"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes, a modified sand vehicle stopped on the desert stained red with blood.

The mutant Malus brothers jumped out of the rusty vehicle.

Then he saw his master, a huge red beast shrouded in melted flesh and pungent black smoke.

"My master, your servant is here."

Malus spoke with a trembling voice, and the ups and downs of his tone were full of awe.

Kabanha was scarred, and the blood completely penetrated the sand and dust under his feet. The muscles melted like candles and fell from the broad frame. Through the torn wounds, the internal organs that were tumbling and squirming could be seen. The monster's cheeks were like

It was carefully prepared by hunters with skinning knives, and the bloody tendons were exposed to fatal radiation.

Such serious and exaggerated injuries.

Enough to make an ordinary person die a hundred times.

But Cabanha is still alive, with bloody breaths coming from his nostrils.

Severe pain was tearing at every nerve in his body, and the blood flowing from his body was like a beautiful grease, stimulating the burning of anger. As the bloodhound of Khorne, Kabanha did not care about the pain.

For him, this can even be considered a reward.

But at the same time——

Another sense that comes with blood.

But it made Kabanha feel unbearable torture and even fear.

The moment he stopped killing, the moment the snow-white angel escaped from his palm, the atoms that made up his body began to loosen, threatening to fly away and then float away in the wind.

"Father, please give me another chance. Give your loyal hound another chance. I am still alive and standing in the real universe. This hunt is not over yet." Kabanha muttered in an ancient language that was difficult for the mutant brothers to understand.

He stood and prayed devoutly to the tumbling and torn bloody sky, "I can see such a scene. Soon, it won't take too long, I will be able to meet the angel you appointed again. By then, everything will definitely be

What a difference!"

Boom!

Among the billowing low-hanging dark clouds.

A bloody thunder suddenly exploded, and the sky and the earth were filled with red.

Kabanha vaguely heard an angry roar, and his burly body trembled with awe and fear.

But thankfully, the Lord of Skulls on the Brass Throne agreed to his request. Even in Kabanha's long life of tens of millions of years, such experiences were only a handful in his memory.

.

"Father really values ​​that angel very much."

Kabanha clenched his teeth, making a crunching sound. The emotion called jealousy made the never-ending rage in his heart burn even faster. "I will not waste this opportunity. I will prove that I am better than that weak angel."

More powerful!"

He roared silently.

Then he walked forward step by step and broke away from the black smoke.

Bang!

Malus knelt on the ground.

Shocked by the inhuman sight displayed by the bloodthirsty demon, he prayed in an almost whispering voice, "My master, the slaves of the pure-blood tribe have escaped. Now, can your loyal servants

Do I do anything for you?"

Kabanha lowered his head.

It seems that the traces of mutants were not noticed until this time.

"There's only one thing you can do." Malus' excitement lasted for less than two seconds, and was replaced by extreme fear. He was thrown into the air, and his rifle fell from the sky.

His hand slipped. As he fell, he saw a huge mouth opening in front of him. Then the world turned into wet, blood-red, and scorching heat.

The soft wall clamped on his body, crushing his bones.

His arms stretched forward uncontrollably, sinking into the bloodthirsty demon's throat, and then dissolved in the corrosive mucus in the monster's esophagus.

And Malus is not dead yet. He is still alive. He can see that the flesh and blood on his arms are rapidly turning black, bubbling, and bursting. The pain is enough to make him scream inhumanly, but there is only silence.

.

Then——

He slid further down.

A digestive tract constructed by a crazy god, where he saw the bones of other mutant brothers.

He was dissolved in a cauldron filled with protoplasmic digestive juices, and had only a few seconds left to live. He sank under the sea, then emerged as a screaming red skeleton. Then he sank to the bottom again, this time.

He failed to emerge from it.

"Gudong!"

Kabanha picked up the giant ax that fell beside him and burped.

His blood-red eyes stared at the direction in which the angel left and disappeared, and an illusion shrouded in mist appeared before his eyes.

They will meet again.

The place of meeting has been revealed in the prophecy.

He does not need to hunt again, he only needs to return to that place, build it into a deadly trap, and wait for the sweet prey to take the bait.

"Hiss——"

Kabanha licked the blood on his fingers.

The delicious taste penetrated right into his soul, making him tremble involuntarily.

He squinted his eyes and couldn't help but start to think about how wonderful it would be to tear open the angel's white and tender neck, suck the hot blood inside, and listen to the screams of a dying angel. In his mind,

In 60 million years of life, such an experience is unprecedented.

"We will meet again."

Kabanha laughed, backed away slowly, then spread his wings and jumped up, "Poor angel, you will never be able to escape your fate."

——

Relying on the superhuman physical fitness of the original body.

Sanguinius quickly regained consciousness, but she did not wake up from her slumber.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deeper illusion.

This vision was particularly real. She could feel the orange-red sunlight in front of her eyes through her eyelids, the warm wind blowing up her long golden hair, and the dry air tickling her nose. Sanguinius walked aimlessly.

In this desert, when I opened my eyes, I saw that the blood-stained white dress on my body had disappeared, replaced by a holy cloak that represented the seeker.

The warm wind swayed the loose robe, outlining the body's slender figure.

The dry plains extended in all directions under her feet, and the path was blocked by low rolling hills at the edge of the distant horizon. The gloomy orange sky looked down on the withered surface, and the warm wind carried the sand and dust like snakes.

Rolling forward.

The meaning of time and space seems to have been lost.

But Sanguinius was very patient, she just moved forward in one direction at a constant speed.
Chapter completed!