Khorne, the Blood God, stood up from His Brass Throne and took His first step.
The entire War Domain reacted. Long-dead volcanoes began a new cycle of eruption. The geological structure shifted and heaved. The Khornate daemons upon this land, acting on shared instinct, threw themselves toward Zeke's location.
The layer of inextinguishable, wrathful flas wreathing Khorne's body expanded with every footfall, burning ever more intensely.
The eight Bloodthirsters flanking the Brass Throne, upon seeing Khorne grip the Axe of Khorne with both hands, shrieked and fled frantically away from the throne.
Punishnt after the fact? Being personally tossed by Khorne into the eternal flas of the foundries to burn for a millennium? At least those punishnts happened after the fact.
Remaining here ant only one outco: DEATH.
Khorne's attention was entirely focused on Zeke; He couldn't be bothered to care about the disgraceful behavior of His subordinates. With rely a single step, He closed the distance to Zeke.
He was like a titan straight out of ancient Greek epics—Achilles or Heracles. He swung the Axe of Khorne from behind His back with both hands. Any single one of His ten fingers would have been enough to crush Guilliman into a ball like a piece of tin foil.
This ti, He didn't hold back; He struck with absolute, tangible force.
Zeke stomped his foot, launching himself into the air, and accelerated toward the sky.
"Hahaha!" Khorne's laughter bood from below. "I sense not a shred of fear in your heart!"
His eyes burned with unprecedented heat. "Why do you not fear?!"
"I am simply not afraid." Zeke kept his arms close to his sides, accelerating forward. The rushing wind whipped against his face, but it couldn't shake this "little thing" back even a single step.
Zeke held a plain, gray, unassuming block in his hand.
The very instant the Axe of Khorne leapt to his face, Zeke used the Blueprint mod to instantly construct a wall of Bedrock right in front of him.
The hardness value of Bedrock is -1. This ant that aside from Zeke's Creative Mode hands, absolutely nothing in the entire Warhamr universe could destroy this material.
A resounding CLANG echoed.
The Axe of Khorne in the Blood God's hands struck the Bedrock. Brass collided with gray stone—though calling it a "collision" was sowhat flattering the Axe of Khorne.
A collision implies that both materials deform at the point of contact. But the Bedrock did not deform; it didn't even shift backward by a single microter.
The Axe of Khorne scraped against the Bedrock, striking a shower of sparks. Biting back its own imnse kinetic energy, the entire axe blade began to shatter outward from the point of contact.
Zeke seized the opportunity. Khorne's weapon had shattered, yet His hands still maintained the posture of gripping the handle.
The Sword of the Cosmos materialized in his hand. Sword leading man, he lunged straight at Khorne..
Khorne did not dodge. This was precisely His greatest trait; in His ideology, battle was strictly about clashing head-on, pitting strength against strength.
The blade clashed against Khorne's forearm..
The Sword of the Cosmos did not disappoint Zeke. It inflicted substantial damage on Khorne; the edge bit deep, slicing through Khorne's skin. Blood surged from the wound.
Khorne's blood was scorching magma, liquid brass cascading down like a waterfall.
Feeling the sensation of injury and watching His own blood flow, Khorne grew even more thrilled.
So this is what it feels like to be wounded. This is what the ants who kneel before , who turn to ash beneath My axe, experience in their final monts.
It seed Khorne was exempt from the Sword of the Cosmos's instant-kill effect. Zeke withdrew his blade from the wound.
Zeke could sense that as the battle progressed, the power of the god before him was increasing exponentially.
It was evident from the rumbling commotion all around them: the War Domain was expanding outward, actively converting the bordering Garden of Nurgle. It was a known fact that the domain of every Warp God was intrinsically tied to their strength.
So beating Him up just makes Him stronger? Zeke remained silent and increased the force in his hands.
The ground bulged. Towering walls of Bedrock abruptly erupted from all four sides of Khorne, trapping Him within.
Zeke began tossing items out. First, a thousand Swords of the Cosmos.
Zeke's hands didn't stop. Next ca a thousand Level-10 Compressed Stone Swords. Then, a thousand Genesis Blades from the Titans mod—a weapon claid to be capable of killing players even in Creative Mode.
Weapons piled up endlessly on the ground, intertwining into a dense carpet beneath Zeke's feet.
Just then, Zeke pulled out an item called the Command: Attack.
This item could animate tools and make them obey his commands—a feature introduced in one of Minecraft's April Fools updates.
Zeke animated the field of weapons, then pointed it at Khorne.
A chorus of ten thousand swords rang out.
Ten thousand longswords, gleaming with ten thousand different lights, awakened simultaneously on the floor of the Brass Citadel. They began to rise.
Tips pointing up, hilts pointing down, they hovered vertically in mid-air in complete defiance of gravity. They arranged themselves into a massive, rotating ring, looking like a giant serpent woven from silver-gray light.
Every single sword in this tide was an unbelievably terrifying weapon.. and Zeke had a full ten thousand of them.
Zeke raised his right hand and pointed his finger at Khorne.
Ten thousand swords beca one, whistling as they lunged at Khorne. The attack effects of every single longsword erupted the mont they struck Him.
Khorne swung the long axe whose blade had already shattered.
The long axe instantly turned to ash within the tide of swords. And then ca Khorne Himself; His body was perforated through and through.
When the light faded, only a cratered, mutilated floor remained before the Brass Throne. One of THE Four Chaos Gods, Khorne had evaporated into thin air.
Zeke scanned every inch of the ground. It seems Khorne might actually be a little dead.
I overdid it, Zeke lanted in annoyance. I haven't even gotten the answer on how to get back yet.
"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. And as long as war exists, I shall not die." From the ground, a crimson figure began to coalesce from the shattered remains. Khorne had returned.
His heaving chest, however, indicated His lack of calm.
Khorne's words were half-true and half-false. If Zeke unleashed an attack like that again, He truly wouldn't be able to withstand it.
The weapons controlled by this human were far too terrifying. Khorne had never seen anything like them. Even the weapons forged by the most outstanding smiths in His entire faction couldn't compare to a ten-thousandth of what Zeke possessed.
But if He died, war would simply birth a new God of War. So Khorne hadn't lied, but He hadn't entirely told the truth either.
"Uh-huh," Zeke said noncommittally, simply asking for the thod to return.
"You won. I will tell you." Khorne hid nothing, directly sharing the thod with Zeke. "That annoying blue bird told . He said it was a way to send away a plague god like you."
The thod was simple: wreak absolute havoc in this tiline. Steer the conclusion of this tiline toward a completely different direction.
That way, since the main tiline had also been completely derailed by Zeke, these two tilines would beco independent from the others and begin to draw closer to one another.
Upon learning this thod, a terrifying experint popped into Zeke's mind.
An experint that could kill two birds with one stone—solving both his problem of returning ho and the problem of the Warhamr universe's future.
Zeke opened the chat box. After hesitating for a long ti, he typed in the command.
/difficulty peaceful (Changes difficulty to Peaceful Mode)
What would happen after this command was executed, Zeke didn't know. It might cause half the living beings in the Warhamr universe to simply vanish into thin air.
But he wanted to try it. Being in an alternate tiline was the perfect opportunity for an experint.
Perhaps the future of Warhamr didn't have to be only war and destruction. Perhaps it could also be filled with love and peace.
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