Chapter 498

The Raven of Omen's cry rang out just at the right time.

Titus's pitch-black eyelids slowly faded, reflecting the last few future scenes.

Among them was the scene of Be'lakor's head exploding under the bullet of that Raven Guard.

Titus understood from the beginning that relying on brute force alone, he couldn't defeat Be'lakor by himself.

Be'lakor was ultimately the first Demon Prince, powerful to the point that even the current Khârn was difficult to be an enemy.

Even if the damage caused by the Great Demon Fatty hadn't fully healed, it was very difficult for Titus to defeat him.

But Titus wasn't fighting alone; that mysterious Raven Guard was always hiding in the dark, looking for a chance to kill with one blow.

Titus relied on the prophecy ability given by Konrad Curze to find the way to create that opportunity.

He hid the psychic power he had obtained, silently accumulated psychic energy, and a psychic lightning caused no small damage to Be'lakor.

Be'lakor's attention was completely attracted by Titus at this time, and the Raven Guard took the opportunity to pull the trigger.

In the future Titus originally saw, Be'lakor's brain had already exploded at this time, his material body destroyed, and he was sent back to the Warp.

But at the last moment, the future in Titus's eyes underwent a rugged and bizarre change, as if a pair of hands had quietly manipulated cause and effect and destiny.

"Be'lakor, I need you to open the door!"

Erebus's voice rang out at this very moment, just at the right time.

"Trash!" Be'lakor turned his head and cursed: "You can't even open a door—"

A large-caliber steel needle spun and stabbed into Be'lakor's shoulder; the flesh and blood condensed by Warp power splashed, and the Anathema's ashes, Astronomican ashes, and Water of Hunger exploded instantly.

The Anathema's ashes inhibited the Warp reaction, the Astronomican ashes caused the Warp energy constituting his body to run wild, and the Water of Hunger gnawed at the moisture in his flesh on a material level.

Be'lakor let out a sharp wail, but precisely because of Erebus's voice, this large-caliber steel needle did not hit his head squarely and couldn't directly take his life.

This first Demon Prince did not hesitate, raised the Shadow Blade in his other hand, and slashed fiercely toward his own arm.

The arm holding the large-caliber steel needle fell to the ground, instantly exploding into a burst of shadows and ghost fire, dissipating.

Be'lakor's face twitched, instantly looking in the direction the steel needle was shot from, the Shadow Blade danced, and a burst of gloomy flames splashed out, stabbing toward that direction.

But Sharrowkyn was an excellent sniper, only firing one shot; after one shot, regardless of whether it hit or not, he would quickly change positions to prevent being hit.

And Sharrowkyn also understood that exposing himself meant he had lost the opportunity to snipe Be'lakor again; he didn't hesitate at all, directly diving into the shadows and heading to a position that needed him more.

Zhou Yun, who was watching this scene through the tracking image mirror, also moved his expression slightly.

This was too coincidental, coincidental to the point of being unbelievable.

The only possibility was that someone had played with destiny, letting Be'lakor just happen to dodge this sniper shot.

The person who could do this kind of thing was clearly... Tzeentch.

It seemed that Tzeentch had digested to a certain extent those domains that were forcibly stuffed into him and were not completely compatible with the domain of the Hellstorm, and had also regained some lost domains, recovering some ability to interfere with the material universe.

However, he clearly hadn't fully recovered and couldn't interfere more directly, just hiding behind the curtain of reality and playing with destiny.

The only thing a bit strange was, how could the traces of changing destiny be so obvious? So rough and unpolished.

This didn't quite look like Tzeentch's style.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

F***ing Tzeentch, how did he do the same thing as him?!

Zhou Yun also used a prop to manipulate destiny, making Erebus become unlucky.

But Zhou Yun's playing with destiny was a move full of wisdom, while Tzeentch's playing with destiny was a shameless villain who couldn't afford to lose and stood on the chessboard himself!

Then now it was to see whether Tzeentch's ability to play with destiny was stronger, or the curse stimulated by Khârn and Raum's hatred with the help of props was more powerful. In the Warp, the Crystal Labyrinth,

Tzeentch was exercising his sore arms, staring at Erebus's destiny with an ugly face.

After a beating, the misfortune wrapped around Erebus's destiny not only didn't weaken but became stronger, already on the verge of a complete outbreak.

Tzeentch used to prefer to adjust the threads of destiny finely like manipulating puppets, but as his domain underwent some changes, Tzeentch discovered a better, more efficient way to manipulate destiny.

That was to beat destiny, to use strong and powerful arm muscles to bend destiny; if destiny didn't submit, then beat destiny even harder.

Exercise muscles, then use muscles to change destiny; sure enough, the way of muscles is the way of change.

Tzeentch, who was satisfied, twisted the trajectory of destiny more roughly and powerfully.

But gradually, he discovered something wrong; some intense, strong misfortune was shrouded over Erebus's destiny.

This misfortune couldn't be broken even by Tzeentch's well-exercised muscles, as solid as a curse accumulated for ten thousand years... It must be because he wasn't strong enough!

Must continue to beat Erebus's destiny even harder!!!

Don't be afraid! Erebus! Your great divine master Tzeentch is here to help you remove the misfortune on your destiny!!

Ga ga ga!! Change-Fate Fist!!

The thick shadows summoned by Be'lakor squirmed continuously; his disciples and the Word Bearers following Erebus were all swallowed into the shadows.

Be'lakor still felt it wasn't enough; those traitorous Knights who hadn't come to the Lightbringer were also dragged into the shadows by Be'lakor.

Be'lakor absorbed their life force and rapidly recovered his body, healing for the most part in the blink of an eye.

He also had no choice; if it weren't necessary, he really wouldn't be willing to waste all the disciples he had accumulated for ten thousand years.

Be'lakor, who had finished healing, didn't entangle with the remaining Astartes, leaving them to the Khorne behemoth created by Erebus to deal with, and quickly arrived at Erebus's side.

Erebus's state at this moment was also a bit bizarre.

His face was pale, his body was swaying, and his eyes were a bit floating. Be'lakor quickly noticed that Erebus's soul was trembling... no, it wasn't the soul trembling, but trembling at a deeper level, causing the soul to react.

Is it... destiny?

Be'lakor noticed that Erebus's destiny was fluctuating violently.

"Don't worry about me, I just have a bit of a headache suddenly." Erebus shook his head violently and said; he seemed to have not noticed his own problem at all.

Be'lakor was too lazy to care about Erebus, turning his attention to the lock on the door.

"What is your name?"

Facing this question, Be'lakor grinned and laughed out loud.

"You still need me to answer such a simple question?"

"My answer is, Be'lakor—"

(Head hurts a bit, the next chapter will be late)

(End of chapter)