Chapter 489

Sharrowkyn sealed the throat with one sword, forcibly chopping off Erebus's head.

This was completely beyond Erebus's expectations.

Lu Xiusi, that Slaanesh Chosen who had fought Sharrowkyn several times and had nearly been killed by Sharrowkyn several times, had once told Erebus in detail about Sharrowkyn's situation.

In Lu Xiusi's words, Sharrowkyn relied on dishonorable sneak attacks and sniping to defeat him twice.

Erebus believed Lu Xiusi's nonsense at the time, because Lu Xiusi's swordsmanship was indeed very strong, and it was quite difficult to defeat Lu Xiusi in a head-on battle without playing small tricks.

Besides, how could it be possible for a person to reach the pinnacle in sniping, stealth, and swordsmanship simultaneously as a mere ordinary Astartes without receiving any blessing from the gods?

There really f***ing is one!!!

Erebus, whose head was flying into the sky, cursed Lu Xiusi, that pit-digging bastard, in his heart.

Lu Xiusi was clearly covering up the facts out of vanity; I'm afraid the way Sharrowkyn defeated Lu Xiusi was not the sneak attacks and sniping he claimed, but that Sharrowkyn defeated him head-on with swordsmanship.

In mid-air, Erebus's head tilted, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the one whose head was chopped off became another Tzeentch Great Demon wrestling hawk-man.

The blue bird-shaped tattoo on Erebus's body was one less, with only five tattoos remaining.

"Be'lakor! Save me!"

"Only I know how to make Saint Doraemon ascend; if I die, you will only be able to be a slave for all eternity!"

"Save me or go lick Abaddon's feet, you choose!!!"

Erebus roared at Be'lakor, who was trying to open the door.

Be'lakor's expression changed slightly; he had to admit that Erebus was right.

Sharrowkyn's blades danced, tearing open the body of that wrestling hawk-man, and the Raven of Omen's twin swords pressed straight toward Erebus's neck.

Just at this moment, shadows squirmed, and Be'lakor appeared in front of Erebus and Sharrowkyn in the blink of an eye; the greatsword, as thick as Sharrowkyn's person, collided with Sharrowkyn's slender blades.

Sharrowkyn let out a muffled grunt and retreated several steps in succession before unloading the power of Be'lakor's sword.

Although Be'lakor was cowardly and often failed at critical moments, his hard power was not weak.

Having recovered most of the power from his peak period, he was actually the strongest among everyone present.

Theoretically, neither Khârn, the Seed of Destruction, Erebus, the Great Demon Fatty, nor Sharrowkyn could defeat him in a head-on battle.

The reason he was cautious was purely because he had overturned his vehicle too many times in his long demon life.

Even ten thousand years ago, he had a big overturn; intending to enslave Ahriman, the Tzeentch Chosen, he was instead calculated by Ahriman, stepped into Ahriman's trap, and was imprisoned, restrained, and enslaved.

If it weren't for the fact that Ahriman's goal was only to save his brother's soul, Be'lakor would have been completely reduced to Ahriman's prisoner.

Since then, Be'lakor had been much more cautious; unless necessary, he would never take too many risks, hiding in the shadows for a full ten thousand years, rarely appearing.

The Shadow Blade in Be'lakor's hand danced like the wind, instantly suppressing Sharrowkyn; this Aether Blade could flicker between reality and the Warp, ignoring armor to cause direct damage to the flesh, and for a time, Sharrowkyn could only rely on his agile posture to dodge.

Erebus took the opportunity to take out the ritual dagger in his hand and slashed fiercely, instantly arriving in front of the door Be'lakor had just tried to unlock.

"Please answer: What is the gift that Horus loved most, given to him by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang?"

Erebus let out a long breath; this question was too simple.

Anyone—no, not just people, even any demon who had boarded the Vengeful Spirit and participated in the Horus Heresy knew the answer to this question, because Horus would neurotically show off his old gold ring whenever he had nothing to do, muttering about centaurs, gold rings, thirty years, and the first-born son.

Erebus's ears ached from listening to it.

He took a deep breath and answered quickly: "It is the centaur gold ring forged one year before the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was born."

"Answer correct!"

The light gate opened accordingly; Erebus was a little worried that he would still be as unlucky as before, encountering enemies as soon as he opened the door.

So he pinched a spell slightly, and the figure of that Khorne behemoth, which was fighting with the Great Demon Fatty and had been beaten to a pulp, moved, turning into a blood tide that surged toward Erebus.

Be'lakor, who was suppressing Sharrowkyn, had his expression freeze instantly, and the Great Demon Fatty did not hesitate, directly knocking a stick toward Be'lakor's head to relieve Sharrowkyn.

"I f*** Erebus's mother." Be'lakor cursed angrily.

Erebus sneered; as an ally, what was wrong with Be'lakor helping him bear some danger? Wasn't this the use of an ally?

He did not hesitate, and with the Khorne behemoth, he stepped into the light gate in one stride.

The scene before him changed suddenly, and then

Then Erebus found himself standing in a narrow, dim corridor.

In front of him... in front of him were hundreds of Loyalist Astartes...

The Flesh Tearers, wearing dark red power armor and bathed in blood, pulled blood-stained chainswords from the bodies of the Word Bearers, their bodies exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Flesh Tearers Chapter Master Gabriel Seth was leading them to slaughter those Word Bearers belonging to Erebus, and there was even a pitch-black Dreadnought f***ing flying in the sky.

Also slaughtering the Word Bearers were the Ultramarines; those warriors wearing blue armor were rigorously and coldly cutting down the enemies of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and leading them was none other than the former Second Captain of the Ultramarines, Titus, who was craved by the Blood God.

The moment Erebus came out of the light gate, hundreds of warriors turned their heads in unison, staring fixedly at Erebus.

"My lord!! Save me!!" a Word Bearer Dark Apostle belonging to Erebus shouted.

Before his voice could reach Erebus's ears, Seth's chainsword tore through his head.

Erebus's instinctive reaction was to run, to slip away, to avoid them.

With Erebus's ability, as long as the question for the next door wasn't too difficult, he could escape from the hands of these Astartes and head to the next room.

But this thought of his hadn't even risen before it was suppressed by a burst of furious blood energy.

"Corrupt him! Bring him to me! Fulfill your promise!"

The Blood God's voice rang out from Erebus's body.

When Khorne bestowed the Seed of Destruction upon Erebus, he also left a scorching rage within Erebus's body to urge Erebus to complete the things he had promised.

The Blood God did not allow Erebus to retreat; Erebus had to go and corrupt Titus and offer him to Khorne.

Erebus looked at the hundreds of Space Marines pouncing toward him and instantly felt like crying.

(End of chapter)