Chapter 460: Blood God: I feel my brain getting sharper and sharper

The Dark Imperium, Nagasaki System, Planet Hiroshima.

Dark Apostle, Hand of Destiny, and Spokesman of the Gods, Erebus, walked slowly across the blood-drenched altar, reciting blasphemous and filthy incantations.

Slaughter was spreading beneath the altar, which stood eighty-eight meters high with eighty-eight layers and eighty-eight steps.

A dense, swarming crowd was roaring, tearing each other apart after abandoning all reason.

Eight hundred and eighty-eight million mortals had been captured and brought here. Erebus used blasphemous spells to awaken the primitive bloodlust hidden in their blood, declaring that only the last warrior to survive would have the right to receive the gods' blessing and become the vessel for blood, violence, and slaughter in the mortal realm.

Thus, a cruel, completely irrational slaughter began.

Mortals used blades, stones, fingernails, broken bones, teeth—everything they could think of to kill.

The slaughter lasted for a full eight days and eight nights; corpses piled up into mountains, blood converged into rivers, and skulls faced the sky, forming a Chaos eight-pointed star.

A hulking man, his body twisted and bearing the immense blessing of Khorne, roared as he fought a mutant that had already mutated to sprout three hound heads.

The hulking man roared and tore off two of the hound-mutant's heads; the hound-mutant tore and bit off one of his arms.

Blood flowed incessantly. The hulking man opened his bloody maw, bit down on the hound-mutant's head, and used his only remaining hand and arm to tear the hound-mutant's head off.

He roared, a savage howl, kneeling amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, celebrating his victory.

Yet at this very moment, from within the mountain of corpses, a young, thin boy suddenly crawled out and plunged a savage bone spike into the hulking man's neck.

"Why do you kill us! Why do you kill us?!"

"What did we do wrong?! Die! Die! Die!"

Angry roars erupted from the boy's mouth, his frail arms bursting with strength far beyond what someone of his age should possess.

The hulking man let out a savage howl, using all his might to tear at the thin boy's body. The boy's legs were torn off, his torso was ripped open, and his internal organs spilled out.

But his hands gripped that bone spike tightly, stabbing it fiercely into the hulking man's neck.

Gradually, the hulking man let out a wail and collapsed onto the sea of blood.

The boy, his body shattered, lay prone on the hulking man's corpse, on the verge of death, almost gone.

Yet at this moment, blood began to flow down from all those piled-up corpses. Infinite blood converged into the terrifying runes of the Blood God Khorne, gathering around the dying, frail boy.

A rain of blood fell from the sky, and countless war cries rang out from behind the veil of reality. Demons praised the frail boy's courage and the boundless slaughter.

The veil of reality became blurred. Countless Khornate demons crawled out from the Warp, surging into the boy's slender body.

The boy struggled, wailed, and roared. His body gradually became twisted and savage, expanding as it absorbed the surrounding corpses and blood. The boy's body fused with those corpses, held together by the bodies mutated through demonic possession, resembling a grotesque creature formed from the fusion of dozens, hundreds, or thousands of out-of-control Chaos Spawn.

Hundreds of mutated arms extended from the creature, holding bone spikes inhabited by Khornate demons. Bright red flesh composed its body, standing dozens of meters tall, with muscles like layers of blood-stained corpses. The boy's gaunt head was embedded in the giant beast's skull, his eyes filled with madness and bloodlust.

Erebus watched with satisfaction as this savage, bloody Chaos giant was born through the massive ritual he had constructed.

As the Hand of Destiny, his Chaos arts had long since reached the pinnacle over ten thousand years; creating such a bloody Chaos giant was a simple task for him.

The slaughter of eight hundred million mortals, using their corpses and the final victor as a vessel, summoned eighty-eight thousand Khornate demons to possess it, shaping this terrifying giant.

The only problem was that with so many demons crowded into the same body, the boy's original will was naturally torn to shreds, becoming completely insane. In terms of will, he was no different from a Chaos Spawn—a pure beast with only the primitive desire to spread slaughter.

Erebus had created four such terrifying giants, each blessed by Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle, though the two Chaos giants blessed by Slaanesh and Nurgle were relatively weak.

There were even more blasphemous and filthy Chaos corruptions entrenched on this planet, shaping the entire world into Erebus's slaughterhouse, almost impregnable.

But creating these four Chaos giants and corrupting this entire planet was not Erebus's ultimate goal.

Such a massive sacrifice was meant to please the gods and speak directly to them, but...

Tzeentch's response was: Busy, in a hurry to train, doing squats, believe in you, remember to exercise daily and always be full of hope.

Slaanesh indicated that letting Lucius act as he pleased was already His bottom line, and not to contact Him in the future; He was afraid Saint Doraemon would misunderstand.

Nurgle indicated... Mortarion prevented Nurgle from replying to Erebus because messaging was not allowed during class, and threatened that if Erebus disturbed Professor Mortarion's teaching again, he would let him taste the flavor of the Barbarus Black Hand.

This made Erebus a bit flushed with anger.

He was the Hand of Destiny, the one most favored by the gods in the past, the mastermind behind the Great Heresy, the great Son of Chaos, Erebus.

Now, among the Four Gods, Slaanesh and Nurgle had clearly rejected Erebus, and Tzeentch was busy with his own affairs and could only provide limited help.

Erebus could only pin his hopes on the last God-Emperor, the Blood God Khorne, to provide him with help.

The thick scent of blood permeated Erebus's surroundings. The intense Warp fluctuations generated by the sacrifice of eight hundred million people converged into a blood-colored storm, hovering above the firmament, dyeing everything in sight orange-red.

The smell of blood was so pungent and sharp that it made Erebus feel dizzy, his blood vessels throbbing and his muscles aching.

In the sky, a savage and terrifying figure was reflected in the blood-red storm.

It was a crimson, blood-bathed God-Emperor sitting on a brass throne, with one leg crippled.

Looking at the crippled Khorne, Erebus secretly thought to himself that things were bad.

The Blood God's state also seemed a bit off.

Damn it, why had all the gods become like this?

Erebus was already prepared for Khorne to hang up the prayer directly.

"Speak!"

The Blood God's voice was deafening, making Erebus feel dizzy.

"I still have a cruel blood battle to attend to!"

Khorne was referring to the intensifying battle in his thigh; the bullet transformed from the Crone Sword was continuously conducting the Emperor's power, and more and more Penitent-Engine-like entities were crawling out, fighting with Khorne's demonic army. Khorne really had no intention of paying attention to Erebus.

But Erebus's achievements were something Khorne had to acknowledge.

Not to mention that the Great Heresy itself was pushed by Erebus, and Kharn, who was quite favored by Khorne, also became Khorne's Champion under Erebus's promotion.

So, even though he didn't have much energy, Khorne still spared a little bit of energy to pay attention to Erebus.

Erebus immediately felt that the Blood God was truly a loyal god; he almost shed tears.

"My master, the most powerful spirit, the spirit of rage, your humble servant Erebus prays to fulfill one of the rewards you promised ten thousand years ago."

This was Erebus's biggest trump card. The gods had given him many promises due to his achievements in the Great Heresy, and he could ask the gods to fulfill those promises whenever he needed.

"..." The Blood God responded to Erebus with silence.

His silence made Erebus's scalp tingle.

"... That is a great, dignified warrior. He wounded my thigh and gave me endless war. What reason do I have to be biased toward you?" the Blood God questioned.

"Exactly, my master, that is a great existence, incomparably powerful."

Erebus hurriedly bowed to explain:

"I am challenging that one with courage, fighting to make that one return to the position where he should be."

"Fighting the strong with the weak, not giving up the fight because of frailty—isn't this exactly your Eightfold Path of Blood?"

"Moreover, it is precisely because you promised me due to my achievements——————"

"My promise does not mean I have to fulfill it." The Blood God roared, interrupting Erebus.

The air solidified again in an instant. Erebus opened his mouth, unable to say a word for a moment.

The Blood God also seemed to realize that saying it this way was not very good.

He turned and spoke to Erebus: "I can give you help, allowing you to gain the power to fight against Saint Doraemon."

"But you must offer me a new, worthy champion for the blessing, just as you once offered me Kharn."

Angrath and Skarbrand were dead, and Kharn was left free by the Blood God. The Blood God needed a new Champion to act on his will.

"..." Erebus felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a lump of himself.

There were many people serving the Blood God, and many willing to throw themselves into the Blood God's embrace, but very few were worthy of the Blood God's blessing.

Because the Blood God did not allow cowardice, but warriors with courage rarely betrayed the False Emperor.

"I can only create opportunities for you." Erebus said as respectfully as possible: "I still need you to give me help first."

The Blood God's laughter, filled with madness, rang in Erebus's ears. He seemed to be mocking Erebus.

"Fine." The Blood God roared: "I will give you help."

Erebus showed a joyful expression, kowtowing to thank the Blood God for his help.

But... but a flash of cunning crossed the Blood God's eyes.

He promised to give help, but he didn't say this help would only help Erebus.

Whether Saint Doraemon or Erebus could get this help was still uncertain.

The Blood God only craved more cruel battles, more intense conflicts, and a new Champion who could act on his will.

His help would only make the conflict more intense; the rest was not important...

Ever since he snatched more domains regarding strategy and tactics from Tzeentch's realm, the Blood God felt his brain getting better and better.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 461 =====