched you for a long time.”
The being did not open its mouth, yet thunderous ancient whispers boomed within Luo Shaotian’s soul.
“Your rage burns like heaven-consuming fire. Your unwillingness gnaws like bone-eating worms.”
“A soul twisted between morality and desire…”
“Ugly—yet exquisitely delicious.”
Divine might pressed down like a prison.
“Do you wish to die here?”
“Do you wish to live?”
“Do you desire power enough to crush all rules, to tear apart every obstacle?”
“Do you desire to obtain… that woman?!”
Each word pierced his defenses, laying bare his darkest longing.
“Though taboo. Though betrayal. What of it?”
“Heaven is merciless. The strong devour the weak. This law is eternal!”
“Only the powerful are worthy of a seat beneath the blood-soaked throne!”
“Cowardice is sin! Hesitation is death!”
A colossal brass-armored hand wreathed in bloodfire extended toward him.
In its palm lay no contract, no pen—only pure, violent destruction.
“Kneel, mortal.”
“My pact requires no words, no ink.”
“If you accept the mark of [Khorne], if you would become my butcher walking the mortal realm…”
“Then open your mouth and shout to this false world the one and only oath—”
……
“Heh… in the end, just a mortal.”
The Abyssal Chanters gazed at Luo Shaotian lying in the pool of blood, intoxicated.
Beneath the massive Siren Jellyfish, his violent struggles had completely ceased.
His limbs were limp, his breathing faint. That once murderous spiritual pressure had fallen silent—like a beast fully tamed.
One Chanter couldn’t help extending a withered finger, reaching for what would soon become a masterpiece of the Abyss.
Once the final mental assimilation was complete…
Once the consciousness known as “Luo Shaotian” was erased…
“Praise the Abyss, praise—”
And then—
At the very millisecond his fingertip was about to touch Luo Shaotian’s forehead—
SIZZLE—
A sound like red-hot iron plunged into cold water rang out.
“Hm?”
The Chanters froze.
They stared in shock as the Siren Jellyfish covering Luo Shaotian’s face began to smoke.
Its translucent gelatinous body boiled violently, turning a horrifying crimson!
The sweet, hallucinogenic scent in the air was ripped apart by another smell—
Iron.
Copper.
An overwhelmingly suffocating—
Blood stench!
“What’s happening?! Did the ritual fail?!”
“This heat… where is it coming from?!”
Before they could react—
BOOM—!!!
The Siren Jellyfish exploded!
Not shattered by external force, but burst apart from the unbearable heat and killing intent beneath it!
Scalding slime splattered everywhere. The leader staggered back instinctively.
Within the drifting blood mist—
The man who should have been crippled, broken, and mentally destroyed…
Moved.
“Crack… crack…”
Bones forcibly snapping back into place.
Using a blood-soaked hand, Luo Shaotian pressed against the floor and slowly, shakily stood up.
His movements were stiff and twisted, as if an invisible giant hand were pulling his strings.
“This… is impossible.”
The Chanters’ voices broke, strangled by terror.
Cold dread spread.
They saw his eyes.
No whites.
No pupils.
Only two blazing crimson flames, burning in silence.
That wasn’t a gaze.
It was judgment.
The Abyssal Chanters retreated instinctively, footsteps chaotic.
“You… what are you?”
The answer was not words.
It was a roar—
Like a massive brass bell struck by a hammer—
Shaking the very air itself:
“Blood for the Blood God… Skulls for the Skull Throne!”
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