His body began to heal rapidly, and by devouring Erebus, or rather, the Tzeentch Great Unclean One Wrestling Eagle Person within Erebus, Be'lakor's wounds healed by more than half in a short time, and his consciousness became whole again.
Although he still felt dizzy, uncomfortable, and his consciousness was scattered, at least he wasn't completely irrational as he had been just now, only able to move by instinct.
It was just that Be'lakor felt something was wrong with his abdomen; he felt his stomach twitching and his bottom itching, as if something was about to spray out.
But this feeling was fleeting, seemingly Be'lakor's illusion. It should just be an illusion, right?
"Bastard! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Fate took a bizarre turn. Wrestling Eagle Person was swallowed by Be'lakor instead of Erebus, and Erebus crawled out from between Be'lakor's legs, cursing and glaring at Be'lakor.
Be'lakor only then noticed that there were only two bird-shaped tattoos left on Erebus' body.
In other words, Erebus had already lost seven lives.
"Useless," Be'lakor couldn't help but curse this pig-like teammate.
If it wasn't to break free from the shackles of the Four Gods, Be'lakor really wanted to abandon Erebus and pledge allegiance to Saint Doraemon.
However, Saint Doraemon still refused to become a god; as long as he didn't become a god, he couldn't undo the restraints on Be'lakor.
Erebus' face was extremely grim as he listened to Be'lakor's words.
In Erebus' opinion, losing seven lives was entirely due to Be'lakor's unreliability.
After all, if it wasn't Be'lakor's problem, could it be his, Erebus', problem?
For a moment, Erebus began to miss Luther.
Luther was crazy, gloomy, and strange.
But at least Luther was an honest man, with morals, character, and integrity, and wouldn't betray his teammates like Be'lakor.
"You hold him off; I'll open the door," Be'lakor said to Erebus.
Titus was like a god of slaughter, rapidly butchering the daemons blocking the way between him and Erebus.
Those lower-level daemons like Bloodletters, Steel Bulls, Flamers, and Pink and Blue Horrors couldn't stop his chilling Chainsword at all.
And Be'lakor actually told Erebus to stop this monster?!
Erebus' expression was blank; he was shocked by Be'lakor's shamelessness.
"I only have two lives left!" Erebus said angrily.
"Then you can still die twice, can't you?" Be'lakor responded quickly.
Erebus was dumbfounded, then finally gritted his teeth, "As long as you do your best to ensure my safety, I can prepare the offerings you'll need for your ascension in the future."
Erebus had once promised to help Be'lakor ascend to become the Lord of the Unstable Warp, the eighth Chaos God.
And ascension required offerings, a powerful race the size of a galactic Overlord, with the offering being no less than the former Aeldari Imperium.
In the current galaxy, the Aeldari have fallen, humanity has become a sacrifice to the Emperor, the Tau are weak, and the Squats are as insignificant as their height.
But Erebus also knew of another offering's existence.
The Old Ones.
The Old Ones were once so powerful that even the massive Warp fluctuations generated by their demise, which had already propelled three gods to ascension, had not been exhausted. Theoretically, they could still uplift another god to birth.
By using the three divine artifacts of the old ones to tear through time and space, finding the Old Ones' ancient treasury, opening the "lock," and finding the "weapon," one could use the Old Ones as an offering to complete the ascension.
Very few people knew about this, besides the Four Gods, only a few beings like Erebus and Vashtorr were aware.
Be'lakor grinned, this reward perfectly struck his desire.
Sure enough, you have to put some pressure on your teammates to stimulate their potential.
Looking at the smile on Be'lakor's lips, Erebus snorted coldly.
He certainly wouldn't really hand over the offering to Be'lakor; that was the offering Erebus had prepared for himself.
In fact, Erebus hadn't even planned to genuinely reserve the great position of the Unstable Warp for Be'lakor.
The Unstable Warp, the eighth god position, was the place Erebus had reserved for himself.
Erebus turned and ran towards the nearest door, while Be'lakor suddenly spread his wings.
As the iron chains and skulls on his dark flesh wings clanked, a wisp of shadowy smoke surged from them, instantly transforming into a black wall, shielding Erebus behind him.
At the same time, the shadows writhed, and figures continuously emerged from within.
daemons belonging to the Four Gods, enslaved by Be'lakor, and Chaos Astartes serving Be'lakor, burst forth from the shadows, praising Be'lakor's name as they charged towards the Flesh Tearers and Ultramarines, also attempting to stop Titus.
They were Be'lakor's disciples, but these were not all of Be'lakor's accumulated strength.
Be'lakor also had a Chaos Knight household under him.
But Be'lakor was worried that using Knights to fight against Saint Doraemon, who controlled part of the Malicious Art domain, would be shooting himself in the foot, so he didn't dare to summon Knights here.
Otherwise, the massive size and crushing power of the Knights could easily eliminate this group of Astartes.
The innocence in Titus' hand swung like the wind, tearing through the body of a Chaos Astartes, and, drenched in thick blood, charged towards Be'lakor.
As Be'lakor expected, his disciples couldn't stop Titus.
The Shadow Blade stirred up a burst of dark sparks, slashing vertically towards Titus.
Titus seemed to have anticipated it, having already raised his Chainsword, easily parrying Be'lakor's Shadow Blade.
Swords clashed. Although Titus could gain the upper hand with his precognitive abilities, Be'lakor's blade was faster, swifter, and more powerful. For a moment, Titus was suppressed.
"You have only acquired a fraction of Konrad Curze's power."
Be'lakor said mockingly:
"If Konrad Curze himself were here, I might still hesitate."
Although severely wounded and not fully healed, Be'lakor was now in the first tier below Primarchs; even encountering a Primarch might not result in complete defeat.
On this ship, he, Be'lakor, was the strongest!!!
At the same time, Erebus arrived at the door closest to him.
The lock on the door trembled a few times, and a question popped up.
The question was very short, very simple.
"Please answer: What is your name?"
Erebus was stunned at first, then suddenly overjoyed.
It was such a simple question! Indeed, all the bad luck just now was a coincidence, an accident, an illusion.
He, Erebus, was still the one favored by fate.
Suppressing his inner joy, Erebus answered the question decisively:
"Erebus----------"