Chapter 499

"Answer incorrect!"

A thunderbolt fell from the void, directly piercing through Be'lakor's body, making Be'lakor stiff and uncomfortable, and the scars that had just healed almost recurred.

Be'lakor opened his mouth, and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

Wrong?

Why wrong?

Be'lakor was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that this question had a pit.

This name probably refers to the real name!

"What do you want to do? Who instructed you to do this?" Be'lakor instantly looked at Erebus with hatred and suspicion.

The real name is the life gate of a demon; Erebus actually tried to let Be'lakor say his real name, which in Be'lakor's view was simply murder!

"I forgot my real name!" Erebus was still in the headache of unknown origin, and facing Be'lakor's question, he was suddenly a bit anxious.

Hearing this, Be'lakor was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but reveal a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He guessed what had happened and said mockingly: "What Hand of Fate, it turns out you are also just a slave of the gods..."

Just after Be'lakor finished saying this sentence, he froze for a moment.

Because he found in a trance that he couldn't remember his real name either.

"How could it be..." Be'lakor said with a dazed expression.

Erebus noticed Be'lakor's expression and quickly understood that Be'lakor's situation was the same as his, and instantly revealed a playful smile.

"What Firstborn of the Gods, it turns out you are also just a slave of the gods." He mocked back.

Then, Erebus turned his head to look behind him and said: "Now we can only find one of our subordinates—wait, where are my subordinates?"

Erebus said with a twitching expression; his Word Bearers were nowhere to be seen, and Be'lakor's disciples were nowhere to be seen, leaving only his Khorne behemoth still barely blocking the impact of the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers.

If it weren't for Sharrowkyn's whereabouts being unknown and Titus being temporarily exhausted, these Loyalists would have already killed their way over.

"... I ate them." Be'lakor answered with a twitching expression.

He didn't expect that he would happen to need those disciples and subordinates.

Be'lakor felt that Erebus was somewhat tainted with dirty things now, otherwise why would his luck be so bad?

Erebus gritted his teeth, whispered a few cold spells, and that hundred-armed Khorne behemoth set off a blood tide in the blink of an eye, briefly forcing back those Loyalists, and then under Erebus's control, quickly crawled to his side.

This behemoth's body was still inhabited by a large number of demons, but Erebus's goal was not to torture the real names of these demons—he didn't have this time at all; those demons would rather die than say their real names.

The only way was... Erebus quickly found the broken child soul that was used as a sacrifice from the behemoth's body.

That soul's flame was already very weak, almost collapsing under the torture of those demons.

Erebus quickly grabbed a few demons, used them to temporarily nourish this soul, and then isolated the influence of other demons, temporarily letting the child's soul recover a bit, regaining a little bit of sanity.

"Say your name." Erebus said to the Khorne behemoth while summoning lower demons to block the pace of the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers. The child embedded in the huge scarlet body raised his head slightly, looking at Erebus with a godless, dead gaze.

Erebus didn't know why he trembled instinctively, but still emphasized again with a seductive voice: "Say your name!!"

"... O... r... l..." The child said with a hoarse voice.

The door lock disappeared accordingly, and a light gate presented before them.

Orl?

Actually the same name as the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's first Warmaster?

No, this must just be a coincidence; Orl is not a unique name, and Saint Ollanius Pius is a Saint of the Imperial Cult; there is no lack of people using his name to name their children.

Facing the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers who were about to kill their way to the front, Erebus didn't have time to think so much, directly taking this Khorne behemoth and Be'lakor, and drilled into the light gate together.

The scene before Erebus's eyes flowed and changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in a corridor.

This corridor was at the high place of the Blessed Lady, surrounded by transparent glass capable of filtering radiation; through the porthole, one could vaguely see the stars in the dark deep space.

The moment Erebus arrived in this corridor, a feeling of joy surged out.

He remembered this corridor.

This corridor led to the bridge.

According to the box's statement, as long as one arrived at the bridge, one could clear the game, and Erebus could directly escape here with the help of the ritual dagger.

But the moment Erebus cast his gaze toward the bridge door, his expression froze.

There was a huge door lock on the bridge door; as long as one answered the question and unlocked that lock, Erebus could clear the game.

But the problem was, on the steps below the bridge door, a figure was sitting.

That figure was not tall, still at the level of a mortal, wearing a cowboy hat on his head, glasses on his face, and a patterned scarf knitted with thick wool around his neck. One hand was wrapped with pink rope, one hand held a lightless toy sword, and a revolver was tucked at his waist.

The shooter who shot the Khorne Chief Great Demon Skarbrand and shattered the Blood God's thigh, the master of cat's cradle who no one in the galaxy could surpass, the master of swordsmanship whose "Electric Dian Dian Guang Wan" was only his limiter, the child born for war, Doraemon and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's common incarnation in the material universe, Nobita Nobi, was standing in front of Erebus.

He raised the cowboy hat on his head slightly, and a cold gaze shot out from behind the glasses, stabbing straight at Erebus.

In an instant, Erebus felt his whole body covered by bone-chilling murderous intent.

He didn't seem to be in a cold cabin, but in a vast desert floating with rolling yellow sand...

"Nobi-style. Broom Star."

The pink-intertwined cat's cradle pierced the air like a star of disaster cutting through the galaxy, shooting toward Erebus and Be'lakor in an completely unpredictable way of movement.

Erebus retreated instinctively, protecting Be'lakor in front of him.

"Bastard!!!"

Be'lakor cursed, but the cat's cradle came rapidly and incomparably; Be'lakor could only bite the bullet and meet it.

He tried to wield his sword to cut the cat's cradle, but in the blink of an eye, the cat's cradle wrapped around his wrist, trapping his shadow greatsword.

Then other cat's cradles quickly stabbed into Be'lakor's flesh, weaving into various forms within Be'lakor's body.

Be'lakor screamed, gloomy flames burned from his body, and he took the opportunity to turn into a burst of gloomy shadows, drilling out from the gaps in the cat's cradle, attempting to press straight toward Nobita Nobi.

Nobita Nobi did not stand up from the steps, just gently gripped the lightless famous sword... Electric Dian Dian Guang Wan in his hand.

(End of chapter)