"It's not going to lead to anything." Sams said.

The wind blew in front of you, and the sky was as red as blood. The clouds are as black as obsidian. There was no rain, the air was not moist, and they gathered together only to rain and lightning.

The ground was burning, smoke billowed as far as the eye could see, and the mountains of corpses and blood were all enveloped in flamesSamus twisted his head, retracting his gaze, and refocusing his gaze on the face of the only enemy it recognized.

The hideous bone surface had become charred, and the forced penetration into the atmosphere from outer space had apparently caused it a little trouble. Since it exists in the material realm, it is necessary to follow the rules here.

The dark blood light flashed from the deep eye sockets, and the monster didn't say anything, but the pair of pitch-black wings behind it began to flap faster and faster.

The demon finally couldn't help it and laughed again.

"Where millions of lives are buried! Such a fitting end battlefield Hey, Shen, how long do we have to land? ”

No one answered its questions, only the increasingly cold wind. A bolt of lightning slammed down from the dark clouds, lighting up the sky, and thunder followed. It didn't hit Samus as a shield, or the monster that was crash-landing on the ground, but it was a start.

After it, a series of lightning bolts fell one after another, as if the gods were wrathful.

The monster changed its strategy and began to spin and circle to dodge the lightning attack. And in the face of those who really couldn't dodge, it raised Samus in his hand and used the demon that was still very large as a shield.

Samus only laughed maniacally, as if he didn't care about it. It endured more than a dozen lightning bolts in a row, and its body, which had been charred and molten by the friction between the flames and the atmosphere, looked even more miserable at the moment.

Muscles and bones were gone, jaws dangling from the beast's head, and the stiff sideburns had melted into a sludge that seeped into its flesh.

But that wasn't the end of it, the monster even threw Samus out just as it was about to reach the ground. The demon tore through the air like a flesh missile, crashing miserably into a ruined wall.

In the midst of the pain and roar, before it could regain its strength, two pitch-black spears fell from the sky, piercing its body in an instant, and then turned into a chain of flames, binding it to the ground.

Seeing this, Erebus reluctantly lowered his arm. The clouds dissipated, the thunder vanished, the sky returned to a blood-red color, but a meteor fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of the chapel, causing the ground to crack as if a natural disaster had descended.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, the darkness shouted in unison, and the ghosts and spirits chanted a name in it, only a single syllable, but they uttered it one by one in a completely different tone.

Some are indifferent, some are reverent, some are angry, and even have carnal desires.

None of this had anything to do with Erebus, the Dark Apostle ignored them, and only cautiously pinched his fingers in the wide sleeved robes.

At this moment, the escape of smoke and dust was suddenly suffocated, and two points of furious scarlet flashed in one of them. A pitch-black light shattered the smoke and dust, and with a conflicting heat, it rushed straight towards Erebath and the Great Impurity, who were standing in front of the chapel door.

The latter didn't react at all to what was going on at the moment. But it also does not need to be understood, because the attackers have no interest in it at all.

A faint blood light quietly bloomed, its color was dull and crimson, like an old wound that had been scabbed for 10,000 years but had never really healed.

It was only at this moment that the sluggish Dolor reacted, and took a step back in fear—his actions allowed him to trip over the collapsed door of the church, and his fat, white body rolled into the church.

At this moment, the statue of the emperor began to radiate light, as if a sun was rising from the church.

Feeling the terrifying heat rising from behind him, Erebus couldn't help but let out a chuckle and looked through an illusory ripple at the monster that had attacked him.

The sharp sword in the latter's hand had even cut through his face, but it could not be saved in the slightest, and was firmly stuck in the air by a golden ripple.

"It's horrible."

Amid the screams and dissolving sounds of the Great Impure, Erebus nodded to the monster and greeted.

"Hello, Lord Shen." The Dark Apostle said politely. "It's been a long time, I thought you could hold on longer."

The monster opened its mouth slightly, and the sharp teeth that were tightly stuck together revealed a small irregular slit from which black smoke escaped.

Erebus's face changed suddenly, and without hesitation, he raised his hands and transformed the golden light into a shockwave-like spell, trying to repel the monster.

He succeeded, but he didn't succeed either. The circular square was transformed into a huge crater as if it had been bombarded by a missile. The masonry turned into powder and floated in the air. Fragments of the human body mingled with the demonic aetheric flesh and blood, wallowing in the mud and turning into abstract splashes of ink.

Despite the enormous lethality, the object he really wanted to hit was not hit at all.

At this moment, it was flying in the sky, coldly looking down on Erebas, with an Astarte tormented back and forth in his arms in his hallucination.

"That spell will destroy his mind!" Erebas shouted with a smile as he stood on the edge of the unscathed church. "Why don't we each take a step back, Lord Shen? I'll unravel the spell for you, and you'll let me go? ”

Countless loud laughs rang out from the darkness, applauding Erebas's provocations and insults, only a few of them snorting disdainfully and disdainfully.

The Dark Apostle took all of these things in his eyes and did not react, at least for the time being.

He lowered his hands and deceptively exposed both hands outside his robe, as if he was about to perform a chaotic magic from the subspace in front of Shen.

At the same time, his shadow silently clinged to his back. It only takes one opportunity for it to become something else.

The monster in the sky looked at him indifferently, as if it had already seen through everything, and shook its head coldly. Black smoke rose from the ends of its wings, and the flames began to spread slowly from beneath its feet, silently enveloping the entire church.

The flames rose up, and under their cold scrutiny, Erebus finally restrained his smile and shook his head with a little regret.

He turned his head and glanced at the Great Impurity, who had returned to the High Heavens, and the statues of the Emperor that had been completely reduced to powder, and without hesitation, he moved his left leg and stepped back into the church.

The light reflected from the broken stained-glass window shone onto his priest's robes, making the smile on Erebas's scripture-engraved face holy and reverent.

He smiled and spread his arms, shouting again at the monster in the sky as if he were enjoying it.

"The shards are inside this church, am I right, Shen?"

The monster didn't answer, just landed slowly.

It stopped in front of the pit, and looked at Erebass in the distance. The Astarte in its arms was still in a terrible hallucination, worn out by the meaningless expanse of time.

It was just such a moment of effort, and his mind had completely sunk. The Dark Apostle was right, and the hallucinations would soon destroy him completely

And the monster killed him before that.

The flames penetrated deep into his chest, destroying life, but also cutting off the torment.

Fury has never had anything to do with salvation, and it can't help the monsters break the horrific magic that is tormenting Iharal. The power of killing has always been used only to kill, which is its innate limitation, and it is also a kind of shackle brought by excessive strength.

The monster lowered its head, just in time to meet Iharal's eyes. He was dying, and soon his soul would return somewhere, but before that, he seemed to recognize Shen

Immediately afterward, he struggled to show a very ugly smile.

The monster raised its head, raised its hand, threw Iharal's body into the pit, and began to walk.

Non-existent flames poured out of its armor, filling the pit in an instant, turning it into a mass of pitch-black stone.

Then the ground began to tremble and rumble, and a stone tablet quietly rose from the stone blocks that filled the pit, with many names written on it, as well as a word written in the Nostramo language.

Revenge.

The monster raised its wings, and the flames burned, turning into streamers and dissipating, but the two merged into one, turning into a dull sword, which was carried by the monster in its hand.

That sword, once called Never Look Back, was a Seiko power sword, a masterpiece, with excellent balance and power. And now, its balance has dissipated without a trace.

The blade became wider, and twisted characters rested on it, the gauntlets were as hideous as the horns on top of the monster's head, and a skeleton roared with its mouth open in the center of the blade.

The monster lifted it slowly, and the flames ignited.

Erepars frowned, turned his head sideways, and glanced at the closed wooden door. When he turned his head back, the ridiculous disguise that had been on him was gone. All that remains is a calm thoughtfulness.

"Sure enough, the night before the work was done was the hardest," said the Dark Apostle. "But have you ever thought about one thing, Shen? Am I really here for this piece of shard? ”

Only this time, Shen's spirit answered his question in the monster's body.

"I don't care." Shen said. "I just want you to die."

Erebus nodded, hooked his fingers, and blasted the illusory whistle with psionic energy. His shadow suddenly jumped out from behind at this moment, and the monster slashed towards it with a horizontal sword, but in the shadow, a right hand as white as mutton fat jade appeared, holding the blade firmly in his hand.

The darkness surged, and the shadow began to passively shape a tall giant appeared in the church, his face was also engraved with scriptures, and the golden light glittered his whole being.

However, it was such a god-like giant, and there was no sanity in his eyes, only a stupid intellect, like a marionette, without any self-consciousness to speak of.

The monster roared, drew its sword back, and then raised it to slash again. Its strength had been greatly enhanced, but the giant held its bleeding right fist and slammed the blade of the sword into a slight block.

It is true that he did not have his senses, and even then, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. The false consciousness that once permeated the skin vanished under the control of Erebas.

The Dark Apostle had already made it clear to the gods that what he needed was not a self-aware pseudo-primordial, but a tool that was handy, useful, and completely obedient to his commands.

The gods granted his request, but three of them were unconcerned, except for the Lord of Change, who inquired in detail about Erebas's plan and gave him his support.

He didn't seem to care what would happen to Loror Aurelian's shell at the hands of Erebas, or if Erebus was using their powers for something he shouldn't have touched

As always, the Lord of Change doesn't care about these things.

He just wants to see change, endless change.

So, at this moment, Erebus was able to stand here and watch the battle between the puppets and the monsters with a cold eye. But a wisp of his mind had drifted far away, far beyond the church, and touched a demon bound to the ground.

Samus immediately sensed his arrival, and a grin slowly appeared on his ugly face.

"You've failed." Erebus said mercilessly. "And it's not the same as the partnership we negotiated, Samus."

"Cooperation?"

"Yes. I ask you to drag Shen on his boat, at least until my men get back that last drop of blood, so that you can do what you want Now, it seems that you have not kept the agreement between us. ”

"Are you talking to a demon about keeping your word? You're ridiculously stupid. Samus asked with a sinister smile.

"No, I'm just talking to you about the rules." Erebus said.

His illusory spirit slowly emerged from the darkness and crouched down beside Samus, reaching out and beginning to touch the chains. I don't know what method he used, but the flames began to dissipate slowly.

The demon stared down at his hand, and a hint of disgust flashed in the beast's pupils.

"Your methods are getting more and more disgusting." It says. "You didn't believe in any god, you didn't believe in anything, and you didn't really fear anything. You're a natural mongrel, Erebus, and even the mongrels of the Living will surprise you. ”

Erebus looked up with a smirk and asked, "A demon talking to me about this?" It's just your soul to dissolve the hatred in these flames, and you don't hesitate to devour your soul? At least, I don't eat people. ”

Samus couldn't help but bared his fangs at his words, "The more I know about you, the more disgusting I feel for you, Erebas. You're not human, but you're not a living person either. Even those artifacts created by Horus are more pleasing to the eye than you look at."

Erebus smiled and shook her head at it, and stood up. The chains slipped from the demon's scarred body, and the power of chaos began to surge within its shell again, recovering from its injuries.

"Now, go back to the ship." Erebus said. "As long as I get that drop of blood, you can get a chance to solve all the problems between you with Shen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory spirit dissipated in place, turned into a streamer, and returned to the church.

At this moment, the puppets and monsters have completely destroyed this place, and every collision between them is extremely terrifying, and the shockwave is constantly shaking the ground, causing the earth to crack, the church to collapse, and the idol to shatter.

Erebus remained where he was, staring at it all, seemingly indifferent, not in a hurry to get the fragment immediately.

"How long can you hold on, Shen?" He asked softly, and the voice reached Shen's ears with unmistakable precision in the sound of battle.

"I have studied you, and I know that your true form, your superior killing nature, must be within the subspace to be fully unleashed. You in the material realm are incomplete, and the great power you have gained after the ascension is confined to your original body. ”

"Every little bit of strength you use, the date of the collapse of that body advances. I don't even need to concentrate on manipulating that skin to fight you, I just need to drag you down and you will be able to return to the subspace with all your regrets. ”

The monster threw a cold glance at him, as if to ask, then why don't you do it yet?

yes, why? Maybe it's just out of fun, or maybe it's just because I want to humiliate a hero like you so I can have some fun and pass the time.

The Dark Apostle smiled and turned around and walked towards the side door that led to the inner room. The house had collapsed along with the church, but the door was still in place.

Erebus could feel the power gathered on it, and he knew that the place behind this door was no longer a priest's quarters, but something else.

He raised his right hand and placed it on the doorknob, but instead of pushing it open, he let go of it after a moment of silence.

You can't open it just yet.

Calmly and sensibly, Erebus took a few steps back and returned to where he had just stood, unfazed, even though he had been preparing for today for nearly ten thousand years.

With a flick of his finger, he pulled the forces of chaos and began to add chips to the puppet's battle. He didn't want the skin to be too badly damaged, so he kept retracting his strength.

A false and mutilated primordial can be regarded as a fair fight against a great demon who is completely unable to exert his full strength, but Erebus hates fairness the most.

He doesn't like this kind of thing, and if everyone in the world is equal, wouldn't it be a lot less fun?

An endless stream of chaotic power entered Loja's skin under the influence of Erebas's will. It only takes a few more moments and he will be victorious. Shen will be forced back to where he belongs, and that drop of blood on the Night Soul will be in Samus's hands.

And, of course, this fragment.

Erebus looked sideways at the stubbornly erect wooden door.

As early as its activity was just revived, news immediately came from within the chaotic ocean. The demons rushed to tell each other, spreading the news throughout the subspace, even those who cared least about the real world, or even those who were not even demons, knew about it.

Naturally, Erebus knew, and was one of the first to know. There is no time in subspace, but he is not in it. His soul can enter the chaos and seek support, revelation, or more, but his body cannot.

Life in the material realm is far more interesting than in subspace, and only by staying in the material realm can he get some power to do things freely.

Although the Lord of Change has promised to cooperate with him, he has been trying to influence him to become one of His servants. It's not that Erebus didn't believe in God before, but after a war, he had seen the true face of the so-called gods.

They can bleed and they can die. From a real and brutal point of view, the difference between them and humans is only in the amount of power.

That's where Erebus's ambition comes from.

Yes, it's funny to be blessed by chaos and watch one stupid person after another die one after another, and it's very much in line with his evil nature. But he was no longer content to torture mortals, Astartes, or even the primordials.

He wanted something more.

Samus says he's not human, and it's wrong. What other race in the world but humans possess such terrible greed?

Erebus smiled and waited with joy and anticipation.

——

Tujea continued his wait.

How long has he been waiting? How long did he stay in this hut? The depressed investigator sighed and sat down on Horst's wooden bed, braced his hands on his knees, and covered his cheeks with his hands.

He wanted to know how much time had passed and what had happened to the outside world, but he had no way or means to get the answers to those two questions.

The only thing Tujea can do is wait. In the beginning, he remained calm and sane, thinking about the outside world.

He thought that the distress signal should have been sent out long ago, and that another Astarte warband would soon come to help. The Litatras will win, and although they will have to face strict scrutiny after the war, they will win and many will survive.

This thought gave him a little hope and the strength to continue to hold on.

So Tujea began to eat his sweets, each of which had to be melted with saliva, until the taste of the cheap candy completely disappeared from his mouth, and he did not start eating the next one.

With that, he slowly finished eating the thirteen candies, spreading them out one by one and laying them flat on the table that belonged to Horst.

It's just that, for some reason, the candy wrapper is pressed against the table. Tujea didn't understand why he was doing this, but

He took a deep breath, put his hands down, slowly stood up, walked to the round table, and hesitantly extended his right hand

When the breeze blows, the candy wrappers are spread out in unison, and the words on them are arranged and combined, forming a slogan that Tujea is completely unfamiliar with and has never seen before.

No, no, it wasn't a slogan anymore, but a name, a name he had never heard before. Tujea had never studied the language in which he wrote it, but he was able to understand it.

Muttering, he read it aloud.

[Conrad Coetzes.] 】

The fragments in his pockets lit up with light.

(End of chapter)