Chapter 520: Momotaro Dumpling

Angerong's twin axes crossed as they slashed toward Kahn, the chainsaw tearing through Kahn's flesh.

But Kahn's figure shifted in an instant, as if fate had veered in the most rugged corner.

Laum did not eat so many Tzeentchian Daemons and Erebus for nothing.

Relying on the power of the Greed Dissolution Domain, he learned Erebus's technique of using Tzeentchian Daemons to bear his own fate.

But he could not substitute death like Erebus; at best, he could only substitute injury.

In the blink of an eye, the one wounded by Angerong's twin axes became the grotesque, mangled Laum.

Laum looked at Angerong with a mocking gaze, or rather, at the Blood God behind Angerong.

Unlike Kahn, he knew from the start that the death of Anger Th had the Blood God's hand behind it.

This was why he willingly accepted the power of the Dark King and lay hidden in the Blood God's grasp.

Finally, fate granted Laum luck.

He not only completed his revenge on Erebus but also had the chance to retaliate against the Blood God himself.

Laum had devoured vast numbers of Wrestling Harpies and Tzeentchian Daemons, acquiring some Tzeentchian Daemon traits, allowing him to serve as a Tzeentchian Daemon to bear fate.

He bore the fate of Kahn being struck by Angerong.

The Spinebreaker and Bloodaxe plunged into Laum's twisted, mangled flesh, yet the mocking smile on his lips remained unchanged.

He feared no death, not even the total death that other Daemons fear.

The Ritual Dagger is one of the few things, aside from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Psychic Power, that can utterly kill a Daemon.

The Ritual Dagger that killed Anger Th back then had nearly destroyed Laum's existence.

It was purely the psychic waves generated by Anger Th's death and his vengeful obsession that sustained Laum's existence.

He feared no death; he had already died on the day Anger Th died.

But at the final moment when Kahn made Laum substitute the injury, he exerted all his strength to avoid the vital points; this axe strike, though causing Laum excruciating pain, was not instantly fatal.

Kahn's figure emerged from Angerong's side; at this very moment, he had severed his union with Laum, reverting to a form and appearance closer to a normal human.

He wielded Blood Son, slashing toward the wound on Angerong's neck left by Korga.

But Angerong's extremely fast reaction speed caused him to turn instantly, his Blood Father thrusting straight toward Kahn's forehead.

Father and child were so close.

Kahn smelled the scent of red sand; it was the scent on Angerong, the scent of Nuceria.

This scent seemed to stimulate Kahn's nerves, causing fragmented memory shards to flow through his mind.

In these memory shards, it seemed he had sparred with Angerong, seemed he had been taught by Angerong.

But this was utterly impossible; how could Angerong teach his offspring?

Angerong had never once taught the World Eaters how to fight.

Just as the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang had never taught Angerong.

Thus, all of Angerong's martial arts were essentially derived from the arenas of Nuceria; they were gladiator's arts.

The arena was a performance of blood; the audience sought extreme sensory stimulation, pursuing more blood and wounds.

And the gladiators took pride in their wounds, seeking victory amidst danger, often ignoring defense during attacks, tending to exchange injury for injury.

This thought suddenly surfaced in Kahn's mind.

He had seen Angerong's axe strike.

His father had once taught him how to counter this axe strike.

Exchange killing for killing, exchange blood for blood.

Korga must have discovered this back then, which is why he left a wound on Angerong's neck.

Kahn suddenly smiled; he lunged at the incoming Blood Father with almost no hesitation.

Blood Son grazed the edge of Blood Father, sending a shower of sparks flying.

Ten thousand years, Blood Son and Blood Father had never been this close.

Kahn laughed wildly, allowing Blood Father to slash into his flesh, cutting open his body.

But Kahn thereby broke through the defense of Angerong's axe blade, driving Blood Son toward the wound Korga had left in days of old.

Blood Son sank into that wound, slicing through flesh; moist blood flowed down. Ten thousand years ago, the wound left by Korga helped Kahn slash into Angerong's neck.

The Lord of Red Sand instinctively opened his blood-filled maw, emitting a painful roar and bellow.

"Father."

Kahn, severed at the waist, spoke softly:

"I have won."

The glutinous rice dumpling hidden in his palm shot from his fingertips, entering Angerong's mouth.

Then, Kahn's mangled body fell from mid-air, slicing through the blood-scented air, and crashed heavily onto the sandy ground.

Sand dust scattered in all directions, yellow mist filling the air.

Blood flowed continuously from his body, staining the sand red and warming the sand.

Kahn lay there, gazing up at the sky filled with rolling, boundless blood clouds, feeling the sand envelop his body.

That strange warmth was like a father's embrace, like the warmth Kahn had never known in his entire life.

It seemed someone had once made a wish, wishing that Kahn could tread upon a warm expanse of red sand.

At this very moment, that wish was fulfilled.

It turned out the warm red sand was dyed red with blood, warmed by blood.

He suddenly understood, and the corner of his mouth could not help but curve upward slightly.

He knew that the moment the glutinous rice dumpling entered Angerong's mouth, his victory was already secured.

Kahn rarely trusted a person or a thing.

But he believed in the power of Saint Doraemon's gadgets.

【Gadget Name: Momotaro Dumpling】

【Origin: Earth of the 22nd Century — Future Department Store】

【Production Time: 261. m3】

【Function: Shaped like a glutinous rice ball; once fed to anyone or any animal other than the user, the recipient becomes docile and tamed, obeying any command from the feeder, with an effective duration of thirty minutes.】

Angoron, who had fallen from the sky into the sand, clutched his head tightly; the glutinous rice ball dissolved instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that surged into Angoron's brain and throughout his entire nervous system,

the Butcher's Nail buzzed and roared, sensing its rule being shaken, and poured all its strength into unleashing boundless rage and pain upon Angoron,

but this rage and pain could not at all counteract the warm current brought by the glutinous rice ball,

even as a product of the Dark Technology Era, it could not erase the effect of a secret gadget from the 22nd Century,

the warm current spread through Angoron's brain, a sensation of docility and tranquility radiating from his mind, replacing that rage, pain, and sorrow with calm,

Angoron's eyes instantly became clear, and the abilities he had once lost returned after the rage subsided,

emotions from the surroundings surged toward him; Angoron sensed Khan's emotions and instinctively let out a faint wail,

"Khan... my child."

The instant Angoron whispered these words, the Blood God atop the Brass Wang Zuo suddenly widened his eyes,

the connection between him and Angoron had been severed for no reason,

now Angoron no longer belonged to him.

"Liar!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)