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Chapter 479: World Eaters
"Do not!!"

Kosolax himself didn't know where he got the courage from, why he said "no" to Erebus,

Did Erebus's serious injury give Corsolax courage? Was it because he was reluctant to part with the Conqueror, a ship he had worked so hard to obtain? Was it because he didn't want the respected Lady Saleen to be hurt?

Or did Lady Sarin's words "The true glory of the World Eaters lies in defiance" influence Corthorax? Or did the Regent of the World Eaters need no reason to refuse to sink the Legion's Glorious Queen-class battleships?

Kosolaks himself couldn't quite figure it out.
But at that moment, the Butcher's Nail on his head made a slight sound. Kosolax, who could usually resist the Butcher's Nail with his willpower, somehow couldn't suppress the rage that suddenly emerged from his heart, and rejected Erebus's request irrationally.
But after regaining his senses, Kosolax broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately realized that his refusal would definitely anger Erebus.

"Actually, there's no need. I'm not." Kosolax explained to Erebus in a low, incoherent voice.

"Idiot, I didn't control your mind only because I didn't want to, not because I couldn't."

Erebus laughed sarcastically:
"In the chess game of the gods, you are not even a pawn."

"Give the order to sink the Conqueror."

Erebus used the bewitching sound. He was a master of this art. Even the great demons would be controlled by his unquestionable tone, psychic energy, and spirit, and would instinctively act according to his instructions.

Kosolax, a little-known Chaos Lord, could not stand up to his bewitching voice.

Stab it! ! !

The chainsaw whistled and tore Erebas' face directly, then cut all the way to Erebas' chest, leaving another hideous wound on Erebas.

Erebus roared and took several steps back, looking at Kosolax in disbelief.
The butcher's nails on Kosolax's head buzzed and exploded. His expression was distorted and his eyes were bloodshot, burning with anger.
He was not controlled by Erebus's eloquent words.
"How could it be?" Erebas spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying, his eyes full of confusion and hesitation.

Kosolax gritted his teeth and gave an ugly smile: "It feels worse than a butcher's nail."

This was the only advantage of Kosolax. In the past ten thousand years, the wrath brought by the Butcher's Nails had not been able to control Kosolax, let alone the mere bewitching voice of Erebus.

But because he had to use his energy to fight against Erebus's bewitching voice, Kotholacus was unable to completely suppress the Butcher's Nails for the first time.

The anger that he had been suppressing for a long time was awakened by the roaring Butcher's Nail. The wildfire-like anger almost drowned Kosolax's reason.

But it was also anger that made Kosolax suddenly understand why he had instinctively rejected Erebus's order to sink the Conqueror.
Because he was angry,
Not only was he angry at Erebus, but he was also angry at Angron, the False Emperor, and the Butcher's Nails. He was even angry at the so-called fate that oppressed him and took away the little glory he had finally gotten.
Ten thousand years of bitterness, all the pain and struggle, everything turned into fuel for anger, completely devouring Kosolax, and ultimately driving him to a completely irrational, unplanned rebellion.

He swung his axe at Erebus. He rebelled against Erebus, against the hand of fate that claimed to fulfill the predetermined fate, and against the fate that did not reserve any place for him in the chess game of the gods.

But that's about it.

Blood could not stop pouring out of Erebus' chest. The wound that had just been healed by the magic was exposed to the air again. His broken spine could not support his body, and he fell to the ground like a worm.

This made the Hand of Fate feel extremely humiliated. This situation was completely beyond his expectations.
A mortal who was unworthy of a place in the game of gods actually dared to resist his will.

"Idiot." Erebus was furious: "Go to hell."

The scarlet Khorne beast that was dormant in the corner of the bridge emerged under the control of Erebus. The hundred-armed beast brandished various hideous and twisted weapons and crushed towards Corthorax.

The beast was ferocious and terrifying. Kosolax, wearing the Terminator Power Armor, looked so small and vulnerable in front of it.
In the blink of an eye, the beast rushed in front of Kosolax. He could already smell the blood and sulfur on the beast.
And, of course, there’s the smell of death.

At the last moment, Kosolax glanced at the bridge, where the hostess, or the Conqueror's female captain, Lotara Sarin, was tied up tightly by the chains woven by Erebus with witchcraft. "I protected the Conqueror." Kosolax's voice was full of pride: "Is this enough to be promoted to captain? Captain?"

The Khorne monster rolled over Corthorax like a high-speed train, smashing through the wall of the bridge, causing a flurry of flying steel. Corthorax's body was instantly deformed in the collision, and every bone was shattered. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the Conqueror.

The scarlet beast crawled out of the huge crater it had created, and according to Erebus's orders, he killed Kotholax.

But Erebus was not happy. His expression was gloomy. Losing Cortholacus meant that he could not command those World Eaters that he could not control, and could not sink the Conqueror.

Erebus gritted his teeth. He wanted to find other ways, but there was no time.

He drew out the ritual dagger, quickly cut a hole in the air, and instantly drilled into it with the Khorne beast, escaping from the Conqueror.

"division"

The bridge was suddenly silent, leaving only the painful muttering of the mistress whose soul was still bound by the blasphemous spell left by Erebus:

"Regent of Kotholax."

"Angron Karn, save me."

"Inside this gate should be the bridge."

Titus and Calion, wounded, stood before a thick door made of brass and flesh.
Titus held a searching staff in his hand, which was tilted toward the brass door, indicating that Captain Lotara Salin, whom they were looking for, was behind the huge door.

According to Kahn, Captain Sarin has merged with the Conqueror and is eternally sitting on the golden, no, Conqueror's command throne.
So wherever Captain Saleen is, that must be where the Conqueror's bridge is.

But now the door is tightly closed, and there is a faint trace of chaotic evil energy flowing through it. It doesn't seem like it can be easily opened.
Titus nodded slightly at Karlain, then put down the chainsaw sword in his hand, tugged at the small white glove on his left hand, and planned to use the power of the Superman glove to forcibly break open the door.

"Wait a minute."

But at this moment, a red and pink wooden door suddenly appeared in front of Titus.
Zhou Yun, Nobita Nobi and Kahn walked out of the door.

Kahn's blood-colored power armor was covered with a layer of frost, as if he had just returned from a cold environment.
He was teleported into the cold void by the twisted shadow. Fortunately, Zhou Yun had been watching him with a tracking image mirror, and before the vacuum environment could cause any harm to Kahn, he pulled Kahn back to the Lord of Light.
Although Kahn failed to kill Erebus, this operation was still the same as planned by Guilliman and Zhou Yun. He saw through Erebus's trump card, consumed Erebus's accumulation, and knew who Erebus's hidden ally was.
The first demon prince in the warp, the first mortal blessed by the gods to ascend to the devil, the Chaos Undivided Demon Prince, the Shadow Lord Be'lakor,

He was the first to be favored by the gods and was called the eldest son of the gods. He was incomparably powerful and ruled his own empire in both the mortal world and the warp. He was even worshipped as a god.
But he was arrogant and willful, and eventually lost the favor of the gods. Although Bilakor was still the most powerful of the demon princes except for the demon primarchs, his power had declined significantly compared to the past, and he was punished by the gods. He would never be able to have an independent position in the warp or the material universe again, and would never be able to take a step closer to becoming a greater existence. He could only be trapped in his current position.
Because of this, Be'lakor was filled with jealousy, jealous of those who were more favored by the Gods, Chaos, and the Warp than he was.
He fits the definition of a jealous person, and is one of the four people predicted by the Emperor to have a stake in the fate of the galaxy.

In this way, Zhou Yun roughly knew all of Erebas's cards and knew how to take action against him. He would definitely kill him next time.

Zhou Yun gently extended his finger towards the steel gate in front of him, using the power of the vicious skill field to fight against the evil power of Khorne entangled in the Conqueror and the machine soul imprisoned by Erebus's spell.
He pushed his hand forward lightly, and the heavy brass door opened. The dull blood energy surged from the bridge towards everyone's faces.

Kahn's body moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the towering command throne in the bridge.

He was very fast, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the command throne. He saw countless steel cables extending from the Conqueror, mixed with deformed flesh and blood, piercing into the lower body of the woman sitting on the command throne.
The part below the woman's torso was bloody and ugly, and both of her legs were crushed and broken by the heavy steel cable, leaving only a few broken bones.
Her upper body was wrapped in a bloodstained gray uniform, and the bloody handprint on her chest had already faded.
Kahn took three or two steps onto the throne, his eyes hidden under the helmet staring at the woman's pale, tired and painful face. Eight layers of blood-red chains were wrapped around his neck, almost completely restraining her soul and tormenting her spirit.

Kahn gently stretched out his deformed demon-like arm. He hesitated for a moment, and the Raum that lived between his flesh and blood hid back under his skin. In an instant, Kahn's body became much smaller, and his arm turned back into a heavy ordinary Astartes arm.
Kahn gently touched the woman's pale cheek with his fingertips
"Kahn." The woman did not raise her head, but murmured tiredly and weakly: "You are finally back."

"I'm back, Salin."

(End of this chapter)