Chapter 519: Peach Boy Rice Ball

Anglon's twin axes crossed as they slashed at Khaen, the chainsaws tearing through Khaen's flesh,

but in an instant, Khaen's form shifted, as if fate itself had veered at its most twisted corner,

Raum had not eaten all those Chaos Daemons and Erebus for nothing,

Through the power of his Greed-Dissolving Domain, he had learned Erebus's technique of using Chaos Daemons to bear his own fate,

but he could not die in Erebus's stead—only take wounds in his place.

In the blink of an eye, the one grievously wounded by Anglon's twin axes became Raum, his body twisted and broken,

Raum regarded Anglon with a mocking gaze—or rather, regarded the Blood God behind Anglon,

he was unlike Khaen; from the very beginning, he had known that Anger. ai's death bore the Blood God's hand,

this was why he willingly accepted the Dark King's power and went into hiding within the Blood God's grasp,

finally, fate granted Raum fortune,

he had not only avenged Erebus but now had the chance to strike back at the Blood God himself,

having consumed countless Wrestling Eagle-Men and Chaos Daemons, Raum had acquired some traits of Chaos Daemons, allowing him to serve as a vessel for fate like a Chaos Lord,

he bore the fate of Khaen being struck by Anglon's axes,

the Spinebreaker and Blood Axe plunged into Raum's twisted, mangled flesh, yet his mocking smile never wavered,

he feared no death—not even the utter annihilation that other demons dreaded,

the Ritual Dagger was among the few things, besides the Emperor's psychic power, capable of killing a daemon utterly,

the same Ritual Dagger that had killed Anger. ai had nearly erased Raum's existence,

only the psychic surge and vengeful obsession born from Anger. ai's death had sustained Raum's being,

he feared no death—he had died the very day Anger. ai died,

but in the final moment as Khaen let Raum take the wound, he had desperately avoided vital points; though the blow caused Raum excruciating pain, it did not kill him,

Khaen's form materialized beside Anglon, now severed from Raum, reverted to a more human-like stature and appearance,

he swung Blood Son, slashing at the wound left on Anglon's neck by KolaGa,

but Anglon's lightning-fast reflexes spun him around, his Blood Father lunging straight for Khaen's forehead,

father and child were so close,

Khaen smelled the scent of red sand—the scent of Anglon, the scent of Nusaria,

this scent stirred Khaen's nerves, flooding his mind with fragmented, broken memories,

in those fragments, he seemed to have trained with Anglon, seemed to have been taught by him,

yet this was impossible—how could Anglon ever have trained his own offspring?

Anglon had never once taught the World Eaters how to fight,

just as the Emperor had never taught Anglon,

thus Anglon's entire martial art originated from the arenas of Nusaria—the art of the gladiator,

the arena was a blood performance, its spectators craving extreme sensory stimulation, more blood, more wounds,

gladiators took pride in their scars, seeking victory through danger, often neglecting defense, favoring wounds exchanged for wounds,

this thought suddenly surfaced in Khaen's mind,

he had seen this axe-strike before,

his father had once taught him how to counter it,

kill to kill, blood for blood,

KolaGa must have discovered this, which was why he left that wound on Anglon's neck,

Khaen suddenly smiled, and without hesitation, he lunged toward the incoming Blood Father,

Blood Son grazed the edge of Blood Father, sparks flying,

ten thousand years had passed since Blood Son and Blood Father had come so close,

Khaen laughed wildly, letting Blood Father cleave into his flesh, slicing through his body,

yet through this, he breached Anglon's guard, driving Blood Son into the wound KolaGa had left long ago,

Blood Son sank into that wound, severing flesh, warm blood flowing down—ten thousand years prior, that same wound had helped Khaen carve into Anglon's neck,

the Lord of Red Sand instinctively opened his massive maw, roaring in agony,

"Father."

Khaen, severed at the waist, whispered,

"I have won."

The glutinous rice ball hidden in his palm shot from his fingertip, into Anglon's mouth.

Then, Khaen's broken body tumbled from midair, slicing through the blood-scented air, crashing heavily onto the sand,

sand sprayed, yellow smoke spread,

blood poured endlessly from his body, staining the sand, warming the sand,

Khaen lay there, gazing up at the endless, churning crimson clouds, feeling the sand cradle his body,

that strange warmth felt like his father's embrace—the warmth he had never known in his life,

someone had once wished that Khaen might step upon a warm patch of red sand,

now, that wish had come true,

he realized at last—the warm red sand was stained and warmed by blood,

he suddenly understood, a faint smile tugging at his lips,

he knew that the moment the glutinous rice ball entered Anglon's mouth, his victory was assured.

Khaen rarely trusted a person or a thing,

but he trusted the power of the Saint Doraemon artifact.

【Item Name: Peach Boy Rice Ball】

【Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store】

【Production Date: 261. 3】

【Function: Appears as a glutinous rice ball; when consumed by any person or animal other than the feeder, the consumer becomes docile and tamed, obeying all commands of the feeder for thirty minutes.】

Anglon, plummeting from the sky into the sand, clutched his head tightly—the rice ball dissolved instantly upon entry, transforming into a warm current that surged into his brain and all his nerves,

the Nail of the Butcher hummed and roared, sensing its dominion shaken, pouring boundless rage and pain into Anglon,

but this rage and pain could not resist the warmth brought by the rice ball,

even a product of the Dark Age of Technology could not erase the effect of a 22nd-century secret item,

the warmth spread through Anglon's mind, a calm, gentle feeling radiating outward, replacing rage, pain, and sorrow with stillness,

Anglon's eyes cleared instantly, his lost abilities returning as his rage faded,

emotions from all around surged toward him—he felt Khaen's emotions, and instinctively let out a soft moan,

"Khaen… my child."

In the instant Anglon whispered, the Blood God upon the Brass Throne widened his eyes in shock,

his connection to Anglon had been severed without cause,

Anglon was no longer his.

"LIAR!!!!!!"

(End of Chapter)