Chapter 474

Erebus fell heavily to the ground, most of his head shattered, and there were two bowl-sized bloody holes in his chest, and the Thirst Water drained him into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye.

His corpse fell to the ground in such a broken state, and the spells binding Kaelen and Titus also disappeared.

"Dead?" Kaelen panted heavily, looking at Erebus's corpse and asking.

It stood to reason that after eating an attack of this magnitude, an Astartes certainly had no chance of surviving.

Erebus, the person with the heaviest crimes in the entire galaxy, the mastermind behind the Great Heresy, the chief culprit... was dead.

Kaelen picked up the bolter at his waist and pulled the trigger fiercely.

Six rounds of bolter shells exploded on Erebus's body, blowing his shriveled, dehydrated corpse into a cloud of pale dust.

No reaction; Erebus was truly dead.

"Khârn will be very happy... well, the entire galaxy will be happy," Kaelen said with a slight smile, "Victory celebration tonight?"

Kaelen had always liked the duck blood vermicelli soup transformed by Holy Doraemon's gourmet tablecloth.

He vaguely remembered that Titus preferred sweets; iced blueberries soaked in yogurt were his favorite.

Titus tilted his head slightly to look at Kaelen.

Kaelen's expression also trembled violently.

He suddenly realized one thing: if Erebus was truly dead, then the job of whipping the corpse wouldn't be his turn, and Khârn wouldn't still be hiding in the shadows...

Feathers, blue feathers suddenly seeped out from Erebus's power armor.

"Erebus!!!!"

"You tricked me!!!"

A sharp, bird-like wail came from the power armor.

A hideous bird-headed giant beast struggled to crawl out from Erebus's power armor, spread its muscular, deep blue wings, and flapped its wings as if trying to escape.

This was a Greater Demon of Tzeentch, a Lord of Change!!!

But before Kaelen and Titus could react, half of the Greater Demon's head suddenly exploded.

In an instant, the two thought it was that Raven Guard hiding in the shadows who had pulled the trigger of his mourning-like sniper rifle again.

But soon the two noticed something wrong.

Because there was no gunshot in their ears; the Greater Demon seemed to have been injured out of thin air.

After a short moment, the psychic power on the Lord of Change first weakened, then suddenly went berserk, attacking his own material body, and then he shriveled; his body began to lose water rapidly, becoming extremely shriveled.

This, this was exactly the same as the injury Erebus had just received; the effects of the large-caliber steel needle, blank ashes, Astronomican ash, and Thirst Water were all displayed on the Lord of Change at the same time. He seemed unable to resist, unable to block, unable to refuse the fate that had already arrived.

Finally, two bloody gashes appeared on the Lord of Change's chest, and scorching golden psychic power surged out.

At this time, Kaelen and Titus noticed that the two steel needles that the Raven Guard had shot into Erebus's chest at the end did not contain blank ashes, Astronomican ash, or Thirst Water, but only two thin pieces of parchment.

But on the parchment, a golden name was written in blood and ink, containing scorching and hot psychic power.

This was a change in fate in the most dangerous and rugged corner, a sharp turn of destiny, a clever change of established facts.

This was a complex ritual, allowing a Lord of Change to be hosted in his own flesh in advance, using him as a sacrifice, and at the most life-and-death moment, letting the Lord of Change bear the fate of death for himself.

This was originally a perfect ritual; after all, death did not exist for demons, and bearing the fate of death was nothing more than temporarily losing the material body and returning to the Warp.

But who could have thought that Sharrowkyn's bullets actually contained the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's autograph written in psychic power and blood? The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power was the absolute nemesis for demons, capable of completely destroying demons and making them truly die.

The Lord of Change let out a sharp roar, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power ignited his whole body; every muscle condensed from Warp evil energy was burning.

He cursed Erebus with the most filthy and obscene vocabulary humans could think of, condemning Erebus's betrayal and fraud, but he could not resist the fate of death.

This was a destined, unchangeable fate, just changed from Erebus to the Lord of Change.

Erebus didn't do any useless work to try to save this Lord of Change; he would just contract a new one from Tzeentch later.

The Warp was never short of demons; if he died, there were plenty of demons to do the work.

He quickly crawled out of the Lord of Change's body, took advantage of the cover of the Lord of Change's massive body, quickly pulled out his ritual dagger, drew a gash in the void, and tore open the curtain of reality.

Erebus quickly crawled into it, not daring to stay for a moment, fearing that the mourning gunshot would ring out again.

As for corrupting Titus?

Erebus considered himself to have worked hard enough and could report back to the Blood God; after all, if he hadn't been cautious enough and his accumulation over ten thousand years hadn't been thick enough, he would have already died here just now.

Thinking this, Erebus stepped into the crack. He was very cautious not to teleport directly to the bridge, to prevent Holy Doraemon from having already found the location of the bridge and set an ambush there, but instead temporarily chose a dark and cold ship cabin.

After escaping safely, Erebus let out a long sigh of relief, and the crack behind him closed rapidly... but Erebus didn't notice that at the last moment when the crack closed, in his visual blind spot, a figure had crawled in.

Erebus picked up the ritual dagger forged from obsidian and was about to stuff it into the scabbard inside his power armor————

His psychic precognition alarm bells rang loudly, and he instinctively wielded the ritual dagger in his hand to stab in the direction shown by the prophecy.

The Blood Child roared, the sound of flesh being cut rang out, and the hand Erebus was holding the ritual dagger with was forcibly cut off by the chain, falling into a corner of the wall in the distance.

"Khârn!!!!" Erebus let out a sharp wail. He hadn't noticed Khârn's existence at all before Khârn made his move; only at the last moment did Khârn's figure appear in his prophecy.

Khârn didn't hide anymore either; he took off the Blind Spot Star and revealed his figure before Erebus.

He was clad in scarlet power armor that had completely merged with his flesh, the blood-stained rabbit-eared helmet was as hideous as demon horns, and his bare arms were highly deformed, scarlet like the arms of a Bloodthirster.

"Seeing you is truly pleasing, Khârn."

A gentle smile crossed Erebus's lips:

"You should thank me; it was I who helped you clear the obstacles, so you could walk so deep on the Eightfold Path of Blood——————"

"Shut up, and then die, stray dog." This wasn't Khârn speaking; it was Raum, who was possessing Khârn, scolding him.

Khârn's response was only the roaring sound of the Blood Child running at full speed.

Ten thousand years, this chainaxe inherited from Angron's hand once again felt its master's true rage.

That was not the fake rage triggered by the Butcher's Nails, but the rage born from hatred, accumulated over ten thousand years.

This rage nourished the Blood Child, making it let out the roar it had only let out when it was in Angron's hands in the past.

"Do you think I'm still the same as I was ten thousand years ago?" Erebus raised his scepter to respond.

Ten thousand years ago, Khârn had almost killed Erebus with three axe blows.

Erebus's scepter shattered in response, and the mica dragon teeth embedded in the Blood Child showed their ability, shredding the weapon that had accompanied Erebus for ten thousand years.

"The same," Khârn said coldly, with no emotion in his voice: "Exactly the same."

Erebus spat out a series of blasphemous spells at the fastest speed of his life. In an instant, the air between him and Khârn crackled, and Warp evil winds blew into reality, rotating continuously, rapidly expanding into huge forms of red, green, and purple.

The Keeper of Secrets, Great Unclean One, and Bloodthirster that Erebus had contracted were released into reality. Under Erebus's enslavement, these Greater Demons opened their bloody mouths at Khârn, staring fixedly at Khârn with beastly eyes.

Then Erebus turned and ran, rushing toward the arm of his that Khârn had cut off, trying to get the ritual dagger to cut open reality and run away.

Khârn was indeed very strong, but Erebus was the Hand of Fate, the one most favored by the gods, even capable of enslaving the four Greater Demons of the four gods.

Even if it was Khârn, he couldn't face three Greater Demons at the same time.

Even if he could really fight three Greater Demons, that would at least take time, wouldn't it?

Before Khârn could solve the three Greater Demons, Erebus had already gotten the ritual dagger and opened a crack—————— Huh?

Erebus had only taken a few steps when a hideous, bright red beast head wrapped in blood brushed past Erebus and smashed onto the ground.

That was the head of a Bloodthirster...

Erebus's body stiffened, and he turned his head slightly.

The Great Unclean One's body had already been torn into pieces, piled into a mountain of rotting flesh, slowly dissipating in reality.

Khârn stepped on the mountain of flesh, his body highly deformed, expanded to three or four meters high, and a pair of blood-stained flesh wings unfolded on the back of his hands. The shadow of the huge wings shone on Erebus's face.

Khârn's arm, bare outside the power armor, was no different from a demon's, with chains and flesh growing together, connecting to the Blood Child, while the other hand grew claws, choking the neck of the Great Keeper of Secrets.

The Blood Child slashed, easily cutting off the Keeper of Secrets' head.

The Khorne Chosen tilted his head slightly, looked at Erebus, and the deformed arm pulled the trigger of the Blood Child.

The chain saw, pasted with thin parchment, roared and rotated. The name signed by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on it overflowed with scorching psychic power. As the chain saw rotated, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's flames ignited on the Blood Child in an instant, roaring like a scorching vortex.

Khârn's helmet cracked, revealing a hideous bloody mouth. He seemed to be smiling.

"Praise the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang," he said, "This time, extremely sincerely."

"Holy shit," Erebus clicked his tongue.

(End of chapter)