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Chapter 459 Blood God: I feel my brain is getting brighter and brighter
Dark Side of the Empire, Nagasaki System, Planet Heroshima,

Erebus, the Dark Apostle, the Hand of Fate, and the Spokesman of the Gods, walked slowly on the blood-stained altar, reciting blasphemous and filthy spells.

The slaughter was spreading under the eighty-eight-meter-high, eight-story, eight-step altar.
The dense crowd was roaring, abandoning all rationality and fighting.

888 million mortals were captured here, and Erebus used blasphemous spells to awaken the primitive bloodlust hidden in their blood, and declared that only the warrior who survived in the end would have the right to receive the blessing of the gods and become the host of blood, violence and killing in the world.
Thus, the cruel and completely irrational killing began.

Mortals kill with swords, with stones, with nails, with broken bones, with teeth, with everything they can think of,

The killing lasted for eight days and eight nights. Corpses piled up like mountains, blood gathered and flowed like rivers, and skulls turned into a chaotic eight-pointed star.

A strong man with a twisted body, who had received great blessing from Khorne, roared and fought with a mutant that had been deformed into three hound heads.
The strong man roared and tore off the two heads of the hound mutant, and the hound mutant tore and bit off one of his arms.
Blood continued to flow out, the sturdy man opened his bloody mouth, bit the hound mutant's head, and tore off the hound mutant's head with his only remaining hand and arm.
He roared and raged, kneeling in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, celebrating his victory.
However, at this moment, among the pile of corpses, a young, thin boy suddenly emerged and stabbed the strong man's neck with a hideous bone spur.
"Why are you killing us! Why are you killing us?!"

"What did we do wrong?! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

An angry roar came from the boy's mouth, and his frail arms burst out with strength far beyond what he could muster at his age.

The sturdy man howled savagely and tore the thin boy's body with all his strength. The boy's legs were torn off, his torso was torn apart, and his internal organs kept flowing out.

But he held the bone spur tightly with both hands and stabbed it into the strong man's neck.
Gradually, the strong man let out a wail and fell into the sea of ​​blood.
The young man with a broken body was lying on the body of the strong man, dying.
However, at this moment, all the piles of corpses began to bleed. Endless blood weaved into the terrifying runes of the Blood God Khorne and gathered around the dying thin boy.

Blood rained down from the sky, and countless war cries rang out from behind the curtain of reality. The demons praised the courage of this frail young man and the boundless killing.
The veil of reality became blurred, and countless Khorne demons emerged from the warp and poured into the boy's slender body.
The boy struggled, wailed, and roared, his body gradually becoming twisted and hideous, absorbing the corpses and blood around him and continuing to expand. The boy's body was embedded in those corpses, and the bodies that were distorted by the demon's infestation were glued to each other, as if it was a monstrous creature formed by the fusion of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of out-of-control chaos eggs.

Hundreds of deformed arms stretched out from the hands of this monstrous creature, holding handfuls of bone spurs harboring Khorne demons. His body was made up of bright red flesh and blood, and was dozens of meters tall. His muscles looked like red corpses. The skinny head of the young boy was embedded in the skull of this giant beast, and his eyes were full of madness and bloodlust.

Erebus looked with satisfaction at the hideous, bloody chaos beast that was born from the huge ritual he had constructed.
As the Hand of Fate, he has mastered the art of Chaos for 10,000 years, and he can create these bloody Chaos beasts with ease.
The slaughter of 800 million mortals, using their corpses and the final victors as hosts, attracted 88,000 Khorne demons to host and shape this terrifying beast.
The only problem was that with so many demons crammed into the same body, the boy's original will was naturally torn to pieces. He went completely crazy, and his will was no different from that of a Chaos Egg. He was just a pure beast, with only the primitive desire to spread killing.

Erebus created four such terrifying beasts, which were blessed by Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh and Nurgle respectively. However, the two chaos beasts blessed by Slaanesh and Nurgle were relatively weak.

There are more blasphemous and filthy Chaos corruptions entrenched on this planet, turning the entire planet into the killing field of Erebus, which is almost invulnerable.
But creating these four chaos beasts and corrupting the entire planet is not Erebus's ultimate goal.
Such a huge sacrifice is to please the gods and communicate directly with them, but
Tzeentch’s response was: No time, anxious to exercise, squatting, I believe in you, remember to exercise every day and always be hopeful.

Slaanesh said that letting Lucius do what he wanted was his bottom line, and that he should not be contacted in the future, as he was afraid that Saint Doraemon would misunderstand him.

Nurgle said that Mortarion prevented Nurgle from replying to Erebus because messages were not allowed to be replied during class, and threatened that if Erebus disturbed Professor Mortarion's lectures again, he would let him taste the power of Barbarus.

This made Erebus blush a little.
He is the hand of fate, the most favored person by the gods in the past, the mastermind behind the great rebellion, the great son of chaos, Erebus.
Now that Slaanesh and Nurgle have clearly rejected Erebus, Tzeentch is busy with his own affairs and can only provide limited help.
Erebus can only hope that the last God, the Blood God Khorne, can provide him with help.
The strong smell of blood filled Erebus's surroundings. The strong subspace fluctuations generated by the sacrifice of 800 million people gathered into a blood-colored storm, hovering above the sky, dyeing everything in sight orange-red.

The smell of blood was so pungent and sharp that it made Erebus feel dizzy, his blood rushed, and his muscles ached.

In the sky, a hideous and terrifying figure was reflected in the blood-red storm.

It was a blood-soaked god sitting on a brass throne with a limp on one leg.

Looking at Khorne with a limp leg, Erebus secretly said in his heart, "Not good."
The Blood God's condition also looked a little bad.
Damn it, how did the gods become like this?

Erebus was ready for Khorne to hang up and pray.
"Say!"

The Blood God's voice was deafening, causing Erebus to feel dizzy:
"I have another brutal bloody battle to focus on!"

Khorne was referring to the increasingly fierce battle in his thigh. The bullets transformed from the Crone Sword were constantly transmitting the Emperor's power. More and more curses emerged from them and fought with Khorne's demon army. Khorne really had no time to pay attention to Erebus.

But Khorne had to acknowledge Erebus's achievements.
Not to mention that the Heresy itself was promoted by Erebus, Khârn, who was quite favored by Khorne, also became the Chosen One of Khorne under the promotion of Erebus.

So even though he didn't have much energy, Khorne still took some time to focus on Erebas. Erebaston felt that the Blood God was such a loyal god, and he almost shed tears.

"My Lord, the Most Powerful Spirit, the Wrathful Spirit, your humble servant Erebus prays for the fulfillment of one of the rewards you promised ten thousand years ago."

This is Erebus' biggest trump card. The gods have made many promises to him for his contributions in the Great Rebellion. Whenever Erebus needs it, he can pray to the gods to fulfill those promises.

"."The Blood God responded to Erebus with silence.

His silence made Erebus feel uneasy.

"You are a great and dignified warrior. You wounded my thigh and gave me endless wars. What reason do I have to be partial to you?" the Blood God questioned.

"That's right, my master. He is a great being, incomparably powerful."

Eribas bowed hurriedly and explained:
“It is with courage that I challenge that person, fighting to put that person in the place where he should be.”

"To fight the strong with the weak, and not to give up the fight just because you are weak, isn't this your Eightfold Blood Path?"

"Besides, it was you who promised me that because of my merits—"

"Just because I promise doesn't mean I will fulfill it." The Blood God growled and interrupted Erebus.

The air suddenly became frozen again. Erebus opened his mouth, but was completely speechless for a moment.

The Blood God seemed to realize that what he said was not a good idea.

He turned and said to Erebus: "I can help you and give you the strength to fight against Saint Doraemon."

"But you must offer me a new and worthy champion, just as you once offered me Karn."

Angrath and Skarbrand are dead, and Kharn has been set free by the Blood God, who needs a new chosen one to carry out his will.

"." Erebas felt as if he had eaten a piece of himself.

There are many people who serve the Blood God, and there are also many who are willing to throw themselves into the arms of the Blood God, but there are few who are worthy of being blessed by the Blood God.
Because the Blood God does not allow cowardice, but courageous warriors rarely betray the false emperor.

"I can only create opportunities for you." Erebas said as respectfully as possible, "You still need to help me first."

The Blood God's wild laughter sounded in Erebas' ears, as if He was mocking Erebas.

"Yes." The Blood God growled and said, "I will help you."

Erebus showed a delighted expression and kowtowed to thank the Blood God for his help.

But... But a sly look flashed across the Blood God's eyes.
He promised to help, but he didn't say that this help would only help Erebus.
It is still unclear whether Saint Doraemon or Erebus will get this help.

The Blood God only desires more brutal battles, more violent conflicts, and a new chosen one who can carry out His will.
His help will only make the conflict more intense, nothing else matters.
Ever since he had seized more knowledge about strategy and tactics from Tzeentch's territory, the Blood God felt that his brain was working better and better.

(End of this chapter)