Chapter 504

"The offspring of Sanguinius is nothing more than this." Daemon Prince M'kar mocked, the twisted Caliban broadsword in his hand fiercely slashing toward Seth.

Seth's chainsword, Blood-Taker, was placed horizontally, forcefully blocking M'kar's sword.

The chainsword vibrated, and Seth's web of his thumb felt painful, but he did not retreat a single step.

He opened his bloody mouth slightly, revealing sharp fangs pressing against his lower lip; he released part of the Red Thirst accumulated in his body to exchange for powerful strength.

But this was not enough.

The Flesh Tearers were different from the Blood Knights; the Blood Knights had such a severe Red Thirst that their flesh and blood had mutated, and they used this to obtain unparalleled power from the blood thirst.

And the Flesh Tearers' blood thirst was actually not that severe; what was truly severe for them was the Black Rage.

The Black Rage had devoured countless Flesh Tearers over ten thousand years, causing the Flesh Tearers to only be able to maintain the establishment of four companies for a long time, yet they had a large number of Death Companies.

Seth had always relied on his own will to resist the Black Rage, to resist that pitch-black anger, preventing himself from falling into it.

Even after Sanguinius returned and the Black Rage changed, Seth had always instinctively resisted the Black Rage due to the instincts accumulated over the long years.

But at this very moment, in order to fight the Daemon Prince before him who was humiliating the name of Sanguinius, he began to awaken that fury hidden between his blood and flesh, flowing within his soul.

Seth felt that fury coming from the distant past, clearer than ever before, from the moment of Sanguinius's death, spreading along time toward the past, present, and future.

In Seth's eyes, that sorrowful moment emerged, seeing the figure of Horus.

Horus Lupercal roared, his claws strangling Sanguinius's throat, and the crimson angel blood flowed down his arm.

Sanguinius looked gently at his brother, looked at his brother's body filled with Chaos evil energy, and saw the four blasphemous gods watching this moment in the shadows.

The Blood God laughed wildly for the slaughter, the Master of Change giggled because the destined moment had arrived, the Grandfather sighed softly because of the passing of life, and the Dark Prince was immersed in the beauty of the angel's dying moments.

Sanguinius could perceive their existence, could hear their whispers.

Saying: Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne.

Saying: Only Tzeentch is holy, do not be trapped.

Saying: All things rot, all living things are immortal.

Saying: You want to go to bed with me.

The gods bewitched Sanguinius, the gods finally gave Sanguinius one last chance.

As long as Sanguinius was willing to serve, the gods would save him; otherwise, the gods would only gnaw on his soul and share his flesh and blood.

Sanguinius could feel the heavy weight of the gods, could feel their unparalleled power.

With just a soft whisper, the gods would give Sanguinius what they gave Horus.

But Sanguinius's answer was only anger, scorching anger, golden anger, human anger.

He showed them the resistance of humans, stopping only until death.

In the past, when facing this moment, Seth felt only dark anger, anger filled with boundless hatred and no reason, anger from the endless curses of hundreds of millions of people toward this moment.

But at this very moment, Seth felt his soul merge with Sanguinius's, felt Sanguinius's anger at that moment.

That noble anger, anger at the gods, anger at fate, anger at the curses borne by his offspring and humanity.

But in the anger, Sanguinius was also full of hope, believing that even if he died, his offspring and humanity would not be devoured by darkness and Chaos.

Sanguinius knew what kind of fate he would face; he had experienced this execution time and time again in prophecies.

But he still came, because of anger.

The essence of anger is resistance, resistance to fate and Chaos, the hope that believes humanity will eventually defeat the gods, and contempt for the dark power of the Four Gods.

The Archangel came in anger, gladly went to his death, yet was fearless.

That scorching golden anger flashed through Seth's eyes; the figure of the Daemon Prince before him overlapped with Horus and the dark gods.

"Horus!! Face me!!!" Seth roared.

A scorching anger emerged from his body, and Blood-Taker swung, making it difficult for M'kar to resist, and the Caliban greatsword in his hand almost flew out.

At this very moment, the figure of a golden angel vaguely overlapped on Seth, and the angel's wings gently covered Seth.

But this angel did not come here to bless anyone.

He came here to make the enemy of humanity feel anger.

M'kar trance-like thought he was facing Sanguinius himself, freezing in place.

Just at this moment, another power, stronger than the scorching anger from Sanguinius on Seth, surged from the Warp.

That power was cold and dark, completely different from Sanguinius's power; if Sanguinius was like a scorching, clean desert, that power was like a cold, dim dense forest.

M'kar was completely stunned in place; the power of Sanguinius surging from Seth only made him freeze for a moment, while that power made M'kar feel fear.

He instinctively turned his head to look behind him.

Then, Zabriel had already stood behind M'kar at some unknown time.

Slash!!!!

The air was cold and dull, the sound of babbling water echoed in his ears, the lightless forest and the cabin overlapped, seeping into this world from beneath reality.

The giant rock lay before Erebus and the door leading to the bridge.

It was just a mere rock, logically it should not be able to stop Erebus, but Erebus was stiff all over, not daring to take even one more step forward.

Just because on the giant rock, the King of the Forest, wearing dark green power armor, was sleeping with his eyes closed...

Everything happened too coincidentally, so much so that Erebus's brain was completely fried, completely unable to understand everything happening before him.

Even Be'lakor, who was fighting Nobi Daixiong, was stunned, letting out a blank exclamation: "Ah?"

And Lu Se had completely forgotten everything else, directly abandoning his teammate Be'lakor and his enemy Nobi Daixiong, trembling as he took two or three steps toward the giant rock.

"Lion... my brother, my child, my Primarch."

Lu Se's face collapsed, madness appeared in his eyes, and Chaos evil energy surged from his body uncontrollably, turning into four clawing shadows twisting.

That was the Chaos blessing originally residing in Lu Se's body; previously, Lu Se had always relied on the ancient knowledge inherited on Caliban and his own will to suppress it, but at the moment of seeing that figure, Lu Se's sanity completely collapsed, endless regret, guilt, and madness filled his heart, and the gods' blessing completely lost control.

"Lion, I repent to you, please forgive me," Lu Se shouted with a hoarse voice.

Lying on the giant rock was the Primarch of the First Legion Dark Angels, the Emperor's eldest son, Lion El'Jonson.

"Ah!!!" Erebus let out a terrified scream; he finally reacted from his daze.

He stretched out his hands in fear to protect his head, screaming: "Is my head still there?! Is my head there?!"

Erebus feared that Lion El'Jonson on the giant rock would stand up and punch his head off.

But, after a brief moment, Erebus discovered that Lion El'Jonson did not stand up, nor did he smash his head with a punch.

He raised his head slightly in confusion, somewhat timid, somewhat fearful.

Then Erebus noticed that Lion El'Jonson had his eyes tightly closed, seemingly unable to perceive anything in the outside world.

He was sleeping, in a long slumber, and there was a shocking wound on his body; the wound was slowly healing, and he had not yet recovered.

Erebus was stunned, quickly understanding the current situation.

Lion was seriously injured and dying, constantly self-healing in his long slumber, and had not yet recovered.

This was different from what Erebus knew!

Didn't Lu Se say he didn't kill Lion?!

This wound on Lion's body was clearly aimed at killing Lion!

Lu Se clearly noticed this too; he was struck by lightning, trembling as he looked at his own hands.

Clearly, in his own memory, he didn't kill Lion, didn't cause this level of wound to Lion?!

Could it be... could it be that he was truly controlled by Chaos and hurt Lion without knowing it?!

But for Erebus, this was great news.

A Primarch in a long slumber, unable to resist... isn't this just a piece of fat delivered to his door?!

Sure enough, fate was still on his side!!!

Erebus grabbed the ritual dagger in his hand, stepped onto the giant rock, and was about to use the ritual dagger to corrupt Lion.

The ritual dagger had the effect of corrupting the greatest heroes; he believed he could use this dagger to corrupt Lion, just as he had corrupted Horus in the past.

Erebus turned and scrambled onto the giant rock; he saw the tightly closed brows, looked at Lion's already aged face.

Even a Primarch could not withstand the passage of time; this was the result of refusing to accept the gods' blessing and refusing to integrate into Chaos.

But it didn't matter; the hand of fate would now offer another Primarch to the gods, letting Lion integrate into the tide of Chaos.

The ritual dagger in Erebus's hand fell fiercely——————

Crack!!!!

A petri dish was thrown from Nobi Daixiong's hand, shooting between Lion and Erebus's dagger.

The ritual dagger fiercely stabbed into the petri dish; the petri dish shattered with a bang, exploding into glass fragments, and the bacteria within burst out.

It sprinkled onto Lion's face.

Those bacteria integrated into Lion's body, and a burst of cold killing intent suddenly surged from within Lion's body.

Erebus screamed in terror, hurriedly turning over on Lion's body, falling off the giant rock and smashing onto the ground.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding! 'Bacteria that can wake people from sleep for an hour'!" Nobi Daixiong shouted.

(End of chapter)