With a wave of her right hand, Sevita swept the chainsaw out of the way.

If he had pointed his blade at Erebas, he would have been distorted and deformed like a deformed child, and he would have been cut in half immediately. But Sevita didn't do that, he chose the side of the chainsaw.

Therefore, even if it shattered the air and slammed into Erebus's body with unbounded force, he was simply knocked to the ground. But after a few seconds, he vomited blood and crawled up.

However, even without the blade surface, Sevita's strength and the weight of the chainsaw halberd itself are real. Erebus was beaten so that the bones in his back protruded from his chest, and minced flesh continued to fall from the large open wounds.

He gasped heavily, endured the pain, and struggled forward against the walls of the Night Soul's hallway, leaving a trail of bloody handprints on the walls.

Sevita walked after him for a while, followed by another swing that knocked him to the ground again.

The once invincible Apostle of Darkness fell to the ground screaming, looking very weak.

His body structure has been completely reshaped, and his nervous system, which had long been accustomed to pain, is now as young as a newborn, and the traces left by Astarte's transformation surgery have been completely erased, and he can no longer see the slightest trace of what it once was.

If there is anything like him before, I am afraid that there is only the skin engraved with scriptures, but only a little bit. The tattooed characters were no longer regular, but instead twisted and stacked on top of each other, looking like dense pitch-black worm eggs.

Sevita stepped back, stood beside him, and suddenly stepped on the two dead legs. Erebus's bones didn't even have a chance to make a sound, and even their skin and muscles were completely pulped.

His screams resounded throughout the corridor at this moment, but he still didn't give up, and began to drag his body forward with his deformed hands that grew behind his shoulder blades.

Sevita stared at him sarcastically, letting him crawl slowly, not stopping, just walking aside with a chainsaw halberd, and whispering mocking.

"Great Lord Erebus, what's wrong with you? Why wriggle like a maggot on the ground? What about the serial schemes and subspace sorcery that you are proud of? Why don't you use it? ”

Erebus didn't answer his words, just kept crawling. The Dark Apostle's mind seems to have gone awry, or maybe it's just a deliberate disguise he's made to get Sevita to let her guard down

Behind the face of the bones, Sevita smiled quietly.

He knew Erebus too well to know how much of a despicable bastard could be in order to survive. Like the humiliation at this moment, this is just a disguise to show weakness.

He knew that if he let his guard down even slightly, the poisonous snake of Erebus would instantly leap up from the ground and bite through his throat.

Then come on.

Sevita casually turned off the motor of the chainsaw halberd and carried it on her shoulder, in a very frivolous manner. He lifted his foot again, gently stomped on Erebas's chest, stared into his eyes, and shook his head slowly.

He didn't say anything, just started to put pressure on him a little bit.

The weight of the power armor and his own strength sank into Erebus's chest with the heavy steel boots, and he looked disgusting with his misshapen mouth open and half a thin tongue lying behind crooked teeth.

He tried to breathe, but couldn't, because Sevita was adding pressure to him little by little. He watched with satisfaction as Erebus's face gradually turned an oppressive blue-purple, and the only remaining eye seemed to fall out of its socket

Eventually, with a slightly dull thud, Sevita's steel boots sank into his chest.

Erebus didn't scream, but convulsed, bubbling blood gushing out of his face, as if he was about to die, and there was no threat.

Sevita only coldly withdrew his blood-stained right foot and put the chainsaw halberd down. It landed heavily on the ground, its non-rotating monomolecular blade piercing deep into the demonized steel.

In those fine holes, there seems to be something like magma looming.

"Don't pretend, you can't die, mongrel." Sevita said very calmly. "Stand up and keep running."

Erebus didn't answer, and didn't even move, as if he was dead.

However, just a few seconds later, the moment Sevita pretended to look away, the Dark Apostle's hands, which had become bloody from crawling, moved instantly.

A spell that had been prepared for a long time burst out from between the ugly fingers, unaffected by these misshapen, toothy, or even reversed twisted fingers.

In a way, subspace is fair in this respect. Whether it's one-eyed, blind, or this freak at the moment, they can all get help from spells.

Scholarship will not deceive you, unless the person who teaches it to you is not pure in heart.

- Of course, the same is true for Sevita.

He recognized the spell, and he tilted his head slightly, dodging a black light that burst from Erebas's fingers. Then he quickly bent down and turned his head and waved his right hand.

The handmail slid to the last section of the handle of the chainsaw halberd, and pressed the switch of the motor.

The blade began to spin, and acceleration, gravity, and inertia made it more lethal, allowing it to easily disembowel a gargoyle-like creature that appeared silently.

The muddy entrails fell to the ground, but instead of letting it go, Sevita pulled out her chainsaw halberd and raised the cruel murder weapon high above her head with one hand.

The gargoyle howled fiercely, not showing its timidity from its injuries, but arousing its ferocity. It flapped its bronze-like wings and charged straight at Sevita, only to be split in two by the chainsaw halberd in mid-air.

The flesh fell to the ground and quickly turned to stone, never to be seen again.

Sevita put away her weapon and turned, unsurprisingly to see Erebus completely gone, along with a long trail of blood.

He laughed, and deliberately let out a cold laugh, and dropped the chainsaw to the ground again, allowing it to come into close contact with the ground. Sparks splashed around, and his shadow danced on the walls like the demons of Hellfire.

Sevita dragged the chainsaw halberd and followed the bloodstain forward.

Play this trick. It's inferior.

He followed the trail to a corner, and sure enough, he saw the figure of Erebus, the Dark Apostle had somehow returned to his normal body, at least his hands had finally grown where they should be, and his legs were no longer as thin as dead branches.

He stood in the darkness, panting, staring at Sevita with a resentment on his face that could not be concealed.

"Is that all?" Sevita asked. "That's all the galaxy-famous Erebus can do? I broke my spine, like maggots wriggling on the ground, and finally only ran this distance. It's sad. ”

Erebus growled lowly, the resentment on his face turning to utter madness.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, Yago Savitarion!"

Sevita nodded at him, and walked forward impassively, as if the meanness that had never passed up a single opportunity to taunt him was just an illusion, or that he was just too lazy to continue talking in vain.

The blue light lit up, and Erebus raised his hands in the air, and the most common lethal spells such as frost, fire, and lightning immediately appeared in the darkness with the fluctuations of psionic energy.

The raging electricity rushed out like long snakes, leaping at breakneck speed. The flames silently began to burn and quickly spread to the ground. Frost, molded into spikes or blades, burst out, tearing through the air and shooting straight into Sevita's face.

These attacks were enough to deal with most Astartes, and even as a think tank, he probably couldn't deal with these three equally dangerous spells at the same time, but Erebus didn't let up, and he still didn't feel enough.

He knew what Yago Savitarion was hiding under the man's skin.

The glowing blue light began to beat in Erebus's newborn eyes, the dimensions were torn apart, the space folded, and crack after crack was artificially opened in the darkness.

The Dark Apostle is now unleashing teleportation spells at any cost, and he would never have been able to do so without the support of the Lord of Change. He was aware of it himself, but he was in no mood to delve into the reasoning behind it at the moment.

He just kept shaping spells and creating more rifts to bring his minions from the Abyss-class battleship behind Litatra.

All of a sudden, the wide deck of the Night Spirits was once again crowded with people, but no longer Shadow Knights, but one after another wearing scarlet armor and wearing mutated traits.

They turned their heads in unison and looked at Yago Sevitalyon, watching him stomp on the flames, disperse the thunder, and slash the frost. Then, at the roar of Erebas, they raised their blood-stained guns and knives.

"Kill him!" The Dark Apostle roared out for orders, without the slightest hint of his former demeanor. "Whoever can kill him will be promoted! I will personally administer the anointing ceremony for him! ”

"And send them to the greedy jaws of the subspace demons in exchange for a little power for yourself?"

Sevita finally burst out laughing, in stark contrast to his previous silence, as if he had some kind of hysteria or mental problem.

However, he did not say anything more, but escaped into the darkness in front of the traitors. Five seconds later, he descended from the sky and, with the help of the Night Soul, sprang into a group of Whisperers who were on guard with guns.

The chainsaw halberd danced wide, stumps flew high, and heads fell to the ground. The headless or mutilated body swayed to the ground, but Sevita slew faster and faster.

He turned around with a bloody aura, and strode forward, stabbing straight into the heart of the Bearers like a sharp knife, aiming at Erebas.

The Dark Apostle saw his dark eyes with great clarity, and let out a scream without any image: "Kill him!" ”

He's urging, he's ordering. At this moment, even those who had been completely brainwashed by him felt that something was wrong.

Sevita graciously did not let them continue to think, and instead dismantled Erebas's orders into death after death with sheer violence.

He swept through like a storm, even Astarte couldn't see him clearly, and the mutated flesh and blood power armor couldn't stop his terrifying strength and precision.

Blood and death were the only way to tell where he was now, where someone was dying and where someone was being mutilated.

Erebus couldn't help but be a little stunned, he had been forced to be stimulated too many times today, and he still didn't understand at the moment.

Yago Sevitaleon is still in the position of God, that's for sure. But he didn't activate it, not even the one time he used psionic energy like the one on Coth.

He was fighting on his own, but how could an Astarte have such power?

"That's of course because of the ship he is treading on, the hand of fate that I stretch out."

The voice of the Lord of Change, laughing, came from the depths of the subspace and reached his ears.

"Haven't you found out yet? Patronizing and running for your life but not being able to distract yourself from your feet? This is not the mindset of a wise man. Let's take a closer look."

He laughed and walked away, and Erebus hesitated for less than half a second before immediately observing the Night Soul as the Lord of Change had said.

He knew that he would fall into some kind of trap, but anything worse than his current situation was death—so what else was there to hesitate about?

The Dark Apostle swept through the demonic steel and deep darkness, his natural serpent-like keen observation that allowed him to quickly spot something wrong.

It is transforming towards an altar, an altar that collects hatred to nourish and strengthen Yago Sevitalyon. But wouldn't he be forced to ascend to demons because of this? It is impossible to be so gracious with divine grace, or so

Erebus remembered the mask that Savita had put on her face, and suddenly she had an answer.

I see.

He suddenly laughed, his hands fluttering, and more teleportation spells were released again.

This time, however, he had only a handful of them at his side. Many more of the Bearers from another Abyss-class ship were teleported across the Night Soul.

Want to be an altar, huh? So, how can there be no priests who worship gods on the altar?

A thought was passed along the imprint of his acquired imprint into the minds of those who spoke the word, and the order was not to kill or destroy, but to pray, prayer with great reverence.

Pray to the Ancient Four, to the Sadism, Tzeentch, Sanesh, and Nurgle. Say their names aloud, and the names of each of the holy demons under them. Sing hymns and sacrifice ourselves to prove our piety to the gods!

Erebus looked up and finished his speech. The air in all directions immediately began to transform, and the minions he summoned faithfully carried out his orders, and they did so immediately.

One traitor after another, who had long been thoroughly polluted by Chaos, sliced open their chests, took out two hearts one by one, and shredded them with the ritual knives they carried with them, or simply clenched them with their hands and squeezed out the blood

A sacred ballad was thus sung in unison, and began to float over the soul of the night.

Sevita snapped to a halt, the chainsaw halberd in her right hand unabated, brutally sawing open the upper half of a swafer's face.

His skull and eyes flew in the air, and half of his brain splattered into the walls. He immediately screamed, and Sevita caught up with him in two steps, slamming his left fist into his back to create a gap, and then immediately reached into it.

The sharp fingers cut through the flesh, and his power carried him deep into it, grabbing a vertebrae.

Sevita pinched it and began to control the traitor to block his own gun, but no longer focused on the other Bearers. Taking advantage of the moment, he glanced over at Erebus, just in time to catch a smile rising from the latter's sickly face.

The wail of the Night Soul rose in his ears in the next second.

All right. Sevita thought. Thankfully, I learned a little from the venerable Perturabo.

He let go of his hand, letting the battered flesh fall to the ground and retreat into darkness again, but this time Erebus did not panic again, but smiled deliberately.

He knew that the ruthless and deadly killer hadn't gone far, but what did it matter? He was trying to persecute him, to provoke him, so that he would show his flaws

He's been doing it ever since he met Yago Sevitaleon on this ship. Sevita was wary and didn't give him a chance, but now?

With the opportunity to kill me slipping away from you, and the ship being held in the hands of Chaos, can you continue to stay calm?

Erebus smiled and raised his hands and pinched a spell while shouting, "Yago, my dear Yago! I'll tell you something, your brothers are confronting a god of chaos on the ground of Litatra—"

"-I don't care." Yago Sevitaleone said coldly.

His mask was gone, and he was covered in blood, descending from the darkness, pale as a ghost, the emblem of the Midnight Blade glittering on his shoulder armor.

The chainsaw pierced Erebus's chest, but the Dark Apostle reached out to hug him. The air surged, and five vicious claws from the Blood God Realm ripped open the air, piercing into Sevita's back, and even peeking out from Erebas's back.

"I won." The Dark Apostle said with difficulty. "It's different from the future I see, but I still won. There's nothing you can do but ascend, Yago. ”

Sevita didn't speak, just looked at him with a sneer, and the smile that had just risen instantly froze on Erebas's face—for no other reason than because the deck of the Night Spirit was trembling.

The next second, it began to disintegrate, and brilliant fires and magma-like brilliance erupted from beneath their feet, engulfing everything like a volcanic eruption.

In the flames, a bit of golden light fell into the low-earth orbit of the Litatra.

On the ground, Karil Lohals saw the brilliant explosion, but there was no sadness on his bloody face.

"Captain of the Kaior War." He called softly. "I think you may need to get a new ship from Captain Yago Savitarion."

The Shadow Knight's warlord looked at him with a puzzled face, but he didn't say a word, just grabbed the stretcher in his hand so that it wouldn't fall to the ground.

(End of chapter)