Chapter 494

"Murder."

Erebus whispered, pulling the ritual dagger from Titus's back; the bright red blood couldn't cover the vicious brilliance flashing on the obsidian blade.

Erebus had once again completed the thing he was best at, offering a precious Chosen to the gods.

This caused a smile to hook onto the corner of Erebus's mouth.

It was not just because this could please Khorne and let Erebus gain more favor, but also because Titus, corrupted into a Khorne Chosen, would become a precious combat force, in turn helping Erebus slaughter the Loyalists.

In Erebus's view, Titus's corruption was already a foregone conclusion.

After all, even Horus couldn't withstand the corruption brought by the ritual dagger.

Not to mention that the rage implanted in his body by the Blood God also drilled into Titus's body along with the ritual dagger.

The Blood God personally took the field to corrupt him; could he still run away?

Couldn't, right?

Erebus thought of Sanguinius, thought of Rogal Dorn...

No, no, no, Titus is just a mere ordinary Ultramarine, a dismissed Second Captain, how could he be compared to a Primarch?

Erebus thought of the thousands of Blood Angels, thought of Mephiston, thought of Dante, the Blood Knight...

No, these were not the Blood God personally taking the field to corrupt, just some Great Demons or indirect corruption.

Even if the Blood God really couldn't corrupt Titus, he could still imprison Titus's will and make Titus unable to escape, right?

"Beast! How dare you!!" Kaso's roar rang out from behind Titus.

This Death Company Dreadnought flew into mid-air at a speed completely inconsistent with his size, pouncing toward Erebus.

"I liberated him, Dreadnought."

Erebus's fingers moved slightly, and a group of Tzeentch Demon Screaming Flying Sharks crawled out from the void, blocking between Kaso and Erebus.

"I let him get rid of the False Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's shackles, I let him step onto the Eightfold Path of Blood; he will become a vessel of eternal rage because of me, never dying, forever powerful and angry."

"Kaso, the dead one, I can give you the same gift, come chant: Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

"Offer your mother's brass toilet, does the Blood God want his Kaso daddy's s***!" A deafening sound came from the loudspeaker on Kaso's body, his arms danced, crushing those Screaming Flying Sharks in the blink of an eye, and he landed heavily on the ground.

Erebus quickly pulled away from Kaso, hurriedly summoning a group of Bloodcrushers from the void again; this group of Bloodletters riding steel bulls wielded the infernal blades in their hands, crashing toward the Death Company Dreadnought.

The power claw in Kaso's hand rotated and roared, grabbing a steel bull and crushing it along with the Bloodletter riding on it.

Another Bloodcrusher took the opportunity to bypass Kaso's power claw, taking the opportunity to drive the steel bull and stab its blade horns into his armor.

Kaso didn't waver at all, directly swinging his arm and smashing the steel bull and Bloodletter away.

"Kaso! The dead one! Why do you struggle so hard!"

"Titus has been bestowed by the Blood God and is about to turn into the Blood God's Chosen; if you don't submit to the Blood God, you will only become Titus's sacrifice."

Erebus smiled coldly, mocking Kaso.

But suddenly, Erebus's smile froze for a moment.

Because Titus was gone; Titus, who had just been standing in place, suddenly disappeared.

Slash!!!!

Erebus let out a sharp scream, the power armor behind him was torn by the chainsword, blood flowed out uncontrollably, and "Innocent" greedily drank the traitor's blood.

The Hand of Fate hurriedly dodged, turned around, and filled the wound on his back with demons.

If it weren't for the fact that he had suddenly become vigilant and avoided the vital point at the last moment, this sword could have directly taken Erebus's life.

Erebus looked at Titus, who was standing in front of him.

Titus had become a bit different from before.

He seemed to be shrouded in some kind of dim color, like standing in a deep alley on a rainy night, cold, gray, like a ghost.

He stood there, but it didn't seem so real, full of a dullness that kept flowing outward, spreading a calm creepiness.

He... there was something more in his body.

But Erebus was certain that it was not the Blood God's blessing.

That was something more extreme, so extreme that even the gods were unwilling to pity it. "Not skilled enough yet." Titus said in a low voice, his voice carrying slight regret, regret for not killing Erebus just now.

Erebus had goosebumps all over his body, and inexplicable fear spread in the depths of his heart.

Titus looked at him.

Then Titus's figure flashed, and like a ghost, he suddenly arrived in front of Erebus.

Erebus saw Titus's eyes at this moment; they were pitch-black, lidless pupils.

A vicious light flashed on the ritual dagger; this Murder Sword still craved to take Titus's life.

Thus the obsidian blade broke through the air, stabbing toward Titus's neck.

But Titus actually seemed to have seen the trajectory of the ritual dagger in advance, dodging the dagger's blade a step ahead.

Erebus hurriedly dodged, but the chainsword in Titus's hand, named "Innocent," had already been waiting in advance in the direction Erebus dodged.

"Punish for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang."

Titus growled:

"Kill for justice."

The chainsword roared, tearing Erebus's body and cutting him in half at the waist.

Blood, thick pulp, and minced meat splattered and surged, looking exceptionally terrifying.

"... Konrad." Erebus, who was split in half at the waist, muttered in terror, feeling unbelievable.

Subsequently, his figure flashed, and the one who was cut in half at the waist became a Tzeentch Great Demon wrestling hawk-man.

Erebus's figure flashed, appearing not far away, and the tattoo on his body suddenly decreased by one again, with only three left.

Titus gripped the chainsword in his hand tightly, looking at Erebus with cold eyes.

He felt the power in his body.

A part of Konrad Curze was squeezed into Titus's body, providing Titus with a steady stream of cold power.

This power was very useful...

But power was not without a price; Titus's eyes were constantly emerging with layers of illusions.

These illusions continuously showed Titus some cold and dark scenes, showed some terrifying sins, and also showed some future scenes.

But Titus only cared about the future presented in the illusions.

He turned abruptly, the "Innocent" in his hand swung toward his back, hacking toward the shadow that was silently pouncing toward Titus.

Be'lakor's Shadow Blade stabbed out from the shadow and was blocked by Titus.

At this moment, Be'lakor's state was very bad; his body was full of bruises, one arm was broken, the wounds were burning with streaks of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's fire, his eyes were wide open and full of bloodshot, and blood was flowing out of his ears, seemingly completely deaf.

(End of chapter)