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Chapter 259 The "Reckless Man" Used by Others

Deep within the warp, Voda Bloodrong roared in fury.

His battle axe, Bloodsworn, swung in his hand, crimson energy shimmering on its blade as if to tear the entire warp apart. However, no matter how much he vented his anger, he could not change one fact—he could not find Russell, the mortal who had banished him back to the warp with an entrenching tool.

"Russell! You coward! Get out here!" Voda's roar echoed in the void, but there was no response. His anger grew even more intense, as if he wanted to set the entire warp ablaze.

Just then, a deep blue light flashed in the void, and an elegant yet eerie figure slowly emerged. It was Kayans, his body slender, his armor inlaid with countless shimmering runes, each rune containing boundless spiritual energy. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"Woda Bloodglory, Khorne's darling, why are you so angry?" Kayans' voice was as cold as ice, yet tinged with a hint of mockery.

Woda whirled around, his battle axe pointing directly at Kayans: "You treacherous lackey, how dare you show your face before me!"

Kayans smiled slightly, showing no fear of Voda's threat: "Don't get so agitated, Voda. I'm here to help you."

"Help me?" Voda sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "You? A cunning clown, what can you possibly help me with?"

Kayans wasn't angry; his gaze held a profound depth: "I know you're looking for Russell, the mortal who banished you with a shovel. I can help you find him."

A flicker of doubt crossed Woda's eyes, but more so, an urgent desire: "You? You can find Russell? Don't be ridiculous!"

Kayans waved his hand gently, and a psionic image unfolded in the void. In the image, Russell stood on the battlefield, the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool in his hand gleaming coldly. His figure was cold and resolute, like an insurmountable mountain.

“See that?” Kayans’s voice carried a hint of seduction. “Russell and I used to be very good friends. I know where he is. I can help you find him, but on the condition that you do something for me.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Woda's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger: "What is it?"

Kayans smiled slightly, his voice as soft as a whisper: "It's simple. I need you to help me destroy a world—a world protected by the Emperor's lackeys. If you help me complete this task, I will tell you Russell's whereabouts."

Voda was silent for a moment, then sneered, "You think I'd believe you? Tzeentch's devil is always a liar!"

Kayans wasn't angry; his gaze held a profound depth: "Believe it or not, Voda. But you must understand, no one but me can help you find Russell. And don't you want to wash away your shame?"

Woda clenched his fists, the crimson energy on his battle axe burning ever brighter. He struggled internally, but ultimately, rage triumphed over reason: "Fine! I agree! But if you dare lie to me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Kayans smiled slightly, his voice carrying a hint of triumphant joy: "Don't worry, Woda. We each get what we need, and it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Their figures vanished into the void, and the chaotic power of the warp surged once more. Woda Bloodrong's rage intertwined with Kayans's cunning, as if a new storm was brewing.

In some corner of the galaxy, Russell stood on the battlefield, the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool gleaming coldly in his hand. Unaware that he had become the target of a conspiracy in the warp, he knew only that his mission was to fight—for the Emperor, for the future of humanity.

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Deep within the warp, Kayans's figure, like a ghostly blue phantom, hovered silently in the chaotic void. His eyes gleamed with a profound light, as if they could see through all illusion. In his heart lay a grand plan—a plan that would allow him to surpass his master, Saint Ives.

Since joining the Tzeentch Clan, Kayanth has possessed unparalleled psionic talent and an insatiable thirst for knowledge. However, his ambitions extend far beyond this. He yearns for greater power, more knowledge, and even to surpass his master, becoming the most powerful being in the warp. And now, he has found an opportunity—an Ancient Relic.

This ancient relic was accidentally discovered by humanity and is now stored on a remote planet. Humans are unaware of its true value, simply treating it as an ancient artifact and casually displaying it in a museum. However, Kayans learns the relic's secret from an ancient book—it contains the power of an ancient being, enough to elevate his psionic abilities to a whole new level.

However, Kayanth did not intend to seize the relic himself. He knew that doing so would attract the attention of Saint Ivis and might even arouse the covetousness of other Chaos forces. Therefore, he decided to use Vodar Bloodglove—the demon prince of Khorne—to complete this task for him.

“Woda Bloodshine,” Kayans murmured, “your anger and stupidity are my best tools.”

He waved his hand lightly, and a psionic image unfolded in the void. In the image, Voda Bloodroan was roaring furiously, wielding his battle axe as if to tear the entire warp apart. Kayans's lips curled into a faint smile before he vanished into the void.

Meanwhile, Voda Bloodroan stood in the chaotic realm of the warp, his heart burning with rage. His battle axe, Bloodsworn, gleamed with crimson energy in his hand, as if ready to reduce all enemies to ashes. Yet, his fury had nowhere to go—he couldn't find Russell, the mortal who had banished him back to the warp with an entrenching tool.

"Russell! You coward! Get out here!" Voda's roar echoed in the void, but there was no response.

Just then, Kayans reappeared before him. His deep blue armor shimmered with psionic light, and his gaze held a hint of mockery: "Woda Bloodshine, your rage still burns fiercely."

Woda whirled around, his battle axe pointing directly at Kayans: "Kayans! What are you doing here again?"

Kayans smiled slightly, his voice as icy as ice: "Let me remind you of our deal. You agreed to help me destroy a human world, and in return, I will tell you Russell's whereabouts."

A hint of impatience flashed in Woda's eyes: "Where is that world? I'm going to destroy it right now!"

Kayans waved his hand gently, and a psionic image unfolded in the void. In the image, a remote planet appeared before Voda's eyes. The cities on the planet were prosperous and peaceful, like a pure land untouched by war.

“This is your goal,” Kayans’s voice held a hint of seduction, “Destroy it, and Russell’s whereabouts will be yours.”

A greedy glint flashed in Woda's eyes: "Okay! I'll go right away!"

Kayans smiled slightly, a hint of triumphant joy in his voice: "Remember, Voda, our deal. Don't let me down."

Voda didn't answer; his figure vanished into the void, leaving a trail of crimson energy in the warp. Kayans watched his retreating figure, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

“Foolish brute,” Kayans murmured, “your anger is my best cover.”

He waved his hand gently, and the psionic imagery unfolded once more. In the image, the ancient relic sat quietly in a museum in the human world, emitting a faint glow. A greedy glint flashed in Kayans' eyes before he vanished into the void.

At the same time, Woda Bloodrocket's figure appeared in the sky above the human world. He wielded his battle axe "Blood Oath," crimson energy shimmering on its blade. His eyes burned with fury, as if he wanted to turn the entire world to ashes.

"For Khorne! For the Blood God!" Voda's roar echoed in the sky as he swung his battle axe down, sending a crimson energy wave straight to the ground.

The city was instantly reduced to ruins by the energy wave, flames and smoke billowing into the sky. Human warriors quickly rallied, attempting to resist the sudden appearance of the demon prince. However, their weapons proved utterly ineffective against Voda.

"Insects! Feel the wrath of the Blood God!" Voda's roar echoed across the battlefield, each swing of his battle axe taking countless lives.

However, he was unaware that Kayans' true goal was not the destruction of this world, but the ancient relic. Just as Voda was wreaking havoc, Kayans had already silently appeared in the museum. His gaze locked onto the ancient relic, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes.

"Finally, I got it." Kayans murmured to himself, then reached out and grabbed the relic.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the relic, a golden light suddenly burst forth from it. Kayans was enveloped in the light, and a flicker of terror crossed his eyes: "This is... the power of an Ancient Saint!"

His figure trembled in the light before disappearing into the void.

Meanwhile, Voda Bloodrocket's rage continued to rage across the battlefield. He swung his battle axe with even greater ferocity, as if he wanted to utterly destroy the world. Yet, a vague unease lingered in his heart.

"Kayans! You liar!" Voda's roar echoed in the sky, but there was no response.

Deep within the warp, Kayanth's figure reappeared. His eyes gleamed with a profound light, and a faint smile played on his lips: "Woda Bloodshine, your foolishness has been used against me. And now, the power of the Old Ones will belong to me."

His figure vanished into the void, as if he had never existed. And the ancient relic, along with his disappearance, vanished without a trace.

Voda Bloodlust's rage still burned, but he was unaware that he had been completely manipulated by Kayans. Kayans, meanwhile, quietly departed this world with the power of the Ancient Ones, preparing for his next plan.

Kayans is now starting to suspect that Russell's power comes from the "Ancient Saints".