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

Chapter 473 Hurry up and get my helmet!!
Facing the World Eaters that suddenly teleported in front of them, Titus showed no fear.

The holy chain sword Innocence in his hand was humming and vibrating, and the smell of blood was overflowing from it.

The Machine Soul longs for the hunt, the Machine Soul longs for blood, the Machine Soul longs to slay the enemies of the Emperor,

It was like a thousand blood knights screaming and roaring in their swords, wanting to continue their unfinished killing.

But Titus remained calm, observing the enemy in front of him.
The Ultramarines should not be controlled by anger and murderous intent. Observing the enemy and analyzing carefully is the true insight.
The smell of blood wafted from the four leading Chaos Astartes. Their heads were implanted with Butcher's Nails, which looked hideous and buzzing.

Titus had seen this horrible machine in Kahn's head before, and knew how horribly it could distort a person's mind and turn him into a monster full of anger.

"Ha! The false emperor's lackey!"

A World Eater grinned as he held a scepter high in the air. The top of his scepter was the symbol of the Blood God carved out of brass, with hideous skulls hanging on it. On the power backpack behind him, there was a burning torch emitting the smell of sulfur. The smoke it released was silently teasing the nerves of everyone present, making people feel a little angry.

He slightly opened his deformed bloody mouth and spit out a mouthful of bright red stench:

"I am the leader of the four blood lieutenants under the command of Lord Kosolax, the Regent of the World Eaters, and I am the dark apostle Kovi who serves the glory of the Blood God."

Bang! ! ! !

Kosolax has great confidence in the Dark Apostle Kwien.
He was one of the few World Eaters who could retain some sanity. He had also studied among the Word Bearers and mastered eighty-eight blasphemous and terrifying killing techniques. This killing was the prayer offered by the Blood God's priests to the Blood God.

With these killing sacrifices and techniques, Kwien received great blessings from the Blood God, and his body became extremely deformed. His every word and action carried a sulfurous stench that could arouse people's bloodlust.
However, the scene reflected in the blood pool made Kosolax wonder if he was hallucinating.

There was a loud explosion, and the blood pool swayed.
Kovain's body, without head, shoulders, and most of his torso, fell heavily.

A large-caliber steel needle pierced his brain directly, and then the explosives inside the needle exploded, shattering Coveyne and a cloud of gray and gold smoke filled the air.

Standing beside Kwien, the World Eaters who were infected by the smoke all let out a bone-deep wail, as the Blood God's gifts tore their bodies apart as if out of control.
Even those who avoided the smoke were not spared. Silver splashes of water spurted out in the smoke and stuck to the bodies of the World Devourers, causing them to shrivel up instantly, as if all the water had been sucked out.

"Untouchable ashes? What is this golden powder?"

"And this silver liquid——————"

The butcher doctor Lorekai roared angrily, and then...
Bang! ! ! !

The explosion sounded again.
The butcher doctor Lorekai fell down with a thud.

This time there was no splash of Untouchable ashes, Astronomican cinders, or Thirsty Waters,

After all, these three things are very precious, and the sniper hiding in the dark seems to have determined that Kosolax's four lieutenants are not worth wasting bullets on.

"Who!!!!" The beheading master Sharlock asked savagely. The butcher's nails buzzed on his head. Anger consumed him as he looked in the direction where the bullet came from.
Then the large-caliber steel needle arrived as expected and pierced through Sharlock's head, gently and casually killing another of Kosolax's capable men.

Mogliwa, the only remaining dimensional blacksmith, fell silent. He found that as long as they opened their mouths to speak, a large-caliber steel needle would take their lives——————

Bang! ! !
The sound of a steel needle breaking through the air was heard, and Mogliwa's head exploded.

It turns out that you can ejaculate without talking.

Kosolax stared at the scene in front of him in amazement.
The most elite World Eaters in the galaxy that he had accumulated over the past ten thousand years were killed like chicks.

"Nikona Sharokin, the crow of mourning." Erebas murmured in a low voice. He appeared beside Kosolax at some point, murmuring the name.

"Who?" Kotholaks shouted in fear. He turned his head and saw that Erebus had already put on his helmet. The helmet was engraved with rows of blasphemous runes and rolled up layers of Warp fel energy, making Kotholaks feel that the helmet was more indestructible than a city wall.

But what attracted Kosolax more than Erebus's helmet was the name of Nikonye Sharokin.
This was a name that was somewhat unfamiliar to Kosolax. To the warriors who had not experienced the Great Rebellion, it was even more difficult to understand the meaning of this name.

Raven Guard Nikonye Sharokin, son of Corax, the Raven of Death,
Kothorax had heard of this name during the Heresy. It was said that he had shot Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, in the head in front of an entire legion of the Emperor's Children, a legion of the Iron Warriors, and Perturabo, and then walked away unscathed, not only sending dozens of Emperor's Children and Iron Warriors away with him.
It is said that he once killed three captains of the Emperor's Children alone in a split second.

It is said that he killed Lucius, the Chosen of Slaanesh, twice, both times with a single blow. If it were not for Slaanesh's blessing, Lucius would have already returned to the Warp.
No one knows where Sharokhin is in the shadows, and no one knows when Sharokhin will pull the trigger. Maybe he is right next to you, or maybe he will pull the trigger the next moment.
The sound of his steel needles breaking through the air was like the cry of a mourning crow, but except for the Primarch, no one could hear this sound before they died, because his bullets always came faster than the sound.

The most terrifying thing is that people say that Sharokin once said: He is just an ordinary Raven Guard. There are many warriors stronger than him in the Raven Guard, but they all died in Istvan.
So some people say that the ghosts of the Raven Guard who died in Istvan are lingering on Sharokin, waiting to transform into a shadow army to avenge the traitors, so Sharokin is so terrifying.
"Hurry up and get my helmet!!!!" Kosolax screamed, and the crew hurriedly brought him the rabbit-ear helmet that he hadn't worn for a long time.
After putting on the helmet and feeling his head wrapped in ceramic steel, Kosolax felt a little more at ease.

"How is Sharokin still alive after ten thousand years?!"

Kotholacus looked at Erebus, who was also wearing a helmet, and questioned him.

"Ha, you fool." Erebus sneered, "Reversing life and death is just a simple thing for Saint Doraemon. How can you ordinary people know its power?"

"Well said, that Saint Doraemon must be on our side." Kosolax couldn't help but mocked.

Erebus whispered, and a strong and terrifying spell surged out from the void and pierced into Kotholaks' chest. A strong pain surged, and Kotholaks couldn't help but scream, fell to one knee on the ground, and trembled all over.

"Little World Eater, I want you to remember that I am Erebus, the Hand of Fate, and I am not someone you can mock."

"Be respectful, or I will show you how many blasphemous and dark spells I have in my mind."

Kosolax lowered his head, not daring to let Erebus see his hateful look.

"What are you going to do? My people can't resist Sharokin," Kosolax gritted his teeth and said, "They can't resist either."

Through the pool of blood, he could see that his warriors were dying. Without the command of his four lieutenants, they were like a group of loose sand and were easily crushed by the troops led by Kalion and the Ultramarines.

Especially the Ultramarines who was originally despised by Kothorax. When he wielded the chainsword, he was even more powerful than the World Eater, as if he was blessed by the Blood God.

Kosolax thought about it and didn't think he had anyone under his command who could resist them.

But Erebas laughed in a low voice: "Do you think I can count on these rubbish of yours?"

"It's time for me to show you the exquisite enchantment of the Word Bearers."

Kosolax raised his eyes in a strange way.

He remembered that Erebus had taken away many of his World Eater Berserkers. The more bloodthirsty, angry, and crazy they were, the more he needed them.
Most of those soldiers died, and only a very small number of eighty-eight soldiers survived, but what was the use of only eighty-eight soldiers?
Erebus seemed to have noticed Kosolax's confusion and laughed.

He dragged Kosolax to the teleportation device, chanted a few short spells, and commanded the mistress on the throne to let out a sharp roar, but she was unable to resist Erebus's orders.

The Conqueror's transport system was activated, and after a few seconds, Erebus and Kosolax were transported to a dark cabin filled with the stench of blood.
Corsolax smelled the Warp, dangerous, deadly, and horrifying.
Before his eyes were eighty-eight cages.
"Kosolax, do you know that the servants serving the Blood God have a great creation?"

"They have mastered a technology that allows eight powerful Khorne demons to reside in the body of a World Eater at the same time. Their souls will fight with the demons, and the winner will be possessed by eight demons at the same time, becoming a powerful and terrifying monster. We call it the Eight Bindings."

Most of the cages opened in front of Kosolax, and a group of hideous, deformed, demon-like World-Eaters stood in front of Kosolax, their bodies covered in horrifying blood.

"It's not over yet. If the Eight Bindings are strong enough to completely subdue the eight bloodthirsty demons and completely merge with them, reaching the level of the blessed child in the past, we will call them the Divine Eight Bindings."

Eight gods, covered in blood, walked out of the blood-spurting cage. Their flesh and blood were highly distorted, and they were closer to demons than humans.

"But I am a true master of this art, and I have even more amazing creations."

The last cage slowly opened, and the horrifying smell of blood rushed into Kosolax's nostrils. Kosolax's body trembled instinctively, fear surged in his soul, his blood almost boiled, and he resisted the urge to scream.

"I call this enchanted warrior Tufu, and within his flesh is bound the Great Daemon of Khorne, the Bloodthirster."

(End of this chapter)