Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 152 The Bald Showdown (A 4000-word chapter from the perspective of Erebus)
Feeling the familiar smell of corruption coming from the bridge, Erebus rarely squeezed out a smile from that "baked egg face" covered with scriptures.

He knew that his plan had succeeded.

That blade of the Nemesis would irreversibly wound the Warmaster.

After that, as long as I work a little bit, the temple on Devon will become the only choice for the Sons of Horus.

And by that time, it will no longer be the Warmaster who walked out of that temple.

Yes, the great being of the Warp has assured Erebus of this himself.

He feels good at the moment, never better than now.

Although there were some minor setbacks in the planning process, it didn't matter.

I am about to write the most dazzling blood poem for the Four Gods.

There is no hatred, no reason, no grievances.

He's doing all this simply because that's who he is.

Watching others struggle in pain is his greatest pleasure.

Isn't the cruelty in this contrast an exciting thing when the most gentle words are spoken in the mouth, but the cruelest murder is carried out in the hands?
As if responding to Erebus' excitement, the bewitching flames burning on the shepherd's staff in his hand rose instantly.

It's hard to imagine a staff engraved with scriptures emitting such eerily evil flames.

But as stealthily as Erebus does, the most corrupt of enemies can wear the holiest of masks.

After all, no one would doubt a bald man with "loyalty" tattooed all over his face, right?

Lightly throw the heavy hammer on the right hand, and circle the wrist gracefully in the air.

He called to the Word Bearers soldiers beside him, "Come on, I can sense that the Warmaster has received the enlightenment he deserves."

After speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.

He actually didn't like the corrupt environment, which would stain the scroll of blasphemy that hung on his left shoulder armor.

However, this kind of small problem is not worth mentioning compared to his "fun" today.

But just as he took a step, an "innate" sense of crisis rushed into his mind instantly.

He knew that it was a warning from the Four Gods.

But who would attack him at this point?
He thought he came here to make soy sauce, after all, in the eyes of Sishen and Horus, he was "one of his own".

This is completely beyond any of his plans and plans.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid.

Indeed, the sudden alertness caught him off guard.

But at heart, he is an Astartes who has acquired the power of the Warp.

No one can fight him head-on before the blessings of the four gods have faded!
This is a kind of self-confidence as the head priest of the Word Bearers.

The rod in the left hand roared, and amidst the huge energy generated by the subspace squeezing the reality barrier, a stream of corrupted lightning shot out from the top of the rod in the direction indicated by the premonition of danger.

This is his favorite move.

The power contained in this psychic lightning bolt was enough to bring down any unsuspecting Astartes.

At the same time, with the shot of Ari Abbas.

The Word Bearers who were already around him responded accordingly.

Although they don't know what their head pastor is wary of.

But since they have already made a move, there must be some danger that they did not expect.

This is a team of 20 Word Bearers. These Word Bearers, who are still wearing gray mk2 armor at this time, use their bolt guns and deflagration guns in the direction of the electric current of Erebus to blow the The whole corridor was plowed hard.

But when the smoke cleared, everyone found that there was nothing there.

"Damn it, retreat and retreat!"

Yes, this was Erebus' only thought at the moment in the face of this unknown situation.

He would also go to Daven, and guide Horus as he was carried into the desecrated cavern.

If something goes wrong here now, it will be "waste of all previous efforts".

But before they took two steps, there was a dull clanging sound from the collision between metal feet and the slippery floor from the back of the passage.

According to the map, at this moment Erebus is only a few hundred meters away from the evacuated Stormbird he left behind.

That Stormbird has special approval from a loving father, and it can be said that it is completely immune to the surrounding yellow fog.

Just turn another corner, and go straight a few hundred meters to the outer wall of Terra Glory, and he can escape.

Anyway, the Warmaster is seriously injured, no matter what the hell is chasing him.

After Loken and his party rescued the "Warmaster", they should just notify the fleet to blow up this place.

After the plan was quickly formed in his mind, he ordered to the Word Bearers next to him: "You stay on guard first, and I will call for reinforcements."

Yes, in his eyes these are just tools.

As for tools, it is necessary to be aware of being abandoned at any time.

Of every future he has foreseen, the only one in which fortunes can be reversed is the present.

He has a great responsibility on his shoulders, and he will not allow that future to be destroyed, not even at the expense of his verbal brothers.

In other words, he never regarded anyone as a so-called brother.

This was already doomed the moment he peeled off the face of "former Erebus" with a smile.

That is the fate of the Warmaster, and the future of the Warmaster should be "immortality".

Abandoning the abandoned son who confuses the enemy, Erebus vigilantly ran through the passage holding his staff and warhammer.

But the killing intent that terrified him lingered in his mind like a tarsus.

(Damn, what the hell is that!)
However, just when he turned that seemingly ordinary corner, an accident happened.

It was a bolter he had never seen before.

In other words, depending on which caliber it is, it is more like removing the barrel of a Scorpion tank and using it as a barrel.

Before he could react, a loud noise accompanied by huge flames completely swallowed his figure.

The smoke dissipated.

The warhammer in his hand has long since disappeared.

The tattered armor was filled with all kinds of shrapnel.

Fortunately, it was just a large "shotgun shell". If it was a solid shell, it is estimated that Erebus would "evaporate".

"cough cough"

He coughed up the pus and blood that had accumulated in his throat.

Erebus' sanity returned to his mind again.

But soon he was dumbfounded.

Is that a rotting corpse?
A carrion corpse that has long been deformed and inhuman.

But why is that rotting corpse holding a monomolecular chain saw axe, looking at him like a mocking prey.

(Isn't he a follower of Nurgle?)
The shepherd staff in his hand began to gather the power of subspace again.

In the next second, a subspace lightning containing the power of corruption shot towards the rotting corpse in the distance.

From Erebus' point of view, even though the rotting corpse was weird, it would definitely not be able to stop the electric shock that contained the power of subspace.

That is a corrupt attack that contains the mighty power of the four gods.

Not even the Astartes could stand against that bolt of lightning.

It seems to have seen Erebus's little thoughts.

The moment the lightning was about to hit the carrion, the carrion showed a strange smile.

In the next second, the alarm bells in Erebus' heart rang.

Are you kidding me, that rotting corpse ate a whole round of overloaded rotten lightning and it didn't matter?
"Buzzing."

It was the sound of the motor on the chainsaw ax in the hands of the rotting corpse.

At this moment, Erebus really felt a trace of fear.

This is very unreasonable, obviously the top of the rotting corpse's head can't even reach his waist.

"Wait, we should be together!"

In such a hurry, he even forgot to sanctify the words in his mouth at this moment.

Yes, being able to speak ordinary conversations with a sense of sacredness is also one of the abilities that allowed Erebus to hold a high position among the Word Bearers.

If it is not a particularly urgent situation, he usually speaks a standard "Riddler's accent".

But it was different now, the chain saw ax was approaching Erebus' neck like a sickle in the hands of the god of death.

"Humph."

Erebus' pale "justification" only got a sneer.

That being didn't even have the slightest desire to communicate with him.

But contrary to intuition, the opponent didn't seem to be eager to pounce on Erebus for close combat.

This is very unreasonable.

From Erebus' point of view, the body strength of that carrion has surpassed the Astartes by an unknown number of times.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to pick up a Corrupted Lightning.

It can be deduced from this that it is only a moment for the other party to rush through these tens of meters.

But the rotting corpse maintained a steady pace full of oppression.

The sound of "dong dong" footsteps seemed to step on Ari Abbas's heart every time, making him unable to maintain his calm concentration.

(Impossible, am I not with Chaos?)

Thinking of this, Erebus, who was temporarily out of ideas, decided to stand up first.

After all, it's not a problem to keep leaning against the wall in the corner.

But just when he exerted strength with his right hand and wanted to get up with the stick, a gust of wind suddenly blew past him.

Subconsciously, Erebus turned around, preparing to block the attack from behind with his staff.

But it was because of that slap that the staff in his hand slowed down by half a minute.

In an instant, another chain saw slashed hard at the joint of his right leg.

It was a deep ax mark.

After the roaring monomolecular chain saw ax had a "friendly exchange" with the armor shell worn by Erebus and shot a spark.

In the end, it was forcibly blocked by layers of mk2 tile-shaped armor joints.

It's just that the deepest part of the scar has already been cut, the innermost black carapace layer of the armor.

From the interface of those flashing sparks, he felt that the whole armor was no longer "directed like an arm" as before.

There was an unpleasant smell of promethium fuel in the air.

That was the masterpiece of the rotting corpse in front of him at the moment.

He couldn't understand why a carrion that wasn't even as tall as his waist had such power.

What the hell is that? ? ?

And when the newly appeared carrion in the passage on the right side where Erebus was vigilant, the carrion that was slowly approaching him in the distance suddenly accelerated its pace.

It was a burst of more compact rhythm "clang clang clang".

Subconsciously, he turned his eyes away from the rotting corpse on the right for a moment.

Originally, with his attention, if he just moved away for a moment, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But at that moment, the familiar hum of the chain saw ax approached again.

What was even more weird was that the speed of the chain saw ax was a bit faster this time.

This caused the pastoral staff in his left hand, which was guarding this side, to block the gap again.

After a familiar metallic whine, another deep fissure reappeared at his joints.

He had a bad feeling.

I can no longer take an ax at the joint of my right leg.

But at the moment he was in an awkward situation.

There are enemies on both sides of the passage.

And his previous hammer did not know where it flew.

To make matters worse, the gradually extinguishing sound of firefighting in the distance seemed to indicate that the 20 people who stayed behind were about to be overwhelmed.

(That's obviously just two rotting corpses!)
(What the hell is this!)
Erebus, who has been obsessed with calculating people all his life, finally understands the pain of the so-called "victim".

In the dark passage at this moment, only the shepherd's staff in his hand still emits a faint light source.

In a daze, he seemed to see the corners of one of the rotting corpses' mouths that were already wrinkled slightly upwards.

A familiar sense of crisis struck again.

This time, the sense of crisis came from both sides at the same time.

But the embarrassing thing is that Erebus only has a staff in his hand at the moment.

He can't control that much anymore, he can only give priority to blocking the pastor stick to the front.

After all, he already knew the power of the chain saw axe, the most urgent thing now was to block that attack that he had never experienced before.

The familiar sound of metal bashing sounded again.

Accompanied by the sound of the chain saw cutting pieces of meat, the fiercely turning monomolecular chain saw finally broke through the layered tile carapace structure at the knee joint of the mk2 armor.

But at this moment, Erebus should be glad instead.

At least he didn't wear the usual set of mk4 armor this trip, otherwise the joint structure that sacrificed part of its defense for flexibility might not be able to withstand the second blow and collapse.

After a burst of severe pain, it quickly faded under the influence of hormones.

At this moment, Erebus was half kneeling on the ground, and blood was oozing from the joint of his right leg.

But what puzzled him was that the sense of crisis in positive stocks seemed to be false.

Obviously the Four Gods had given him a clear reminder of the sense of crisis, but after waiting for a long time, the staff he held up did not block anything.

And the rotting corpse in the distance, who seemed to never get there, was mocking his stupidity at this moment.

"Enough! Enough!"

The voice in the mouth carried the anger of being fooled.

He's had enough of all this.

Blasphemous prayers were chanted.

The originally dark passage in the distance disappeared.

Instead, there was a giant eye emitting a strange purple dazzling light.

He could clearly feel that the great power guided by him was converging on the shepherd staff in his hand.

The unprecedented power of subspace gathered at the top of the shepherd's staff in his hand.

He could feel that the whole staff was trembling under that powerful energy.

That is the blessing of the four gods, and that is the power to destroy everything.

No one can survive this burning force.

That's what the Four Gods most yearn for Erebus, it's a transcendent power!

But even in the face of such mighty power, the rotting corpse in the distance still maintained a sarcasm smile.

That faint smile seemed to be mocking him for being just a clown.

"Damn ignorant and blind thing, you have never understood the greatness of this power!"

Accompanied by Erebus' hysterical roar, the lightning bolt, which was so terrifying that the metal in the surrounding passages began to be heated and melted, shot towards the two rotting corpses at the same time.

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(End of this chapter)