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Chapter 477 Kahn: Praise the Emperor

Erebas fell heavily to the ground, most of his head was shattered, there were two blood holes as big as bowls on his chest, and the thirsty water drained him into a mummy in the blink of an eye.

His body fell to the ground in pieces, and the spells binding Kallain and Titus disappeared.

"Dead?" Kallain asked, panting and looking at Erebus's corpse.

It stands to reason that after an attack of this magnitude, an Astartes would have no chance of surviving.

Erebus, the most guilty person in the entire galaxy, the mastermind and ringleader of the Heresy, is dead.

Karen grabbed the grenade launcher at his waist and pulled the trigger.

Six rounds of explosive shells exploded on Erebus' body, causing his shriveled and dehydrated corpse to raise a cloud of pale dust.

There was no response, Erebus was really dead.

"Kahn will be very happy. The whole galaxy will be happy." Kalain said with a slight smile: "Hold a celebration party tonight?"

Karen has always loved eating the duck blood vermicelli soup made from the Doraemon food wallpaper.
He vaguely remembered that Titus preferred sweets, and iced blueberries soaked in yogurt were his favorite.

Titus tilted his head slightly and looked at Caleon.

Karen's face also trembled violently.

He suddenly realized something. If Erebus was really dead, it would not be his turn to whip the corpse. Kahn would not still be hiding in the dark.
Feathers, blue feathers suddenly seeped out from Erebus's power armor,

"Erebus!!!!"

"You're cheating me!!!"

A sharp, bird-like wailing sound came from the power armor.
A ferocious bird-headed beast struggled to get out of Erebus's power armor, spread its muscular blue wings, and fluttered them as if trying to escape.

This is a Tzeentch demon, the Lord of Change!!!

But before Kallain and Titus could react, half of the demon's head suddenly exploded.

For a moment, the two thought that it was the Raven Guard hiding in the dark who fired his sniper rifle again.
But soon they realized something was wrong.
Because there was no sound of gunfire, it seemed as if the demon had been hurt out of nowhere.
After a brief moment, the spiritual energy in the Lord of Change first weakened, then suddenly ran wild, attacking his own physical body, and then shrivelled up. His body began to lose water rapidly and became extremely shriveled.

This, this is exactly the same as the damage Erebus just received. The effects of the large-caliber steel needle, the ashes of the untouchable, the ashes of the star torch, and the water of thirst are all displayed on the body of the Lord of Change at the same time. He seems unable to resist, unable to resist, and unable to refuse the fate that has already arrived.

Finally, two bloody cuts appeared on the chest of the Everchanging Demon Lord, and hot golden spiritual energy surged out.

At this moment, Kallain and Titus noticed that the two steel needles that the Raven Guard shot into Erebus's chest did not contain the ashes of the Untouchable, the ashes of the Astronomican, or the water of thirst, but only two thin pieces of parchment.
But a golden name was written on the sheepskin with blood and ink, containing burning and scorching spiritual energy.

This is a change of fate in the most dangerous and rugged corner, a sharp turn of destiny, and a clever change of established facts.
This is a complicated ritual, in which a Thousand Changes Demon Lord is allowed to live in one's flesh and blood in advance, and used as a sacrifice. At the most critical moment of life and death, the Thousand Changes Demon Lord is allowed to bear the fate of death on one's behalf.
This was originally a perfect ritual. After all, death does not exist for demons. To bear the fate of death is just to temporarily lose the physical body and return to the subspace.

But who could have imagined that Sharokin's bullets were mixed with the Emperor's autograph written in psychic power and blood. The Emperor's psychic power is an absolute nemesis to demons, and can completely destroy demons and bring about their true death.

The Lord of Change let out a sharp roar. The Emperor's psychic energy ignited his entire body. Every muscle condensed from the evil energy of the Warp was burning.
He cursed Erebus with the dirtiest and most vulgar words that humans could think of, condemning Erebus' betrayal and fraud, but he could not fight against the fate of death.
This was a destined and unchangeable fate, which had only changed from Erebus to the Lord of Change.

Erebus did not do anything useless to try to save the Lord of Change, and then he could just contract a new one from Tzeentch.

The thing that the subspace lacks the least is demons. Even if he dies, there will be plenty of demons to do the work.

He quickly got out of the body of the Lord of Change, and with the cover of the Lord of Change's huge body, he quickly pulled out the ritual dagger, cut a hole in the void, and tore open the curtain of reality.

Eribas quickly entered the room, not daring to stay for a moment, fearing that the gunshots announcing the death would sound again.

As for corrupting Titus?
Erebas thought that he had worked hard enough and could report to the Blood God. After all, if he had not been cautious enough and his accumulation of ten thousand years was not enough, he would have died here just now.

Thinking of this, Erebus stepped into the crack. He was very careful not to teleport directly to the bridge, in case Saint Doraemon had already found the bridge and ambushed it. Instead, he temporarily chose a dark and cold cabin.

After escaping safely, Erebus breathed a sigh of relief, and the rift behind him quickly closed. But Erebus didn't notice that at the last moment when the rift closed, a figure came into his blind spot.
Erebus picked up the ritual dagger forged from obsidian and was about to put it into the scabbard inside the power armor————————

His psychic prophecy gift set off alarm bells, and he instinctively swung the ritual dagger in his hand and stabbed in the direction of the prophecy.
The blood son roared and screamed, the sound of flesh being cut rang out, and the hand of Erebus that was holding the ritual dagger was cut off by the chainsaw and fell into the corner of the wall in the distance.

"Kahn!!!!" Erebas let out a sharp wail. He was completely unaware of Kahn's existence before Kahn took action. Only at the last moment did Kahn's figure appear in his prophecy.

Kahn did not hide anymore. He took off the blind spot star and showed himself in front of Erebus.

He was wearing scarlet power armor that had completely merged with his flesh and blood. The blood-stained rabbit-ear helmet looked as hideous as a devil's horns. His bare arms were highly distorted and as scarlet as the arms of a bloodthirsty demon.

"It's so nice to see you, Kahn."

A gentle smile flashed across Erebus's lips:

"You should thank me. It was because I helped you clear the obstacles that you were able to go so deep into the Eightfold Blood Path."

"Shut up and die, wild dog." It was not Kahn who was speaking, but Raum who was possessed by Kahn.

Kahn's only response was the roar of his blood son running at full speed.

Ten thousand years later, this chainsaw axe inherited from Angron once again felt the true wrath of its master.
It was not the false anger brought on by the butcher's nails, but the anger born from hatred and accumulated for ten thousand years.
This anger nourished the Bloodson, causing it to roar as it had once done in Angron's hands.

"Do you think I am still the same as I was ten thousand years ago?" Erebus raised his scepter in response.
Ten thousand years ago, Kharn nearly killed Erebus with three axes.

Erebus's scepter shattered, and the mica dragon teeth inlaid on the blood-scepter showed their power, crushing the weapon that had accompanied Erebus for ten thousand years.

"Same." Kahn said coldly, no emotion in his voice: "Exactly the same."

Erebus uttered a series of blasphemous curses at the fastest speed in his life. In an instant, the air between him and Kahn crackled, and the evil wind of the warp blew into reality, spinning continuously and rapidly expanding into a huge shape of red, green, and purple.
The Secret Keepers, Great Unclean Ones, and Bloodthirsty Demons who had signed a contract with Erebus were released into reality. Under the enslavement of Erebus, these great demons opened their bloody mouths at Kahn and stared at him with their beastly eyes.

Then Erebus turned and ran, rushing towards his arm that was removed by Kahn, trying to use the ritual dagger to cut through reality and escape.

Kahn is indeed very strong, but Erebus is the hand of fate, the most favored person by the gods, and can even enslave the four gods' four-headed demon.
Even Kahn couldn't face three demons at the same time.
Even if he can really fight against the three-headed demon, it will at least take time, right?

Before Kahn dealt with the three-headed demon, Erebus had already used that ritual dagger to open a rift—Huh?

Just as Erebas took a few steps forward, a hideous red beast head rolled up in blood and passed by Erebas, slamming to the ground.

That is the head of a bloodthirsty demon.
Erebus stiffened and turned his head slightly.
The body of the Great Unclean One had been torn into pieces, piled into a mountain of rotten flesh, and slowly dissipated in reality.
Kahn stepped on the mountain of flesh, his body distorted and expanded to three or four meters high. A pair of bloody wings spread out on the back of his hand, and the shadow of the huge wings shone on Erebus's face.
Kahn's bare arm outside the power armor was no different from a demon's. Chains and flesh grew together, connecting the blood child. The other hand had claws that strangled the Great Keeper's neck.

The blood flew across and easily cut off the head of the keeper.
The Chosen One of Khorne turned his head slightly and looked at Erebus. His deformed arm pulled the trigger of the Blood Son.

The chainsaw attached to the thin parchment spun loudly, and the name signed by the Emperor himself on it overflowed with burning spiritual energy. As the chainsaw spun, the raging Emperor's flames ignited on the blood seed in an instant, like a roaring hot whirlpool.

Kahn's helmet cracked, revealing a hideous bloody mouth. He seemed to be laughing.

"Praise the Emperor," he said, "and this time with all sincerity."

"What the hell." Erebas was shocked.

(End of this chapter)