Chapter 485: Wrestle! Wrestle!!

"I'm Fat Tiger!!! I'm the king of kids!!!"

"I'm fat and strong!!! No one's stronger than me!!!"

The deafening song surged straight at Airebas's face, and in an instant, every corner from the subdimension to reality screamed, howled, and rattled.

Airebas's head reeled, blood spurted from his ears, and he felt his brain matter about to explode—he froze in place, barely able to move.

The Fat Devil, under Zhou Yun's control, shot forward, its baton blazing with imperial flame, golden, searing fire closing in on Airebas's skull.

At that moment, the cold shadow clinging to Airebas twitched slightly; a blade of shadow extended from the darkness and clashed with the Fat Devil's baton, instantly intertwining golden and dark flames, neither gaining the upper hand.

The Shadow Sovereign, the first demon prince, Bila, revealed his monstrous form in reality—his twisted muscles of black, gray, and blue writhed, his night-black wings snapped open, unleashing a horrific hurricane that surged toward the Fat Devil's face, only to be shattered by the savage singing before it could strike.

"What the fuck is this thing?" Bila roared, his shadow blade instantly clashing with the Fat Devil's baton in a flurry of exchanges.

As a demon prince blessed by all four gods, Bila instantly recognized that this demon bore the power of Khorne, Slaanesh, the Emperor, and Holy Doraemon simultaneously—its composition was abstract and chaotic.

Blessed by Tzeentch and Khorne, Bila had regained most of his peak power; he could spar with a daemon primarch—but for now, he couldn't eliminate this bizarre demon.

He cursed inwardly, calling himself unlucky.

Whether it was his illusion or not, Bila vaguely felt that today Airebas's luck was terrible—as if fate had rejected him.

First came those dozen excruciatingly abstract questions, forcing Bila to endure multiple punishments; then, upon stepping out, he encountered an unsolvable enemy.

That strange box, which had turned the entire ship into a locked room, had clearly stated that every door led to a random destination.

Out of a dozen doors, encountering an enemy immediately upon exiting was already a low-probability event.

Even less likely was that, as they stepped out, this bizarre demon had just eliminated the Word Bearers who could have aided them.

Bila immediately grew wary, sensing an odd twist in fate—he felt continuing to follow Airebas might bring misfortune.

He swiftly swung his shadow blade, instantly knocking the Fat Devil back several steps, then

"I'll handle the next door—you hold here," Bila shouted without hesitation to Airebas, still frozen in shock.

Airebas's face twisted in terror, but before he could stop Bila, the latter dissolved into shadow and surged toward the farthest door, putting distance between himself and Airebas.

Zhou Yun, controlling the Fat Devil, smoothly tilted his body and nodded at Bila; Bila nodded back at the Fat Devil.

In an instant, they reached an understanding—the Fat Devil let Bila pass, then raised its baton and swung it straight at Airebas's skull.

Airebas, held rigid by the piercing song, could barely move; the Fat Devil's baton crashed down toward his head.

But no sound of bursting blood or pulp followed.

Nine blue, rune-shaped bird tattoos on Airebas's body twitched; one detached from his skin and flew between the Fat Devil and Airebas.

"Wrestle!!!"

A muscular, powerful bird claw shot out, gripping the baton blazing with imperial psychic flame.

The flames burned the claw, yet the demon emerging from Airebas showed no sign of pain.

It was a demon clad in ancient Terra samba attire, its face masked in a strange visage, its entire body bulging with muscle.

Judging by its aura, it was clearly a Tzeentch demon—but its eyes held none of the cunning or wisdom expected of such a being; instead, they were utterly vacant.

This vacancy wasn't the blankness of a puppet—it was pure, unthinking emptiness, devoid of any knowledge.

"Wrestle! Wrestle!!" the demon shrieked, grappling with the Fat Devil.

Airebas gripped the ritual dagger at his throat tightly; its power was immense, capable of shielding the user from lethal attacks.

A flash of dark radiance surged across the dagger, which had committed countless murders, briefly clearing Airebas's mind.

Seeing the Tzeentch demon entangled with the Fat Devil, Airebas knew it wouldn't last long.

Tzeentch claimed this was a new demon breed he had created, named the Wrestling Eagle-Man.

But Airebas knew the truth.

Recently, a strange plague had swept through Tzeentch's domain—infected Tzeentch demons suffered unbearable abdominal pain and relentless diarrhea, until they expelled every scrap of knowledge from their brains.

Even Tzeentch could not cure this plague, only isolate and suppress it.

Those Thousand-Faced Lords reduced to empty-brained husks were reclaimed and forcibly twisted by Tzeentch, infused with concepts of muscle and fitness, becoming demons with raw power but no intellect.

Tzeentch had dumped nine such useless things on Airebas at once, calling them the "Nine Bird Needles Blessing."

Airebas knew the Wrestling Eagle-Man wouldn't hold out long—he dashed toward Bila's direction.

Bila was attempting to answer the question on the door.

"Answer: Who was the Emperor's first Warmaster?"

Seeing the question, Bila exhaled in relief.

This question was far simpler than the previous dozen.

Clearly, those earlier questions had been Airebas's burden—Airebas's luck today was clearly bizarrely bad, as if cursed by something.

"Orpheon."

The lock clicked open with a bang; a gate of light appeared before Bila.

Bila moved without hesitation, stepping toward the gate.

As for Airebas?

Bila could only wish him luck.

At that moment, a blasphemous incantation suddenly rose from Airebas's mouth, forming chains that slowed Bila's movement by a fraction of a second.

"Fuck you, Airebas!" Bila roared, but before he could stop Airebas,

Airebas grinned, slipped through the light gate like smoke.

He wasn't letting Bila go first—

The sound of a chainsword erupted as the bloodaxe split vertically across Airebas's face.

(End of Chapter)