Chapter 476

"No!!"

Kossolax himself didn't know where he got the courage, why he wanted to say this "no" to Erebus.

Was it Erebus's serious injury that gave Kossolax courage? Was it because he couldn't bear to part with the Conqueror, the ship he had spent so much effort to get? Was it because he didn't want the respectable Lady Sarrin to be harmed?

Or was it because Lady Sarrin's previous words, "The true glory of the World Eaters lies in resistance," influenced Kossolax? Or was it that the World Eater Regent didn't need any reason to refuse to sink the Legion's Gloriana-class battleship?

Kossolax himself couldn't quite figure it out.

Just at that moment, the Butcher's Nails on his head buzzed slightly. Kossolax, who could usually resist the Butcher's Nails with willpower, didn't know how, but he couldn't suppress the anger that had emerged out of thin air from the bottom of his heart, and he refused Erebus's request like a madman.

But after his sanity returned, Kossolax broke into a cold sweat in an instant. He immediately understood that his refusal just now would definitely anger Erebus.

"Actually... there's no need... I'm not..." Kossolax's voice was a little small, and he explained to Erebus incoherently.

"Stupid, I didn't control your spirit just because I disdained to, not because I couldn't."

Erebus smiled mockingly:

"On the chessboard of the gods, you can't even be called a pawn."

"Give the order to sink the Conqueror."

Erebus used the Voice of Seduction. He was a master of this path; even Greater Demons would be controlled by his unquestionable tone, psychic power, and spirit, instinctively acting according to his instructions.

A mere Kossolax, a nameless Chaos Lord, in front of his Voice of Seduction, was completely unable to——————

Slash!!!

The chain saw roared, directly tearing Erebus's face, cutting all the way to Erebus's chest, and was left with a hideous wound by Erebus.

Erebus roared and retreated several steps in succession, looking at Kossolax in disbelief.

The Butcher's Nails on Kossolax's head buzzed and exploded, his expression hideous and distorted, his eyes bloodshot, full of rage burning within them.

He was not controlled by Erebus's seductive words.

"How could..." Erebus spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying, his eyes full of confusion and hesitation.

Kossolax gritted his teeth, and he grinned, revealing a smile that was almost ugly: "Feels... not as good as the Butcher's Nails."

Kossolax only had this one strength. Over the long ten thousand years in the past, the anger brought by the Butcher's Nails hadn't controlled Kossolax, let alone Erebus's mere Voice of Seduction.

But precisely because he had to divert his spirit to resist Erebus's Voice of Seduction, Kossolax was unable to completely suppress the Butcher's Nails for the first time.

The anger that he had always suppressed was awakened by the roaring Butcher's Nails, and the anger like a wildfire almost drowned Kossolax's sanity.

But it was also anger that made Kossolax understand in a daze why he had instinctively refused Erebus's order to sink the Conqueror just now.

It was because he was angry.

Not just at Erebus, but also at Angron, at the False Emperor, at the Butcher's Nails... and even at this so-called destiny that oppressed him, taking away the little glory he had managed to get time and time again.

Ten thousand years of bitterness and astringency, all the pain and struggle, everything turned into fuel for anger, completely consuming Kossolax, and finally driving him to make a completely irrational, unplanned resistance.

He swung his axe at Erebus, he resisted Erebus, resisted this Hand of Fate who claimed to implement destined destiny, resisted the destiny that hadn't reserved even half a place for him on the gods' chessboard.

But that was all.

Blood couldn't stop gushing from Erebus's chest. The wound that had just been healed by demon sorcery was exposed to the air again. His broken spine couldn't support his body, and he fell to the ground like a worm.

This made the Hand of Fate feel immense humiliation. This situation was completely beyond his expectations.

A mere mortal who didn't deserve to have a place in the gods' game actually dared to resist his will.

"Stupid," Erebus was burning with rage: "Go to hell."

That scarlet Khorne giant beast lurking in the corner of the bridge crawled out under Erebus's control. The hundred-armed giant beast wielded various hideous and distorted weapons and crushed toward Kossolax.

The giant beast was hideous and terrifying, and Kossolax's body wearing Terminator power armor looked so tiny and vulnerable in front of it.

In the blink of an eye, the giant beast charged in front of Kossolax. His nose could already smell the bloody and sulfurous scent on the giant beast.

Of course, there was also the smell of death.

At the last moment, Kossolax looked slightly at the mistress on the bridge, who was firmly bound by the chains woven by Erebus with witchcraft, or rather, the Conqueror's female captain, Lotara Sarrin. "I protected the Conqueror," Kossolax's voice carried pride: "Is this enough to be promoted to captain? Captain?"

The Khorne giant beast crushed over Kossolax like a high-speed train, forcibly crashing through the wall of the bridge, setting off a burst of flying steel. Kossolax's body instantly deformed in the collision, every bone shattered, and he disappeared into the depths of the Conqueror in the blink of an eye.

That scarlet giant beast crawled out from the big pit he had crashed into and, according to Erebus's order, killed Kossolax.

But Erebus couldn't be happy. His expression was gloomy; losing Kossolax meant he couldn't order those World Eaters he hadn't been able to control, and couldn't sink this Conqueror.

Erebus gritted his teeth and wanted to find other ways, but there was no time left.

He pulled out the ritual dagger, quickly drew a gash in mid-air, and dived into it with the Khorne giant beast, escaping the Conqueror.

"Ko..."

The bridge was silent for an instant, leaving only the mistress, whose soul was still bound by the blasphemous spell left by Erebus, murmuring in pain:

"Regent Kossolax..."

"Angron... Khârn... save..."

"Behind this gate, it should be the bridge."

Titus and Kaelen, with wounds on their bodies, stood before a thick gate woven from brass and flesh.

Titus held a dowsing rod in his hand, and the rod was tilting toward the brass gate, indicating that the Captain Lotara Sarrin they were looking for was behind this giant gate.

According to Khârn, that Captain Sarrin had already merged with the Conqueror, sitting eternally on the Golden... oh no, the Conqueror's command throne.

So where Captain Sarrin was, it must be where the Conqueror's bridge was.

But now this gate was tightly closed, and there was vaguely Chaos evil energy flowing on it, which didn't seem like it could be easily opened.

Titus nodded slightly at Kaelen, then put down the chainsword in his hand, tugged at the small white glove on his left hand, intending to use the power of the Superman glove to forcibly smash open this door.

"Wait."

But just at this moment, a red-and-pink wooden door suddenly appeared in front of Titus.

Zhou Yun, Nobita, and Khârn walked out of the door.

Khârn's blood-colored power armor was covered with a layer of frost, as if he had just returned from some cold environment.

He had been teleported to the cold void by that twisting and uncertain shadow. Fortunately, Zhou Yun had been watching with the tracking image mirror, and before the vacuum environment could cause harm to Khârn, he had fished Khârn back to the Lord of Light.

Although Khârn hadn't been able to kill Erebus, this operation was still the same as planned by Guilliman and Zhou Yun: seeing Erebus's trump cards clearly, consuming Erebus's accumulation, and knowing who Erebus's hidden allies were.

The first Demon Prince in the Warp, the first mortal to ascend to demonhood favored by the gods, the Chaos Undivided Demon Prince, the Shadow Master Be'lakor.

He was the first to receive the favor of the gods, known as the Firstborn of the Gods, and his strength was once incomparably powerful. He ruled his own empire in the mortal world and the Warp, and was even worshipped as a god.

But he was arrogant and willful, and eventually lost the favor of the gods. Although Be'lakor was still the most powerful among the Demon Princes except for the Demon Primarchs, his power had declined significantly compared to the past, and he was punished by the gods, forever unable to have an independent position in the Warp or the material universe, forever impossible to go a step further and become a greater existence, only able to be trapped in his current position.

Precisely because of this, Be'lakor was full of jealousy, jealous of everyone who was more favored by the gods, Chaos, and the Warp than him.

He fit the definition of a jealous person and was one of the four people in the Emperor's prophecy who were closely related to the fate of the galaxy.

In this way, Zhou Yun roughly knew all of Erebus's trump cards and knew how to take action against him; he would definitely kill him next time.

Zhou Yun gently extended his finger toward the iron gate in front of him, using the authority of the Malicious Craft domain to counter the Khorne evil power entangled on the Conqueror and the machine spirit imprisoned by Erebus's spells.

His hand pushed gently forward, and the thick brass-like gate opened in response, and the dull scent of blood surged from the bridge toward everyone's faces.

Khârn's body moved slightly, his eyes raised, looking at the towering command throne on the bridge.

His speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived before the command throne, seeing countless steel cables extending from the Conqueror, mixed with deformed flesh, piercing into the lower body of the woman sitting on the command throne.

The part below the woman's torso was bloody, deformed, and ugly. Both legs had been crushed and broken by thick steel cables, leaving only a few broken bones.

And her upper body was wrapped in a gray-white uniform stained with blood, and the bloody handprint on her chest had already dimmed...

Khârn stepped onto the throne in two or three steps, his eyes hidden under the helmet staring fixedly at the woman's pale, tired, and painful face. Eight blood-colored chains were wrapped around her neck, almost completely binding her soul, torturing her spirit.

Khârn gently extended his arm, which was deformed like a demon's. He hesitated for a moment, and Raum, who was residing between his flesh, hid back under his skin. In an instant, Khârn's body shrank by a large margin, and his arm returned to a thick, ordinary Astartes arm.

Khârn gently touched the woman's pale cheek with his fingertips.

"Khârn..." The woman didn't raise her head, just tiredly, powerlessly, whispering softly: "You finally came back..."

"I'm back, Sarrin."

(End of chapter)