["Kid, stir your soul, gather your will, sharpen your mind! You can resist the corruption of Chaos!"]
[With a solemn expression, Draigo roared.]
[He charged toward you in his holy-shielded Terminator armor.]
[Swinging his Storm Shield and the Blade of the Avenger, Draigo swiftly eradicated the flesh hounds crawling on the ground.]
[Your towering figure was completely enveloped in a pillar of crimson light.]
[Yet, you felt no familiar signs of Chaos corruption—no whispers in your ears, no disturbances in the Warp flames within you.]
[You blinked your azure wolf eyes, baring your fangs.]
[Gazing at the terrifying daemon sword in your palm, you faintly sensed fragmented, ancient information.]
["The Daemon Sword… Bloodthirster Katos…" You couldn't help but lift your chin and speak slowly, your gaze fixed on the solemn-faced Draigo.]
[Draigo, his beard white as snow, slightly widened his eyes and let out a sigh.]
["I had thought it was nothing more than an ancient legend from Khorne's domain…" Wrinkles deepened on Draigo's aged face, his profound eyes filled with heavy concern.]
[The Lord of Slaughter once plunged a terrifying daemon sword into the belly of a flesh hound.]
[If someone was brave enough, strong enough, or merely lucky enough, they could claim it as their ultimate reward after endless slaughter—becoming Khorne's new champion.]
[But the moment the Lord of Slaughter grew bored of his champion, the sword and its wielder would once again be devoured by a flesh hound, awaiting the next successor.]
[Soon, the towering pillar of crimson light gradually dissipated, and even the chaotic storms in the blood-red plains calmed completely.]
[Expressionless, you tossed aside the daemon sword.]
[But every time, the sword would reappear on your 'Iron Shell' power armor.]
[Sometimes on the power pack, sometimes at your waist where weapons were holstered, and sometimes clutched in the metal claws of your servo-arm.]
[Your azure wolf eyes narrowed slightly.]
[Instinctively, you activated your 'Iron Shell' and hurled the daemon sword skyward with all your might.]
[Yet, mid-air, the sword suddenly changed direction, rapidly flying back before plunging into the grotesque, shifting skeletal ground before you.]
[You couldn't help but exchange a glance with Draigo.]
[You casually accepted the Blade of the Avenger he handed you.]
[The Warp flames within you clashed against Draigo's psychic fire, both surging against the grotesque blade of the daemon sword.]
[In the next instant, the furious howls of Khorne's legions once again echoed across the blood-red plains.]
[An unending horde of Khorne's daemons launched a frenzied charge in your direction.]
[The once-peaceful crimson sky was once again engulfed in a chaotic, blood-drenched storm.]
[Looking up, you saw an uncountable number of towering Bloodthirsters gradually taking shape.]
[Immediately, you and Draigo ceased your efforts to destroy the daemon sword.]
[At once, the daemonic horde halted their charge, instead dropping to their knees, offering reverent prayers in your direction.]
[Even the horrifying silhouettes of the countless Bloodthirsters in the sky slowly faded, as if they had never existed.]
[Your face darkened as you gazed at the daemon sword embedded in the ground.]
[Lowering your head, you pondered for a moment.]
[Without hesitation, you drew the daemon sword and fastened it to your 'Iron Shell' at your waist.]
[You were seething with barely contained fury at Khorne's forced "blessing."]
[You quickly blinked your azure wolf eyes.]
[Taking a deep breath, you inhaled the pungent mix of blood and decay that tainted the air.]
[Rationality swiftly smothered the seething rage in your chest.]
[Controlling one's emotions was the first lesson you were forced to learn upon becoming a Space Wolf.]
[And the Lord of Slaughter's many dominions did not allow you to indulge in reckless anger.]
[Draigo, his deep-set eyes narrowing slightly, suddenly lowered his heavy Storm Shield and clapped his massive, armored hand on your pauldron in silent comfort.]
[You returned the Blade of the Avenger to Draigo.]
[Together, the two of you continued your arduous journey across the bloodstained plains.]
[The vast legions of Khorne trailed behind you like persistent shadows, their presence both an escort and a threat.]
[Everywhere you passed—whether Bloodletters wielding Hellblades, towering Brass Beasts, or wild Rampage Behemoths—]
[Each daemon of Khorne that encountered you would first kneel in prayer… before launching a suicidal charge.]
[You swung the 'Axe of Khorne' relentlessly, cleaving through their daemonic flesh.]
[Yet as long as the daemon sword remained, you continued to attract endless waves of Khorne's daemonic hordes.]
[The repeated "blessings" of Khorne and the relentless burning of your Warp flames had pushed your physical strength to a monstrous level.]
[But you cared little for that.]
[You only wanted to slay more daemons of Khorne.]
[Draigo, ever solemn, believed your destructive power had already surpassed that of an ordinary Bloodthirster.]
[You grinned but said nothing.]
[Hoisting the now-enlarged and even heavier 'Axe of Khorne' onto your shoulder,]
[Expressionless, you charged toward a herd of colossal Brass Beasts stomping the ground beneath them.]
[Before long, you and Draigo finally crossed the bloodstained plains, reaching a treacherous mountainous region.]
[The ever-present legions of Khorne seemed to have received new orders, as they began setting up camp, reorganizing their ranks.]
[You pressed on toward a perilous peak known as 'Bloodfall Summit.']
[Draigo, his eyes deep and thoughtful, recounted his past battles—how he slew a Greater Daemon of Khorne, seized its weapon, and reforged his broken blade.]
[Your azure wolf eyes widened as you listened intently.]
[Though you were both blessed by the Emperor, you still believed Draigo was far stronger than you.]
[His indomitable will, unshakable soul, and vast battle experience—all honed through countless perilous years drifting through the Warp.]
[Yet, just as you neared the peak of Bloodfall Summit—]
[The crimson sky twisted violently into a chaotic storm.]
[Suddenly, eight towering Bloodthirsters—each over ten meters tall, with massive crimson wings and twin horns atop their heads—manifested before you.]
[Descending from the sky, they roared in fury, wielding monstrous daemon weapons as they blocked your path.]
[You instinctively took a deep breath.]
[From the servo-arm mounted on your 'Iron Shell' power armor, a fully loaded Storm Bolter instantly raised itself, ready to fire.]
[The 'Axe of Khorne' in your grasp dragged against the rocky ground, carving a deep, meter-long trench into the stone.]
["Come, lapdogs of the Lord of Slaughter!"]
[With a solemn expression, Draigo raised his Storm Shield, the Blade of the Avenger igniting in radiant psychic fire.]
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