I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 490 Can revenge be achieved in nine generations? Even in a hundred generations!

The blood son roared and cut the thick skin of Erebus. Blood and flesh spurted out and splashed on Kahn's arm.

Erebus screamed sharply, but in an instant, the screaming, chopped-off head turned into a dull-eyed Tzeentchian wrestling eagle man.

Fate took a most unfortunate turn, and a Tzeentchian Daemon took Erebus's place in the fate of death.
Although all the knowledge in the wrestling eagles' brains was emptied, their identities as Tzeentchian demons have not changed. The power of fate from Tzeentch still flows in their bodies, and they can be used as sacrifices to bear the fate of death on behalf of Erebus.
Erebus lost another bird-shaped tattoo.
This was completely beyond Erebus's expectations.
How could it be such a coincidence?
The door he entered led to where Kahn was. In order to get rid of Fat Tiger's pursuit, he rushed into this door before Bilak.

At this moment, Erebus also realized that his luck was obviously not right.
Is it a curse? Or is it the effect of that Saint Doraemon's props?

Erebus hastily swung the ritual dagger in his hand and cut a hole.
This opening does not lead to other rooms or other places, but is just a short-distance teleportation within this room.
Because the entire Blessed Lady has been sealed off by Saint Doraemon's gadgets, using the ritual dagger to teleport to other rooms or the outside world has been completely prohibited.

Erebus just used this opportunity to create a little distance between himself and Kahn, to prevent himself from being killed by Kahn's axe at close range.

Erebus emerged from a distance of more than ten meters from Kahn. This was the farthest distance Erebus could keep from Kahn in this cabin.
Kahn roared, and in the blink of an eye he crossed the distance of more than ten meters and came in front of Erebus.

Erebus hastily threw out a blood-red pearl from his hand. The luster on the pearl flickered suddenly, reflecting a figure bathed in millions of blood.
The figure emerged from the red pearl and formed between Kahn and Erebus.
It was a demon covered in black smoke, larger than an ordinary bloodthirsty demon. The black smoke condensed into bright red flesh and blood, and its teeth were as big as swords. It wore a brass collar of Khorne around its neck, brass armor on its body, and a cloak woven from a thousand Space Marine skulls. It held the Axe of Khorne in one hand and a skull scepter with the mark of the Blood God in the other.

"Kahn! Kahn! My brother!" A savage laugh came from the demon's mouth. He seemed to be delighted to see Kahn: "It's so exciting to see you!"

The Axe of Khorne and the Blood Son collided with each other, and the smell of blood floated in the air.

"Seed of Destruction." Kahn growled the name of the demon.

One of the Blood God's earliest demon princes, the Seed of Destruction,

It is said that he was a terrible general who wreaked havoc on Terra during the first and second millennia of humankind. He led his army to ravage many ancient nations on Terra, massacred several human races, destroyed countless cities, and left a deep impression on mankind. Such killing naturally attracted the attention of the Blood God.

The Blood God rewarded him and elevated this bloody general into his Demon Prince. Now he is also the Blood God's strongest Demon Prince besides Angron, just like Skarbrand to the Great Daemon of Khorne and Karn to the Chosen of Khorne in his heyday.

Kahn knew that this was a formidable opponent. The Seed of Destruction once chopped off the "head" of an enchanted warlord-class Titan in a rage.

"You look well, my bloodthirsty brother." The Seed of Destruction laughed wildly, and the smell of sulfur continued to come out of his mouth, almost suppressing Kahn.

Kahn didn't hesitate and took a step back. Then Raum, who was parasitic in his body, floated up. Kahn's body swelled to a size of three or four meters. A pair of hideous flesh wings grew on his back. The power armor merged with his body, and his naked arms turned into hideous demon claws.

"Seed of Destruction." Kahn waved the Blood Son again and collided it with the Seed of Destruction.

"Great! You've been crazy for the past ten thousand years, intoxicated by the false anger that nail gave you, and I haven't had a serious fight with you." The Seed of Destruction laughed and confronted and collided with Kahn.

Kahn was silent for a while, but Raum in Kahn's body spoke Kahn's inner thoughts: "In the past ten thousand years, you have been sealed for half of the time, and you have done nothing." The Seed of Destruction wiped out two loyal Space Marine chapters in the Fifth Black Crusade, and then fell into the hands of the Blood Angels and was sealed in a statue of Sanguinius for a full five thousand years. Kahn had hardly seen him in the Blood God's domain.
Not familiar, really not familiar.

"I thought you would condemn me for betraying the path of the Blood God." Kahn said with a somewhat sarcastic smile.

He has now received the blessing of Saint Doraemon, the Emperor's psychic flame is burning on his axe, and his body has been transformed by Belisarius Cawl. It is somewhat unfair to him to receive the blessing of the Blood God.

"How could this be! My bloodthirsty brother."

The Seed of Destruction laughed wildly, and Blood Son left a hideous scar on his chest. The Seed of Destruction also left a similar scar on Kahn's chest:
"No one can condemn an ​​avenger."

"When I was still a mortal, I once heard a saying from a southerner."

"Can revenge be taken after nine generations? Even after a hundred generations!"

"Fight killing with killing, and there will be no mercy for death! A gentleman's revenge will make the thief afraid!"

"Come on, Kahn, let's see whether you can get your revenge or I will chop off your head!"

Different from the passionate confrontation between Kahn and Seed of Destruction, the atmosphere between Fat Tiger, Big Demon and Bilak was rather subtle.

Fat Tiger swung the bat in his hand and smashed the wrestling eagle man to pieces in no time.
Then he looked at Bilak who had just escaped from Erebus's spell.

Bilak, standing in front of the light gate, looked at Fat Tiger and grinned coldly.

The first demon prince holding the shadow blade exudes a terrifying aura.

If they fight with all their strength, Fat Tiger may not be Bilak's opponent.

But Bilak narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the bat in Fat Tiger's hand, which was burning with the Emperor's psychic flame.
If Bilak is accidentally killed by this baseball bat, the risk of complete death is quite high, Bilak muttered in his heart.

"." The two demons stared at each other.

Then, Bilak turned sideways and pointed at the light gate behind him.

"Together?"

(End of this chapter)