40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 511 29. The idol is broken and the dead are resurrected (14)

Filthy rituals, unclean blood drawing techniques, calling for chaos, running non-stop.

But the demon laughed loudly in the darkness, read his name, chewed it into pieces, then completely wet it with his stinky saliva, and finally swallowed it whole with its long scarlet tongue.

Erebus! It roared angrily, the sound piercing the darkness, passing through the protection of the spell shield, and piercing his eardrum with precision like a scalpel.

The thing didn't sound like it had anything to do with Lorgar Aurelion, but its hatred of him was real. At this moment, this may be the most real thing in the universe.

Erebus knew this very well, and he had no right to choose. He could only limp through the dark corridor dragging his seriously injured body.

The steel of the Astartes' surgeries and the energy that had been blessed for thousands of years still existed deep within his flesh, but it would take time for them to return to their full glory.

The backlash caused by the forcible interruption of the ritual was much more terrifying than the worst-case scenario that Erebus had expected. With every step he took, his physical condition became weaker and weaker, like a terrible curse.

But it wasn't, the real curse was the thing that was following him closely.

The thing that crushed the corridors, swallowed up darkness and magic, the thing that hated him so much that it wanted to chew up all his flesh and blood.

Erebus had no time to look back and observe it. There was only one thing he could do now, which was to drag his weak body forward.

His body had already fallen into numbness, and his legs were trembling as if they were malfunctioning parts of a machine.

In order to walk a little faster, he even had to squeeze out the last bit of spiritual energy he had left and turn it into a crutch to help him move forward.

If he hadn't been able to manipulate the power of chaos to create more obstacles and cast spells, he would have been swallowed by the demon long ago by advancing at such a turtle-like speed.

This must not happen, he cannot die, at least not in this way in the physical world.

If he is not completely prepared and lets his soul ascend to the highest heaven, the demons who have met him will immediately swarm him, grab him in their palms and tear him into pieces to give to his lord.

Erebas moved forward panting like an ox, his limbs feeling as heavy as weights, and every step he took made him endure tremendous pain.

The muscles trembled, the nerves trembled on the bones, sweat slid down the cheeks, and a viscous liquid that couldn't tell whether it was blood or saliva dripped from the corners of the mouth. He walked awkwardly, fearing that if he took a step too slow, he would be caught by the demon behind him.

He still did not give up the hope of survival. However, this hope was ridiculously fragile in the face of reality. Just three minutes after the escape began, Erebus was suddenly caught in the claws of the hateful monster.

They were like red-hot sharp knives, piercing into his numb body and arousing his consciousness at this moment. The nerves swallowed by the cold finally recovered, but it brought even greater pain.

Erebus roared ferociously, veins popping out on his forehead. He grasped the psychic crutch tightly and weakly handed it out as if swinging a knife.

The power of chaos still did not give up on him. At this moment, they poured into the demon's body along this special crutch, and quickly formed an expulsion circle.

Whenever a demon manifests in the material plane, it is always restricted by such formations. Erebus used his knowledge and desire to survive in the past ten thousand years to complete this magic circle. His two hearts had never been so united and beating so fast.

However, when the light of the expulsion circle lit up, he found that the demon's form was not shaken at all.

The huge, twisted and ugly body still stayed in place, and Lorgar Aurelion's hideous face still rested on his chest, sneering at him with hatred.

Isn't it a demon? !

This thought flew through Erebus' chaotic mind and disappeared quickly, for no other reason than that the claw the demon had gripped him had clenched into a fist.

Bones were broken one by one, with the spine bearing the brunt and being easily severed by sharp claws. High temperature and some terrible force were transmitted along them, turning his flesh and blood into boiling blood.

Erebus gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and began to look for more ways to break the situation. But at this moment, the demon roared and threw him to the ground. His skin was broken, his blood vessels burst, and crystal clear blood like mist rose from his body.

Erebus couldn't help vomiting out a mouthful of internal organs, but still didn't give up hope of surviving. He reluctantly raised his head and screamed out a title in his own blood that he had not shouted for a long, long time.

"Father!" He shouted with all his strength and sincerity. "It's me, your loyal son Erebus, your chief priest!"

——Of course he is not stupid enough to think that saying such words at this time will be useful. The real purpose of the Dark Apostle is just to buy some time for himself.

He bought three seconds with these shameless words, and used these three short seconds to call out the power of chaos again.

Never had Erebus been so grateful for the thin veil that separated the warp from the material world.

The gift of the Four Gods still had not dissipated from him. In the sudden bright light, a group of Astartes who were not like humans and ghosts appeared beside him and the devil.

They wore scarlet armor, but their flesh and blood were completely integrated with the armor. Their entire faces were twisted and merged with the helmets, and their eyelidless eyes of flesh and blood rotated crazily in the center of the eyepiece.

They quickly understood the situation, and a dozen bolt guns began to fire at the demon, even not forgetting to drag away the seriously injured Erebus at this moment.

Two Word Bearers put him on their shoulders and dragged him quickly away from the demon's attack range.

However, the face in the center of the monster's chest began to shed tears of blood, and Lorgar Aurelion's face twitched, forcing the monster's body to burst out with a violent roar like a supernova explosion.

"traitor!"

It roared and rushed into the Word Bearers, its claws swept across, and like a bloodthirsty beast, it completely dismembered these descendants who had never seen him.

Many of them didn't even realize who the monster was that killed them until the last second before they died. In shock and trembling, their souls fell into the subspace.

The demons who had been waiting for them early in the morning quickly swarmed up and carved up all these souls.

Erebus made a deal with them. In order to give his legion a strong fighting capacity, he signed a contract on behalf of those who became the Word Bearers. Until now, it has only been completed.

Vomiting blood, Erebus coughed and spoke in a very weak tone: "Where are our people?"

"On the way, sir." One of the men holding him replied quickly, his voice as noisy as blades rubbing against each other. "We also brought a lot of slaves, you can use them to recover from your injuries."

"No, they are no longer useful." Erebus said, putting his right hand on the man's visor.

The touch that felt like steel and flesh made his fingers rub against each other up and down, leaving a trail of blood. The man thought this action was a compliment, but a kind of joy appeared on his nightmare face.

However, in just the next second, he and his brother screamed.

The chaotic light shone again, easily melting their flesh and blood into steel and turning them into pure nutrients, which were completely absorbed by Erebus.

Although these people have mutated long ago, they still inherit the blood of Luojia. Although the ritual in the body of the Dark Apostle was forced to terminate, the backlash it caused can be made up for as long as sufficient amounts of Luojia's blood are absorbed.

Erebus coughed, stood up straight, and began to run slowly.

His physical condition was better than before. At the same time, he once again called on the power of the High Heavens. With more flashes of light, groups of Word Bearers who obeyed his orders came from their ships one after another. Arrived here.

The power of Chaos is so spectacular that it allows him to perform miracles with his body

Erebus couldn't help but feel his heart surge again, and his desire and ambition came back again.

He threw out one ruthless cover order after another, and his servants faithfully carried out his orders and charged back towards the charging monster.

They were dying, losing their lives every second, but Erebus didn't care at all. His strength has recovered somewhat, and as long as they bleed to death, he can absorb the part of Luojia's blood he needs through the power of chaos.

It didn't matter whether they died in his hands or not, besides, the legion he had lasted in the material world for a full ten thousand years.

To put it more exaggeratedly, he has plenty of cannon fodder to use.

The Dark Apostle gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression, and while running, he tried his best to recover his body, while still not forgetting to send more human shields to kill him.

He doesn't care at all how they die or how many they die, he just wants to quickly find a way to break the situation. Since this monster cannot be driven out of the material world by the expulsion circle, it proves that it is not an inanimate being, but another specious one. s things.

The foundation of its existence is only in the material world, so use various laws in the material world to deal with it.

The Dark Apostle immediately figured out a way. He quietly began to prepare spells, intending to use a binding formation to seize the opportunity and teleport the monster to other places.

It is true that such a powerful creature may require him to use a lot of energy to successfully teleport, but as long as he succeeds, everything will be over.

He can completely free up his hands and energy to deal with the stupid Yago Savitarion

And if that person catches up, maybe he can use that idiot to blackmail him.

A series of plans took shape in an instant, and the Dark Apostle calmed down, but his thoughts were interrupted again by a harsh roar.

"Ai——"

He turned his head suddenly, and happened to see the face on the thing's chest open its mouth, its sharp knife-like teeth separated, and blood falling from its eye sockets. The hair on his body stood on end.

"Rui——"

He started running faster.

"bar--"

He felt a gust of wind coming from behind his head.

"S—!"

The five sharp claws pierced deeply into the flesh and blood, and the burning and boiling feeling came back. In just an instant, his body, which he had worked hard to recover a little, returned to its previous appearance.

The monster roared and grabbed him in front of him, but Erebus' vision was blurry, and he almost fainted from the excessive pain.

The monster generously helped him and tried to wake him up.

It tightened its claws, pushed him to the ground, stretched out its other claw, pierced his jaw with two claws, cut off his tongue, crushed his teeth and the inside of his mouth, and finally even killed him with it. His jaw was also torn off.

Blood gushed out from Erebus's face like a waterfall. He clenched his fists tremblingly, and with convulsions all over his body, he silently recited the name of the Lord of Changes in his heart, and summoned one of His endless spells.

A flame burst out from his hand, and he pressed it against the monster's claws grabbing him.

This flame was once used by Erebus to burn the fine gold, and now it naturally melted the monster's sharp claw in an instant.

It roared in pain, like a wild beast, but it didn't have the nature of a wild beast to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. It only had madness.

In pain, it stretched out its other sharp claw without hesitation, swept across like lightning, easily cut open Erebas's chest, then inserted it deeply into it, and took out his internal organs. .

The bright red beating internal organs were beating in its hands. Erebus's eyes widened, and his mind was completely driven into madness by the pain at this moment.

He screamed and pulled at his intestines, trying to take them back, but he quickly started wrestling with the monster like a mantis blocking a car, completely forgetting what the consequences would be.

There was a burst of laughter in the subspace, and the Lord of Changes gave a high rating to this good show, so he took action quickly. The power of a god was accurately fed back to the material realm, and it manifested itself in the form of a floating blue feather.

It landed on the top of Erebus' head and submerged into his flesh and blood in an instant. The next moment, his flesh and blood began to completely change.

The bird's wings protrude from behind the shoulders, the spine becomes thin and long, the feet become bird legs, countless raised spots appear on the skin, and blue feathers emerge from the cocoon.

The huge power swept past, but Erebus's head roared on the too long neck, and there was no trace of joy in his voice - if he wanted to become a demon, he could have done so long ago.

In terms of his achievements, no one among the Ancient Four would refuse him, but Erebas saw clearly, he understood what it meant to become a demon, so he kept refusing, but now

It's over.

He came to this conclusion with despair: everything was over, and there would no longer be any possibility of promotion. Once he becomes a demon, he will become a servant of Tzeentch forever. Even if he can still retain the power of self-will and thinking at this moment, it is only because he allows

"Oh, I'm not that tacky, my dear hand of fate." Tzeentch's voice sounded from his ears, full of smiles.

Erebus's eyes widened and his head shook on his neck. He suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, a kind of nihilistic freedom - and in the next second, he understood what it was.

The demons in the four ancient realms are all fragments of their respective powers, and now, the Lord of Changes has personally thrown out the fragment that Erebas has transformed into, giving him freedom, and even still does not forget to leave the fragment that belongs to Luo The precious blood of Gar Aurelion is returned.

Erebus suddenly screamed, and his body deformed again, twisting like plasticine. The monster ignored this and still attacked him with its claws.

Its attack had a great impact on Erebus, and the change stopped instantly. The dark apostle now looked like a hybrid monster from a nightmare, without any characteristics, and whined on the floor like a puddle of mud. boiling.

His face was looming among the melted bones and flesh, and the monster couldn't help but laugh wildly. It strung him up with its claws and nailed him to the wall beside it. Then it clenched its claws into a fist and began to beat his face repeatedly. .

Each blow was more violent than the previous one, and Erebus's bones and flesh began to collapse, and blood mist rose from his mud-like body.

He kept screaming, but his sanity had been briefly shattered. For the first time in his life, he was gripped by despair - and he couldn't even die.

What Tzeentch gave him not only was Aurelion's blood, but also the ritual of ascension. It is still functioning, continuously absorbing the flesh and blood of the dead Word Bearers around it into its own body.

After being treated like a sandbag for nine full minutes, Erebus just woke up.

He didn't feel shame, he didn't have that kind of margin, even if he had turned into a monster, he was still Erebus. The Dark Apostle gathered his spiritual energy and burst it out from the mud-like body, turning it into a dazzling flash of light.

He is so proficient in this spell that even without his hands, he can simply release it through willpower.

In essence, it is not flash in the true sense, but 'deception'. Flash is just a form of deception. Therefore, even though the monster was not afraid of strong light at all, it was briefly stunned for a moment.

Erebus's repeated stunt had a perfect ending. He slipped limply from the monster's claws, and his body was cut into several pieces, but he was still alive.

Astartes, Blood of Aurelion, Rites of Ascension, Daemons of Tzeentch

Different powers brought by various identities are surging in this mud-like body. His shape is extremely ugly, but he has gained very powerful power for this.

The Dark Apostle made a grunt from his throat, which sounded like a smile. One of his eyeballs fell out of its socket and fell into his open right palm.

Blue light suddenly appeared, and a huge amount of spiritual energy poured into the air, completely imprisoning the monster, and then began to change immediately. From confinement to teleportation, switching between different types of spells is so easy here in Erebus.

Blue light burst out, and he easily threw the monster out of the ship called Night Soul. As for where it would go, Erebus didn't care.

He immediately began to recover his body, the light continued to shine, and with the sound of bones twisting, he stood up from the mud bit by bit, but his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted, his hands were behind his shoulders, and his legs were as fragile as thin Dead branches.

But it doesn't matter, I won, I won--!

With red eyes, Erebus roared into the darkness inarticulately, as if to vent what he had just experienced.

He was so excited. He had never suffered such humiliation since he entered the church. The excitement of getting revenge at this moment made him temporarily forget some things - for example, this was a battlefield. For another example, there is another person waiting in the dark.

The chain halberd suddenly began to roar in the darkness.

Along with the sound of footsteps, Yago Savitarion walked out of the darkness with a calm expression.

"Run quickly." He said to Erebus who suddenly screamed. "See how far you can run."