Chapter 512

The Tuchulcha Engine nodded slightly, spitting out a clear syllable from its mouth: "Good."

This sound was simply as pleasant and melodious as fairy music in Erebus's ears.

The three artifacts of the Old Ones possess the instinct of aggregation; the Tuchulcha Engine, the Plague Heart, and the Ouroboros thirst to reunite, combining to form the ancient artifacts of the Old Ones.

It must be precisely for this reason that the Tuchulcha Engine would actively help Erebus.

Sure enough, sure enough, he, Erebus, is the one favored by fate.

He will not die, he will absolutely not die!!!

"Tell me the location of the Plague Heart..."

The Tuchulcha Engine opened its mouth slightly and said:

"Bring the Plague Heart... together..."

The Tuchulcha Engine's words were fragmented, seemingly without much wisdom, only the instincts of a child.

Erebus's desire to survive overwhelmed everything; he immediately told the Tuchulcha Engine the location where the Plague Heart was stored.

The Tuchulcha Engine nodded slightly; scorching electric light flickered around it, and the continuity of time and space was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

Then this one of the Old Ones' artifacts disappeared from the Dark Angels' fortress in the blink of an eye.

The Tuchulcha Engine had established a certain degree of friendship with Lion; it was a collaborator of the Dark Angels, reaching cooperation with Lion with the maximum degree of mutual trust, not a slave or possession of the Dark Angels; the Dark Angels did not build some kind of blockade equipment around it, nor could they block the Tuchulcha Engine, which was a creation of the Old Ones.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Tuchulcha Engine's figure appeared deep within Luther's flagship, on that living small planet made of flesh and blood.

That was the Plague Heart, also one of the three artifacts of the Old Ones.

The child's corpse controlled by the Tuchulcha Engine slowly squatted down, stroking the small planet under its feet.

"Plague Heart... ten million years... finally reunited."

Erebus did not pay attention to the Tuchulcha Engine's side.

Because Khârn, burning with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's flames and wings spread, had killed his way to Erebus's front.

The avenger looked down at Erebus; Raum and Khârn's eyes carried a kind of cold killing intent.

Erebus grinned and laughed out loud: "Idiots, do you two really think you can kill me?"

"I am the hand of fate, I am the child of Chaos, I am Erebus, I am destined to——————"

Gorechild broke through the air, falling fiercely, smashing onto Erebus's face, and blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Erebus screamed, wailed, but Gorechild's roar covered his wailing, the chain continuously sliding over his face skin, rolling away the flesh and blood engraved with the content of the *Book of Lorgar*, continuously hitting Erebus's skull, making Erebus's skull full of the sound of chain vibration, making his brain shake violently, bringing intense pain and torture.

"Come save me!!!"

"What are you doing!!!!"

Erebus screamed at the Tuchulcha Engine standing on the Plague Heart.

The child's corpse controlled by the Tuchulcha Engine slowly stood up; its glowing eyes were no longer dazed, but became cunning and full of wisdom.

The voice it spoke was no longer stuttering, becoming fluent and smooth.

"Stupid primitive."

The Tuchulcha Engine stretched out its hand, pointing a middle finger at Erebus with its thin fingers:

"We indeed thirst for aggregation, but the people who hope for us to aggregate can line up from one side of the galaxy to the other."

"Then why should we aggregate in the hands of a disgusting thing like you?"

"The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, Vashtorr, Doraemon, aren't they all better choices than you?"

"Say hello to Lion for me, ignorant and stupid primitive."

As the words fell, scorching electric light wrapped around the Plague Heart, tearing the structure of reality, and then whether it was the Tuchulcha Engine or the Plague Heart, they disappeared from this system in the blink of an eye, without a trace.

Erebus was stunned, but Khârn and Raum didn't give him much time to think clearly about the current situation.

Gorechild moved with a bang, smashing fiercely onto Erebus's face, which had been completely skinned, smashing toward the wall beside him.

Erebus smashed onto the wall like a piece of rotten meat, his skinless face drawing an ugly bloodstain on the wall.

He fell to the ground, struggling to escape, but Gorechild fell, fiercely shattering his legs.

Khârn stood behind him, watching Erebus with cold silence.

"Spare me Khârn spare me..." Erebus screamed in terror:

"No, you don't understand, that is the will of the gods, your fall into darkness is an inevitable ending, your stepping onto the Eightfold Blood Path is also inevitable."

"Argel Tal was just blocking you, I helped you clear the obstacles, only then could you become the Blood God's champion!!!"

"And ten thousand years have passed, ten thousand years!! What hatred cannot be forgiven!!!"

Khârn looked down at Erebus's ugly posture, listening to Erebus's words; he suddenly remembered those words the Seed of Destruction said to him.

"Can a ten-generation feud be avenged?"

"Even a hundred generations can."

Khârn's tone was cold and silent.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a little bit, and some color finally appeared in his originally empty, black-like eyes.

He felt a little fulfillment; his mind, which had been tortured to emptiness by the Butcher's Nails and the Blood God's blessing, finally had something again.

"I am willing to pay the price, I can... I can help you become gods..." Erebus begged miserably.

"I don't care." Khârn answered like this, then turned his head to look at Raum: "Do you care?"

"I just want him to die." Raum growled in response.

"Then let him die." Khârn nodded, agreeing.

Gorechild fell with a bang, knocking on Erebus's back, crushing his torso, tearing his spine, and mashing his internal organs.

Erebus screamed miserably, not daring to believe that he was truly dying.

No, it shouldn't be like this; he clearly should have become one of the gods; he is the child of Chaos after all...

Erebus screamed, hysterical screaming.

"Khârn! What do you know!!!"

"Do you think killing Argel Tal was my will?!"

"It was the Blood God!! The Blood God thirsted for your fall!! And Argel Tal would stop all of this!!"

"It was the Blood God's will that made me kill Argel Tal!!! Khârn!!!"

"Oh." Khârn responded coldly, Gorechild fell, smashing fiercely onto Erebus's head.

Boom!!!!

Erebus's head exploded like a watermelon under Khârn's chain-axe, brains splashing all over the ground, extremely shocking.

Erebus's soul screamed, wanting to escape into the Warp, but his soul was swallowed by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's raging flames on Gorechild in the blink of an eye.

Raum roared and laughed, exploring more than half of his broken body from Khârn's body, biting Erebus's soul, tearing it into complete fragments, and then swallowing it into his belly mixed with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's flames.

Looking at Erebus's corpse on the ground, Khârn had no expression; he looked very calm.

He slowly turned around; Lion El'Jonson and Nobi Daixiong stood behind him; they didn't intervene when he was taking revenge on Erebus.

Khârn nodded, thanking him silently.

Then his gaze slowly raised, looking into the highest heaven, looking at the Blood God who had been looking down at all this from the beginning, and who let out admiration and wild laughter when Erebus died.

"Khârn." The Blood God's voice was deafening.

(End of chapter)