Chapter 509: Revenge Moment, Confession Moment (Combined)

The sharp howling Blood-Child greedily devoured Airebas's blood, its glowing twin wings casting a scorching shadow across his face, searing his soul with agony.

But Airebas did not believe he would die here.

He was the Hand of Fate, the Divine Agent of the Gods, the Child of Chaos.

His—his origin of all evil—would spread darkness to the final moment.

Airebas let out a piercing shriek, and the last bird-shaped tattoo on his body vanished.

His corpse crashed heavily to the ground, instantly transforming into a naked, muscular bird.

Fate made one final twisted turn: Airebas had lost all the Chaos Daemons who could have taken his place in death.

Yet at this very moment, a rift tore open abruptly.

Using the immense force of the Blood-Child pressing against his face, Airebas slashed through space with his ritual dagger as his body fell.

Doraemon's artifacts still sealed this ship, but Airebas could still move within the cabin using his ritual dagger.

The corpse of the Chaos Daemon tumbled into the rift carved by the dagger, thudding against the door leading to the bridge.

Airebas's figure suddenly emerged from behind the Daemon's body, grinning with a cold smile.

Fate still lay under Airebas's control.

Though Khaen's appearance had briefly exceeded Airebas's expectations, he had still found an opportunity—using his own death to create an escape.

This was the resolve of the Hand of Fate!!!

"Do you think you can escape?!" Loom screamed, activating the ability gained from devouring the Noise Warriors—intense sonic waves slammed into Airebas's face, causing his form to shudder with pain.

Then Khaen flared his wings, blazing with the Emperor's golden flame, and in an instant soared into the air, diving toward Airebas.

Airebas bit his tongue hard to regain clarity, then unleashed all his spiritual power against the massive stone where Lyen had once slept.

The stone was ripped from the ground, blocking Airebas from Khaen.

Khaen swung his great axe and cleaved through the heavy stone in an instant.

At that moment, a tide of blood surged—the Bloodthirster beast Airebas had created blocked Khaen's path under his command.

Blood met blood, crimson clashed with crimson, and in an instant Khaen overwhelmed the beast.

But Airebas knew this wouldn't hold long—he had to open this door immediately.

"Who is the true Eternal Champion of Chaos?"

The question stunned Airebas for a fleeting instant.

Who was the true Eternal Champion of the Four Chaos Gods?

Who? Who truly deserved this title?

Airebas had no time to think—he instinctively gave his first answer:

"Abaddon."

The moment Airebas's form touched the ground, searing pain erupted from his body—flames consumed him, inflicting intense agony.

"Incorrect answer."

Fuck you, worthless Abaddon—you're unworthy of the title Eternal Champion of Chaos.

"Horus!!" Airebas blurted out his second answer in haste.

This was the second answer he could think of; though Horus was dead, perhaps in the eyes of the Gods, in the heart of Chaos, he was still the truest Champion?

Even fiercer pain surged through Airebas—his organs burned violently, as if bathed in fire, on the verge of incineration.

He desperately channeled the chaotic energies within his body to resist the inferno, barely avoiding being burned alive.

But he could withstand at most one more failed answer—he had only one chance left.

Who is the true Eternal Champion of Chaos?

The question forced Airebas to rack his brain.

Wait… could it be… could the answer be… himself?

The true Eternal Champion of Chaos… was he, Airebas?

A flicker of triumph crossed Airebas's face.

He believed he had found the correct answer—

BOOM!!!!

The Bloodthirster beast, drenched in blood, crashed onto Airebas like a mountain of flesh, pinning him between the crimson mass and the heavy bridge door, crushing his bones nearly to breaking.

In just eight seconds, Khaen effortlessly subdued the beast, the Blood-Child's chains embedded deep into its flesh.

Khaen yanked the chains violently, his form becoming a meteor of gold and blood, slamming into the Bloodthirster.

Airebas screamed in terror, desperate to answer the door's question—he believed he had the right answer.

"Aire—"

"Achaen!!!!" Before Airebas could speak, Bilack—wounded and bleeding, locked in combat with Doraemon—roared out the answer for him.

Who is Achaen?

Who the fuck is Achaen?

The same confusion spread through everyone present—only Bilack and Doraemon knew who Achaen was.

Airebas's face twisted in horror—he felt betrayed by Bilack.

Achaen was some nobody; the true Eternal Champion of Chaos was unquestionably Airebas.

"Congratulations, you've cleared the puzzle!!"

The door's lock snapped open with a loud bang—the chains binding the Blessed Lady were gone; the escape room was solved.

Bilack swung his shadow blade fiercely, cast one last long look at Doraemon, then vanished into the shadows without hesitation, fleeing to an unknown place.

Before escaping, Bilack took back the portion of power he had lent to Lu Se.

Lu Se, who had been using shadows to evade Lyen, froze—suddenly unable to move through shadows at all.

Lyen struck without delay, slamming the Emperor's Shield into Lu Se's face, knocking him back, then slashing with his Sword of Loyalty in a flash of cold light.

Lu Se barely dodged—but too late.

A bloodied slash tore through the air—Lu Se's arm was severed, his body staggering backward.

But Lyen was unstoppable; though a faint drowsiness stirred within him, the Emperor's will surpassed all else, driving Lyen like a blade straight toward the traitor's heart.

The Sword of Loyalty cut through the air toward Lu Se.

Lu Se raised his Caliban Greatsword with one hand, trying to block Lyen's strike.

But how could a man with only one arm stand against the blade of a Primarch?

Lyen's sword swiftly slipped past Lu Se's blade, pressed against the Caliban Greatsword's haft, then surged forward—easily disarming him.

Lu Se lost his balance, stumbled back two or three steps, then knelt on the ground.

He lifted his head slightly, gazing up at Lyen, who loomed above him.

Lyen's lion-like expression was hidden beneath thick, pale whiskers; his emotions were unreadable—only his eyes revealed the cold intent of a hunter fixing on prey, as if Lu Se were no longer his brother, father, son, or comrade, but merely a Caliban beast corrupted by Chaos.

A bitter smile touched Lu Se's lips; he lowered his head, staring at his now-empty hand, savoring the final memory of Lyen's move that had disarmed him.

"That move… I taught you first," Lu Se whispered.

Lu Se bowed his head, unaware of the fleeting hesitation in Lyen's icy eyes.

Lyen's motion slowed—for just an instant, nothing more.

He turned, spun his blade, and carved a sweeping arc through the air, assuming the posture of a decapitation.

"Lyen… my child," Lu Se murmured, voice heavy with sorrow, bitterness, and regret: "I am your father."

"Traitor."

Lyen's only reply was a cold voice; then the Sword of Loyalty traced a circular arc, slicing toward Lu Se's neck.

Lu Se lifted his head slightly—the Sword of Loyalty reflected his face.

It was a face twisted by madness, fanaticism, and folly; the once-wise eyes now held only Chaos.

Lu Se was horrified by his own grotesque, monstrous visage—Chaos's corruption had utterly warped him; he had truly become as hideous and insane as a Caliban beast.

He remembered how he had found Lyen in the forest, wild and feral—how he had seen purity, nobility, and greatness in the boy's eyes.

He remembered teaching Lyen to wield sword and shield, to master knowledge and tactics.

He remembered fighting side by side with Lyen, father and son, slaying forest beasts, defending the weak.

He remembered how their Order of Knights had flourished—Lu Se, the most glorious hero of the past; Lyen, the most glorious hero of the future.

He remembered the day they shattered the Wolf Knight Order and unified the entire Caliban planet.

All of it—their friendship, loyalty, brotherhood, comradeship, father-son bond, every honor they had earned together—reflected in the arc of the Sword of Loyalty.

Then it all dissolved into the gushing blood pouring from Lu Se's neck, like the carcass of a beast rotting in Caliban's forest soil.

In his final moments, the Chaos energies within Lu Se abandoned him—restoring his clarity, not out of mercy, but out of Chaos's cruel desire to torment him, forcing him to realize how foolish he had been.

When had suspicion, jealousy, secrets, and distance begun to change everything?

"Lyen. El. Jonsen," Lu Se whispered as he died: "Meaning Lion, Son of the Forest."

These were the words Lu Se had spoken when he first met Lyen and named him.

"I'm sorry," Lu Se murmured, then collapsed at the Lion's feet.

The Lion remained silent, gazing at the corpse for a brief moment.

'I forgive you,' the Lion never spoke aloud—only whispered it silently within his heart.

He had long grown accustomed to burying his deepest sorrows and pains as secrets.

Bilack's escape, Lu Se's death—Airebas cared nothing for either.

To him, the three relics were now gathered in this system, the escape room sealing the Blessed Lady had been solved.

He had won—he only needed to use his ritual dagger to escape the Blessed Lady and perform the rite anywhere in this system—

【101】 As Airebas raised his ritual dagger to carve a rift and flee, the Bloodthirster beast atop him suddenly reached out a hand.

Or rather, the boy named Orl, whom Airebas had chosen as a sacrifice to carry the Blessing of Khorne, reached out his hand.

From his previously vacant eyes poured hatred; he seized the rope Airebas had used to bind the ritual dagger to his neck, snapped it free, and knocked the dagger from Airebas's grasp onto the floor.

Airebas stared blankly, utterly unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Why had this Khorne beast defied his will?

Yes, Airebas had temporarily nourished the boy's soul to unlock the previous door, allowing him to speak his name,

but that was not enough to restore his true sanity—unless he had preserved even a sliver of his mind from the very beginning, amidst Khorne's blessing and the corruption of countless demons.

Airebas remembered the boy's name matched that of the Emperor's first Warmaster; he remembered the Emperor who had suddenly taken residence within Ye Daxiong; he remembered the Emperor's fondness for using pure children as his vessels—and in that instant, Airebas felt the Emperor's invisible hand.

"Damn you!!!" Airebas shrieked, pouring intense Chaotic demonic energy into the boy's skull, bursting his brain open in an instant.

But in his final moment before death, the boy—whose entire planet had been slaughtered by Airebas, turned into a sacrifice to Khorne, and whose soul had been twisted beyond recognition—smiled.

The domain of Corruption and Destruction is a dual-faced entity: vengeance is destruction paid for with self-destruction, and the Master of Mankind praised it.

After losing its vessel, the Khorne beast exploded violently; a vast tide of Khorne demons roared forth as blood, surging toward Khaen and engulfing him.

Airebas seized this fleeting moment, reaching to snatch up the ritual dagger and flee.

But was the boy's revenge, paid for with his own self-destruction, meaningless?

At that moment, a round hand reached out from the void, seized the ritual dagger on the ground, and vanished into the void.

On the Lightlord, Zhou Yun casually pulled the ritual dagger from a woman's leather handbag in his hand.

Item: Retrieval Handbag.

Airebas stared in shock, watching the ritual dagger vanish from where it had lain.

Then he slowly turned his head behind him.

The blood tide formed by Khorne demons could not stop Khaen or Laum; both man and demon burned with the Emperor's flame, and in an instant, they burned away most of the blood tide.

Behind Khaen, Laine El Jiansen and Ye Daxiong were advancing, their hands now free to fight.

Especially Laine El Jiansen—though clearly weary and drowsy, his killing intent was so sharp it made Airebas feel physical pain in his heart.

How the hell was he supposed to fight this?!

Airebas's face twisted in terror as he scrambled into the bridge.

To oppose Khaen, Ye Daxiong, and Laine El Jiansen,

he needed to summon one more Primarch.

The Blessed Lady was one of the three Abyss-class battleships originally built for the Word Bearers.

In its bridge stood a statue of Lorgar, the Word Bearer's gene-father and Airebas's own gene-father.

"Father!!!! Save me!!!!" Airebas cried out in despair—he knew Lorgar could hear him.

In the demonic world Sikarus, within a hidden meditation chamber of the Infernal Temple,

the chamber was built with extreme simplicity, barely large enough to accommodate its owner's massive frame and a tiny table—so cramped even sitting was difficult.

Yet the chamber's occupant paid it no mind, lost in his writing.

"The gods chose me to proclaim their blessings—because of my selflessness."

"The vulgar masses come seeking power, honor, immortality, and wisdom—but I—Lorgar Aurelian—seek only ideals."

"I devoutly believe the following truths: all things between the stars are born of the gods' will; reality is but a false illusion; physical laws may be easily twisted; all things arise from the tides of Chaos; humanity must embrace Chaos to overcome all; nothing is more worthy of worship than Chaos; humanity's future demands total acceptance of Chaos's power."

"The Blessed Children are the perfect form I have longed for, the herald of humanity's harmonious future with Chaos; their very existence proves my path is the true path of human salvation—the highest path my father, blind and deceived, never saw."

At that moment, the chamber's occupant—the Emperor's son, the Chaotic Primarch without division, Lorgar Aurelian—paused his pen.

He felt the plea of his offspring.

Which poor child had suffered disaster?

Lorgar gently sensed.

Oh, Airebas. Then it's fine—he deserves it.

Lorgar resumed writing his Book of Lorgar, the latest volume: Volume 22, 22.

But after writing only a few words, he felt a dryness, a resistance.

He saw Airebas frantically cashing in the rewards the gods had once granted him, forcing their will to compel Lorgar to save him.

Other Primarchs might defy or ignore the gods' will—Mortarion might even emerge from the Warp and slash Airebas to death with a scythe—

but Lorgar could not. He was a believer of the gods, their High Priest; he could not defy their will, even though he delighted in witnessing Airebas's death.

Lorgar sighed, stepping out of his meditation chamber.

The Infernal wind swept through the ship's cabin; suddenly, a blazing Inferno tore through reality, manifesting within the cabin.

From within the Inferno emerged Lorgar, bathed in scorching crimson flames, horns rising from his head, wielding the Light of Revelation, clad in the Armor of True Words.

Lorgar's gaze pierced through the Inferno into the Blessed Lady.

He saw Airebas—filled with revulsion and disdain—and remembered how he had killed his own son, Anger Tae.

He saw Khaen and Laum—his eyes flickered with regret; he remembered his son, Anger Tae.

He saw Ye Daxiong—his expression shifted slightly—he sensed the power of a newly born god.

Finally, he saw Laine—his face flashed with fear; he knew the strength his elder brother possessed.

He immediately decided: retrieve Airebas and flee.

At that moment, Ye Daxiong reached beneath his clothing and pulled out a tarot card made of papyrus.

It was Kaya's demonic tarot card—but even Kaya himself had never noticed this card among his collection.

For the card depicted a hidden, agile, swift raven.

(Combined Chapter)

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