Chapter 486: Can Revenge Be Sought Across Nine Lives? Even a Hundred Lives, Yes!

The Blood Son roared in fury, slicing through Eribas's thick facial skin, blood and chunks of flesh spurting out and splattering onto Khaen's arm.

Eribas shrieked sharply, but in an instant, the screaming, beheaded creature became a dazed Chaos Daemonic Wrestler-Eagleman.

Fate took its most twisted turn: a Chaos Daemonic Wrestler-Eagleman replaced Eribas in bearing the fate of death.

Though the Wrestler-Eagleman's mind had been utterly emptied of knowledge, its identity as a Chaos Daemon remained unchanged; the power over fate granted by Chaos still flowed within it, making it suitable as a sacrifice to bear Eribas's death destiny.

Another bird tattoo on Eribas's body vanished accordingly.

This was entirely beyond Eribas's expectations.

How could such a coincidence occur?

The door he entered led precisely to Khaen's location; he had just barely slipped past the pursuing Fatty Tiger Daemon and slipped through this door ahead of Bilar.

At this very moment, Eribas realized his luck had clearly gone awry.

Was it a curse? Or the effect of that Saint Doraemon artifact?

Eribas hastily swung his ritual dagger, slashing open a rift.

This rift did not lead to another room or elsewhere—it was merely a short-range teleportation within this same chamber.

Because the Saint Doraemon artifact had sealed the entire Blessed Lady, using the ritual dagger to teleport to other rooms or outside had been utterly forbidden.

Eribas merely used it to create a slight distance from Khaen, to avoid being cleaved to death at close range.

Eribas emerged from the rift ten meters away from Khaen—this was the maximum distance he could achieve from Khaen within this cabin.

Khaen growled low, crossing the ten meters in the blink of an eye, appearing before Eribas.

Eribas hurled a crimson pearl, as red as blood, from his hand; its luster flared violently, reflecting the image of a figure bathed in countless streams of blood.

The figure emerged from the pearl, coalescing into form between Khaen and Eribas.

It was a demon shrouded in black smoke, larger than a typical Bloodthirster; the black smoke solidified into crimson flesh, its teeth as massive as swords, a brass collar of Khorne around its neck, clad in brass armor, draped in a cloak woven from a thousand Space Marine skulls, one hand gripping Khorne's Axe, the other holding a skull scepter bearing the Mark of the Blood God.

"Khaen! Khaen! My brother!" A savage laugh erupted from the demon, its voice brimming with delight at seeing Khaen: "To see you thrills me!"

Khorne's Axe clashed with the Blood Son; the scent of blood filled the air.

"Seed of Destruction," Khaen growled, uttering the demon's name.

Seed of Destruction, one of the earliest Demon Princes of the Blood God.

He was said to have been a terrifying warlord who ravaged Terra during the First and Second Millennia, leading armies that crushed ancient kingdoms, slaughtered entire human races, and destroyed countless cities, leaving an indelible mark upon humanity—such slaughter naturally drew the Blood God's notice.

The Blood God rewarded him, elevating this bloody warlord into one of his Demon Princes; today, he stands as the most powerful of Khorne's Demon Princes after Angron, just as a fully empowered Skarbrand towers over a Khorne Daemon Prince, as Khaen towers over a Khorne Chosen.

Khaen knew this was no ordinary foe—Seed of Destruction had once, in a rage, severed the head of a Daemon-enchanted Titan.

"You look well, my bloodthirsty brother," Seed of Destruction laughed, spewing sulfur-laced breath that nearly overwhelmed Khaen.

Without hesitation, Khaen stepped back, and Lao Mu surged upward from within him; his body swelled to three or four meters tall, a pair of grotesque fleshy wings sprouting from his back, his power armor fused with his flesh, his bare arms transformed into monstrous demonic claws.

"Seed of Destruction," Khaen swung the Blood Son again, clashing once more with the demon.

"Excellent! You've been mad these past ten thousand years, lost in the false rage that nail gave you—I never got to fight you properly." Seed of Destruction laughed, trading blows with Khaen.

Khaen remained silent, but Lao Mu voiced his thoughts aloud: "For half those ten thousand years, you were sealed away—what the hell were you even fighting?" Seed of Destruction had annihilated two Loyalist Space Marine Chapters during the Fifth Black Crusade, then been defeated by the Blood Angels and imprisoned inside a statue of Sanguinius for five thousand years—Khaen had barely seen him in the Blood God's realm.

We're not familiar. Not at all.

"I thought you'd condemn me for betraying the Blood God's path," Khaen said with a sarcastic smile.

He now bore the blessing of Saint Doraemon—his axe burned with the Emperor's psychic flame, his body had been modified by Belisarius Cawl's Primaris enhancements—his devotion to the Blood God's gifts felt somewhat compromised.

"How could that be! My bloodthirsty brother!"

Seed of Destruction roared with laughter; the Blood Son carved a grotesque wound into his chest, and Seed of Destruction left an identical scar on Khaen's chest:

"No one may condemn a avenger."

"When I was still mortal, I once heard a saying from the Southerners."

"Can one avenge across nine lives? Even a hundred lives, yes!"

"Kill to counter kill—death grants no pardon! A noble avenger must make the enemy know fear!"

"Come then, Khaen—see whether you succeed in your vengeance, or I cleave off your head!"

Unlike the fierce clash between Khaen and Seed of Destruction, the atmosphere between Fatty Tiger Daemon and Bilar was strangely tense.

Fatty Tiger Daemon swung his bat, smashing the Wrestler-Eagleman into pulp in mere moments.

He then turned to Bilar, who had just broken free from Eribas's spell.

Standing before the light portal, Bilar grinned at Fatty Tiger Daemon with a cold, sinister smile.

The first Demon Prince, wielding the Blade of Shadows, radiated terrifying power.

In a full battle, Fatty Tiger Daemon might not be Bilar's match.

But Bilar narrowed his eyes, staring at the bat in Fatty Tiger Daemon's hand—its surface burned with the Emperor's psychic flame.

If he were struck by that bat by accident, he might die outright—the risk was too great, Bilar muttered inwardly.

"." The two demons stared at each other.

Then Bilar shifted his stance, pointing behind him at the light portal.

"Together?"

(End of Chapter)