NCCnovel Chapter 258 The Laughing Galaxy
Chapter 258 The Laughing Galaxy
Deep within the galaxy, the chaotic forces of the warp churn endlessly, the powers of demons and evil gods intertwining to create a world of madness and chaos. Yet, even in this place of terror and destruction, a joke circulates that amuses countless demons and mortals alike—the "legendary" story of Vodar Bloodrong.
Vodar Bloodrocket, the daemon prince of Khorne and leader of the Bloodskull Warband, was once a figure feared throughout countless worlds. His battle axe was stained with the blood of countless lives, and his roar could make even the bravest warrior tremble. However, his reputation was utterly shattered in an accident—he was banished back to the Warp by an ordinary human named Russell.
Yes, Russell, a Kashezin warrior, a mortal, an ordinary warrior without supernatural powers or the blessing of Chaos. With a Blooddrinker entrenching tool, he forcefully sent Vodar Bloodrong, the daemon prince of Khorne, back into the warp. This event spread rapidly throughout the galaxy, becoming the subject of countless jokes among warriors and daemons.
"Have you heard? That Vodar Bloodrong, the demon prince of Khorne, was banished by a mortal with a shovel!"
"Hahaha, really? That Woda Blood Glory? Isn't he supposed to be invincible?"
"Invincible? I think it's incompetent! He can't even beat a mortal, yet he dares to call himself the Demon Prince?"
Such ridicule echoed throughout the galaxy, and even other demons in the warp began to mock Vodar Bloodrong. His reputation went from "the terrifying demon prince" to "a laughingstock banished by the shovel."
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In the chaotic realm of the warp, the void twists, reality and illusion intertwine, and everything seems to tremble in endless madness. This is a paradise for demons, a terrifying place beyond the comprehension of mortals. And deep within this chaos, a battle powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the warp is unfolding—Vorda Bloodroth, the demon prince of Khorne, and Kazaros Wraithflame, the demon lord of Tzeentch, are engaged in a life-or-death duel.
Vodar Bloodrocket, Khorne's favorite, was a towering and ferocious figure. His crimson armor was covered in spikes and runes, each rune shimmering with the power of the Blood God. He wielded his battle axe, "Blood Oath," its blade wreathed with endless vengeful spirits, each swing accompanied by a mournful howl. His eyes burned with the flames of rage, as if he wanted to reduce all enemies to ashes.
His opponent, Kazaros the Fiend, was Tzeentch's loyal servant. Tall and elegant, his deep blue armor was inlaid with countless shimmering runes, each imbued with boundless psionic power. In his hand he gripped a double-edged spear, "Phantom Spike," its tip gleaming with eerie blue flames. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, seemingly able to see through all illusion.
The battle erupted in the void. Woda Bloodlust launched the first attack, his battle axe slashing down on Kazaros with devastating force. However, Kazaros's figure flickered like a phantom, easily dodging the blow. His double-edged spear drew a blue arc through the air, aiming straight for Woda's throat.
Woda roared, his battle axe spinning wildly to block the spear's attack. The moment the two weapons collided, dazzling sparks erupted, and the void itself trembled from the force of the impact.
"You think you can defeat me?" Voda growled, his voice filled with anger and disdain. "I am Khorne's favorite, the incarnation of the Blood God!"
Kazaros sneered, his voice as cold as ice: "Khorne's darling? Nothing more than a laughingstock banished by mortals with shovels."
Voda's rage was instantly ignited, and his attacks became even more ferocious. His battle axe swung like a whirlwind, each strike carrying devastating power. However, Kazaros's figure was as elusive as a phantom, his spear drawing countless deadly arcs in the air, forcing Voda to retreat repeatedly.
"No matter how powerful you are, you cannot touch my shadow," Kazarus mocked, his voice echoing in the void as if it were omnipresent.
Voda roared and swung his battle axe, a crimson energy wave erupting from the blade as he aimed directly at Kazaros. However, Kazaros suddenly vanished, the energy wave striking the void and unleashing a massive impact.
"You think you can defeat me like this?" Kazaros's voice came from behind Voda. His double-edged spear suddenly thrust out, aiming straight for Voda's back.
Woda swiftly turned, using her battle axe to block the spear's attack. However, Kazaros's psionic power erupted at that moment, blue flames spewing from the spear and engulfing Woda's body.
Voda let out a painful roar, his armor hissing shrilly amidst the psionic flames. Yet, his rage burned even more fiercely. He swung his battle axe violently, the blade erupting with crimson energy that shattered the psionic flames.
"Your psychic powers have no effect on me!" Voda roared, his body growing even larger in the crimson energy, as if he had transformed into the incarnation of the Blood God.
A hint of seriousness flashed in Kazaros's eyes, but he did not back down. His double-edged spear drew deadly arcs in the air, and psionic energy condensed at the tip of the spear, forming blue energy blades that aimed straight for Voda's vitals.
The battle reached its climax. Woda's battle axe clashed with Kazaros's spear in the void, unleashing dazzling sparks. The two figures darted through the void, each attack carrying devastating power.
However, Kazaros's psionic power put Woda under some pressure. His attacks, though ferocious, struggled to reach Kazaros. Meanwhile, Kazaros's psionic attacks struck Woda repeatedly, leaving cracks all over his armor.
“You cannot defeat me,” Kazaros sneered. “No matter how powerful you are, you cannot even touch me.”
Voda's rage erupted completely. He swung his battle axe fiercely, a crimson energy wave bursting from the blade, aiming straight for Kazarus. This time, his attack finally struck Kazarus.
Kazaros was struck by the energy wave, a deep crack appearing in his armor. However, a mocking glint flashed in his eyes: "You think you can defeat me like this?"
His double-edged spear thrust out, aiming straight for Voda's throat. Voda swiftly swung his battle axe, blocking the spear's attack. However, at that moment, Kazaros's psionic power erupted completely, blue flames spewing from the spear and engulfing Voda's body entirely.
Voda let out a painful roar, his body trembling in the psionic flames. Yet, his rage burned even more fiercely. He swung his battle axe violently, the blade erupting with crimson energy that shattered the psionic flames.
"Die!" Voda roared, and swung his battle axe down, severing Kazaros's head.
However, even at the moment of death, Kazarus's laughter still echoed in the void: "Hahaha! Voda Bloodroam, you are nothing but a joke! A joke banished by mortals with shovels!"
Woda Bloodrong stood in the void of the warp, roaring furiously, "Russell! I will find you! I will tear you to pieces! I will let the entire galaxy know that the majesty of Woda Bloodrong is not to be profaned!"
However, his roar echoed through the warp, only drawing more ridicule. The demons whispered amongst themselves, while the mortal warriors continued to tell the joke—about the demon prince banished by the shovel, Vodar Bloodroam.