Previously, the one being boosted was Emrys himself, but this time it was slightly different; the one being boosted became his enemy, the beast of Caliban Forest — Behemoth!
Sweat soaked his back, causing a burning pain from his abraded skin.
But even so, Emrys dared not avert his gaze, staring intently at Behemoth, afraid of missing any of his movements.
This was no joke; the current Behemoth had already transcended the category of 'beast' and had completely become a member of Khorne's demonic army, and judging by the degree of his blessing, he was already a pure-blooded 'daemon'!
If he guessed correctly, as soon as he killed himself, Behemoth would immediately be officially promoted by Khorne, thus completing the path of daemon ascension.
In a sense, Emrys' enemy had changed from Behemoth, the beast of Caliban Forest, to Behemoth, the Khorne daemon!
The difference between the two was no exaggeration to describe as heaven and earth!
No, where's the fairness?!
That tyrannical aura made every inch of Emrys' hair, even his pores, exude a trembling sensation.
Behemoth was blessed, but the problem was... he wasn't!
Moreover, one leg and his right arm were broken from the previous impact; in this current situation, he really didn't know what chances of winning he had left!
daemon Behemoth let out a sinister laugh, his face seemingly covered by several tyrannical visages, and the psychic power swirling around him was almost solidifying, filling the entire swamp.
In an instant, the air boomed!
Sonic booms exploded out of thin air around Behemoth, layers of air rings shattered, and the tyrannical blood-red figure charged forward like lightning!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and a sense of death washed over him, making Emrys feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
At this moment, he seemed to hear a voice.
That voice told him not to be afraid, not to fear, to strengthen his heart, and to face his enemy directly!
In an instant, his only emotions were stripped away.
Emrys fell into a strange state of mind; he opened his eyes wide, staring directly at the terrifying afterimage, his mind clear.
Suddenly!
The surging airflow seemed to slow down.
Was it... an illusion?
Emrys' eyes widened, but he quickly realized it wasn't an illusion. Every particle of dust stirred by the airflow, including sand, and even Behemoth's swinging fist, seemed to slow down by hundreds of times!
This feeling was very strange.
It was as if the flow of time had slowed, and the entire world became extremely transparent!
No, it seemed to be more than that.
In the depths of Emrys' pupils, a golden glow seemed to flow, and the world reflected in his eyes seemed to be cut and divided, like a monitor screen, presenting many different 'outcomes'.
Yes, it was 'outcomes'!
One scene showed Behemoth striking him, then he was impaled through the chest, bleeding profusely, his eyes gradually dimming, dying in disbelief.
And as Emrys subconsciously avoided the outcome presented by this fate, moving his foot to the left in advance, the scene in his eyes changed again.
This time, Behemoth's fist grazed his body and missed, and then the daemon changed his fist to an elbow, using terrifying strength to smash his head!
No!
Emrys' pupils contracted sharply, and he stepped back again, simultaneously bending at the waist and lowering his head.
And the 'outcome' presented in his eyes changed to Behemoth's attack missing, revealing the soft part under his armpit!
Good opportunity!
Emrys held the knife in his left hand, planting his only remaining leg, and vigorously thrust the blade upwards!
The blade pierced Behemoth's armpit.
Emrys twisted the hilt, turning the knife to cut horizontally, along the wound in Behemoth's armpit, through the gap in its bloody armor, severing the entire arm!
"Roar!!!"
Behemoth clutched his right arm in pain, letting out a mournful roar, and a hint of confusion and—terror appeared in his angry eyes.
"Again."
Under the influence of this state of mind, Emrys was expressionless, limping slowly towards him, the blade dragging a mark on the ground.
Behemoth charged again violently, using his only remaining right arm, clenching his fist like a heavy cannon to smash Emrys!
However, this time's 'outcome' was still 'predicted' by Emrys a step ahead; using his telekinesis, he moved a few meters horizontally, precisely dodging Behemoth's attack.
At the same time, the Blade of Atropos struck down again, the extremely sharp blade cutting through the gap in the bloody armor, severing Behemoth's right arm.
"I saw it."
Emrys muttered to himself, his foot lightly turning, and as he turned sideways, he dodged a beam of light roared by Behemoth.
"I can see it all—" His gaze seemed hollow, yet golden lines flowed within it.
Every action of Behemoth was fully presented in his eyes, as if he had predicted every move of his opponent in advance!
Behemoth, having missed again, roared as he charged, but his furious roar was already mixed with a trace of fear that he himself could not detect.
He didn't understand why, despite having a broken leg and one hand, the opponent could still dodge his attacks so easily?
Emrys gathered his telekinesis, like an impact projectile, hitting Behemoth's right leg.
Boom!
Behemoth, who was charging forward, suddenly suffered an impact on his leg, immediately lost his balance, and fell to the ground.
And his position was right in front of Emrys.
Then, he held the knife in his left hand, looking at Behemoth lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and lightly swung it down!
Swish!
A huge head was severed by the blade.
The blood-light in Behemoth's pupils also gradually faded, but his eyes remained wide like lanterns, filled with deep confusion.
By the lake in the mysterious forest, Zabriel looked at the bloody mist in the depths and couldn't help but ask, "Do we—really not need to help?!"
Undoubtedly, that bloody mist was a sign of a Warp incursion!
"No need."
The Lion King sat silently by the lakeside, his eyelids slightly raised, looking at the bloody mist, and sneered, "Besides, this is a trial to begin with." "But—"
Zabriel paused, but still frowned, "That's the power of Chaos, isn't it?"
"I know." The Lion King's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone seemingly disdainful, "This matter is very complex, and I cannot explain it to you. In short, we don't need to interfere.""
Of course, there was one more thing the Lion King didn't say.
His father, the being on the Golden Throne, had subtly hinted at this trial through this strange forest in a dream.
A hint of worry and confusion appeared in the Lion King's eyes.
What exactly happened in the Warp during his ten thousand years of slumber that could make the Emperor and Khorne, who should be mortal enemies, tacitly agree on a certain matter?