Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 154 The "Death" of Erebus

On a blue mirror, Erebus slowly woke up.

Touching the intact armor and body, he felt a little strange.

And in the next second, a treacherous voice echoed on the "lake surface" made of blue crystals here.

"Fate Changer, Fate Master, Supreme Conspirator, Destiny Creator, Master of Lies, Fate Weaver, Great Mutant."

In an instant, several voices rang in Erebus' ears.

They speak the same name in very different ways.

No one knows, His real name;
No one knows his true face;
No one knows his purpose.

Such is the power of the Lord of Change, His authority.

The familiar "dong dong dong" sound echoed in Erebus' ears again.

In an instant, a huge inexplicable fear swept through his brain.

That was the roar of the chain saw axe, that was the footsteps of the rotting corpse with a grinning smile on it, that was the last torpedo explosion that destroyed the world.

That is the fear engraved deep in the soul.

As long as this voice appears from now on, Erebus will be plunged into endless memories and fears.

His hands were trembling unconsciously, and two Superman hearts were beating wildly.

His almost completely rolled eyes indicated that his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, the inexplicable drumming suddenly stopped.

What followed was a treacherous laughter that was both male and female.

"Did you know that you are being played around with applause?"

Hearing this, Erebus fell silent.

Although he didn't understand the situation until the end, he just blindly adapt to the situation.

But with so many abnormalities, it was obviously a conspiracy against him.

"Are you unwilling?"

Finally, that seductive voice moved Erebus.

In fact, he did not become a pure Chaos believer before.

As a "villain", he has no reason to take orders from anyone.

That's his freedom, that's his decision.

But this time, the situation has changed.

Maybe it was Tzeentch's conditions that moved him, or maybe he had other ideas.

But in terms of results, he finally knelt before the Lord of Change.

"Very good, you will get the enlightenment you want."

The obscure voice gradually faded away, and a vicious dagger suddenly appeared in front of Erebus.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the dagger and cut his own throat.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

And on the Daven satellite, the key point of someone's confident anchor is quietly disconnecting.

It was a sea of ​​corruption of the four gods that had already become rough.

That was the price Karl had to pay for stealing half the soul of the Sons of Horus.

And now, the anchor point that fixed the consciousness of the soul has been broken.

Seeing Erebus on the ground who was gradually dying of convulsions, he smiled.

That's a great show.

He hates attainable, ruled, step-by-step plans.

No wins, no losses, no endings.

Only endless variability can arouse His interest in the long river of time.

He does not fight to win.

He has never fought just for fun.

And at this moment, watching that "little bug" struggling in the ocean of fate is His greatest pleasure at this moment.

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(End of this chapter)