Chapter 80 Quality! Pay Attention to Quality

After Lin Fan defeated a group of Khorne demons guarding the Brass Main Gate and beat them into pieces and flames in a one-on-one group duel, this man flashed with scarlet light and had a very ferocious skull observation. The door of the reader began to speak.

Although the words came out in a strange form, the blood gushing out of the skull hole on the door pieced together the words in front of Lin Fan's eyes: "You have proven your courage and strength! In the Brass Fortress! Under the watchful eye of the Blood God! Climb! Bathe in the grace of God!”

The door slowly opened, showing Lin Fan what the real Blood God's realm hidden behind the fortress looked like.

The imaginary chaotic scene of killing people on the street, slashing each other, blood flowing all over the ground, and body parts flying all over the place did not appear at all. Instead, there was a wide and neat avenue paved with skulls, the gaps in which were made of burning Filled with blood rocks, it looks very beautiful.

The height and size of the buildings on both sides are exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold without any deviation. Many Blood God warriors with their muscles exposed or wearing heavy armor were walking on both sides of the road. One road was full of people walking forward, and the other road was full of people walking backward.

The broad avenue was also clearly divided into two different directions. This reminded Lin Fan of the road rules on the traffic road. The Bronze Bull or the Blood Crusher cavalry were walking slowly on the avenue, without any trace of traffic. The crazy feeling of them killing and slashing in the real universe.

Bronze Bull, the one here is actually from the Middle Ages, but the 40k and the medieval Bronze Bull are actually not much different, they are basically the same.

To be honest, this is a bit too orderly. If only those skulls were not bleeding with blood, or the style of those buildings had fewer spikes, there would never be a shortage of spikes in the buildings of the Empire. Some skulls were bleeding with blood. It is not impossible to explain that those fanatical priests of the national religion must regard him as a miracle of the emperor or the pious blood and tears of loyalists.

Lin Fan walked slowly along with the people on the road and poked his head around. He couldn't get enough of them. Except for the shrines representing Khorne, this place looks like an imperial world deeply controlled by the Ministry of Justice. You can't even see any dirty vagrants or poor people who can't survive. On the way, but it is more likely that these weaklings may have used the material to build the Skull Avenue above ground in the eyes of Khorne, who espoused the survival of the fittest creed.

Many people think that Khorne and Slaanesh are actually similar, both are madmen, one is a war blood madman, and the other is a perverted aunt madman, but in fact Khorne is more orderly than the later generation Slaanesh.

Slaanesh tells you to do whatever and whoever you want, to selfishly satisfy your own pleasure needs without considering any consequences or taking any responsibility, just like using your power in the hive. Excessive taxation and extortion will push the desperate residents to the brink of death, and all you have to do is eat and drink and curse: These unscrupulous people really stain my eyes. Then Slaanesh will be pleased with you.

Khorne will hand an ax to you, a fat-headed noble, and the same ax to the angry poor opposite, and then say: If you dare to use any external force to chop each other head-on, and strategies, I will kill you.

Although Khorne loves blood and war, he also symbolizes many positive attributes such as courage, competition, determination, courage, discipline, honor, etc. Each god is two-faced, with all the dark negative aspects they control. After gaining strength, they also possess these corresponding positive powers. It's just that there are too many negative emotions in this shitty universe, making it difficult for these gods to show their positive side.

Tzeentch tells you that you must use extremely complex strategies to play with your enemies, and whether you fail or succeed must be planned. What? You said there was an accident? Those were not accidents, those were part of my plan.

Slaanesh tells you, just do whatever makes you feel good, enemy? teammate? What are those? Can they be seen through?

Nurgle tells you, okay Nurgle won't give you any difficult tasks, he just wants you to get along well with your brothers and sisters in the big family.

And Khorne will be like a loyal gangster big brother. When you fail, he will not imitate Slaanesh and send you to Thailand to become a backstreet girl and become an idol. After all, Khorne is not a devil. Instead, he stares at you with a look of hatred that makes you unbearable. You can finally show your dignity. If you don't dare to show your dignity, then there are eight kinds of puppies! Eight ways to help you look decent!

Followers of Khorne all have the courage to shed blood, fight justly, and fight head-on. They maintain an extremely violent martial spirit, including but not limited to picking off the heads of their recognized enemies and inserting them into their own bodies. A conspicuous position to show respect, it will angrily execute cowards, regardless of the enemy or friendly forces, it will angrily execute those who sneak attack, also regardless of the enemy or friendly forces, it will keep the blood hot and flowing, and it does not like cold weather, because That way the blood won't flow. If there's no enemy blood to bleed, then stab your teammates. If your teammates are also dead, you can stab yourself.

With the moral code of survival of the fittest, and disdain to attack the truly weak in battle, the real Khorne men will only learn from the strong and draw their swords against the stronger, rather than learn from the soft eggs of Slaanesh to draw their swords against the weaker. So Skarbred, who slashed at Khorne, was a man among men. But considering that they have the basic concept of survival of the fittest, few people can survive in their battles. If you meet a Khorne believer, either defeat him or bless the believer in front of you. He is more inclined to draw his sword against the strong than the survival of the fittest.

If you are strong enough and don't want to get yourself stained with filth, praying to Khorne is indeed a good choice. As an upright and honor-conscious god, Khorne is the one who says what he means. He will clearly tell you whose head to chop off, how many heads and destruction targets to complete, and then wait for your success. But slaughtering women and children not only does not count, but also makes the angry Khorne teach you what it means to truly bully the weak.

Women and children: "Are you going to kill me?"

You: "Yes."

"Please wait a minute, I don't know how to fight, so I found a strong opponent for you. I invited the god of war and blood, the god of courage and honor, the eternal ruler of thousands of skulls and endless seas of blood, the strongest god of melee in the sky, the great Khorne Helios!!"

As the background music like the boss battle of Dark Souls sounded, you only saw an angry figure in heavy armor walking towards you.

You cried, even farts would cry more beautifully than you.

But Khorne is not a reckless man who can only rush around. After all, as the god of war, he can master the art of war, but it is difficult for him to use it. After all, compared with Tzeentch, whose thoughts are more complicated, Khorne's thinking is like a diode: glorious victory or glorious death. As for failure? Someone dying is success, more people dying is great success, and if you die under the wall, you should blame yourself for not having the strength to break through the wall, instead of looking for excuses like a sissy about why you can't break through the fortress.

This simple thinking also makes him the easiest to satisfy and the god with the most believers. After all, compared with other gods, they will have a whole set of complex rituals and prayers, and will build all kinds of messy places for worship and prayer. When doing those boring things without any fighting atmosphere, Khorne doesn't need those empty things. He covers your mouth that is about to sing praises, and then shouts: "Just do it!"

The sound of weapons colliding, the sound of cutting flesh, are the best prayers for blood sacrifice to the blood god, and the spraying and flowing blood is the dedication he needs most.

The city inside the fortress built under this atmosphere is the best embodiment of the aesthetics of the blood god. The eight streets perfectly become the main roads of the entire fortress city, which also represents that Khorne's holy number is 8. Lin Fan had already thought about it. If he could really see Khorne himself, he would call him "Old Eight" to see if he would get angry.

There would be some minor frictions in the orderly crowd, but they would use a more honorable and disciplined way to resolve their conflicts, that is, two people would draw their swords together to show respect, and then tacitly walk into the many small arenas set up on both sides of the street to fight to their heart's content, two people in, one person out.

"Compared to them, I feel that I have the lowest quality." Lin Fan was shocked by the discipline of these blood god warriors, but considering that the blood god was watching here, if they dared to disrupt the order, they would most likely be dragged out and eaten by the hounds, so no one dared to release their anger.

The loud voice spread throughout the brass fortress, and Lin Fan also heard the message from the brass pillar at the intersection of the eight skull avenues.

"Warriors! The road to the gods will begin in seconds at the Bronze Pillar Arena! Show your bravery to the great god of war, blood and courage!"

Lin Fan looked at the crowd that stopped beside him, a little confused: "Shouldn't they cheer for the blood god? Why are they so quiet?"

"Now! You can cheer! You have 8 seconds to cheer!"

"Yeah!!! Lord of War, we respect you Kouya! For you, I will use a million horsepower! Blood blasting fist to blast other warriors to the sky!"

Lin Fan looked at these warriors who shouted in standard manner for eight seconds, and felt that the moral competition had started now.

"I really have too low quality."