Chapter 472

Facing this World Eater force that had suddenly teleported before them, Titus showed no fear.

The relic chainsword in his hand, The Innocent, hummed and vibrated, the scent of fresh blood overflowing from it.

The machine spirit hungered for the hunt, the machine spirit hungered for blood, the machine spirit hungered to slaughter the enemies of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

It was as if a thousand Blood Knights were roaring and howling within the blade, eager to continue their unfinished slaughter.

But Titus remained composed; he was observing the enemy before him.

An Ultramarine should not be controlled by rage and killing intent; observing the enemy and analyzing carefully was the true path to insight.

The scent of blood emanated from the four leading Chaos Astartes; their heads were implanted with Butcher's Nails, hideous and terrifying, buzzing incessantly.

Titus had already seen this horrific machinery on Khârn's head and knew how dreadfully it twisted a person's mind, turning them into a monster driven by rage.

"Ha! Running dogs of the False Hua Hua Hua Di Huang!"

A World Eater holding a scepter high grinned and laughed aloud. The top of his scepter was a Blood God symbol carved from brass, with hideous skulls hanging from it. On the power pack behind him, a torch emitting a sulfurous stench burned, its released smoke silently teasing the nerves of everyone present, making them feel inexplicably angry.

He parted his deformed, bloody mouth slightly, spitting out a puff of fresh, foul-smelling air:

"I am the Dark Apostle Korve, the first of the four Blood Lieutenants under the command of Lord World Eater Regent Kossolax, serving the glory of the Blood God——————"

Bang!!!!

Kossolax had great confidence in Dark Apostle Korve.

He was one of the few World Eaters who could maintain a shred of sanity, having even studied among the Word Bearers, mastering eighty-eight types of blasphemous and terrifying killing techniques. This slaughter was the prayer that the Blood God priests offered to the Blood God.

Relying on these slaughter sacrifices and techniques, Korve endured the immense blessing of the Blood God, his body even becoming extremely deformed, every word and action carrying a sulfurous stench capable of inciting a person's desire for slaughter.

But the scene reflected in the blood pool made Kossolax wonder if he was hallucinating.

A loud explosion rang out, and the blood pool swayed.

Korve's body, missing its head, shoulders, and most of its torso, fell heavily.

A large-caliber steel needle had pierced directly through his brain, and then the explosive inside the needle detonated, shattering Korve as a cloud of gray and gold smoke permeated the air.

Standing beside Korve, the World Eaters contaminated by this smoke let out bone-chilling wails; those gifts of the Blood God tore through their bodies as if out of control.

Even those who dodged the smoke were not spared; streaks of silver spray splashed out from within the smoke. Those droplets landed on the bodies of the World Eaters, causing their flesh to instantly shrivel as if the moisture had been drained away.

"Blank ashes? What is this golden powder?"

"And this silver liquid——————"

Butcher Surgeon Lorekai let out an angry roar, and then...

Bang!!!!

The explosion sounded again.

Butcher Surgeon Lorekai's body fell with a thud.

This time, no blank ashes, Astronomican ash, or Thirst Water splashed out.

After all, these three items were very precious, and the sniper hiding in the shadows seemed to have decided that Kossolax's four lieutenants were not worth wasting bullets on.

"Who!!!!" Headhunter Master Shalok issued a savage interrogation, the Butcher's Nails buzzing on his head; rage consumed him as he looked toward the direction from which the bullet had come.

Then, a large-caliber steel needle arrived as expected, piercing through Shalok's head, gently, casually, killing yet another of Kossolax's capable lieutenants.

The only remaining Dimension Smith, Mogriva, fell silent; he discovered that as long as they opened their mouths to speak, a large-caliber steel needle would take their lives——————

Bang!!!

The sound of a steel needle breaking the air rang out, and Mogriva's head burst along with it.

Facts proved that they shot even if you didn't speak.

Kossolax stared dumbfounded at the scene before him.

The most elite World Eaters in the entire galaxy, whom he had accumulated over ten thousand years, were being killed like baby chicks.

"... Nikonar Sharrowkyn, the Mournival Raven." Erebus whispered softly, appearing beside Kossolax at some unknown time, murmuring the name.

"Who?" Kossolax shouted in terror. He turned his head to see that Erebus had already donned his helmet, which was inscribed with rows of blasphemous runes, whipping up layers of Warp evil energy, making Kossolax feel that this helmet was more impregnable than a city wall.

But more than Erebus's helmet, what attracted Kossolax was the name Nikonar Sharrowkyn.

This was a name Kossolax was somewhat unfamiliar with; for warriors who had not experienced the Great Heresy, it was even more impossible to understand the significance of this name.

Raven Guard Nikonar Sharrowkyn, son of Corax, the Mournival Raven.

Kossolax had heard this name during the Great Heresy. It was said that he had once, in front of an entire Legion of Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children, an entire Legion of Iron Warriors, and Perturabo himself, blown the head off the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children Primarch Fulgrim with a single shot, and then brushed his clothes and left, not only unscathed but also taking dozens of Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children and Iron Warriors with him.

It was said that he once killed three Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children captains alone, taking their lives in the blink of an eye.

It was said that he had killed the Slaanesh Chosen Lu Xiusi twice, both times with a single slash to the throat; had it not been for Slaanesh's blessing, Lu Xiusi would have long since returned his soul to the Warp.

No one knew which shadow Sharrowkyn was in, no one knew when Sharrowkyn would pull the trigger; perhaps he was right beside you, perhaps he would pull the trigger the next moment.

The sound of his steel needle breaking the air was the cry of a mourning raven, but except for the Primarchs, no one could hear this sound before death, because his bullets always arrived faster than the sound.

Most terrifying of all, it was rumored that Sharrowkyn had once said: He was just an ordinary Raven Guard, and there were many warriors stronger than him in the Raven Guard, but they had all died at Isstvan.

Thus, some rumored that the ghosts of those Raven Guard who died at Isstvan were all clinging to Sharrowkyn, waiting at any moment to turn into a legion in the shadows to take revenge on the traitors, which was why Sharrowkyn was so terrifying...

"Quick, bring me my helmet!!!!" Kossolax screamed, and the crew hurriedly brought over the rabbit-eared helmet he hadn't worn in a long time.

Putting on the helmet and feeling his head wrapped in ceramite, Kossolax felt a little more at ease.

"How can Sharrowkyn still be alive, it's been ten thousand years?!"

Kossolax looked at Erebus, who was also wearing a helmet, and questioned him.

"Ha, ignorant man." Erebus smiled disdainfully: "Reversing life and death is but a trivial matter for the Holy Doraemon; how could you mere mortals comprehend His great power?"

"Well said, that Holy Doraemon must be on our side, then." Kossolax couldn't hold it in and mocked.

Erebus whispered, and a powerful, terrifying spell surged out from the void, slamming into Kossolax's chest. A wave of intense pain surged, and Kossolax couldn't help but let out a scream, falling to his knees on the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Tiny World Eater, I want you to remember, I am Erebus, the Hand of Fate, and I am not someone you can mock."

"Maintain respect, otherwise I will let you know how many blasphemous and dark spells are in my mind."

Kossolax lowered his head, not daring to let Erebus see the hatred in his eyes.

"What are you going to do? My men cannot resist Sharrowkyn," Kossolax said through gritted teeth, "nor can they resist..."

Through the blood pool, he could see his warriors dying. Without the command of his four lieutenants, they were like scattered sand, easily crushed by the troops led by Kaelen and that Ultramarine.

Especially that Ultramarine, whom Kossolax had originally looked down upon; when he wielded his chainsword, he looked even more like he was blessed by the Blood God than the World Eaters.

Kossolax pondered for a moment and didn't think he had anyone under his command who could stop them.

Little did he know, Erebus laughed in a low voice: "Do you think I was counting on these pieces of trash of yours?"

"I should also let you witness the sophistication of Word Bearer possession sorcery."

Kossolax raised his eyes somewhat strangely.

He remembered that Erebus had once taken many of his World Eater berserkers; the more bloodthirsty, angry, and insane they were, the more he needed them.

Most of those warriors had died, and only a very few, eighty-eight warriors, had survived. But what use were just eighty-eight warriors?

Seeming to notice Kossolax's confusion, Erebus chuckled.

He dragged Kossolax to the teleportation device, softly chanted a few short spells, and commanded the mistress on the throne to let out a sharp, low roar, but she was completely unable to resist Erebus's orders.

The Conqueror's teleportation system activated, and after a few short seconds, it swept Erebus and Kossolax away to a dark ship cabin filled with the stench of blood.

Kossolax smelled the scent of the Warp, dangerous and lethal, making one's hair stand on end.

Before his eyes were eighty-eight cages...

"Kossolax, do you know that the servants who serve the Blood God have a great creation?"

"They have mastered a technique that can allow a World Eater's body to host eight powerful Khorne demons simultaneously. Their souls will fight to the death with the demons, and the victor will be possessed by all eight demons at once, becoming a powerful and terrifying monster. We call this the Eightbound."

Most of the cages opened before Kossolax, and a group of hideous, terrifying, flesh-deformed World Eaters, looking like demons, stood before Kossolax, their bodies covered in alarming blood aura.

"It's not over yet. If an Eightbound is powerful enough to completely subdue those eight bloodthirsty demons and merge with them completely, reaching to a certain extent the level of the Blessed Sons of the past, we call them Exalted Eightbound."

Eight Exalted Eightbound, their bodies wreathed in dense blood aura, walked out of the cages where blood aura was gushing. Their flesh was highly deformed, closer to demons than humans.

"But I am the true master of this path, and I have a more stunning creation."

The last cage slowly opened, and the alarming scent of blood rushed into Kossolax's nasal cavity. Kossolax's body trembled instinctively, fear welled up in his soul, his blood almost boiled, and he struggled to suppress the urge to scream.

"I call this possessed warrior the Slaughterbound, and within his flesh, I have bound a Khorne Greater Demon, an Exalted Bloodthirster."

(End of chapter)