Chapter 499: I Reported You to the Dark Angels

The nameless blade of darkness. Electric Light Pill pierced the air,

Birack saw only a faint gray streak lashing toward him, and the next instant felt a sharp pain surge through him,

A bloody gash suddenly appeared on his chest, gushing thick crimson blood,

Birack hastily raised his Shadow Blade to block it, but unknown to him, those pink flower-ropes had once again emerged from the void, instantly wrapping around his arms,

This slowed his movements,

Birack was not unable to break free from the strange flower-ropes—it would merely require him to unleash his power, activating his Shadow Authority—but Yebi Daxiong clearly had no intention of giving him that chance,

The nameless toy blade surged straight toward Birack's head,

Birack frantically opened his monstrous maw, spewing forth icy, dark flames that collided with the toy blade,

The toy blade effortlessly sliced through Birack's flames and kept driving toward his face,

The sound of flesh being cut rang out; Birack's face was violently split open, blood streaming down in torrents,

But at that moment, Airebas uttered a blasphemous incantation, and the tides of the Warp surged violently—Birack instantly felt the blessings of the Four Gods within him intensify, a fresh surge of power flooding his body,

With that power, Birack broke free from the flower-ropes at the last instant, letting shadows engulf him, vanishing before Yebi Daxiong's eyes in a blink.

Airebas's face was pale, gasping for breath—this was one of his core abilities: allowing a fated one chosen by the gods to borrow power from their past or future self,

Long ago, he had used this very trick to let Abaddon briefly enjoy divine blessings, holding his own against the Imperial Guard Commander Constantine Vardo,

Now he had cast this spell upon Birack,

But Birack was not borrowing power from the future—he was drawing from the past,

The power of the past Birack, utterly beloved by the gods, now surfaced,

Even though the gods' chains still bound him, before this spell ended, Birack had drawn immeasurably close to his former self,

Shadows writhed, and he reappeared—his body larger, more monstrous, more like the very concept of Shadow made manifest in the material universe,

His bygone power began to awaken; Birack spread his wings, and shadows instantly engulfed the entire cabin, forming a twisted, cold, gray vortex devouring reality itself, with Birack at its core,

"Now, I lack nothing," Birack laughed aloud, elated by the return of his former strength.

But Birack's laughter died abruptly, for Yebi Daxiong gently placed his hand upon the revolver at his waist,

The blessing of Chaos Undivided granted Birack immense precognition—he sensed an unstoppable deathly intent, a crushing sense of danger,

That revolver needed only the slightest trigger pull to kill him. Birack instinctively knew it.

Facing Birack's fear, Yebi Daxiong merely curled his lips into a smile,

"You're not worthy," Yebi Daxiong said, then swung the nameless blade toward Birack,

Birack couldn't dodge in time—another bloody gash opened across his face from the nameless Electric Light Pill.

The Old Hag's Sword's bullets are precious; Yebi Daxiong's magazine now holds only three rounds—how could he waste them on a worthless fool like Birack?

If he could, Zhou Yun would rather give each of the other three gods one bullet, or at the very least save them for beings like the Great Devourer, the Star God, or Vash'tor—wasting them on Birack was a crime.

Birack, struck suddenly across the cheek and hearing Yebi Daxiong's scornful words, felt rage surge within him,

He flickered away, vanishing into shadow, then reappeared beside Yebi Daxiong in a blink, his Shadow Blade slicing through the air, rolling with icy waves toward the revolver at Yebi Daxiong's waist,

Though Yebi Daxiong claimed Birack wasn't worthy of the revolver, Birack still feared it—terrified that one shot would end his life,

In Birack's eyes, now that he had drawn immeasurably close to his former peak, who could possibly stand against him, unless an Primarch intervened?

Even the Primarchs who had not yet grasped their own essence could only drag him out until Airebas's spell expired.

In Birack's mind, the only real threat was that revolver—wait, what the hell?!

A short blade blocked him—not the nameless toy blade, but another short blade shimmering with a faint golden glow,

The nameless blade. Electric Light Pill. Electric version.

The nameless blade. Electric Light Pill effortlessly blocked Birack's full-force strike,

Meanwhile, the nameless Electric Light Pill in his other hand struck out—Birack couldn't dodge, and another bloody gash tore across his body,

Birack vanished into shadow again, emerging from another direction—only for the electrified nameless blade. Electric Light Pill to intercept him perfectly once more,

He tried again—same result. Birack's pupils shrank slightly; he realized something was wrong,

His current power came from Airebas's spell—and spells have duration. Once it ended, he would be no match for Yebi Daxiong.

Birack grew increasingly frantic, redoubling his efforts to break through the electrified blade's blockade,

He had learned of some common Doraemon artifacts from Airebas—this toy blade was among them,

Birack knew such toy blades eventually ran out of power—

Yebi Daxiong casually lifted his shirt, revealing a row of gleaming Electric Light Pills beneath, with other artifacts faintly visible—Birack's expression froze.

Airebas watched this scene and sighed in awe—no wonder Doraemon was a being of extraordinary power,

But Airebas didn't care about Birack's fate—he only needed to answer the final question, complete the game, and regain his freedom,

Lu Se must soon have gathered enough Fallen Angels to re-summon the Ouroboros, combined with the Plague Heart he already possessed,

All he needed was to reach the Monolith—he had a way to reunite the Three Sacred Relics of the Ancients,

Without hesitation, he charged toward the bridge door—

Pain shot through his leg—a flower-ropes pierced his thigh, and more ropes surged toward him from all directions,

Airebas's pupils contracted violently—he barely had time to react before the ropes pierced his body in a torrent,

Fate twisted again—another Wrestling Eagleman died in Airebas's place,

But the moment Airebas's figure appeared beside the Wrestling Eagleman, the countless flower-ropes surged once more,

Airebas's pupils shrank—but then shadows writhed, and a colossal Caliban greatsword suddenly thrust from the darkness, blocking the flood of flower-ropes between him and them.

In the void, the roar of warp jump echoed—several warships materialized, hovering in the cold void,

Their hulls bore the scars of countless battles, yet all had been repainted in deep black, emblazoned with countless symbols of the First Legion, as if stubbornly declaring their identity,

The moment these ships entered the system, they turned their weapons toward Zhou Yun's Lord of Light,

But before they could fire, the void trembled—the warp jump roar sounded again, and the Conqueror, its hull like dried blood, surged forth, its monstrous prow piercing the First Legion ships, locking into combat with them,

Alongside them came a flood of World Eaters vessels.

Kosolax aboard the Conqueror stared at the sudden appearance of the Lord of Light on his oracular display, utterly baffled,

He had been ordered by Zhou Yun to hunt down Fallen Angels and Lu Se—but Lu Se had fled like a coward, and Kosolax had assumed Lu Se feared the Conqueror, this glorious Queen-Class battleship,

But now he couldn't understand: why had the Fallen Angels and Lu Se come here—to the battlefield between the Lord of Light and the Blessed Lady?

Walking into a trap?

The battle aboard the Blessed Lady also shifted—hundreds of Fallen Angels emerged from shadows, blocking the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers,

These warriors wore black armor, wore winged helms, bore symbols of the old First Legion, and wielded greatswords, standing like an unyielding wall upon the battlefield,

Leading them was a demon prince with a lion's head,

The Flesh Tearers and Ultramarines were equally bewildered,

Who were these warriors who suddenly appeared, looking like Dark Angels?

When had the Dark Angels Chapter acquired so many new members?

Why were they siding with the traitors?

How were they following a demon prince?

Had a traitor emerged among the Sons of Leman?!

Airebas, panting, watched the grim black-armored warriors wielding blades against the flower-ropes—his face lit up with joy,

Lu Se, leader of the Fallen Angels, second-in-command of the Dark Angels Chapter, had entered the battlefield.

"Lu Se, have you gathered enough Fallen Angels to summon the Ouroboros?"

"No, not yet," Lu Se replied softly.

Airebas blinked: "Then why are you back now?"

"Did you sense I was in danger?" Airebas asked himself.

"I knew you'd be in danger—but not this danger," Lu Se's tone was strange.

"What do you mean?"

"I reported your coordinates to the Dark Angels Chapter."

"I told them you were hiding a large number of Fallen Angels and had preserved the video recordings from the Fall of Caliban."

"The Monolith Fortress should arrive soon—I came back because I feared you'd be killed by them."

Hearing Lu Se's words, Airebas tilted his head slightly, completely failing to grasp their meaning.

(End of Chapter)