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

Chapter 489 Wrestling! Wrestling!!

"I am Fat Tiger!!! I am the king of children!!!"

"I'm so fat and strong!!! No one is better than me!!!"

The deafening singing rushed directly to Erebus's face. Suddenly, every place around him, from the subspace to reality, was wailing, roaring, and making noises.
Erebus's head felt stuffy, blood spurted out of his ears, and he felt like his brain was about to burst out. He froze in place, almost unable to move.

The Fat Tiger Demon controlled by Zhou Yun flew forward quickly, with the bat in his hand burning with the Emperor's Fire. The golden blazing flames went straight to Erebus's head.

At this moment, the cold shadow lurking beside Erebus moved slightly, and a shadow blade stretched out from the darkness and collided with Fat Tiger's bat. In an instant, the golden and dark flames intertwined with each other, and there was no winner.

The Lord of Shadows, the first Demon Prince Bilak revealed his body ferociously in reality. His hideous muscles of black, gray and blue squirmed, and his wings like the dark night suddenly spread out, setting off a tragic hurricane, rushing straight towards the face of Fat Tiger, but was shattered by the savage singing before he touched him.

"What the hell is this?" Bilak roared, and the shadow blade in his hand instantly crossed several times with the bat in the hand of Fat Tiger.
As a demon prince blessed by four gods at the same time, Be'lakor recognized at a glance that the great demon in front of him possessed the power of Khorne, Slaanesh, the Emperor and Saint Doraemon at the same time, and its composition was extremely abstract and chaotic.
With the blessing of Tzeentch and Khorne, Be'lakor has now recovered most of his strength from his peak. Even if he faces the demon primarch, he can still fight a few moves. However, he is unable to deal with this inexplicable demon in front of him.
He cursed his bad luck in his heart.

Not sure if it was Bilak's illusion, but he vaguely felt that Erebus' luck was not good today, as if he was very unlucky, as if he was rejected by fate.
First, there were those dozen extremely difficult abstract questions, which caused Bilak to be punished several times, and then he encountered difficult enemies as soon as he went out.
You have to know that the weird box that turns the entire ship into a secret room clearly states that all doors lead to random destinations.
There are more than a dozen doors, and it is a small probability event to encounter an enemy as soon as you go out.

What was even less likely was that when they were out, this weird demon just happened to kill off those Word Bearers who were originally able to provide help.
Bilak immediately became alert, vaguely sensing that the direction of his fate was a little strange, and felt that if he continued to follow Erebus, he might be in trouble.

He quickly swung the shadow blade in his hand, instantly repelling the Fat Tiger Demon a few steps back, and then
"I'll leave this to you first. I'll go open the next door." Bilak shouted without hesitation to Erebus who was still in a daze behind him.

Erebas' face immediately showed fear, but before he could stop Bilak, Bilak turned into a shadow and rushed to the farthest door without hesitation, putting some distance between himself and Erebas.

Zhou Yun controlled the Fat Tiger Demon, leaned his body very smoothly, nodded at Bilak, and Bilak also nodded at the Fat Tiger Demon.
The two men reached an agreement instantly. Fat Tiger allowed Bilak to pass by him, then raised the baseball bat in his hand and hit Erebus's head directly.

Erebas was held in place by the sharp singing, almost unable to move. Fat Tiger smashed Erebas's head with the bat in his hand.
But there was no sound of blood splashing.

The nine blue bird-shaped tattoos composed of runes on Erebas' body squirmed, and one of the tattoos broke away from Erebas' body and flew between Fat Tiger and Erebas.

“Wrestling!!!”

A strong bird claw full of muscles stretched out and grabbed the bat burning with the Emperor's spiritual energy in the hand of Fat Tiger.
The flames burned the bird's claws, but the great demon that emerged from Erebus seemed to feel no pain.
He was wearing a samba costume, a strange mask on his face, and strong muscles all over his body.
Judging from the aura of this demon, it is obviously a Tzeentch demon, but his eyes do not have any cunning and wisdom that a Tzeentch demon should have. Instead, they are full of dullness.
This kind of dullness is not the kind of dullness that comes from being a puppet, but rather the dullness of having an empty mind and no knowledge at all.

"Wrestling! Wrestling!!" the big demon screamed sharply and fought with the fat tiger demon.

Erebus hastily grasped the ritual dagger around his neck. The power of the ritual dagger was so strong that it could help the user resist fatal attacks.

The dagger that had committed countless murders flashed an evil light, briefly waking Erebus up.
Looking at the Tzeentch Demon entangled with the Fat Tiger Demon, Erebus knew that they couldn't hold out for much longer.
Tzeentch claimed that it was a new type of demon he had created, named Wrestling Eagle Man.
But Erebus knew the truth.
Recently, a strange germ has spread in Tzeentch's domain. Tzeentch demons infected by this germ will suffer from unbearable abdominal pain and diarrhea until all the knowledge in their brains is wiped out.

Even Tzeentch has no way to cure this disease, he can only isolate and suppress it.

The omnipotent demons whose brains were empty were recycled by Tzeentch, who injected them with concepts related to muscles and fitness, and twisted them into demons with power but no wisdom.
For a useless thing like this, Tzeentch stuffed nine heads into Erebus in one go, and even said it was blessed by the Nine Birds Needle Technique.

Erebus knew that the wrestling eagle man could not hold on for long, so he rushed towards Bilak.

Be'lakor is trying to answer the question on the door.
"Please answer: Who was the Emperor's first Warmaster?"

Looking at this question, Bilak suddenly felt relieved.

This question is much simpler than the previous dozen or so.
Sure enough, it was all Erebas's fault just now. Erebas' luck today was obviously weirdly bad, as if he was cursed by something.

"Olpersong."

The door lock opened with a bang, and a light door appeared in front of Bilak.

Bilak stepped into the door without hesitation.

As for Erebus?

Bilak could only wish him good luck.

At this moment, a blasphemous spell suddenly sounded and came out of Erebus' mouth, turning into shackles that slowed down Bilak's movements for a moment.

"Alpaca, Erebas!" Bilak yelled, but before he could stop Erebas,
Erebus grinned and slipped into the light gate.
He was worried about Bilak leaving first——————

The sound of a chainsaw axe was heard, and the blood axe chopped vertically into Erebus' face.

(End of this chapter)