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

Chapter 515 Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Tuchucha nodded slightly and uttered a clear syllable: "Okay."

The sound was like heavenly music to Irebas's ears.
The three sacred artifacts possess an instinct to unite; the Tuchucha Engine, the Heart of Plague, and the Ouroboros yearn to reunite and combine to form the ancient sacred artifacts of yesteryear.
Presumably for this reason, the Tuchucha engine proactively helped Irebas.
Indeed, it was Iribus who was truly favored by fate.
He won't die, he absolutely won't die!!!

Tell me the location of the Heart of Plague.

Tuchucha Engine opened its mouth slightly and said:
"Bring the heart of the plague. Together."

Tuchucha's words were fragmented, seemingly lacking wisdom and containing only childlike instinct.

Eribus's will to survive overwhelmed everything, and he immediately told Tuchucha Engine the location of the Plague Heart.

Tuchucha's engine nodded slightly, and scorching electric light flashed around him, tearing apart the continuity of time and space in the blink of an eye.
Then, in the blink of an eye, this ancient artifact vanished from the Dark Angel's fortress.

The Tuchucha Engine and Ryan had established a certain degree of friendship. He was a collaborator of the Dark Angels, and their cooperation was based on maximum mutual trust. He was not a servant or possession of the Dark Angels. The Dark Angels did not establish any kind of containment device around him, nor could they contain the Tuchucha Engine, which was a creation of the Ancients.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Tuchucha engine appeared deep within Luther's flagship, on that living asteroid made of flesh and blood.
That is the Heart of Plague, one of the three ancient artifacts.

The child's corpse, controlled by the Tuchucha engine, slowly crouched down and stroked the asteroid beneath its feet.
"The heart of plague, spanning millennia, has finally reunited."

Irebus did not focus its attention on the Tuchucha engine.
With his body engulfed in imperial flames and his wings spread, Kahn had already reached Eribas.

The Avengers looked down at Irebas, and Raum and Kahn's eyes held a cold, murderous intent.
Iribus grinned and said, "Fools, do you two really think you can kill me?"

"I am the hand of fate, I am the child of chaos, I am Erebas, I am destined to—"

The blood droplet pierced the air and crashed down, striking Irebas in the face, causing blood to gush out uncontrollably.

Eribas screamed and howled, but the roar of the Blood Child drowned out his cries. The chainsaw continued to slash across his face, tearing away the flesh engraved with the contents of the Book of Luojia, and constantly pounding against Eribas's skull, filling his skull with the sound of the chainsaw vibrating, causing his brain to shake violently, bringing intense pain and torment.

“Come and save me!!!”

"What are you doing!!!!"

Eribas screamed at the Tuchucha engine standing atop the Heart of Plague.

The child's corpse, controlled by the Tuchucha engine, rose slightly. Its once dull eyes now held a cunning and intelligent glint.

His voice no longer stammered, but became fluent and smooth.

"Stupid caveman."

Tuchucha Engine stretched out its hand and gave Irebas the middle finger with its thin fingers:
“We do yearn to unite, but we hope that the people we unite can line up from one side of the galaxy to the other.”

"Then why should we unite under the control of a disgusting creature like you?"

"Imperial, Vashtor, Doraemon, aren't they all better choices than you?"

"Give my regards to Ryan, you stupid, foolish caveman."

As soon as the words were spoken, scorching electric light enveloped the Heart of Plague, tearing apart the structure of reality. Then, both the Tuchucha Engine and the Heart of Plague vanished from the galaxy in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Iribus was stunned, but Kahn and Raum didn't give him much time to figure out the situation.

The blood-red bullet suddenly moved, slamming into Irebas's already completely skinned face, and then crashing against the wall beside him.
Irebas slammed against the wall like a piece of rotten flesh, his skinless face leaving an ugly, bloody gash on the surface.
He fell to the ground, struggling to escape, but the falling blood shards shattered his legs.
Kahn stood behind him, watching Irebas with cold silence.

"Spare me, Kahn, spare me!" Irebas screamed in terror.

"No, you don't understand. That is the will of the gods. Your fall into darkness is an inevitable end, and your trek to the Eightfold Blood Path is also inevitable."

"Angol Tai was merely standing in your way. I cleared away the obstacles so you could become the Blood God's chosen one!!!"

"And ten thousand years have passed, ten thousand years!! What hatred can't be forgiven!!!"

As Kahn looked down at Erebas's ugly form and listened to Erebas's words, he suddenly remembered what the Seed of Destruction had told him.
"Can a feud spanning ten generations still be avenged?"

"It would still be acceptable even after a hundred generations."

Kahn's tone was cold and silent.
A slight smile involuntarily curved the corners of his lips, and a hint of light flickered in his previously empty, dark eyes.
He felt a sense of fulfillment; something had finally returned to his mind, which had been tormented to the point of emptiness by the Butcher's Nail and the Blessing of the Blood God.

"I am willing to pay the price, I can help you become gods," Erebas cried out in anguish.

“I don’t care,” Kahn replied, then turned to look at Raum: “Do you care?”

“I just want him dead,” Raum growled in reply.

“Then let him die.” Kahn nodded in agreement.

The blood droplets fell with a thud, striking Irebas's back, crushing his torso, tearing his spine, and shredding his internal organs.

Irebas screamed in agony, realizing with disbelief that he was truly dying.

No, this shouldn't be the case. He should have been one of the gods; he was the son of chaos!
Irebus screamed, screamed hysterically.

"Kahn! What do you know?!"

"You think killing Angel Tai was my will?!"

"It's the Blood God!! The Blood God craves your corruption!! And Angor Tai will stop it all!!"

"It was the will of the Blood God that compelled me to kill Angor Tai!!! Kahn!!!"

"Oh," Kahn replied coldly, as the blood-stained bullet slammed into Irebas's head.
Bang! ! ! !

Iribus's head exploded like a watermelon under Kahn's chainsaw axe, his brains splattering everywhere—a truly horrific sight.

Eribus's soul screamed, trying to escape into the warp, but in the blink of an eye, it was devoured by the Emperor's raging flames atop the Blood Child.

Raum roared and laughed, his mangled body protruding from Kahn's body. He bit down on Eribas's soul, tearing it into shreds, and then swallowed it with the Emperor's flames.

Looking at the remains of Eribas on the ground, Kahn showed no expression; he remained remarkably calm.

He slowly turned around. Ryan Al Johnson and Nobita Nobi stood behind him; they hadn't interfered while he was taking revenge on Eribas.
Kahn nodded, expressing his gratitude in silence.

Then his gaze slowly rose, looking towards the highest heavens, towards the blood god who had been looking down on all of this from beginning to end, and who had let out a sigh of praise and maniacal laughter when Eribas died.

"Kahn." The Blood God's voice was deafening.

(End of this chapter)