In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 249 249: The Domain of the Blood God

After killing Skarbrand, Zeke accepted the invitation and traveled to the war domain of Khorne, the Blood God.

A new Warp layer, corresponding to the material plane, had been added to his minimap mod. Switching to it, he teleported directly, saving himself the trouble of a long trek.

The War Domain was somewhat similar to the Nether in Minecraft, though the color palette was much redder, closer to the hue of fresh blood.

Crimson clouds roared as they swept across the horizon. The ground was littered with bones, shattered armor, and broken blades. Blood pooled into small rivers that flowed into massive lakes.

The outer perimeter of the domain was surrounded by a colossal wall forged from the deepest red and darkest iron, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other.

The Fortress Steps were the sole entrance to His domain.

Zeke looked at these abnormally massive stairs. There was a height difference of dozens of meters between each step—clearly not designed for the footsteps of mortals.

Fortunately, Zeke could fly. He launched himself into the air and flew toward the top of the Fortress Steps.

On both sides of the stairs, daemons and other creatures of Chaos were slaughtering each other, indulging in blood and carnage.

Many of them noticed Zeke's shadow and cast bloodthirsty glares his way.

In the past, Zeke might have ignored them. But the current Zeke wasn't about to indulge them. He pulled out a Longbow of the Heavens.

The Heaven's Arrows fired from this longbow would automatically track enemies, never resting until they hit their mark. Upon impact, they summoned a barrage of arrows from the sky to strafe the target.

Glowing with blinding blue light, the Heaven's Arrows streaked like meteors, automatically chasing down the Bloodletters Zeke had locked onto.

After blasting straight through their brass shields with undiminished power, the arrows vaporized the overconfident enemies.

It didn't end there. The Heaven's Arrows continued tracking other enemies within range. Amidst a cacophony of frantic parrying and agonizing wails, the surroundings finally quieted down considerably.

Blood flowed down the sides of the stairs. Disgusted, Zeke increased his altitude to avoid getting stained by the foul, filthy blood.

Upon reaching the top, the surrounding landscape suddenly opened up.

A Brass Citadel towered amidst a desolate plain. If it weren't made entirely of brass, Zeke would have thought he'd stumbled upon a Nether Fortress.

The walls of this citadel were splashed with blood. Spikes crowning the domed towers pierced the black clouds spewing from the foundries. Blazing braziers hanging from terrifying iron hooks illuminated the surrounding wasteland.

There lay the fearsome seat of power of the Blood God.

"I'm here, dammit." Zeke flew toward the Brass Citadel.

He didn't bother searching for a main gate. As he approached the outer wall of the citadel, he simply mined his way straight through the wall.

At the center of the citadel, sitting upon a brass throne atop a mountain of skulls, he finally saw the Blood God Himself.

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The Blood God's gaze was constantly fixed upon the endless wars within His own domain and the countless conflicts across the mortal realms.

At this moment, He didn't spare any attention for the daemons still offering sacrifices to the Skull Throne; instead, He was mentally repeating the name Zeke.

The Blood God was absolutely not a brainless brute. It was just that, compared to using intellect, He generally preferred using His overwhelming strength to solve problems.

From the very first moment Zeke appeared in this timeline, the entire future underwent a violent upheaval. This was something all four gods had clearly perceived.

That brat Tzeentch was still searching for a way to avoid that terrifying future. Slaanesh was even more unreliable; Her first reaction was actually to flee. Nurgle's thoughts remained shrouded beneath a cloud of pestilence, unknown to the others.

Thinking of this, the armrests of the Brass Throne gradually cracked under the Blood God's unconscious grip.

Cowards. That was the only judgment the Blood God had for His three colleagues.

Since the future had already arrived, cowering in a corner praying for it to take a detour made them worse than the lowliest maggots.

True courage lay in facing the future head-on, seizing the initiative, and perhaps grasping the opportunity to change it. That was what a true god should do. And that was precisely why the Blood God had invited Zeke.

Furthermore, a deeper craving stirred within Him: the Blood God caught the scent of war upon Zeke—an epoch-shattering war that could make even the Brass Throne tremble.

Beside the Skull Throne, eight of Khorne's most powerful Bloodthirsters stood still as statues.

They simultaneously sensed their Master's contemplation. When the Blood God resorted to intellect, it usually meant His strength was no longer sufficient to solve the problem—an unprecedented occurrence.

A problem that even the Blood God's power cannot solve... how terrifying must it be?

They buried a trace of worry deep within their hearts. But in this setting, any display of cowardice would draw the Blood God's most searing fury.

Zeke's arrival interrupted the Lord of Battles' thoughts. The Blood God's eyes shifted to Zeke.

It was a gaze carrying a weight that mortal life could not bear.

Zeke met the gaze. The Blood God possessed a massive, muscular frame and a fiercely roaring, canine-like face.

The evil gods of the Warp had no fixed form; it was Zeke's own preconceived notions that had shaped the Blood God's appearance to him.

"You're looking for me?" Zeke hadn't forgotten that it was the Blood God who sent the invitation.

"Defeat me." Every word the Blood God spoke was a roar laced with endless fury, echoing throughout His domain.

Hearing this, Zeke's expression turned slightly odd. He had never heard such a bizarre request in his entire life.

Zeke wasn't afraid of battle, but he loathed meaningless fights. He asked his question: "Do you know how I can return to my own timeline?"

"Defeat me," the Blood God repeated. "Defeat me, and I will tell you."

Having secured the promise, Zeke narrowed his eyes. "Deal."

Among the four gods, when it came to direct combat, the Blood God was the undisputed champion.

The Blood God's massive frame, which hadn't moved in ages, shifted. His left hand gripped the two-handed axe resting beside the Brass Throne, a weapon said to be capable of destroying worlds with a single strike.

His eyes blazing with intensity, the Blood God casually brought the axe blade down single-handedly.

The hissing sound of the cleaved air arrived belatedly, trying to catch up to the axe from behind.

In the distance, the sky of the Brass Domain spontaneously tore open a rift, unable to withstand the accumulated power behind the strike.

There was no technique embedded in this move; only the purest speed and absolute power.

Zeke didn't retreat. He stepped forward into the howling wind, raising only a single arm.

The Blood God is somewhat looking down on me with this move. Not only was He sitting down, but He was striking single-handedly and holding back His strength. As a return courtesy, Zeke also used only one arm.

The Infinity Armor on his arm met the edge of the blade clashing against armor.

Accompanied by a continuous, deafening roar, the landscape behind Zeke was ripped open, the destruction extending all the way to the horizon. The fleeing daemons tumbled from mid-air, clutching their splitting skulls and howling in agony.

Zeke touched the shallow cut that had appeared on the Infinity Armor and casually swapped it for a fresh piece.

The Blood God smiled. This was the first human who had dared to face His attack head-on and actually blocked it. It truly brought Him joy.

The mountains of skulls piled on both sides of the throne suffered a landslide. Several severed heads tumbled down, bouncing all the way down the steep slope of bone.

The Blood God stood up.

After eons, the Blood God finally left His Brass Throne, leaving behind only a deep indentation upon it.

He looked down at Zeke. Standing up, His stature appeared even more colossal than when seated. Those burning eyes stared straight at Zeke, holding a kind of anticipation He Himself was unfamiliar with.

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