Ka'Bandha clenched his fists tightly, his iron-like demonic body radiating roaring hellfire, his breath expanding and causing the air around him to tremble.
Ah, what a surging power!
A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.
His strength had reached new heights—even Angrath was no match for him!
From this mont on, he was no longer bound by anyone.
He was Khorne's most favored, the supre Bloodthirster, the nightmare of all enemies!
Just as Ka'Bandha reveled in his power, a query from the Blood God made him freeze for a mont.
At the sa ti, the golden figure that appeared in his mind caused his heart to involuntarily tighten.
Fortunately, Ka'Bandha quickly steadied himself, not revealing any trace of fear.
What is the na of that accursed one's champion?
I don't know!
He had only just erged from the Warp portal when that detestable wretch nearly killed him—how would he know the na?
Thinking back now...
That foe's attacks were terrifying, but before each strike, there had been a period of energy buildup.
If he hadn't been so afraid—if he hadn't panicked—he could have countered it.
But that wasn't his fault.
His strategy had been sound.
Who could have known whether that bastard had even more horrifying abilities hidden away?
At this mont, the Brass Hall was dead silent, all the demons' eyes fixed on Ka'Bandha, waiting for his answer.
Uh...
Ka'Bandha's eyes flickered.
He hesitated for a mont before suddenly turning to face the assembled demons, adopting an extrely cautious expression.
"That was an extrely cunning, deceitful, and terrifying being."
His voice was low as he continued:
"If it had not been who faced him, but any of you instead... you would have been utterly erased, leaving not even a trace of your existence. You would have had no chance to return to the Brass Fortress."
He lifted a hand and pointed:
"Especially you, Angrath!"
Angrath: ???
Ka'Bandha ignored Angrath's reaction and continued speaking.
"As for his na..."
What was it again?
His mind raced, trying to recall the battlefield. But all he could rember were three words: The Savior.
Ka'Bandha suddenly lifted his head, as if speaking of so forbidden horror:
"He has many titles—The Chosen One, The Only Savior, The Voidstorm, The Blessed One of the Sevenfold Path... and The Devourer of Demons—"
Ka'Bandha racked his brains, spouting every intimidating title he could think of.
For greater effect, he even dared to utter taboo words.
The mont he spoke that forbidden title, a commotion rippled through the assembled demons.
As he continued listing nas, the demons' gazes grew increasingly solemn—so even displayed faint fear.
"The Devourer of Demons?"
Angrath's eyes burned with barely contained rage.
"Yes, the Devourer of Demons..."
"I saw him with my own eyes—he devoured my Bloodletters, one by one!"
At these words, even Angrath's pupils shrank slightly. A being capable of consuming demons? That was sothing to be feared.
Ka'Bandha fully indulged in exaggerating the Savior's might.
After all, the stronger his enemy seed, the less disgraceful his defeat would appear.
"I faced an enemy of supre power, an adversary beyond reckoning! I stood firm against death to defend the Brass Fortress—and I lived to tell the tale!"
"If any of you had been in my place, you'd have been obliterated!"
One lie requires countless others to sustain it.
Ka'Bandha had no choice now—he had to keep fabricating, even obscuring details about the Savior to prevent his deception from unraveling.
If the truth were exposed, Khorne would likely string him up and hack him into eight pieces.
As Ka'Bandha continued, a dreadful figure took shape in the minds of the demons.
The demon hordes, despite never having encountered this being, now harbored a deep-seated dread—perhaps even fear.
Of course, so of Khorne's greater demons burned with battle-lust, seeing this entity as a supre foe to be vanquished.
For Khorne's chosen, only by facing stronger enemies could they achieve true warrior's glory!
"How do we find this Devourer of Demons?"
Angrath demanded, his voice laced with challenge.
Ka'Bandha shook his head.
"We were transported to an unknown realm, and we have no way back."
"Furthermore, the Devourer seems to possess the ability to traverse the Warp and the material world at will—tracking him down would be nearly impossible."
Ka'Bandha would never betray the Savior's whereabouts.
If the challengers he sent after him were all slain, that would be fine.
But if the Savior was defeated—wouldn't that make him look utterly incompetent?
And besides, if he kept quiet, the demons would never find the Savior.
The galaxy contained millions of worlds, with countless pretenders calling themselves saviors.
Far too many to count.
Ka'Bandha turned to the Blood God and continued his deception:
"Great Khorne, that Savior, that Devourer of Demons..."
"It is highly likely that the Accursed One, dissatisfied with the power of re Primarchs, has begun to cultivate new champions—his powerful tendrils reaching into the material realm!"
Khorne's vast blood-red form trembled slightly at these words.
A hint of wariness erged within the Blood God.
Yes... the Accursed One had grown ever stronger.
For millennia, he had been trapped in the Warp, transford into a golden sun, tornted by overwhelming divine energies, unable to move.
So long as none dared approach the golden sun, there was no direct threat.
But now... now the Accursed One's influence stretched beyond the immaterium—his hand extended into Khorne's domain.
This was a troubling sign.
Fortunately, he had not yet broken free, rely sending forth a powerful champion.
But precautions were necessary.
Ka'Bandha, sensing Khorne's reaction, imdiately declared:
"Mighty Blood God, unmatched master of destruction—I vow that if I encounter that Savior, that Devourer of Demons again, I shall sever his head and offer it to the Skull Throne!"
Khorne stared at Ka'Bandha for a long mont before finally speaking in a deep voice:
"I expect your trophies, my warrior..."
Not to be outdone, Angrath hastily roared:
"So shall I!"
Khorne granted Ka'Bandha even more legions, making him the Bloodthirster with the largest forces under his command.
A servant who could withstand the energies of the Accursed One was worth investing in.
However, such gifts ca with a price—if Ka'Bandha failed to deliver satisfactory victories, Khorne's wrath would be far worse than anything imaginable.
As for Angrath—he got nothing.
Worse still, many of his legions had been reassigned to Ka'Bandha.
Rage burned in his heart.
How had that fool Ka'Bandha suddenly surpassed him?
How had he gained Khorne's supre favor?
Later, at Khorne's command, Ka'Bandha used his power to manifest an image of the Savior, the Devourer of Demons.
It was inevitable—he couldn't claim he hadn't even seen his enemy's face before being defeated.
Of course, he took so artistic liberties.
He altered the image, claiming that the Savior's appearance was shrouded in mist, constantly shifting.
That he was a master of disguise, his form ever-changing, and that he preferred treacherous ambushes.
He would strike suddenly, slaughtering demons and drinking their blood.
Those killed by him would be utterly erased—lost forever, beyond even Khorne's grasp!
It made sense—a deceitful and terrifying being would never reveal his true form.
And so, the embellishnt continued.
At last, under Ka'Bandha's exaggerated vision, Eden's appearance beca sothing monstrous:
A towering figure nearly five ters tall, his face obscured by mist, his fanged visage fierce beneath a golden daemon-styled helt, his entire form cloaked in divine light.
Around him lay the corpses of slain Bloodthirsters, their souls wailing in agony.
The Savior stood amidst the carnage, his black hair wild, gnawing on a severed Bloodletter's arm, blood spraying everywhere!
As the image solidified, the sheer impact of the scene left the demons in silent horror.
They all had but one thought:
"What a terrifying existence!"
(End of Chapter)
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