Filthy rituals, unclean blood-pulling spells, calling for chaos, running without stopping.

The demon laughed loudly in the darkness, muttered his name, chewed it, and then soaked it with stinking saliva, and finally swallowed it with its long scarlet tongue.

Erebas! It roared in rage, its sound piercing the darkness, piercing through the protection of the spell shield and piercing his eardrums with the precision of a scalpel.

It didn't sound like Lorga Aurelian, but its hatred for him was genuine. At this moment, this is perhaps the most real thing in this universe.

Knowing this, Erebus had no choice but to drag his badly wounded body limping through the dark corridors.

The steel and iron bones of Astarte's transformation surgery and the powerful vitality that has been blessed for 10,000 years are still in the depths of his flesh and blood, however, they will take time to return to their full glory.

The repercussions of the forcible interruption of the ritual were far more terrifying than the worst that Erebus had predicted, and with each step, his physical condition became weaker and weaker, like a terrible curse

However it wasn't, the real curse was the thing that followed him closely.

The thing that crushed the hallways, devouring darkness and spells, the thing that hated him and wanted to chew all his flesh and blood.

Erebus didn't look back at it, there was only one thing he could do now, and that was to drag his frail body forward.

His body had long since gone numb, and his legs trembled like a malfunctioning part of a machine.

In order to walk a little faster, he even had to squeeze the last bit of psionic energy he had left, turning them into a crutch to carry on his own.

If he hadn't been able to manipulate the forces of chaos to create more obstacles and cast spells, he would have been swallowed by the demon at such a turtle-crawling pace.

This must not happen, he cannot die, at least not in the material realm in this way.

If he is not fully prepared, let his soul ascend to the highest heavens, and the demons who have met him will immediately swarm and tear him apart in the palm of his hand to give it to his lord.

Erebus panted as he moved forward, his limbs heavy as if they were weighing on a thousand pounds, and every step he took him to endure great pain.

Muscles trembled, nerves trembled in the bones, sweat slid down his cheeks, and viscous fluid that couldn't tell whether it was blood or saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. He walked in a daze, lest he take a step slow and be caught by the demon behind him.

He still did not give up hope of survival, but this hope was ridiculously fragile in the face of reality. Just three minutes after his escape began, Erebus was clawed by the monstrous monster.

They were like red-hot sharp knives, piercing into his numb body, and they actually aroused his consciousness at this moment. The nerve groups that had been swallowed by the cold finally recovered, but it brought even more pain.

Erebus roared with a hideous face, and the bruises on his forehead bulged. He grabbed the psionic cane and handed it out weakly as if he were swinging a knife.

The forces of Chaos still hadn't given up on him, and at this moment, they poured into the demon's body along this special cane, and quickly formed a circle of expulsion.

Whenever a demon manifests within the material realm, he will always be limited by such a formation. Erebus had completed the circle with all his knowledge and desire to survive in the past 10,000 years, and his two hearts had never been so united and beating so fast.

However, when the radiance of the expulsion circle lit up, he found that the demon's form had not been shaken at all.

The large, twisted, ugly body remained in place, and Lorga Aurelian's hideous face was still resting on his chest, sneering at him with hatred at the moment.

It's not a demon?!

The thought raced through Erebus's chaotic mind and quickly faded away for no other reason than the claw that had clenched him into a fist.

Bones were broken one by one, and the vertebrae bore the brunt of the blow, easily severed by the claws, and the heat and some terrible force passed down them, turning his flesh into boiling blood.

Erebus gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and began to look for more ways to break the game. The demon roared and threw him to the ground, his skin shattered, his veins burst, and blood rose from his body like mist.

Erebus couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of shards of internal organs, but still didn't give up hope of life. He barely looked up, hissing in his own blood for a title he hadn't shouted in a long, long time.

"Father!" With all his strength, he shouted with sincerity. "It's me, it's your faithful son Erebas, your chief priest!"

- He was certainly not stupid enough to think that it would be useful to say such a thing at this time, the Dark Apostle's real purpose was just to buy himself a little time.

He bought three seconds with this brazen word, and with these three seconds, he once again called out the forces of Chaos.

There has never been a moment when Erebus is so grateful for the thin veil that separates the subspace from the physical world.

The gifts of the four gods still did not dissipate from him, and in the sudden glow of light, a group of people who did not look like people and ghosts appeared beside him and the demons.

They were dressed in scarlet armor, but their flesh fused with the armor, their entire faces twisted and fused with their helmets, and the eyelidless flesh eye swirled wildly in the center of the eyepiece.

They quickly comprehended the situation, and a dozen blasters began to fire at the demon, even dragging away the mortally wounded Erebus.

The two Whisperers put him on their shoulders and dragged him swiftly out of the demon's range.

However, the face in the center of the monster's chest began to flow into tears, and Loja Aurelian's face twitched, forcing the monster's body to burst into a roar that looked like a supernova explosion.

"Traitor!"

It roared and rushed into the Bearers, its claws sweeping across it, dismembering the offspring like a bloodthirsty beast that had never seen him.

Quite a few of them didn't even realize who the monster that killed them really was until the last second before they died, and in shock and shudder, their souls fell into the subspace.

The demons who had been waiting for the good in the morning quickly swarmed up and divided up these souls.

Erebus made a deal with them, and in order to make his legion powerful, he signed a contract on behalf of those who became the Bearers, and it was only now that it was completed.

Spitting blood, Erebus coughed and opened his mouth, his tone very weak: "What about our people? ”

"We're on our way, sir." One of the men standing on his frame replied quickly, his voice as noisy as the scraping of blades against each other. "We've also brought a lot of minions with us, and you can use them to recover from your injuries."

"No, they're useless anymore." Erebus said, placing his right hand on the man's visor.

The touch of steel and flesh made his fingers rub each other up and down, leaving a bloody mark. The man thought that this gesture was a compliment, but there was a kind of joy on his nightmarish face.

However, in the next second, he let out a scream along with his brother.

The brilliance of Chaos Chaos shone again, easily melting their flesh into steel and turning it into pure nourishment, which was thoroughly absorbed by Erebas.

Although these people have long since mutated, they still inherit the blood of Luojia. Although the ritual in the Dark Apostle's body was forced to stop, the backlash it caused could be compensated, as long as it absorbed enough of Luojia's blood

Erebus coughed and straightened up, and began to run slowly.

He was in better health than before, and at the same time, he once again called upon the power of the High Heavens, and with more flashes of light, teams of Wai Sayers who had complied with his orders arrived from their ships.

The power of Chaos is so spectacular that it allows him to perform miracles in human form

Erebus couldn't help but feel his heart surging again, his desire and ambition coming back again.

One by one, he threw out one callous cover command, and his minions faithfully carried out his orders, charging back against the charging monster.

They were dying, dying every second, and Erebus didn't care. His strength had regained somewhat, and as long as they bled to death, he would be able to ingest the portion of Luojia's blood he needed through the power of Chaos.

It didn't matter if they died at his hands or not, besides, the legion he had lasted for a full ten thousand years in the material realm.

To exaggerate, he has cannon fodder available.

The Dark Apostle gritted his teeth with a hideous face, running as he did his best to recover his body, while still not forgetting to teleport more human shields that had died for him.

He didn't care how or how much they would die, he just wanted to quickly find a way to break the game, since this monster could not be expelled from the material realm, it would prove that it was not a lifeless, but something else plausible.

The foundation of its existence is only in the material realm, so let's use the laws of the material realm to deal with it.

As soon as the Dark Apostle came up with a solution, he quietly began to prepare the spell, intending to seize the opportunity with a binding formation and teleport the monster elsewhere.

Admittedly, such a powerful creature would have required him to exert a great deal of energy to teleport successfully, but if he succeeded, everything would be gone.

He could have spared his hands and energy to deal with the stupid Yago Savitarion

And if that guy catches up, maybe he can use that idiot to blackmail him.

A series of plans took shape in an instant, and the Dark Apostle's mind was briefly determined, only to be interrupted again by a piercing roar.

"Ai-"

He jerked his head back, just in time to see the face on the thing's chest open its mouth, its sharp teeth parting at the roots, and blood falling from its eye sockets. His hair stood on end.

"Rui—"

He began to run at an accelerated pace.

"Ba-"

He felt a foul wind coming from the back of his head.

"——!"

Five sharp claws pierced deep into the flesh, and the burning and boiling sensation returned, and in a split second, the flesh that he had worked so hard to recover was once again the same as before.

The monster roared and grabbed him in front of him, but Erebus's vision was blurry, and he nearly fainted from the excessive pain.

The monster generously helped him, trying to bring him to his senses.

It clenched its claws, pinned him to the ground, stretched out its other claws, and pierced his jaw with two claws, severing his tongue, smashing his teeth and the lining of his mouth, and finally tearing his jaw off with it.

Blood poured out of Erebas's face like a waterfall, and he trembled and clenched his fists, his body spasming in his mind as he silently recited the name of the Lord of All Changes, summoning one of his endless spells.

A stream of flame burst out of his hand, and he pressed it against the monster's claws.

This flame had been used by Erebus to burn the Adamantite Gold, and now it had melted the monster's claw in an instant.

It roared in pain, like a wild beast, but it did not have the nature of a beast to seek advantage and avoid harm, it only had madness.

In pain, it didn't hesitate to reach out its other claw, swept through it like lightning, slicing through Erebus's chest with ease, then plunging deep into it, pulling out his internal organs.

The crimson beating internal organs throbbed in its hands, and Erebus's eyes widened, his mind completely driven into madness by the pain at this moment.

He screamed and tugged at his intestines, trying to take them back, but his mantis arm was in the way of a car, and he began wrestling with the monsters, oblivious to what it would bring.

There was a loud burst of laughter from the subspace, and the Lord of All Variations gave a high score to this good show, so he quickly intervened. The power of a god is fed back into the physical realm with precision, but the embodiment is a fluttering blue feather.

It landed on top of Erebas's head, sinking into his flesh in an instant. In the next moment, his flesh and blood began to change completely.

The wings of the birds protrude from behind the shoulders, the vertebrae become thin and long, the feet become legs, and the skin is covered with numerous raised spots, from which the blue feathers break out of the cocoon

The sheer force swept through, but Erebas's head roared at the long neck, and there was no hint of joy in his voice—if he wanted to ascend, he could have done so.

In terms of his merits, none of the Ancient Four would refuse him, but Erebus saw it clearly, he understood what it meant to ascend, so he kept refusing, but now

Finished.

He came to the conclusion that everything was over, and there would never be any possibility of elevation. Once ascended, he will become a servant of Tzeentch for eternity, even if he can retain the power of his own will and thinking for the time being, but only because he allows it

"Oh, I'm not so cheesy, my dear hand of fate." Tzeentch's voice rang in his ears, and there was a smile in it.

Erebus's eyes widened, his head swaying around his neck, and he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, a kind of empty freedom—and in the next second, he understood what it was.

The demons of the Ancient Four Realms were all fragments of their respective powers, and now, the Lord of Change has personally thrown the fragment of Erebath to set him free, even returning the precious blood that belonged to Lorga Aurelian.

Erebus screamed suddenly, and his body deformed again, contorting like plasticine. The monster ignored this, and still slammed at him with its claws.

Its attack had a devastating effect on Erebus, and the change ceased instantly, and the Dark Apostle now looked like a nightmare hybrid monster, devoid of any features, wailing and boiling on the floor like a puddle of mud.

His face loomed in the molten bones and flesh, and the monster couldn't help but laugh wildly, skewering his claws and nailing him to the nearby wall, clenching his claws into fists and starting to beat him in the face continuously.

Each blow was more intense than before, and Erebas's bones and flesh began to crumble, and a mist of blood rose from his muddy body.

He screamed incessantly, but his sanity had been briefly shattered, and for the first time in his life, he was seized by despair - and he couldn't even die.

Tzeentch gave him not only Aurelian's blood, but also the ritual of his ascension. It's still working, ingesting the flesh and blood of the dead Whisperers around it into its own body.

It took nine minutes of being treated like a punching bag for Erebus to come to his senses.

He didn't feel ashamed, he didn't have that kind of margin, even if he had become a monster, he was still Erebus. The Dark Apostle gathered its psionic energy and burst out from within its muddy body, turning it into a blinding flash.

He is so proficient in this spell that even if he has no hands, he can easily release it through willpower.

It is not really a flash in the true sense of the word, but a 'deception', and the glitter is just a form of deception. Therefore, even if the monster was not afraid of the bright light at all, it was momentarily stunned for a moment.

Erebas's repetition ended perfectly, as he slipped limply from the monster's claws, his body sliced into several balls, but he was still alive.

Astarte, Aurelian Blood, Ascension Ritual, Tzeentch Demon

The different powers brought by various identities are surging in this muddy body, and his form is extremely ugly, but he has gained very strong power for it.

The Dark Apostle let out a grunt sound like a laugh from inside his throat. One of his eyeballs fell out of its socket and into his outstretched right palm.

A flash of blue light poured into the air, imprisoning the monster completely, and then immediately began to change. From confinement to teleportation, the transition between different types of spells is so easy here in Erebas.

The blue light exploded, and he easily threw the monster out of the ship called the Night Soul, and as for where it would go, Erebus didn't care.

He immediately began to recuperate, the light continued to shine, and in the sound of bones twisting, he rose little by little from the mud, but his nose was crooked, his eyes were slanted, his hands were long behind his shoulders, and his legs were as fragile as thin dead branches.

But it doesn't matter, I won, I won——!

With red eyes, Erebus slammed into the darkness as if to vent what he had just experienced.

He was so excited, he had never been so humiliated since he stepped into the church. The excitement of revenge at the moment made him forget something for a moment - for example, this was the battlefield. Another example is a man waiting in the dark.

The chainsaw halberd suddenly began to roar in the darkness.

With the sound of footsteps, Yago Sevitaleone stepped out of the darkness with a calm expression.

"Run." He said to Erebus, who had suddenly screamed. "See how far you can run."

(End of chapter)