Chapter 488

Be'lakor did not actually intend to backstab Erebus.

After all, he was currently burdened by the curse of the gods, unable to attain an independent status within the Warp, and could only be reduced to a slave, serving those favored by the gods such as Abaddon and Erebus.

Although Khorne and Tzeentch had loosened the shackles of the curse somewhat, they had not completely removed them, and Nurgle and Slaanesh were clearly intending to lock Be'lakor away until he died.

A new god had to be born to break this balance and undo the restraints on Be'lakor; to achieve this goal, Be'lakor still needed Erebus.

The reason Be'lakor invited the Great Demon Fatty to pass through the light gate together was entirely because he did not want to take any risks.

In Be'lakor's view, it was too dangerous for a single demon to face an enemy capable of wielding the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's fire and killing him completely, without even anyone to help share the risk.

After passing through the light gate and reuniting with Erebus, it would be much safer for them to fight two-on-one; when encountering danger, Be'lakor could still let Erebus go up and act as the blade—anyway, Erebus had received Tzeentch's blessing and still had eight lives left; what was the harm in consuming a few for the sake of Be'lakor, his partner?

The only thing that worried Be'lakor was whether this Great Demon before him might be a bit stubborn and insist on fighting Be'lakor to the death here.

A smile appeared on the corner of the Great Demon Fatty's mouth as he nodded at Be'lakor: "Together."

Be'lakor breathed a sigh of relief, turned slightly to the side, and gestured with his hand for the Great Demon Fatty to pass through the light gate with him.

The Great Demon Fatty nodded politely, walked side-by-side with Be'lakor, and they passed through the light gate together.

The scene before them changed, and in the blink of an eye, Be'lakor arrived in another cabin.

And then

Huh?

Be'lakor looked at the figure who was almost like a demon, highly mutated all over, whose chain-axe, wrapped in chains around his arm, was currently spitting out the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic flames.

And opposite him, the famous Khorne Demon Prince, the Seed of Destruction, was locked in a fierce battle with Khârn, the two of them evenly matched for the moment.

Be'lakor's expression froze instantly.

This... this situation isn't right, is it?

How could Khârn be here?

Such a coincidence?

Damn it! Erebus, that pit-digging bastard's luck clearly has a problem!

Be'lakor's initial plan was for Erebus to summon the Seed of Destruction, and with Be'lakor himself, they could take down this Great Demon before them without risk.

But now, it was fine; he still had to bear the risk of being hacked by Khârn's axe, which was burning with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's fire.

The Great Demon Fatty standing beside Be'lakor hesitated almost not at all, directly wielding the ball-and-stick in his hand and pouncing toward Erebus.

Seeing this, Erebus hurriedly chanted a spell, attempting to block the Great Demon Fatty, but...

"Hajimina Merudo Ashihayak!!!"

A sharp, ear-piercing song surged out from the mouth of the Great Demon Fatty, turning into an endless wave that rushed straight toward Erebus's face.

This sound instantly caused Erebus to freeze in place, the incantation in his mouth shattered with a boom, and the psychic energy within his body surged backward in chaos—

"Save me! Be'lakor!" Erebus let out a terrified scream at Be'lakor.

Be'lakor smiled and nodded at Erebus: "Hold on, just like before, you stall him, I'll go open the door." 'I f—' Erebus didn't even have time to say this sentence, because the Great Demon Fatty had already arrived in front of him, and the ball-and-stick in his hand smashed straight down toward Erebus's head.

Erebus, caught off guard, had his head burst open with a boom, and blood splattered all over the floor.

But in the blink of an eye, the one who fell under the hand of the Great Demon Fatty became a dazed-looking wrestling hawk-man, and the bird-shaped tattoos on Erebus's body decreased from seven to six.

Erebus, with almost no hesitation, wielded the ritual dagger in his hand and wove an extremely vicious rune; that Khorne beast, created by Erebus and resembling a hundred-armed giant, crawled out from the void, wielding hundreds of weapons, and collided with the Great Demon Fatty.

The Great Demon Fatty wielded the ball-and-stick in his hand and fought with this Khorne behemoth.

Erebus hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief and looked toward Be'lakor's direction with resentment.

But just at this moment, a locked door suddenly opened by itself, and a light gate appeared in the cabin.

Erebus was happy at first, instinctively wanting to rush forward, enter the light gate, and head to the next cabin.

But just at this moment, an Astartes wearing pitch-black power armor walked out of the light gate.

That Astartes was wearing Mk6 Raven power armor, with "XIX" written in faded paint on the left chest of the power armor, and his helmet, as the name suggested, looked like a raven's head, with a small, toy-like propeller on top of the helmet.

The Raven of Omen, Sharrowkyn!

Erebus's face instantly revealed terror, his whole body stiffened, and shadow-like fear spread in the depths of his heart.

But soon, Erebus suppressed his instinctive fear.

He believed that the current Sharrowkyn was not to be feared.

The only truly dangerous things about Sharrowkyn were his god-like sniping skills and shadow-stepping; this cabin was not large, there was no environment for Sharrowkyn to snipe, and Sharrowkyn himself was already exposed to Erebus's eyes, unable to hide his figure.

When a raven is exposed to the sunlight, it is just a mongrel bird.

Erebus held the ritual dagger, enhanced his own psychic energy, and whispered quickly toward Sharrowkyn.

But to Erebus's surprise, Sharrowkyn actually threw away his sniper rifle at this moment and quickly drew two pitch-black blades from behind his waist.

Stupid!

Erebus sneered; the world only knew the name of Erebus's Hand of Fate, but did not know that Erebus was also a master of swordsmanship.

In pure swordsmanship, Erebus could even barely rival Lucius, not to mention that Erebus had the ritual dagger, this divine weapon, in his hand.

The incantation in his mouth changed instantly, turning into a strand of psychic energy that wrapped around the ritual dagger.

In the blink of an eye, the ritual dagger turned into a pitch-black obsidian longsword.

Erebus used sorcery to briefly make the ritual dagger present the posture of the old Rival Blade.

Back then, Viceroy Tanda was but a mere mortal blessed by Nurgle, yet he could use this sword to harm Horus.

Although the ritual dagger was only one of the eight fragments of the Rival Blade, under the blessing of Erebus's sorcery, it was still more than enough to deal with a Sharrowkyn—

Eh?

Erebus froze for a moment, feeling his perspective suddenly become higher, unable to feel his own body.

Then he saw the propeller on Sharrowkyn's head spinning, and the person had already stood in front of him at some unknown time, the two pitch-black blades in his hand crossed, and directly chopped off Erebus's head.

(End of chapter)