40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 512 30. The idol is broken and the dead are resurrected (End)
Sevatar waved his right hand and swept out the chain halberd.

If he aimed the blade at Erebus, he would probably be cut in half immediately as his appearance was distorted and mutated like a deformed child. But Savita did not do this. He chose the side of the chain halberd.

Therefore, even if it smashed into the air and hit Erebus hard with immense force, he was only knocked to the ground. But after just a few seconds, he got up vomiting blood.

However, even without using the blade, the power of Sevatar and the weight of the chain halberd itself are real. Erebus was beaten so hard that the bones in his back protruded from his chest, and pieces of meat continued to fall from the huge open wound.

He breathed heavily, endured the pain, and trudged forward while holding on to the wall of the Night Soul's corridor, leaving a series of bloody handprints on the wall.

Sevatar followed him leisurely for a while, then struck him with another blow, knocking him to the ground again.

The once arrogant Dark Apostle screamed and fell to the ground, looking extremely weak.

His body structure has been completely reshaped. His nervous system, which had long been accustomed to pain, is now as tender as a newborn. The traces left by the Astartes transformation surgery have been completely erased, and there is no trace of the past. appearance.

If he had any resemblance to his former self, it would probably only be his skin that was engraved with scriptures, but it was only a little bit like him. Those tattooed characters are no longer regular, but are twisted and stacked together, looking like densely packed black insect eggs.

Savita took a step back, stood beside him, and suddenly raised his foot to break the two legs that were like dead branches. Erebus's bones didn't even have a chance to make a sound, and even the skin and muscles were completely turned into pulp.

He tried to breathe, but failed because Sevatar was increasing the pressure on him little by little. He watched with satisfaction as Erebus's face gradually turned into a depressing purple color, and the remaining eye seemed to fall out of its socket.
Finally, with a slightly dull sound, Sevita's steel boots sank into his chest.

However, just a few seconds later, when Sevatar pretended to look away casually, the dark apostle's hands, which had become bloody due to crawling, instantly moved.

However, Savita just coldly withdrew his right foot, which was stained with blood, and put down the chain saw halberd. It landed heavily on the ground, and the non-rotating single-molecule saw blade penetrated deeply into the demonized steel.

Sevatar nonchalantly turned off the chain saw's motor and put it on his shoulder in a very frivolous manner. He raised his foot again, gently stepped on Erebus's chest, stared into his eyes, and shook his head slowly.

From a certain perspective, subspace is quite fair in this regard. Whether it's one-eyed, blind, or this freak right now, they can all get help from spells.

"Stop pretending, you won't die, bastard." Saiveta said very calmly. "Stand up and keep running."

He understood that if he let down his guard even just a little bit, the poisonous snake Erebus would jump up from the ground in an instant and bite his throat.

A spell that had been prepared for a long time burst out from between the ugly fingers, unaffected by these deformed, toothy or even reversely twisted fingers.

His screams echoed through the entire corridor at this moment, but he still didn't give up. He even started to drag his body forward with his deformed hands behind his shoulder blades.

——Of course, this principle is also true for Savitar.

He knew Erebus too well, so he naturally knew how unscrupulous this despicable bastard would be in order to survive. Just like the humiliation at this moment, this is just a disguise to show weakness.

Erebus didn't answer his words and just kept crawling. There seems to be a slight flaw in the Dark Apostle's mind, or perhaps this is just a deliberate disguise he made just to make Savita relax his vigilance.
Behind the Skeleton Face, Sevatar showed a smile calmly.

Come on.

Erebus did not scream, but only twitched all over, and bubbling blood gurgled from the seven orifices on his face, as if he was about to die and there was no longer a threat.

In those fine holes, something like magma is looming.

Erebus didn't answer, and didn't even move, as if he was dead.

The weight of the power armor and his own strength sank into Erebus's chest along the heavy steel boots. He opened his deformed mouth, with half a thin tongue lying behind the crooked teeth, which looked extremely disgusting.

Sevatar stared at him sarcastically and allowed him to crawl slowly without stopping him. She just walked aside with the chain halberd and began to laugh softly.

He didn't say anything, he just started applying pressure a little bit.

Knowledge will not deceive you unless the person who teaches it to you has an impure heart.

"Great Lord Erebus, what's wrong with you? Why are you crawling on the ground like a maggot? Where are the chain tactics and subspace witchcraft that you are so proud of? Why don't you use them?"

He recognized this spell, so he turned his head slightly to avoid a black light that burst out from Erebus's fingers. Then he quickly bent back and waved his right hand.

The gauntlet slid on the handle of the chain saw halberd to the last section, and pressed the switch of the motor.

The saw blade began to rotate, and acceleration, gravity, and inertia brought greater lethality, allowing it to easily disembowel a gargoyle-like creature that appeared silently.

The mud-like internal organs fell to the ground, but Savita did not let it go. Instead, he pulled out the chain saw, reached behind his head with one hand, and raised the cruel weapon high.

The gargoyle howled fiercely, not showing any timidity due to the injury, but instead being aroused with ferocity. It flapped the bronze wings on its back and rushed straight towards Savita, but was split in two by the chain halberd in mid-air.

The flesh and blood fell to the ground and quickly turned into stone, no longer showing any signs of life.

Sevatar put away his weapon, turned around, and unsurprisingly saw Erebus who had completely disappeared, and a long trail of blood.

He laughed, and deliberately let out a cold laugh, and dropped the chain saw halberd to the ground again, allowing it to come into close contact with the ground. Sparks flew everywhere, and his shadow danced on the wall like an evil ghost in hell, extremely ferocious.

Savita dragged the chain halberd and followed the blood trail forward.

It's really despicable to play this kind of trick.

He followed the traces to a corner, and as expected, he saw the figure of Erebus here. The dark apostle had returned to his normal body at some point. At least his hands were where they should be, and his legs were where they should be. It is no longer as thin and straight as a dead branch.

He stood in the darkness, breathing heavily, staring at Sevatar, with anger that could not be concealed on his face.

"Is that all?" Savita asked. "Is this all that Erebus, who is famous in the galaxy, can do? Just survive, and I broke his back. He squirmed like maggots on the ground and finally only ran this far. It's really sad."

Erebus roared lowly, the anger on his face turning into complete madness.

"I will kill you, I will kill you, Yago Severtarion!"

Sevatar nodded to him and walked forward indifferently, as if the previous meanness that never missed any opportunity to ridicule was just an illusion, or maybe he was just too lazy to continue wasting his words.

The blue light lit up, Erebus raised his hands, and the most common killing spells such as frost, fire and lightning immediately appeared in the darkness with the fluctuation of spiritual energy.

The violent current rushed out like long snakes, leaping at extremely fast speeds. The flames began to burn quietly and quickly spread to the ground. The frost that was shaped into spikes or sharp blades shot out, tearing the air, and shot directly into Sevatar's face.

These offensives were enough to deal with most Astartes. Even as a think tank, I am afraid that there is no way to deal with these three equally dangerous spells at the same time. Erebus did not relax, and he even felt that it was not enough. He knew what Iago Severtarion was hiding under that man's skin.

Yingying blue light began to beat in Erebus's newborn eyes. The dimension was torn apart, the space was folded, and one crack after another was artificially opened in the darkness.

The Dark Apostle is now beginning to release long-distance teleportation spells at all costs. Without the support of the Lord of Changes, he would never be able to do this. He himself is aware of this, but he is no longer in the mood to delve deeper into it. reason.

He just kept shaping his spells, creating more cracks, and brought his servants over from the Abyss-class battleship behind Litatra.

Suddenly, the wide deck of the Night Soul was once again crowded with people, but they were no longer Shadow Knights, but Word Bearers one after another wearing scarlet armor and possessing mutated characteristics.

They all turned their heads and looked at Yago Severtarion, watching him stamp out the fire, disperse the thunder, and crush the ice. Then, amid the roar of Erebus, they raised their hands. Bloody guns and knives.

"Kill him!" The Dark Apostle roared the order, showing no trace of his former demeanor. "Whoever can kill him will be promoted! I will personally preside over his anointing ceremony!"

"Then send them to the greedy mouth of the warp demon, so that you can get some power back for yourself?"

Savita finally couldn't help laughing, which was in sharp contrast to his previous quietness, as if he was suffering from some kind of hysteria or mental problem.

However, other than that, he said nothing more and just escaped into the darkness in front of this group of traitors. Five seconds later, he fell from the sky, and with the help of the Night Soul, he quickly jumped into a group of Word Bearers who were on guard with guns.

The chainsaw halberd began to dance wildly, broken limbs and broken arms flew high, and heads fell heavily to the ground. Headless or mutilated corpses staggered to the ground, but Sevatar killed them faster and faster.

He turned around with blood in his body and started running in long strides, piercing straight into the heart of the Word Bearers like a sharp knife, aiming directly at Erebus.

The Dark Apostle saw his dark eyes very clearly, and he screamed without any image: "Kill him quickly!"

He was urging and ordering. At this moment, even the Word Bearers who had been completely brainwashed by him felt something was wrong.

Sevatar was quite merciful and did not let them continue to think, but used pure violence to dismantle Erebus's order into death one after another.

He swept past like a storm, even the Astartes could not see his figure clearly, and the mutated flesh and blood power armor could not stop his terrifying power and accuracy.
Blood and death are the only ways to tell where he is now. Wherever people are dying and where people are being dismembered, he is there.

Erebus couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He had been forced to be stimulated too many times today, but he still didn't understand it at this moment.

Iago Severtarion is still blessed by God, that much is certain. But he didn't activate it, not even use the power like he did on Calth.
He was only fighting with his own strength, but why did an Astartes have such combat power?
"Of course it's because of the ship he's stepping on, and my extended hand of fate."

The voice of the Lord of Change came playfully from the depths of the subspace and reached his ears.

"Haven't you noticed yet? Are you just running for your life without being able to distract yourself from observing your feet? This is not the mentality a wise man should have. Take a closer look."

He left with a loud laugh. Erebus hesitated for less than half a second, and immediately began to observe the Night Soul as the Lord of Change had said.

He knew that this would definitely lead him to fall into some kind of trap, but the only thing worse than his current situation was death - so, what else could he hesitate?
The Dark Apostle swept across the demonized steel and deep darkness, and his natural snake-like keen observation allowed him to quickly find what was wrong.
It is transforming into an altar, an altar that collects hatred to nourish and strengthen Yago Severtarion. But wouldn't he be forced to become a demon because of this? It is absolutely impossible for someone with divine grace to be so generous, or should I say
Erebus thought of the mask that Sevatar put on his face, and suddenly he had the answer.

It turned out to be the case.

He suddenly laughed ferociously, moved his hands, and more teleportation spells were released again.

However, this time, he only deployed a small number of people beside him. More other Word Bearers from another Abyss-class battleship were teleported to various parts of the Night Soul.

Want to be an altar, huh? So, how can there be no priests worshiping gods on the altar?
A thought was transmitted along the imprint he had imprinted into the minds of the Word Bearers the day after tomorrow, and the order issued was not to kill or destroy, but to pray, an extremely pious prayer.

Pray to the Ancient Four, to Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh and Nurgle. Read out loud their honorable names, as well as the names of every holy demon under them. Sing hymns and sacrifice ourselves to prove our piety to the gods!

Erebus raised his head and finished his speech. The air in all directions immediately began to change, and the servants he summoned faithfully carried out his orders, and carried them out immediately.

One after another, the traitors who had been completely contaminated by Chaos cut open their chests, took out the two hearts one by one, chopped them into pieces with the ceremonial knife they carried, or simply squeezed them with both hands to squeeze out the blood.
A sacred song was sung in unison and began to float on the soul of the night.

Sevatar suddenly stopped, but the chain saw held in his right hand remained unabated, brutally sawing open the upper half of a Word Bearer's face.

His skull and eyes were flying in the air, and half of his brain was splattered on the wall. He immediately screamed, and Sevatar caught up with him in two steps. He punched his back with his left fist to create a gap, and then immediately reached out and inserted it into it.

The sharp five fingers cut through the flesh, and his strength drove him deep into it, grabbing a vertebrae.

Sevatar squeezed it and began to control the traitor to shield himself from the gun, but no longer focused on the other Word Bearers. Taking advantage of this gap, he turned his head and glanced at Erebus, and happened to see the smile rising again on the latter's sick face.

The wail of the night soul rose in his ears the next second.

All right. Sevita thought. Fortunately, I learned something from the venerable Perturabo.
He let go of his hand and let the rotten flesh riddled with holes fall to the ground and escape into the darkness again. This time, Erebus did not panic, but instead smiled deliberately.

He knew that the ruthless and deadly killer was not far away, but what did it matter? He just wants to force him and provoke him so that he can show his flaws.
He had been doing this ever since he met Argo Severtarion on this ship. Savita was very vigilant and did not give him any opportunity to take advantage of him, but what about now?
Seeing the opportunity to kill me slip away from your hands, seeing this ship being held by Chaos, can you still remain calm?
Erebus raised his hands with a smile, picked up a spell, and shouted loudly: "Yago, my dear Yago! I want to tell you something, your brothers are on the ground of Litatra Confront a God of Chaos—"

"——I don't care." Yago Savitarion said coldly.

There was no trace of his mask anymore, and he emerged from the darkness covered in blood, pale as a ghost, the symbol of the Midnight Blade gleaming on his pauldrons.

The chain saw pierced Erebus's chest, but the Dark Apostle suddenly reached out and hugged him. The air surged, and five ferocious claws from the blood god's realm ripped open the air, pierced into Sevita's back, and even came out from Erebus's back.

"I won." The Dark Apostle said with difficulty. "This is different from the future I saw, but I still won. You have no choice but to become a demon, Yago."

Sevatar did not speak, but just looked at him with a sneer. Erebus's smile that had just risen instantly froze on his face - for no other reason than that the deck of the Night Soul was shaking.

The next second, it began to disintegrate, and bright fire and magma-like brilliance erupted from under their feet, like a volcanic eruption, completely swallowing up everything.

In the flames, a speck of golden light fell toward Litatra's low Earth orbit.

On the ground, Khalil Lohars saw this brilliant explosion, but there was no sadness on his bloody face.

"Chapter Master Kaiul," he called softly. "I think you may need to find Chapter Master Yago Severtarion for a new ship."

The Chapter Master of the Shadow Knights looked at him with confusion on his face, but didn't say a word. He just held on to the stretcher in his hand, lest it fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)