Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 53 The Death of Erebus
hand of fate.

Erebus once boasted so.

As the head priest of the Word Bearers, he was once from Colchis, the home planet of Lorgar, the Primarch of the No.17 Legion.

And this term also comes from the ancient belief of Colchis, which means [a person who is concerned by God].

Yes, although Lorgar once burned this ancient belief when he conquered Colchis, and created the "Holy Word" about the Lord of Men on the way of the Great Crusade, Erebus was A loyal follower of the ancient beliefs of Colchis.

This ancient, strange, and omnipotent belief paved the way for Erebus with the blood of countless loyalists.

His vision seemed to penetrate the curtain of fate, seeing the dark future full of destruction.

His dark heart, which hides countless tricks, contains the collapse of the entire human empire.

Until Erebus followed the distant prophecy of the blood lord and returned to the perfect city.

He saw the stalwart figure favored by the Throne of Blood.

I saw... the hand of fate that ended my own destiny.

……

hum-

The disintegration stand shoots out sparkling electric lights on the huge power fist, and the humming high-power noise symbolizes its danger.

Even the dazzling sun is covered by it.

At this moment, everyone's pupils constricted.

"Tell me, Word Bearers."

The faint blue light reflected the extremely indifferent face of the stalwart Primarch, and the clicking sound of clenched fists symbolized her attitude.

"Again, what prophecy brought you here?"

Like the bloody aura of a terrifying giant beast bursting out from Elaine's figure, the aftermath of the war crawling out of the corpse mountain and blood sea in the Khorne God's Domain seems to still linger beside her, even making all the mortal cultists around tremble in fear Kneel down.

For the four-meter-tall Primarch, the Astartes, who were incomparably larger than ordinary people, seemed extremely small at this moment.

Even Erebus could hardly restrain the desire to kneel trembling.

And the increasingly clenched power fist made Erebus extremely panicked.

At this moment, the chief priest with a dirty heart didn't even have the courage to question the Lord of the No.12 Legion in front of him.

"That, that... that, my lord... you are..."

"I... I was just nearby... I got the news that you are coming here..."

Erebus stumbled and tried to explain, his eyes never leaving the power fist of the Primarch in front of him, which was covered with broken battle scars, but still shone with the light of death.

Even his body trembled back half a step unknowingly, even though he wanted to turn around and run away at this moment - but the Primarch exuding a terrifying aura in front of him would never allow himself to leave, together with the All the poor plans constructed in the middle of the world were completely blank in the face of this fear of death.

Elaine's gaze remained indifferent, but her fists were clenched even tighter.

In an instant, an indescribable cold flooded Erebus's back, and an omen of death almost appeared in front of his eyes—flesh and blood collapsed, bones were torn apart, and even his own soul was meaninglessly...

Cold sweat kept slipping from Erebus's bald head covered with scriptures, looking up at the Primarch in front of him, his brain was running at high speed trying to find the answer.

The Primarch from Nuceria seems to be very fond of her brood...

"Ah, ah...ah! Yes, it is the No.12 Legion... It is the No.12 Legion that notified you that you are coming to the Perfect City in advance...so I came early...to pick up...to pick up...to meet you!"

As if thinking of something, there was a trace of happiness on Erebus's sly face, and his face engraved with scriptures was squeezed into a distorted pattern by his flattering and funny smile.

Ugly.

"I see."

As if persuaded by Erebus' words, the indigo light of the Power Fist slowly dissipated.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the head pastor secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and countless twisted and dirty schemes resurfaced in his mind again.

He swears—the humiliation he suffered today will definitely be recovered a hundred times, a thousand times from the No.12 Legion Lord.

However, before Erebus could completely relax, Elaine's indifferent voice sounded again.

"However, I didn't sense my legion at all."

"You're lying, Word Bearers."

Under Erebus' disbelieving gaze, the Primarch's giant hand covered his vision.

The chief priest was abruptly mentioned by Elaine: the steel gauntlet squeezed Erebus's rune skin until it was twisted and deformed, and the irresistible force also squeezed his hard skull to the point of rupture, and the gap still remained Remaining the bloody breath and fiery red sand of Khorne God's Domain, the crackling stance was slowly activated in Erebus's terrified struggle.

"I have heard about Lorgar's city for a long time... The world he controls is indeed extremely peaceful, and I can even sense the purity in everyone's heart."

The irresistible giant hand is wrapping the arc of cracking position, and it is slowly clenched in Elaine's indifferent voice.

"And you... Word Bearer, the malice and darkness in your heart are like a smear of filth on a white paper."

"Extremely significant."

Flesh is cracking, despair is spreading.

The arc of the cleavage position is constantly tearing open the skin of Erebus as the Primarch clenched inch by inch, and the strangled part of the head priest was even pushed five times by the Primarch's great force. A blood hole, shattered cheekbones and unbelievable pupils are extremely obvious under the faint blue light.

Excruciating pain, endless excruciating pain.

Apart from the indifferent exposition of the Primarch, Erebus felt only indescribable pain and despair.

"No, no... no!! How is it possible... How is this possible, this must be a misunderstanding!"

"You can't kill me...I am the head priest of the No.17 Legion!!"

The hysterical roar symbolizes the madness of the head priest, who cannot believe that his life as the hand of fate will end at this moment.

"There is no misunderstanding."

"It's just... your virtue is not worthy."

Regarding the comical scene of the Primarch grabbing the Astartes like a chick, even though Elaine only had one arm at this time-but still no one would doubt the horror contained in the Primarch's body strength.

"...No, no! No—! Get out of my mind...Get out of my mind!!"

Erebus tried to struggle frantically, but all he got was the despair that his flesh and bones were eroded away inch by inch, and... the panic that the dirty soul deep in his heart was being inspected and probed by the opponent.

Needless to say, all his thoughts and his past had been unearthed by the Primarch in some incomprehensible way.

From the moment he replaced the name of 'Erebus', to the strange heart when the Lord of Humanity came...

And the fanatical belief in the four gods in the starry sky...

In the gap between the five giant fingers, Erebus could barely see Elaine's gilt pupils full of disgust and hatred.

At this moment, the surrounding mortals had long been trembling and kowtowed non-stop, whispering and singing the scriptures of the "Holy Words" created by the Lord of the No.17 Legion.

In their eyes, this conversation between angels and gods is far beyond imagination.

Since it is the heir of the gods who wants to judge the angels, how can mortals try to understand the truth?
In fact, Elaine didn't care what they thought.

The filth and chaos stained on the head priest in front of him is already too obvious, and this extremely filthy man named 'Erebus' is also the thread of fate under the gaze of the four gods of chaos.

As long as he still exists in the world, the taint of chaos will always linger around the No.17 Legion.

In any case, it was impossible for him to leave alive.

The same is true for that Kor Phaeron.

As for Lorgar... Presumably, the emperor of mankind will give him a reasonable explanation for his common father with this brother.

Although Elaine did not understand why the subspace storm influenced by the blood god threw himself here, maybe it was the layout under the staggered time, or maybe it was the common will of the distant golden sun and him—

But there is no time to think so much.

Elaine looked indifferently at the head pastor who was struggling crazily in front of him.

She knew that the future chaos and turmoil would not end with the death of Erebus.

There must be more chaos to come, and there must be more unknown dangers.

Elaine sensed groups of Word Bearers gathering towards the increasingly chaotic crowd, and her power fists still flashed the arc of disintegrating stance.

Time is running out.

——[Don't be afraid of the wind and waves of the unknown route, because we have already been driving on it. 】

Suddenly, the soft murmur of the old boatman slowly came from among the stars.

As if he was watching all this all the time.

【…yes. 】

All the thoughts in the Primarch's mind dissipated at this moment.

The real enemy is not a chaotic chess game.

Time is the real enemy.

And now is an excellent time to root out the source of the confusion.

It must not be easily missed.

"It's not that I invaded your soul...but your soul is too filthy, even the hearts of space pirates are purer than yours."

The thick and cold power fist kept clenching, exerting huge pressure on Erebus's face inch by inch-so much so that his skull was constantly twisted and deformed under this terrifying force, but the powerful Primarch Controlling his strength didn't make him die instantly.

"My appearance... is the aftermath of a great war that should not be known."

"Obviously, you know something you shouldn't know."

The increasingly cold words gradually became ethereal, even lingering in the ears of every mortal in the square.

While this was beyond everyone's understanding, the Primarch's sentence on the Astartes at this point was nothing short of miraculous.

[Erebus. 】

[The filthy heretics lurking in the No.17 Legion...the traitors who are dubbed the chief priest but are secretly planning to betray the empire. 】

The cold voice under the spiritual resonance became more and more clear, until everyone in the entire perfect city heard the sentence from the Primarch.

Even the teams of the Word Bearers Astartes who had just arrived were stunned.

They watched as the head priest was held in the head by the one-armed Primarch, filthy blood dripping from his gleaming power fist.

When the group of Word Bearers was about to pass through the crowd, the endless scenes conveyed by the telepathy stopped their steps instantly.

That's everything about 【Erebus】.

Birth, growth, manhood, and his thoughts and ideas, and his tricks and dirty beliefs...

[Maybe you are glad that the darkness in your heart has never been discovered by others, but the empire will never tolerate any flames of rebellion. 】

[Now, this flame has been known to your combat brothers. 】

[Even my brother and his legion would not tolerate your existence. 】

[A dirty belief like yours... It is not a pity to die. 】

At this time, Erebus was already struggling like crazy. He didn't understand why the prophecy of the Blood Throne would bring him death.

"No, no...!! I am not a traitor...I am not...!!"

"You can't judge me, you are just the Primarch of the No.12 Legion, you are not qualified to judge the chief priest of the No.17 Legion!"

The frenzied and hysterical roar symbolized the last pride of the head priest.

Yes, I am clearly destined to be the hand of fate, and will soon be a noble existence that will bring endless chaos to the galaxy. Even the four gods will not ignore my life and death, because the hand of fate Their role and value are incomparable to them——different from that false human emperor, this ancient and powerful belief will never abandon themselves, and the No.17 Legion and their fighting brothers will inevitably Will accept the new destiny of mankind together with Erebus, the hand of fate——

boom!
Bang bang bang! !

The smoke from the explosive bombs tore through the silence of the square.

Erebus' pupils suddenly constricted.

Several bolt wounds appeared on his body, and dripping blood continuously seeped from the trembling power armor.

Several teams of Word Bearers silently lowered their muzzles, which were still emitting smoke.

As guardians of the Imperium of Man, these Astartes have no right to interfere in the trial of the traitors.

But as the Space Marines of the No.17 Legion, their position is already obvious enough.

Traitors don't deserve to die.

Even if it's a head pastor.

[If my brother entrusts a scum like you with a heavy responsibility. 】

[Then... his slow progress of the Great Crusade may be explained. 】

There was no emotion in Elaine's voice, like winter in the mountains of Nuceria.

"No, no, you can't—!!!!"

click.

The humming cleavage stance overwhelmed Erebas' hysterical wailing, and the crisp sound of flesh and bones tearing apart echoed in the slowly clenched giant palm, and sticky and dirty blood slowly flowed out of it, cleaving the stance The faint blue light evaporated it in the next moment, and one could vaguely see through the fingers that it was already extremely ferocious, distorted and deformed, and the ugly human-like face was almost invisible, and the bloodshot eyeballs were hardened by this terrifying force. Squeezed out, the dirty skin engraved with profane runes was also mixed into a meaningless mass of sticky flesh and blood.

boom--!
Until the heavy power fist was tightly clenched, Erebus' head was crushed abruptly.

The dripping blood and brain tissue exploded instantly like a pulp, and mixed into viscous and filthy dirt, which slowly flowed along the headless corpse of the former chief pastor.

Like his dirty nature.

……

……

　It's like opening champagne~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)