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Chapter 500: What slaves? They are called God's Chosen!
"Erebus."

Erebus answered Lock's question and said his name
then
"Wrong answer"

A thunderclap came from the sky, piercing into Erebas' body from the top of his head, penetrating his entire body. The intense pain made Erebas let out a sharp howl.

Wrong answer?

how come? !

Erebus was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered,
"Erebus" is not his real name.

He remembered,
In his hometown, in the hot and dusty Kochis, in the small village where he was born, there was once a pious, kind, and promising young boy.

The child painted scriptures on his face and smooth head, worked piously and prayed to God, and was a role model and example in that small town where flies and dust coexisted.
Even the lazy, bloated, ridiculous woman, the one he once called mother, would complain: "Why can't you be like Erebus?" "Why can't you be like Erebus?"

He remembered his mother's teachings, "Why can't he become Erebus?" These were the only valuable words that came out of his mother's stinky mouth.

So he strangled the devout, hard-working child, watched his eyes burst and his face turn blue, and watched his sweet, beautiful soul die at his hands.

Then he dragged the body into the alley, put on the dead man's robe, copied the scriptures on the dead man's face onto his own face and shaved head, left his birthplace, and walked away, stealing the child's name.
That pious, hard-working child is the real Erebus, whose name and identity were stolen from the beginning.
And his real name.
Erebus's eyes showed confusion and bewilderment.
He couldn't remember his real name, the real name given to him by his fat and lazy mother, the real name that represented his true identity.

how come?
When did he forget? Why did he forget?

So who else knows his real name?

Erebus stared at the locked question, trembling all over, with an ugly look on his face.
He realized one thing.
Of all the gods, only the Chaos Gods knew his true name.
A true name has a unique meaning, and the name itself has power.
Just chanting the demon's true name can greatly weaken the demon, and knowing the Emperor's true name may even give you the opportunity to murder the Emperor.
Likewise, his real name also means a lot to Erebus.

Especially when Erebus had been wearing a fake name and fake identity for tens of thousands of years, and everything he obtained depended on this fake identity.
A cold sweat broke out on Erebus's head. The gods knew his real name, which was equivalent to grabbing a noose around Erebus' neck.
As long as the four gods are willing, they can expose Erebus's fake identity and read out Erebus's real name, and then strangle Erebus to death.
Erebus was a complete slave of the gods from beginning to end, even more enslaved than the demon primarchs, even more enslaved than Be'lakor.
At this moment, he felt a great fear, and suddenly realized that he had been played by the gods from the beginning to the end.
"No, there is still a chance." Erebus whispered softly: "As long as I can make Saint Doraemon ascend and open the path of ascension blocked by the Emperor, I can become one of the gods myself and get rid of their control."

Erebas suddenly regained his passion, and the fear he had just felt was thrown behind him very smoothly.
There were faint sounds of mocking voices and the calls of some birds in his ears, but Erebus instinctively ignored those sounds.

In the crystal labyrinth of the warp, Tzeentch relied on training to digest the domains that were forced into him by Slaanesh and Khorne. He hooked his fingers slightly. On his fingertips were chains made of Erebus's real name, through which he manipulated Erebus's fate and thoughts.

With continuous training, Tzeentch has digested more than 80% of the new domains and regained some of the previously lost domains. His status has recovered a lot and he can now make some minor interferences to the material universe.
He manipulated the fate of Erebus and Be'lakor.

Perhaps other gods would call Erebus a slave, but the word slave is so presumptuous, Tzeentch prefers to call him the Chosen One.
Slaves are aware that they are being enslaved, and may resist, refuse to cooperate, or be lazy, but the Chosen Ones are much better. They will mistakenly believe that they have free will, and that everything they do is free and out of their own will. They will never think of resisting, but will fully cooperate with Tzeentch's actions and enthusiastically serve Tzeentch's plans.
This is true of Ahriman, Be'lakor, and Erebus.

Be'lak wielded the Shadow Blade in his hand, suppressing Titus.
He had some cuts from the chainsaw, but they were not serious.

On the contrary, the power armor on Titus's body had already developed terrifying cracks.

If he were the same person as before, he would have probably collapsed at this moment.
But the power given to him by Conrad Curze was constantly accumulating in his body, and that kind of cold subspace power made his body tougher than before.

"I really don't understand how the Blood God could choose you!"

Beelak was jealous and mocked Titus, who was always relying on his prophetic ability to passively defend himself:
"A coward, a little devil who only dares to dodge."

Titus completely ignored Be'lak's ridicule. He looked at Be'lak with a cold gaze, and his dark eyes without eyelids constantly reflected scenes of the future.

Be'lak was enraged by Titus' attitude, and swung the shadow blade in his hand at Titus even more fiercely.

But perhaps because of the excessive movement, Bilak's abdomen began to wriggle and twitch, and he felt unbearable pain.

Bilak's movements suddenly stopped in mid-air, and his face showed a strange and embarrassed expression.

Titus seized this brief moment of opportunity. His dark eyes looked at Be'lak's head, and the psychic energy that had been gathering since the beginning of the battle was released. In the blink of an eye, his will solidified into a cold spherical lightning, which burst on Be'lak's head with cold electric light.
The twisting electric light directly pierced Bilak's eyeballs and exploded his flesh and blood. The intense pain made Bilak retreat repeatedly, and he fell on the ground with a sharp whine.

"You bastard!!!"

Bilak roared sharply. Most of his head was blown apart, bleeding profusely. It was ugly and embarrassing.

Titus also looked exhausted. Having consumed a lot of spiritual energy, his body became stiff and difficult to move.
Be'lak angrily raised the Shadow Blade and was about to kill Titus——

Bang! ! ! !

At the moment when Be'lak's mind was overwhelmed by anger and Titus attracted his attention, the cry of a mourning crow suddenly sounded.
"Bilak, I need you to open the door!" At this moment, Erebus's voice also sounded behind the curtain of shadow.

(End of this chapter)