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"Your marksmanship is so bad. Even an orc with half his brain can't trace the human body like this." Sergeant Miyan, who was born in Cardia, complained like this. Furumi could only touch his head in embarrassment before answering. "At least, I'm pretty good at melee combat." "Yes, your melee skills are pretty good." It was not Mi Yang who answered Furumi. Rather, it is a hazy blood shadow in the subspace. .... Since then. The gods of subspace turned their gaze to Furumi. Khorne expected more blood from him. Nurgle waited for him to spread for himself the ultimate creed of decay. Slaanesh laughed gleefully at his imaginative dirty jokes. Tzeentch hesitates and invests his capital in the nature of change. Amidst the endless battles and blood, a voice sounded in Furumi's ears. That is the mysterious and unknown fifth god. "Receive my gift and obey my will."