Chapter 41: The Gift of Color Sin
Ji Ma sensed the breath of conspiracy.
Qi Qi felt that telling her about her own conspiracy was closely related to her.
Could it be that the Color Sin made me lay this egg? A chill ran through her heart.
Recalling all her memories, she knew she had once been chosen by the Blood God, so he should also know that she had once lived under the Blood God’s command.
Actually, beings like Ji Ma, who are favored by the Blood God, and Color Sin are just big evildoers, but Color Sin and the Blood God have always been at odds with the lowly and crude desire for slaughter.
The latter made it so troublesome for Color Sin to kill people, expecting, estimating, calculating a grand battle.
However, Ji Ma led several small blood battalions in the Blood God’s coalition, slightly cursing Color Sin, and her most beloved Ji Ni Chang, who wanted to use dance to comfort her, felt it was mocking her instead.
Ji Ma began to doubt this egg, starting to suspect.
On this snow-white egg, a line of words jumped out: The Gift of Eight Color Sin.
Color Sin sent her the gift of an offspring.
Soon, Ji Ma realized that the smoothness was because this egg had a deep, deep connection to her own body.
Ji Ma’s face darkened further. She gasped, wondering why love didn’t just cut her long hair short and braid it into a high ponytail, but it was gone.
Yet there was still hope, for Ji Ma didn’t feel anything unusual in her body, nothing like giving birth.
It was likely that Color Sin had birthed it herself.
She couldn’t do such a thing.
In the three hundred years as a demon, she couldn’t do it.
For many instances, Color Sin had a beloved follower as her lover, giving birth to some special egg.
In the eyes of many Color Sin followers, Color Sin was popular. Ji Ma’s complexion improved a bit. These children were more crafty, often predicting the eggs that had blood relations, divining their “production dates.”
A few hours later.
What was she doing? Watching the artillery battle unfold, she just recalled what she was doing? Watching the artillery battle unfold, she just recalled what she was doing? Watching the artillery battle unfold, she just recalled what she was doing?
So this egg wasn’t what she had given birth to. What was it for?
Ji Ma pondered, holding her rifle, and sighed while asking: Where is he? Where did he go? Why is it you?
Shut up. Ji Ma said softly: If you speak my words in public again, I promise to let you taste his flavor. I will throw you into the impure one’s behind, churning up what’s inside.
The branch gun in Bald Qiang’s hand slashed fiercely forward, making a noise that mimicked Ji Ma.
“Why?”
The branch gun fired quickly. The sound was clear; why couldn’t I express my delight? A weakling like you could never understand how fortunate it is to count as a pawn of the Great Blood God?
“Heh, just wait to eat.”
Ji Ma’s face glowed with pink, aiming the gun at the snow egg, hesitating on whether to seize it, how to seize it, how to seize the gift—though she didn’t know what it could do, perhaps it could help her escape.
A sense of kinship from the blood clan, along with a wicked desire, ultimately led Ji Ma to taste it.
Playing with a nurturing game was just that.
At worst, she could turn it into an egg and cook it.
She accepted this “Gift of Color Sin,” which exuded a strange vitality.
Ji Ma no longer anticipated the taste and flavor to come.
After reaching the kitchen, Ji Ma began her favorite post-war inventory stage.
This battle could be called a bloody victory.
From over five thousand people, roughly calculating with divination, only about two thousand remained, while the rest were either dead or injured.
Most of the scattered troops chose to surrender, especially the weak soldiers of Color Sin; they were initially fleeing, but upon seeing Color Sin descend, they would typically return to surrender to Ji Ma, begging her to lead them to seek more gains.
This reminded Ji Ma once again of what Color Sin had done to her before, the dark and hidden desires that brought her pleasure, deeply rooted in her heart.
Ji Ma looked at the Color Sin captives before her. Their surrender meant they were no longer themselves, and many Color Sin raiders had also surrendered.
Coincidentally, Ji Ma quickly became fond of the weak cavalry.
However, there were many infantry, adorned with colors, who didn’t seem burdened. Those captives whispered among themselves, curiously observing her, discussing and criticizing her fashion style.
Theoretically, she should be concerned, as she needed them now.
What would she do with so many captives? Ji Ma organized them, saying: All injured, kneel before me; let the victors pay their respects.
The Color Sin women obediently raised their heads to look at Ji Ma.
Ji Ma raised her gun and fired a shot at their foreheads, shouting: This is in battle! Blood sacrifice!
The captive crowd fell into chaos, but Ji Ma had already arranged her troops in advance, directly marching out to kill those who refused to submit. As for the fleeing captives, Ji Ma finally remembered to send the famished demonized warriors to hunt.
Until everyone, including Color Sin, knelt on the ground, worshiping her, Ji Ma looked at the sacrificial altar, her thumbs no longer pointing down.
Her subordinates were cleaning the spoils of war and counting the numbers, while Ji Ma prepared sacrificial offerings. Now she was chosen by several dark deities and could choose to offer a sacrifice to one of them.
Opening the altar, the true operation of the ancestors began, becoming a proper part of the Demon City.
Ji Ma conjured a mirror, brushing a strand of hair aside. On her right eye, she bore the tri-color mark of the Color Sin’s Lord, Color Sin, and Blood God—blue, purple, red—still glowing, making her pupils appear RGB.
This battle brought too many gains. A smile appeared on Ji Ma’s face.
In the past, love made her bloom with joy, but now, what she needed to do was still to prepare a post-war report.
The sky grew darker.
Three years ago, on the high platform of the Divine Lord’s chariot, Color Sin responded to her prayers; it wasn’t for her sake but for her, giving Ji Ma what seemed to be a gift of love, a fateful bond across three lifetimes, coupling her with the remnants of the chariot king and sending them to her mother.
The blue campfire flickered, illuminating half of the chariot king’s face, seemingly announcing the final scene of his favor. Perhaps, before her death, she had pleaded with Color Sin to give her a hand.
A distant, haunting song emerged, unknown if it was sung for the chariot king or for those who died today.
Around the campfire, a group of articulate souls gathered, most of whom worshiped the third variation.
The second, third, and fourth guards had only nine left.
Still nine?
Six, merely nine remained.
I quite like the air cavalry, who disappear so quickly. Ji Ma said: Where is the opposing mage?
You saw her, cut in half, holding onto the remaining half. It is said she protected her lover, blocking the man’s sword.
What about the real killing move units?
Your dogs have all run away.
Fortunately, I still have a cat. Ji Ma flicked Lia Anxi the cat’s thick neck, which purred joyfully.
The mortal cavalrymen gazing up at the king were unfortunate; no one could see through the Color Sin cavalry’s sharp blades and fangs. The nasal-voiced outsider said: There are still two hundred Color Sin women remaining.
Any good news?
The eight hundredth Color Sin cavalry has surrendered. The nasal-voiced outsider said: Among them, one hundred are Color Sin elders; the rest are prisoners of fate.
A terrifying cavalry force.
There are still nearly nine hundred Color Sin women choosing to follow you.
How about the Color Sin demon army?
Unfortunately, only eighty-eight remain.
That’s acceptable, Ji Ma said: Does the final total of the Legion exceed three thousand?
Three Thousand Bulwark, over three thousand now.
That means it’s becoming stronger, from a troop of five thousand scrappy soldiers. Ji Ma said: By the way, what about the war chariots?
One Divine Lord chariot and the rest taken away; possibly from the Color Sin brothel, you know. The nasal-voiced outsider said: King, your performance is certainly noticed; as long as you dare to give to him, you will definitely send a team to assist him for his grand scheme.
You’re right, I can afford a smile. The retainers present felt comfortable, preferring to eliminate the wicked demons lurking.
Because, currently in the Vanguard, without a doubt, the doomsday knights of the Israeli faction are barely a handful left. This is very detrimental to their status.
Everyone came to the meeting today, eagerly anticipating Ji Ma’s early offering to the Color Sin’s Lord, hoping to draw more demon troops over, which would stabilize the land price.
Alright, I’ve decided: today I will offer a blood sacrifice to the Blood God and the membrane offering.
The scene was filled with a bird’s chirping sound.
Ji Ma looked puzzled: What’s wrong?
The nasal-voiced outsider shrank their unexpected tentacles, having to stand up: King, the Blood God’s army does not cooperate with our troops.
Right, they are two different substances.
And our troops are mismatched.
Why are they mismatched?
Ji Ma said: King, look at the elite level of the chariot king’s army; I regularly use this disadvantage to engage in the dense areas, and they actually got smashed. If we were on the plains, we wouldn’t have any chance at all.
The second, third, and fourth guards reflected on this. As a chosen god, every move of the enemy is within your strategy.
Are you trying to teach me how to work? No, you just go to the top level.
Right, everyone fell silent, no one daring to speak.
Ji Ma coughed, feeling something was wrong but suddenly thinking that there was pig sweat to seek help from, so she confidently chose the most effective troop allocation.
PS: Everyone, please don’t take any characters and plot related to Warhammer seriously; most of this is fabricated by me, pieced together from reference materials and data books.
