Chapter 497

"Erebus."

Erebus answered the lock's question and said his name.

And then

"Answer incorrect."

A thunderbolt descended from the sky, stabbing into Erebus's body from the top of his head, piercing through his entire body, and the intense stinging pain made Erebus let out a sharp wail.

Answer incorrect?

How could that be?!

Erebus was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered.

"Erebus" was not his real name.

He remembered.

In his hometown, on Colchis, full of heat and heavy dust, in the small village where he was born, there was once a pious, kind, and promising child.

That child drew scriptures on his face and smooth head, piously worked and prayed to the gods, and was the role model and model in that small town where flies and dust coexisted.

Even that lazy, bloated, and ridiculous woman, the woman he once called mother, would complain: "Why can't you be like Erebus?" "Why can't you become like Erebus?"

He kept his mother's teachings in mind. "Why can't he become Erebus?" This was the only valuable thing said in that stinking mouth of his mother.

Thus, he strangled that pious, diligent child, watched his eyeballs burst, his face turn blue, and watched his sweet, beautiful soul die under his own hands.

Subsequently, he dragged the corpse into the alley, put on the dead man's robe, copied the scriptures on the dead man's face onto his own face and shaved head, left his birthplace, and walked away, stealing the child's name.

That pious, diligent child was the real Erebus; his name and identity had been stolen from beginning to end.

And his real name...

Confusion and perplexity appeared in Erebus's eyes.

He couldn't remember it, his real name, the real name given to him by his fat and lazy mother, the real name that represented his true identity.

How could that be?

When did he forget it? Why did he forget it?

Then who else knew his real name?

Erebus stared at the question on the lock, trembling all over, his face ugly.

He realized one thing.

The gods, only the Chaos Gods knew his real name.

Real names have unique significance; the name itself has power.

As long as one chants a demon's real name, one can greatly weaken the demon; as long as one knows the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's real name, one might even have the opportunity to murder the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Similarly, the real name also had great significance to Erebus.

Especially in the situation where Erebus had been wearing a fake name and fake identity for over ten thousand years, and everything depended on this fake identity.

Cold sweat surged on Erebus's head; the gods knew his real name, which was equivalent to grabbing a noose wrapped around Erebus's neck.

As long as the Four Gods were willing, exposing Erebus's fake identity and chanting Erebus's real name could directly strangle Erebus.

Erebus had been a slave of the gods from beginning to end, deeper than the degree of enslavement of the Demon Primarchs, and deeper than the degree of enslavement of Be'lakor.

At this moment, he felt great fear, suddenly realizing that he had been played by the gods from beginning to end.

"No, there is still a chance." Erebus whispered: "As long as I can let Saint Doraemon ascend and open the path of ascension blocked by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, I can become a member of the gods myself and get rid of their control."

Erebus regained his passion in the blink of an eye, and the fear just now was thrown behind his head extremely smoothly.

Some mocking sounds and some bird calls rang vaguely in his ears, but Erebus instinctively ignored those sounds.

In the Crystal Labyrinth of the Warp, Tzeentch, while exercising and digesting the domains forcibly stuffed in by Slaanesh and Khorne, flicked his fingers slightly; on his fingertips were chains sewn with Erebus's real name, and he used this to manipulate Erebus's destiny and mind.

With continuous exercise, Tzeentch had digested more than 80% of the new domains and regained some of the domains lost previously; his state had recovered quite a bit, and he could already make some slight interference with the material universe.

He manipulated the destiny of Erebus and Be'lakor.

Perhaps other gods would call Erebus a slave, but the word slave is too presumptuous; Tzeentch preferred to call him a Chosen.

Slaves can still realize that they are being enslaved and might resist, might not cooperate, might slack off, while the Chosen are much better; they will mistakenly think they have free will, mistakenly think that their actions are all free, all out of their own will, and will not think of resisting at all, only fully cooperating with Tzeentch's actions, enthusiastically serving Tzeentch's plans.

Ahriman is like this, Be'lakor is like this, and Erebus is also like this.

Be'lakor wielded the Shadow Blade in his hand, suppressing Titus.

There were some wounds cut by the chainsword on his body, but they were not serious.

On the contrary, the power armor on Titus's body had already appeared with terrifying cracks.

If it were the old him, he would probably have fallen at this moment.

But the power bestowed by Konrad Curze was continuously accumulating in his body; that cold Warp power made his body tougher than before.

"I really don't understand how the Blood God could choose you!"

Be'lakor's jealousy was at work, looking at Titus, who was always passively defending by relying on his prophecy ability, and let out a mockery:

"Coward, a brat who only dares to dodge."

Titus ignored Be'lakor's mockery completely; he looked at Be'lakor with cold eyes, and the future scenes were continuously reflected in his pitch-black, lidless pupils.

Be'lakor was angered by Titus's attitude, and the Shadow Blade in his hand slashed toward Titus in a more rapid way.

But I don't know if it was because the movement was too big, Be'lakor's abdomen twitched, and he felt unbearable pain.

Be'lakor's movement stopped suddenly in mid-air, and his whole face revealed strangeness and embarrassment.

Titus seized this brief moment of opportunity; his pitch-black eyes looked at Be'lakor's head, and the psychic energy that had been continuously condensing since the beginning of the battle was vented out. His will instantly solidified into a cold spherical lightning, which exploded on Be'lakor's head with cold electric light.

The twisting electric light directly pierced Be'lakor's eyeball, exploded his flesh, and the intense pain made Be'lakor retreat repeatedly, falling on the ground on his butt, letting out a sharp wail.

"You bastard!!!!"

Be'lakor growled sharply; his head was blown open for the most part, bleeding continuously, ugly and embarrassing.

And Titus also revealed exhaustion; having consumed a large amount of psychic energy, his body became stiff and difficult to move.

Be'lakor raised the Shadow Blade with hatred, about to kill Titus—

Boom!!!!

At the moment Be'lakor's mind was shrouded in rage and his attention was attracted by Titus, the Raven of Omen's cry rang out suddenly...

"Be'lakor, I need you to open the door!" Just at this moment, Erebus's voice also rang out from behind the shadow curtain at the same time.

(End of chapter)