Erebus had thought he would no longer have such fear, which had faded from him since he had hanged the man whose name he had taken from him with a rope.

He still remembers that day, and will always remember.

The hot desert of Colchis, the dry alleys, the filthy smell of garbage and the filthy town of shantytowns, sand and tin sheets. and a rope that he clutched in both hands, a rope that was put around the neck of someone else.

The man's face was bruised, and his tongue was swollen and drooping at the edge of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot and almost fell out of their sockets, his nails were all broken, and his fingers were covered in blood from the very good rope.

That's how Erebus got the name.

He murdered the man, then threw his body down an alley and walked to a church in Colchis with his name, clothes, and even the scriptures tattooed on his body.

He did this for a simple reason, but only because he had seen first-hand how the priests of the church lived a privileged life. He longs for greenery, comfortable underwear, gold coins full of money bags, and delicious food

He also wanted to be like them, standing in the garden, holding his head high and taking the red wine from the hands of others and drinking it down.

Of course, this is only the initial pursuit. Soon, his desires soon began to swell, and swelled to the point that even he couldn't quite comprehend himself.

But what's wrong with that? It doesn't matter if he understands it or not, he just needs to satisfy this ever-expanding desire to murder, to play with conspiracies, to step on the efforts of others and to laugh at their incompetence

He just likes these things, these things that are spurned and insulted and even hostile, and he really likes them so much, as if he was born for these sweet poisons.

However, even Erebus had thought about this anomaly.

Eventually, he came to the old conclusion: it didn't matter.

Even if the four gods are playing tricks behind their backs, there is no problem. He loved this life, this kind of day, and the tears of everyone who suffered for what he had done.

So, from this point of view, he may be the first person ever to reach a win-win situation with the dark gods. Erebus laughed at this.

The rest of the story, everything fell into place, and his plan worked perfectly. Terra is shattered, the gods sit on His throne, the Empire is ossified, and the vast galaxy is now completely shrouded in darkness.

Erebus wasn't satisfied, he wanted more. For the next 10,000 years, he tried to satisfy himself, but never succeeded.

No other conspiracy pales in comparison to the satisfaction of standing in the tide of chaos and witnessing Terra shatter and the gods fighting.

Even if he scorched the world they had sworn to protect in front of the noble primordials, it could not compare to this satisfaction.

He couldn't help but start to reverie more, such as letting Terra be completely destroyed, and letting the Great Wall, a fortress floating in the galaxy, drown in a sea of blood along with the so-called protectors stationed there.

The most important point is that he is going to do it in front of the emperor.

It had to be so, otherwise it wouldn't seem so interesting anymore and no longer qualify as his new life goal.

However, Erebus knew another thing better - if he really wanted to do it, he couldn't succeed with him now.

He had to go further.

That's why, at this very moment, he was standing here, standing on the boiling and roaring deck of the Night Soul, with the skin of Lorga Aurelian behind him.

And, with fear, anger and shame.

He thought he wouldn't have anything to fear anymore, but now it seems that he was wrong, and he was wrong.

For the past 10,000 years, he has not boasted of his greatest honor, never mentioning the name Karil Lohals.

Now it seems that this may be a self-preservation mechanism deep in his heart, deeply buried by unknown pride.

His instinct had always known why the name was not mentioned, but his emotions had turned this biological instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm into a great hubris.

Yes, I have calculated a deity, and I will consider it a trivial part of my great deeds. As it is, I have no fear of Him, only contempt.

The Dark Apostle gasped and clenched his fists, blood surging up, shame pouring into his lips and turning into a whispered curse.

The power of chaos continued to surge, and he was dragged by him to form spell after spell, blocking the Night Soul's continuous onslaught. Frost, blades, or surging undead.

Nothing could hurt him or stop him from moving forward.

Erebus knew he had another chance - that the blood was still under control, despite the undesirable changes from the fragment.

The Shadow Knights made a huge mistake by striding out to kill him, and at this moment, the Night Spirits had very little defense.

The Dark Apostle couldn't help but laugh again, but not because the plan was about to succeed, but to laugh at his own stupidity.

He knew that the Lord of Change must be in his Crystal Palace at this moment, enjoying what had just happened.

But so what?

What other force can stop me? What else can stop me from taking what I want?

Erebus retracted his smile, put his failure behind him, and began to focus on the puppet wholeheartedly.

The pseudo-creature walked past him with an expressionless face, and the instincts left in his skin began to work, even if the ancient and strange warship beneath his feet was doing its best to hide it.

It is only natural for a person to want to retrieve what he has lost.

The puppet silently went in a certain direction, or rather, a path twisted in the darkness. At the end of the road, the scent of blood was waving to my nose.

Erebus felt it through the puppet's sense of smell, almost in a trance.

He was almost taken back to the day he remembered, when he wore a thick monk's robe and watched the Son of God give a radiant speech in a city conquered by Lorja Aurelian.

Fanatical people surrounded him and even took pride in kissing the path he had walked. Standing in the crowd, Erebus smelled the sweet scent of honey or milk on the anointed one.

Thinking about it now, perhaps as early as that moment, he had already faintly realized.

But look at the present, look at the skin he drives.

The Dark Apostle slowly stretched out a smile, imitating the scriptures carved into his skin for ten thousand years and still shining brightly, first smeared with paint, but now deep into the marrow.

Everything has changed, only one thing remains the same, he still holds everything firmly in his hands. Even if there is an occasional mistake, it should be, and even the Lord of All Changes cannot implement a perfect plan.

He easily forgave his little failure, followed the puppet, and walked to the closed door.

Blood waited silently behind it, everything was silent, but Erebus took a deep breath of cold air that smelled of ash.

They filled all three of his lungs, and it wasn't until the lungs could no longer expand that Erebus slowly exhaled the long breath.

He smiled, shook his head, and unsurprisingly turned around to see Yago Savitarion.

"How did you get here? Teleportation spells? Or did our great Emperor of the Rotting Corpse help you? He asked, in an intimate tone as if he were chatting with an old friend.

Sevita didn't answer, he just activated the chainsaw and plunged it headfirst into the deck beneath his feet.

The monomolecular saw blades and demonized steel collided with each other with a sharp sound that bordered on screaming. Sparks splashed around, stretching his shadow long against the wall.

Half a second later, the twisted and grotesque shadow raised its hands, removed a helmet, and the cold air swirled past them, falling into the deep darkness of the hallway, resembling the howl of a beast.

Erebus stared at the pale face and sighed softly.

"You should have laughed." He said. "Isn't this the moment you've always dreamed of? Alone with me, you finally have a chance to kill me, and it's a hundred. ”

Sevita threw down his helmet and slowly pulled the chainsaw from the ground.

His expression was calm but indifferent, deaf to Erebus's words. As if they were not here for revenge, nor were they facing the most notorious traitor in human history

It's as if he's just here to kill something insignificant, or a reptile that's not worth mentioning.

It was obvious that it was agitated, but Erebus laughed at it.

"You've become arrogant, Yago."

The Dark Apostle raised his hands softly, and Loja Aurelian's skin responded to the illusory dog whistle once more, standing in front of him and raising his fists.

"However, coming alone will probably be the biggest mistake you will ever make in this life. You must kill my original before you can kill me, my dear mortal enemy. It is a natural tradition for fathers to protect their sons."

Amid the heavy charge of the counterfeit skin, Erebus couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Tell me, Yago Sevitaleon, did your father fulfill this tradition?!"

Sevita still didn't answer, just raised her weapon and stepped into battle.

He was calm and rational, firm as steel. And his enemy, the bare-handed pseudocreature was just mechanically and numbly waving his fists

This may seem like an unfair battle, however, the original body is the original body, and even if the soul is lost, and without armor and weapons, it can still have the upper hand in the battle on its own.

Satisfied, Erebus turned around and rested his right hand on the door. A similar scenario, except that this time, there was no force that could stop him from pushing it away.

The grinding of steel resounded in the next moment, and Erebas's power began to destroy the door that would not be opened for him, and he stepped into it, oblivious to the vagaries of his surroundings.

One by one, the spells that the Shadow Knights' think tank had left behind were expelled and destroyed by him. Psionic and psionic energy merge with each other, and the forces of chaos roar in, encompassing them all.

The ritual was destroyed, the circle was obscured by filth, and eventually, step by step, the Dark Apostle made his way to an iron coffin that had been erected.

He reached out and stroked its uneven upper cover.

He already felt it.

He trembled and clenched his fists, then swung his fists. The lid of the iron coffin flew out, and an Astarte, whose eyes were closed and no longer breathing, appeared before his eyes, and the golden light between the man's brows was so bright and dazzling.

Finally, finally

Erebus exhaled softly, hooked his fingers, and the dog whistle sounded again, and the skin that had been fighting Yago Sevitaleon immediately retreated, turning into a shadow and returning to his feet.

The light lit up from his hands, and the Dark Apostle laughed as he dragged the dead sergeant out of the iron coffin. He turned, lightly put his right foot on the sergeant's face, bent down very gracefully, and bowed to Sevita.

Lorga Aurelian's hollow skin rose from behind him, bones and muscles vanishing in the cracked gap, as if it were just a thin layer of skin, within which the power of chaos surged wildly.

A ritual formation that had been prepared for a long time began to operate, forcing Lorja's skin to undergo a terrifying transformation, and the tall giant turned into a little brilliance and fell into the hands of Erebas.

Then, in the sudden golden light, the drop of blood between the dead sergeant's eyebrows slowly emerged.

Erebus lifted her lips twisted, tried to smile, and eagerly reached out and grabbed it in her hand.

"Looks like the outcome is decided, Yago."

He gasped, hungry and thirsty, but forced to speak calmly. The whole face has been completely distorted and deformed, and it looks like a slave who was thrown into a worm pit and tortured in ancient legends.

The swarm of worms named Desire rampaged through his veins, dripping his bite with blood, and he accepted it.

Sevita looked at him and didn't say anything, just watched coldly. He watched indifferently as the Dark Apostle swallowed the drop of blood and light into his belly, watching him rise up and change his face.

Watch him gradually change from Erebus to Lorja Aurelian.

It was only then that he spat out his first sentence.

"There's not just one madman in this universe, Erebus."

Sevita said, gesturing to herself. He listened to the sound of the Dark Apostle's flesh distorting and slowly spoke.

"Me too, I hope you don't forget it. Moreover, I have been hunting you for 10,000 years, in other words, there will be no second person in this universe who knows you better than I do. Do you really think I can't see what kind of beast you are? ”

Erebus roared and straightened up, he wanted to answer Sevita's words, but he couldn't say anything because of the upheaval caused by the upgrade.

The spells he had created from the knowledge he had earned from Tzeentch at great cost were running at high speed, and the Lord of Change did not deceive him in this matter, and even took the initiative to add more things to his trade that did not cost him.

Of course, Erebus didn't use them, but he didn't expect that one of the most capricious of the dark gods would actually help him wholeheartedly.

The effect of this spell was so good that he could clearly feel the changes in his soul and flesh.

He was on the verge of tears, and for the first time in his life, he had the urge to do so simply because his eyes were shifting in the direction of 'Lorja Aurelian'.

The seventeenth primordial body, the son of God, the man of radiance

So, is that what it's like to be a son of God? With just a cursory glance, you can see every bit of discordant psionic dust in the air.

But what arose after the impulse to shed tears was a burst of angry contempt.

You used to have that power, Lorja Aurelian.

The result? What did you do with them?

Erebus clenched his fists in disbelief, feeling the power that was still in his still altered body, feeling the vitality of the original body's blood and its extraordinary self-healing ability, and couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy and resentment.

You are so pampered and blessed that you were born different from anyone else and you end up wasting everything.

He clenched his fists, held his head high, and slowly closed his eyes. The psionic energy that belonged to Lorga Aurelian trembled around him, as if draped him in a golden tulle robe.

The strong body of the Son of God loomed beneath it, and Luo Jia's face was incomparably handsome, but now it showed a look that he had never shown at any time.

It was a complex expression of malice, jealousy, and pleasure that completely ruined his handsomeness, making it weird and distorted.

Erebus was so intoxicated by the excitement of this ascension that he could even hear the applause of the four gods, and even they were cheering for what he had done in the subspace.

Terrorist was content with his courage to commit such acts of patricide, Tzeentch admired his wisdom, Slaanesh was intrigued by his experience at the moment, and even Nurgle praised the despair he would sow.

However, in the next moment, Yago Savitarion's voice, which he deliberately ignored, ruined this hard-won enjoyment.

"Do you remember Ingrell Tay?"

Erebus closed his eyes and smiled at Lorja's face.

"Of course I do." He said in Lorja's voice. "How can I not remember this one and only traitor? How shameful it is that he should dare to betray his father. I will forever engrave him in the pillar of shame. ”

"It's good that you haven't forgotten him." Sevita said. "He's been waiting 10,000 years for today."

- What?

Erebus tried to think, but he didn't have time to think, for he opened his eyes and saw Anglel Tai, who was long dead.

He was standing right in front of him, his body made up of a burning golden streamer. Behind him, there were countless identical illusory souls. They all carried that drop of blood, and for these long 10,000 years, they willingly carried it and died for it

And then, to this day.

In the next second, the wordless souls all turned into points of light and poured into Erebas's stolen body, and he couldn't even refuse.

No father would refuse his son, even if the father had even the last bit of skin devoured, leaving only the last drop of blood still being digested.

The golden light bloomed, illuminating everything, and Erebus screamed suddenly, his face almost transparent in the brilliant light.

Yago Sevitaleon closed his eyes, began to count silently, and waited quietly. He heard the tearing of flesh, someone's screams and finally panicked scolding, and a low hum.

He understood that it was the disintegrating soul of every Son of Aurelian who had once carried the blood of the Primordial for 10,000 years. They are willing to be used as nourishment, and they also want to revive that drop of blood completely.

Revive with the will of man, the hope of man, the love of the Son of Man for his father. Not with the power of chaos in the subspace, or the blood sacrifice of living beings.

It was the last thing they could do for their father.

It's just that

Sevita slowly opened her eyes and saw a bloodied Erebus lying on her back, and Lorja's form had vanished, leaving only his original form.

The Dark Apostle was struggling to get up, but the great backlash that abandoned in the middle of the ritual completely destroyed his body, leaving him as weak as a dying old man, and he had to keep trying.

Sevita couldn't help but laugh, and he stepped forward and picked up a golden stone from Erebas's hand. The Chainsaw was in his hand, but instead of killing Erebas, he just looked at him calmly.

It was a few minutes before he spoke.

"First of all, I know you're using the rest of your psionic energy to contact your men and get them to jump to the Night Soul to get you out."

"I want to congratulate you, Erebus, for I won't stand in the way of this plan. I'm not even going to give the order for my brothers to board the ship and stop you. There will be just me and you on this ship. ”

He finally smiled.

"Do you know why?" Sevita asked unusually softly in Nostramo.

The air began to tremble, and he held out his hand, and the flames of rage flashed, and a mask was placed on his face. It was a pale face of bones, with golden lines on its forehead, and it was extremely noble. However, the eyes in those sockets were as black as hellish ghosts.

Sevita switched back to Gothic and smiled and kicked Erebus in the face, "Because you still owe a blood debt, and when you finish paying it, it's time for me to settle accounts with you." ”

He turned and left, but a Nostramo word wafted through to Erebus's ears.

"There is revenge, there is no taboo."

With an indescribable scream, the Night Soul suddenly shuddered, jolting as if it had been hit by a cannon. It had been impregnated with a chaotic force for 10,000 years, and at this moment, it was even more unburdened to meet its new mission.

No longer a battleship, but an altar. It is willing to do this, because it also has revenge to be avenged.

The curtain separating the two worlds began to shake, and Erebus struggled to his feet, trembling and grasping the iron coffin, only to accidentally push it to the ground and fall into it himself.

Darkness struck instantly, enveloping him. Dark red shards of vendetta whistled by, and one illusory curtain of light flickered before his eyes.

The images shown on the light curtains were the many evil deeds that Erebus had committed while manipulating the skin of Lorga Aurelian.

They flickered, faded, and flowed, but Erebas's face twisted a little, for he realized what the scene before him meant.

But how is this possible?

Luo Jia is obviously dead

With a gasp, the Dark Apostle struggled to his feet again. The backlash he had received was rapidly recovering with the help of the forces of Chaos, but the millions of hate-laden fragments that were gathering across from him were also rapidly gluing together.

But in just five seconds, a huge, twisted monster stood in place. There is no doubt that it does not belong to any of the dark gods, it is just a reverberation cast by a demigod who has been tortured for thousands of years

It should not have taken shape until someone evoked it with the power of hatred and provided it with plenty of flesh and blood for the sins it had to commit in the past.

The mutilated face of 'Lorga Aurelian' slowly emerged in the center of the monster's body, his eyes were two hollows, his teeth were as sharp as sharp steel knives, and his face was covered with the flames of hellish scriptures

"Ai-Rui-Ba-Si——!"

It roared and began to charge.

Without hesitation, Erebus turned and ran.

(End of chapter)