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

Chapter 442: The Dark Lord's Uncertain Distortion and the New Era

Near the area formerly known as the Eye of Terror,
The profane, the holy, the dark, the great powers of the Warp wreak havoc in this region.
The sky is breaking apart, everything is falling apart, and the boundary between reality and the warp is becoming blurred.
Cadia, which once suppressed the might of Chaos, was shattered. The Blackstone Hammer completely destroyed it, leaving only a few large fragments still floating in the torrent of the Warp.

The remaining Cadians still lingered above, offering a desperate and unsuccessful resistance.

Erebus could only laugh at this.

Foolish mortals always do this, unable to see the trajectory of fate, and try to resist in vain.
Their best choice now is to lay down their weapons, pray devoutly to the Chaos Gods, and gain their tolerance and understanding, rather than continuing to be loyal to the false emperor.

Standing on the bridge of the Abyss-class battleship Lady Blessed, looking at the chaotic Cadia galaxy, Erebus curled up the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic smile.

He stepped on the ancient warship at his feet and murmured softly: "God is real, and he hates us."

These were the words spoken by the blessed blind girl, the only mortal survivor when the Perfect City was destroyed. The Abyss-class battleship under Erebus' feet was built to commemorate her.

The Abyss-class battleship was a huge warship forged in the shipyards of Jupiter on the eve of the Great Heresy and belonged exclusively to the Word Bearers.
Its shape is like a sharp blade, and its bow pierces into the void like a trident. Its size is so huge that it looks like a void city, even surpassing the Queen of Glory-class battleships. Only the Mountain Array can rival it.
Only three of these terrifying ships were forged, and after they were completed, the shipyard on Jupiter was completely destroyed, and all the servitors, workers and technical priests were burned to ashes to ensure that no one could reproduce it.

Of the three Abyssal-class battleships, the first, the Abyssal Rage, was destroyed near Macragge, and the second, the Triumvirate, became the flagship of the Primarch Lorgar.
The third ship, the Blessed Lady under Erebus's feet, was severely damaged in the Shadow Crusade ten thousand years ago, and fled into the warp in an emergency, and disappeared without a trace.
It was not until the outbreak of the Thirteenth Black Crusade that Erebus successfully pleased the gods through a series of horrific sacrifices, found the lost Blessed Lady in the torrent of the Warp, and barely repaired it, using it as his flagship.

"What a powerful ship it is. It's a shame to give it to an ugly, boring, weak creature like you."

A snake-like voice sounded behind Erebus, filled with strong jealousy and malice, as if wanting to kill Erebus in order to seize this great battleship.

"I still need him." A low, cold, serious voice warned: "If you kill him, I will torture you and then kill you."

"Torture me? Like the Dark Angels did to you?" The jealous snake-like voice retorted, "No matter how terrible the torture is, it will only please me. The Lord of Hunger and Thirst loves me."

"And if you kill me, I will come back to life from your body. Hehehe."

"I understand the power of Chaos better than you do, and I would take no pleasure in killing you," the solemn knight retorted.

Erebas looked out the window and smiled coldly, "Don't worry, he can't kill me. I am the hand of fate."

"Really? Ridiculous Erebus, weak Erebus, I still remember the days when we were together on the Spirit of Vengeance. You have never defeated me in a sword duel. Maybe I should really try to kill you." The jealous voice like a snake mocked.

This made Erebus a little annoyed.

"It will be useless for you to kill me." Erebus said threateningly, "The Machine Spirit of the Blessed Lady is only loyal to the Word Bearers. Her power cannot be tamed by you."

The voice of jealous snake sneered.

"I'm surprised that you would help me." Erebus still didn't look back, but asked: "Isn't the thirsty lady obsessed with and deeply in love with Saint Doraemon?"

"But that one would rather hope that Saint Doraemon starts pursuing godhood and eventually ascends to become the fifth one."

The voice of the jealous snake said in a slightly unhappy tone, he seemed to be jealous of Saint Doraemon for taking away the love of the hungry lady:
"So Ms. Thirst allowed me to do what I wanted, and you to push Santa Doraemon beyond the confines of the physical universe."

"But that's all. He won't provide any more help."

"And instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself. You should have been discovered and noticed by that person."

"I heard that guy has a cane that can find anyone. Haha."

Erebus's face darkened, and he touched the ritual dagger at his waist.

This powerful weapon has extraordinary effects. It can protect its wielder from deadly attacks, help its wielder cast powerful and terrible sorcery, kill or corrupt the greatest heroes, and slice through reality itself to travel through the galaxy.
This is because the ritual dagger was forged from one of the eight fragments of the Nemesis Blade.

The Nemesis Blade is a sword of murder, forged during the first human murder, and later used in different forms in many important murders in human history.

Just by holding the ritual dagger, Erebus could sense the murders lurking within.

Cain killed Abel, Brutus used it to kill Caesar, Jing Ke tried to stab Qin Shi Huang with it, Akechi Mitsuhide used it to hit Oda Nobunaga, and Gustav III was also killed by it. And Horus, Warmaster Horus, Governor Devin used it to kill Horus.

These murders gave the enemy great power.
During the Horus Heresy, Erebus broke the Nemesis Blade into eight pieces and forged them into eight ritual daggers to share the Nemesis Blade's power.

The eighth fragment was reconstructed by the Emperor, infused with his own power, and used to completely kill Horus, who had become the vessel of the Four Gods. In a sense, it also killed the Emperor himself.

Erebus is now relying on the power of the ritual dagger to constantly go in and out of the subspace and the real universe, trying to confuse Saint Doraemon's pursuit.

If he cannot hide it and is tracked by Saint Doraemon, he can only rely on the power of the ritual dagger to cut a hole in reality and escape.

Although he was extremely scared, Erebas still said in a pious and fanatical voice:
"If I can lure that person onto the path of chaos, taking some risks is acceptable."

As he said that, Erebus turned his head and looked behind him.

The sound of a sword cutting through the air was heard, and the delicate blade of the sword was directly against Erebus' throat.

Erebas was terrified and froze in place, looking at the scarred face in front of him.

Lucius, the Chosen of Slaanesh, licked his lips and looked at Erebus with murderous intent and jealousy in his eyes.

"You" Erebus looked at Luther who was sitting still with resentment: "You just let him go"

"If he wants to kill you, I will chop off his head before he chop off yours." Luther said calmly.

Lucius sneered, retracted his sword, and sat back in his seat.

"Tell me about your plan. How do you plan to make that person accept the subspace and start pursuing godhood?" Lucius asked, crossing his legs.

"I originally wanted to use a gentle method to push Santa Doraemon to accept chaos, just like I pushed Kahn to accept chaos in the past."

Erebas said with regret:

"But his control over life and death was beyond my expectations. Luther had already killed that woman so thoroughly, but Saint Doraemon was able to revive her."

"Then gentle means will not work. We can only use more direct and thorough means to push Saint Doraemon back to chaos."

"I don't care what you want to do, but you promised me that after freeing Santa Doraemon from the limitations of the material universe, you would resurrect Ryan for me and let Ryan forgive my crimes." Luther said in a cold tone.

"Of course I can do it. This is not the first time I have resurrected the Primarch." Erebas smiled: "Saint Doraemon ascended to become a god, Lion was reborn as his demon prince, and you, as a member of the group that liberated Saint Doraemon, will become his chosen one." "What are you going to do?" Lucius said, licking his lips. He actually didn't understand much about these things in the subspace.

He came here only because of Slaanesh's indulgence, his own jealousy of Saint Doraemon enjoying Slaanesh's love, the reward paid by Erebus and the promise of a sufficiently exciting fight.

"I will recreate what happened on the Spirit of Vengeance. I will complete what was left unfinished on Horus in the past."

"I defiled the physical body of Saint Doraemon. I want to make His existence completely return to the torrent in the subspace."

"I will kill Zhou Yun, free Saint Doraemon, and let him replace the Emperor and ascend to become the Dark Lord, becoming the fifth."

"What are you going to do?" Lucius stared at Erebus and asked, "According to what you said before, doesn't the position of the Dark Lord belong to the Emperor? Won't the Emperor completely destroy everything after he ascends to heaven?"

Erebus has been preaching to Lucius a lot these days.

“It belongs to me now, but that doesn’t mean it belonged to me in the past.”

"As long as the Emperor has not truly become the Dark Lord, He has not yet broken through time and become the true God of the past, present and future."

"Originally, there were no competitors in the universe who could erode the realm of destruction, but the Emperor personally gave his authority to Saint Doraemon, which exposed a flaw."

Erebus said softly:
"We will not let Saint Doraemon become a god at this moment. We cannot let Saint Doraemon ascend with the self-destructive emotions accumulated by mankind for thousands of years. We must let him ascend in a gentler and better era."

"At that time, he will become a relatively mild dark king. He will not destroy the entire galaxy upon ascending. Instead, he will wander in the realm of self-destruction, destruction and death, maintaining a dynamic balance with other gods."

"This was the fate that the gods had arranged for Horus, but unfortunately Horus failed and became a sacrifice to the Dark Lord."

"What are you going to do?" Luther said in a low voice.

Erebus couldn't help but smile.

"That's why I recruited you." Erebus laughed and said, "Luther, have you heard of Ouroboros?"

The shadows are heavy and chaotic, the gray and cold are unbearable,
After finishing the meeting with Luther and Lucius and making some arrangements, Erebus went deep into the Blessed Lady.

Erebus is going to meet his true ally.
Lucius is arrogant, conceited, childish, and essentially a toy in the hands of Slaanesh.
Slaanesh only wanted Saint Doraemon to start pursuing Ascension, and allowing Erebus to do so was His greatest tolerance.

And, that person may not agree with Erebus's approach.

So Erebus would not tell Lucius everything.
And to be honest, Lucius was a little too weak to be a true ally of Erebus.

Luther is very powerful. He has indeed mastered the power given to him by the Four Gods to a certain extent. He has mastered it more thoroughly than Abaddon, who is now the chosen one of the Four Gods. He has gone further on the path of chaos.

But although he appears calm and steady, he is actually crazier than Abaddon, and his behavior is often self-contradictory, a bit like Horus in the late Heresy.

He is not yet a qualified ally.

The dark wings spread out in front of Erebus, and the Lord of Shadows walked out of the darkness and stood in front of Erebus.

"I hope you have everything planned out."

The Shadow Lord Bilak said in a low voice.

"Of course, my ally, the one who is blessed and cursed by the four gods." Erebas said with a smile.

Standing before Erebus was the first Chaos Demon Prince, who was blessed by the Four Gods.

He was once the eldest son of the gods, but Be'lak was so arrogant that he lost the gods' unique favor and was punished by the gods.
Be'lak can only submit to the people chosen by the gods, and cannot gain a true and unique position of his own in the tide of chaos.
In other words, Bilak will never get the chance to ascend, and will never become a truly great being.

This is why Be'lakor is always filled with jealousy and hatred towards anyone else who is blessed by Chaos.

But Erebus used his eloquence to convince Be'lak.
There is only one person who can lift the curse of the gods, and that is a new god.
If Bilak is willing to help Erebus, then on the day of the new god's ascension, Bilak will become the demon prince chosen by the five gods.

And they will gain the power to carve out their own place in the chaos and the chance to ascend.

"Of course, my ally."

Eribas said softly:

"As I promised, the throne of the Uncertain and Twisted will be yours."

A relieved smile appeared on Erebus's lips.

This is of course a lie.

Bilak is his true ally, but it doesn't say that allies cannot betray.
The eighth position, the Position of Indefinite Distortion, was reserved by Erebus for himself.

The steel body slightly unfolded, and Qiufu-87, who called himself the messenger of the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon Cawl, opened his arms in front of Zhou Yun, Sanguinius, Guilliman, and a group of Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Imperial Fists Astartes.
He spoke in a similarly exaggerated and boastful tone as Cawl, announcing to Zhou Yun, the Primarchs, and the Astartes:

"My Lords! Please cheer!"

"With the blessing of Om Messiah and Saint Doraemon."

"The salvation of the human empire, the new weapon of the Indomitable Crusade, is within reach."

"The Great Sage sincerely invites you all to go to the Explorer King to witness this moment."

"The fate of the galaxy has moved on to another era. A new era has arrived."

At the same time, the bells of the last day of the 999th year of the 41st millennium of mankind rang.
Zhou Yun, who was sitting next to the two Primarchs, raised his head slightly.

He knew that it was now the forty-second millennium of humanity.

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