Chapter 496

Sss-ha...

The scars on Be'lakor's body began to heal rapidly; relying on devouring Erebus, or rather devouring the Tzeentch Great Demon wrestling hawk-man on Erebus, the scars on Be'lakor's body healed for the most part in a short time, and his consciousness became complete again.

Although he still felt dizzy, uncomfortable, and his consciousness was collapsing, at least he wasn't like before, completely losing his sanity and only able to act on instinct.

It was just that Be'lakor felt that his abdomen was a bit wrong, felt his stomach twitching, his butt was a bit itchy, as if something was about to spray out...

But this feeling was looming, and it seemed to be Be'lakor's illusion again... it should just be an illusion, right?

"Bastard! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Destiny underwent a bizarre change; the wrestling hawk-man replaced Erebus and was swallowed by Be'lakor, while Erebus crawled out from under Be'lakor's legs, cursing, looking at Be'lakor with resentment.

Be'lakor only noticed at this time that the bird-shaped tattoo on Erebus's body actually only had two left.

In other words, Erebus had already lost seven lives.

"Trash." Be'lakor couldn't help but curse this pig-like teammate.

If it weren't for getting rid of the shackles of the gods, Be'lakor really wanted to abandon Erebus and defect to Saint Doraemon.

But that Saint Doraemon still refused to become a god; as long as He didn't become a god, He couldn't undo the shackles on Be'lakor.

Erebus's face was very ugly listening to Be'lakor's words.

In Erebus's view, the fact that he lost seven lives was entirely because Be'lakor was unreliable.

After all, it wasn't Be'lakor's problem; could it be Erebus's problem?

For a time, Erebus began to miss Lu Se.

Lu Se was mad, gloomy, and strange.

But at least Lu Se was an honest person, had morals, had character, had integrity, and wouldn't pit his teammates like Be'lakor.

"You still come to block him, I'll go open the door." Be'lakor said to Erebus.

Titus was slaughtering the demons blocking him and Erebus at high speed, like a killing god in the human world.

Those lower demons like Bloodletters, steel bulls, fire demons, and pink-blue demons couldn't block his terrifying chainsword at all.

And Be'lakor actually let Erebus go and block this monster?!

Erebus's expression froze; he was shocked by Be'lakor's thick skin.

"I only have two lives left!" Erebus said angrily.

"Isn't that still able to die two more times?" Be'lakor responded quickly.

Erebus was dumbfounded, and finally gritted his teeth: "As long as you do your best to ensure my safety, I can prepare the sacrifices you need for your future ascension."

Erebus had once promised to help Be'lakor ascend to become the Lord of the Undivided Twisted Realm and become the eighth Chaos God.

And ascension required sacrifices, requiring a strong race with the volume of a galactic hegemon as a sacrifice; this sacrifice could not be inferior to the former Aeldari Empire at the lowest.

In the galaxy today, the Aeldari had fallen, humanity had been reduced to the Emperor's sacrifice, the T'au were weak, and the Dwarves were not worth mentioning, just like their height.

But Erebus still knew of the existence of a sacrifice.

The Old Ones.

The former Old Ones were so powerful that even the huge Warp fluctuations generated when they fell had pushed three gods to ascend, and it still hadn't been exhausted; theoretically, it could still lift the birth of another god.

As long as one tore through time and space through the Three Artifacts of the Old Ones, found the former treasure vault of the Old Ones, opened the "Lock," and found the "Weapon," one could use the Old Ones as a sacrifice to complete the ascension.

Very few people knew about this matter; besides the gods, only a few existences like Erebus and Vashtorr knew.

Be'lakor grinned and revealed a smile; this reward hit his desire exactly. Sure enough, one still had to give teammates some pressure to stimulate their potential.

Looking at the smile on the corner of Be'lakor's mouth, Erebus snorted coldly.

Of course he wouldn't really hand the sacrifice to Be'lakor; that was a sacrifice Erebus prepared for himself.

In fact, Erebus didn't intend to really leave the throne of the Undivided Twisted to Be'lakor either.

The Undivided Twisted, the eighth god position, was the position Erebus left for himself.

Erebus turned and ran toward the door closest to him, while Be'lakor opened his wings fiercely.

As the chains and skulls on his pair of pitch-black flesh wings clanged, shadows like wisps of smoke surged out from them, turning into a black wall in the blink of an eye, protecting Erebus behind him.

At the same time, shadows squirmed, and figures continuously presented from within.

The demons belonging to the Four Gods and enslaved by Be'lakor, as well as the Chaos Space Marines serving Be'lakor, crawled out from the shadows, praising Be'lakor's name and rushing toward those Flesh Tearers and Ultramarines, also attempting to block Titus.

They were Be'lakor's disciples, but these were actually not all of Be'lakor's accumulations.

Be'lakor also had a Chaos Knight family under his command.

But Be'lakor worried that using Knights to fight Saint Doraemon, who controlled part of the domain of vicious skills, would be lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet, so he didn't dare to summon the Knights here.

Otherwise, with the crushing of the Knights' huge size, they could easily eliminate this group of Astartes.

Titus wielded the "Innocent" in his hand like the wind, tearing apart the body of a Chaos Astartes, and rushed toward Be'lakor with thick blood.

As Be'lakor expected, his disciples couldn't block Titus.

The Shadow Blade rolled up a burst of gloomy sparks, slashing vertically toward Titus.

Titus seemed to have expected it, having already raised the chainsword in his hand, easily parrying Be'lakor's Shadow Blade.

The blades crossed; although Titus could rely on his prophecy ability to seize the opportunity, Be'lakor's blade was faster, more rapid, and more powerful, and for a time, Titus was actually suppressed.

"You have only obtained a little power from Konrad Curze."

Be'lakor said mockingly:

"If Konrad Curze himself were here, I might still hesitate."

Although severely wounded and not fully healed, Be'lakor was now in the first tier below the Primarchs, and even if he encountered a Primarch, he wouldn't necessarily be defeated.

On this ship, he, Be'lakor, was the strongest!!!

At the same time, Erebus arrived in front of a door closest to him.

The lock on the door trembled a few times and popped up a question.

This question was very short, very simple.

"Please answer: What is your name?"

Erebus was stunned at first, then suddenly happy.

It was actually such a simple question; sure enough, the bad luck just now was all a coincidence, an accident, an illusion.

He, Erebus, was still the person favored by destiny.

Enduring the joy in his heart, Erebus answered this question decisively:

"Erebus—"

(End of chapter)