The holy war waged in the name of God was far more brutal than Louis had imagined.
Rudelson and Xilin were also looking at the scene before them in bewilderment.
Strictly speaking, Rudelson himself was a genius.
The combat power he could display far surpassed that of ordinary people.
But now, facing this holy war, beyond fear, he felt more absurdity.
"Why did it turn out like this?"
This was not the result he wanted.
He was not a saint.
But he also couldn't bring himself to make many people sacrifice to protect himself.
In this war, even the exemplary could be casually obliterated.
Only legends have the right to survive in the war.
Suddenly, a cry of lament echoed.
In the sky, several distorted red beams unfolded again.
Six more twisted sounds stepped onto this battlefield.
They were the reinforcements of the Slaaneshi chosen.
It could be said that even a demigod might not see so many of the Slaaneshi chosen in their lifetime.
