[However, just as you look at each other, the two of you poised to strike...]
[When you are about to launch an attack and seize the initiative, a shadow falls over you—a deeper darkness than the mountain itself.]
[A huge figure, wearing well-forged, blood-red armor and with vast blood-red flesh wings on its back, lands heavily behind you and Draigo, the impact shaking the very summit and completely blocking your only way out.]
[Its huge palm tightly grasps a terrifying, imnse Khorne axe, and the other forearm is wrapped with a thick silver chain, holding a bone whip that is constantly burning with blood-red flas.]
[It is obviously a more powerful Bloodthirster, larger and more focused than the eight before you, and it is clearly a leader among countless Khorne daemons.]
[Khorne's lieutenant, one of the leaders of the Blood Legion of the Lord of Slaughter, a Bloodthirster whose size alone—easily twelve ters tall—is enough to overwhelm all other daemons.]
[You quickly adjust the direction you are facing, pivoting the 'Iron Shell' armor to face this new, imnse threat.]
[You and Draigo stand back to back, forming a desperate defensive circle between the nine Greater Daemons.]
["Do you know who I am? The new champion of Khorne, I am General Kabanha of Khorne. Thanks to the anger of my Lord, you and I are brothers..." The Bloodthirster nad Kabanha shakes the daemon horns on both sides of his head and says slowly.]
[Its low and terrifying demonic voice, like the abyss itself, is filled with endless anger and a clear logic that is very rare among Khorne daemons. It speaks with the authority of a general, not a beast.]
[You subconsciously clench the "Khorne Axe" you carry, the tal warm in your hands.]
[A strong, feral murderous intent flashes in your cyan wolf eyes, recognizing the source of your forced servitude.]
[You slightly bare the snow-white fangs in your mouth and spit contemptuously in the direction of the Bloodthirster Kabanha, the insult clear despite the distance.]
["Hold that magic sword tightly and truly accept the blessing of my Lord's ascension. In this way, you can enjoy endless battles and fights..." The Bloodthirster Kabanha seems to turn a blind eye to your provocation, his focus on your compliance.]
[While speaking, it raises the 'Khorne Axe' in its huge hand and points it at the more distant bloody sky, invoking the presence of the Blood God.]
["On the bronze throne, my lord is still waiting for your submission and kneeling... Or, as long as you choose to stay and are willing to serve my lord for a short ti, I will retreat imdiately." The Bloodthirster Kabanha flaps his huge blood-red flesh wings, creating turbulent air currents, and his scarlet eyeballs seem to be surging with strands of blood-red anger that are difficult to extinguish, yet held carefully in check.]
[You take a deep breath, the air thick with sulfur and ozone, and repeatedly tighten your grip on the formidable 'Khorne Axe'.]
[You choose to give the answer not with words, but with the violent roar from the muzzle of your Storm Bolter, the noise a perfect rejection of his offer.]
[As the roar of the Storm Bolter resounds through the mountain, riddling Kabanha's armor with useless bolts, the eight original Khorne daemons suddenly burst into a deafening roar of battle.]
[They brandish demonic weapons and set off a violent charge that shakes the earth in your direction, seeing your attack as the signal.]
[Draigo, with deep, focused eyes, takes a deep breath, recognizing the impossible odds.]
[With his gray beard trembling, he holds up a heavy Storm Shield, wields the Titansword, and releases a series of blazing psychic flas, trying to slow the onslaught.]
[Unfortunately, the terrifying psychic flas can certainly hurt the Khorne Daemons, but they are not enough to produce an overwhelming combat advantage against such veteran Greater Daemons.]
["The fixed passage is just below the cliff at the top of the Bloodfall... young wolf, I will buy you ti to leave!" A familiar voice, sharp and commanding, hidden in the surge of psychic energy suddenly passes by your ears—Draigo's final plan.]
[Draigo, with a solemn expression and absolute determination, releases a powerful psychic fla again, forcing the Bloodthirsters to pause.]
[He drives the Holy Shield Terminator without hesitation and crashes into the eight Khorne Daemons head-on, launching himself into the impossible fight.]
[You don't have ti to turn around to support your ally, knowing you must adhere to the plan.]
[You launch a fierce and powerful charge against the Bloodthirster Kabanha, recognizing him as the greatest threat you must neutralize.]
[From the servo-chanical arm above the power backpack, a series of explosive bolts are also ejected rapidly, continuing the torrent of fire.]
[However, the explosion shock that ordinary Khorne daemons could not bear is like a mosquito bite to the twelve-ter-tall Bloodthirster. The bolts simply flatten and scatter across his blood-red armor.]
[The Bloodthirster Kabanha, with a pair of scarlet eyes, does not even make any defense. He doesn't need to.]
[He stands there and completely resists the continuous shooting of the Storm Bolter with his blood-colored armor and extrely strong body, letting the explosive rounds ping off him.]
["Then let weigh the strength of you, the champion of Khorne..." The Bloodthirster Kabanha shakes his daemon horns, his patience wearing thin, and it suddenly raises the white bone whip burning with blood-colored flas.]
[In an instant, the brass whip head of the white bone whip falls heavily on your power armor, 'Iron Shell'.]
[Accompanied by the harsh sound of tal distortion and a shower of sparks, the solid shell of the 'Iron Shell' actually shows clearly visible, horrible scars for the first ti—the purified tal failing under the daemon weapon's power.]
[Your charge is also completely interrupted by the opponent's attack. The raw force of the blow sends you reeling.]
[You stumble and fall heavily to the ground nearby, your armored body skidding across the rocky summit.]
[A servo-chanical arm quickly extends out, clawing onto the cliff face and firmly supporting your tall body, keeping you from sliding further.]
[You twitch your nose, tasting the dust and the tallic scent of your own strained armor.]
[The other two servo-chanical arms suddenly lift up and throw the heavy ammunition box in the direction of the Bloodthirster Kabanha, aiming for maximum distraction.]
[At the sa ti, the Storm Bolter roars violently again, emptying another clip.]
[The completely detonated ammunition box, loaded with explosive bolts, bursts into a huge fla and smoke cloud, almost drowning Kabanha's huge figure.]
[You take advantage of the brief gap to readjust your body posture and charge at the opponent again, driving your legs to their limit.]
["I'm really disappointed... Is the new Khorne champion such a weakling?" The Bloodthirster Kabanha's low and angry voice quickly dispels the burning flas, erging from the smoke unscathed.]
[Its two huge feet crush the rocky ground, launching its imnse body, holding the Khorne Axe, rushing towards you with terrifying speed.]
[You hold the 'Khorne Axe' tightly in both hands, bracing for the impact.]
[You drive the power armor 'Iron Shell' to burst out the ultimate power you have never tried before, overriding all safeties to match the daemon's velocity.]
[Your soles crush the rocks heavily as you push off.]
[You jump up from the ground, soaring into the air to et the blow.]
[You subconsciously let out a roar that resounds through the top of the Bloodfall, a primal challenge of the Wild Wolf.]
[You swing the Khorne Axe with every ounce of your accumulated power and hatred and slash at the Bloodthirster fiercely.]
[The next second, the Khorne Axe of the Bloodthirster Kabanha collides with your Khorne Axe quickly, eting your blow with contemptuous ease.]
[The confrontation between the two of you bursts out with an extrely terrifying, ear-splitting tal collision sound that echoes down the mountain.]
[At the sa ti, a series of sharp bursts of air, as sharp as blades, also cross your face, cutting through the thin armor of your neck joint and leaving bloody wounds on the exposed skin.]
[The Bloodthirster Kabanha opens his scarlet eyes wide in genuine surprise, lets out a roar filled with endless anger at your power, and swings the Khorne Axe outward, turning the clash into a brutal push.]
[Instantly, the incomparable force causes your tall body to fly backwards into the air like a discarded toy, the shock stunning you.]
[While you are still in the air, the remaining servo-chanical arms behind the power backpack quickly open up, acting as stabilizers, and support the "Iron Shell" that is about to fall heavily to the ground, absorbing the crushing kinetic energy.]
[At this mont, a hot wall of fire composed of countless psychic flas suddenly rises up, blocking you and the Bloodthirster Kabanha, severing the imdiate line of sight.]
[The hoarse roar from Draigo quickly reaches your ears, his voice strained and desperate.]
["Don't fight, break through as soon as possible!]
[You turn your head and look back subconsciously, seeing the battle raging in the middle distance.]
[You see the tall figure of Draigo with deep, severe scars scored into the heavy tal shell of the Holy Shield Terminator, sparks spitting from the ceramite.]
[At this mont, the Storm Shield set up by Draigo is also covered with many broken cracks, its psychic ward flickering rapidly.]
[Even when he swings the Titansword, the speed of releasing psychic flas has slowed down a lot, his imnse power beginning to flag.]
[You even see that the chapter flag on the opponent's power backpack is broken and inserted into the deep eye socket of a Khorne Daemon, constantly bursting out wisps of psychic flas, burning the opponent's terrifying head—a desperate, successful move.]
[Eight to one has turned into six to one, Draigo having eliminated two Greater Daemons in the short, brutal ti.]
[The Grey Knights' Supre Grand Master, Kaldor Draigo, relied on his superb combat skills and fearless courage and will to put eight Khorne Daemons into an embarrassing situation of one death and one serious injury in a very short ti.]
[However, this seems to be the limit of what Draigo can do. The remaining six Daemons are now closing in thodically.]
[I'm afraid he can't hold on for long, and his sacrifice will be aningless if you don't use the ti he bought.]
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