"Wrong answer!"
A bolt of thunder descended from the void, directly piercing Be'lakor's body, making Be'lakor stiff and uncomfortable. His recently healed wounds almost relapsed.
Be'lakor opened his mouth, and a puff of smoke came out.
Incorrect?
Why incorrect?
Be'lakor was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized there was a trick to the question.
This name probably refers to his True Name!
"What do you want? Who ordered you to do this?" Be'lakor instantly looked at Erebus with hatred and suspicion.
A True Name is a demon's weak point. Erebus actually tried to make Be'lakor reveal his True Name. In Be'lakor's eyes, this was outright murder!
"I forgot my True Name!" Erebus was still suffering from an inexplicable headache and became anxious when faced with Be'lakor's question.
Hearing this, Be'lakor was startled at first, then a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He guessed what had happened and said mockingly, "What Hand of Fate? It turns out you're just a slave to the gods too."
As soon as Be'lakor finished speaking, he froze for a moment.
Because in a trance, he realized he couldn't remember his own True Name either.
"How can this be..." Be'lakor said with a blank expression.
Erebus noticed Be'lakor's expression and quickly understood that Be'lakor was in the same situation as him, a playful smile appearing on his face.
"What Eldest Son of the Gods? Just a slave to the gods, that's all." He retorted mockingly.
Then, Erebus turned his head and looked behind him, saying, "Now we can only find one of our subordinates — where are my subordinates?"
Erebus said with a twitching expression. His Word Bearers were gone, and Be'lakor's disciples were also gone. Only his Khorne beast was still barely holding back the assault of the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers.
If Sarojin hadn't disappeared and Titus hadn't temporarily exhausted his strength, these loyalists would have already attacked.
"..I ate them," Be'lakor replied with a twitching expression.
He hadn't expected to need those disciples and subordinates.
Be'lakor felt that Erebus must have been cursed with bad luck, otherwise, why would his luck be so terrible?
Erebus gritted his teeth and whispered a few cold incantations. The hundred-armed Khorne beast instantly stirred up a bloody tide, briefly repelling the loyalists, then quickly crawled to his side under Erebus' control.
Many daemons were still residing within the beast's body, but Erebus' goal wasn't to extract their True Names—he simply didn't have the time, and those daemons would rather die than reveal their True Names.
The only way was... Erebus quickly found the tattered child's soul, which had been used as a sacrifice, inside the beast.
The soul's flame was already very weak, almost collapsing under the torture of the daemons.
Erebus quickly grabbed a few daemons, used them to temporarily nourish this soul, then isolated it from the influence of other daemons, allowing the child's soul to recover a little and regain a small amount of consciousness.
"State your name," Erebus said to the Khorne beast while summoning lesser daemons to block the advance of the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers.
The child embedded in the massive, crimson body slowly raised his head, looking at Erebus with dull, lifeless eyes.
Erebus instinctively trembled for some reason, but still emphasized again with Seducer's Whisper: "State your name!!"
"..Ol..." the child said in a hoarse voice.
The lock disappeared, and a shimmering door of light appeared before them.
Ol?
Sharing the same name as the Emperor's first Warmaster?
No, this must just be a coincidence. Ol isn't a unique name, and Saint Ollanius Pius is an Adeptus Ministorum saint, so it's not uncommon for people to name their children after him.
Facing the Ultramarines and Flesh Tearers who were about to reach them, Erebus didn't have time to think so much. He directly brought the Khorne beast and Be'lakor with him, and they all plunged into the door of light.
The scene before Erebus' eyes rapidly shifted and changed. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in a corridor.
This corridor was high up in the Blessed Lady, surrounded by transparent glass that could filter radiation. Through the portholes, one could vaguely see the stars in the dark, deep space.
The moment Erebus arrived in this corridor, a feeling of joy surged within him.
He remembered this corridor.
This corridor led to the bridge.
According to the box, as long as he reached the bridge, he would clear the game, and Erebus could use the ritual dagger to escape from here directly.
But the moment Erebus cast his gaze towards the bridge door, his expression froze.
A massive lock was on the bridge door. As long as he answered the question and unlocked it, Erebus would be able to clear the game.
But the problem was, a figure was sitting on the steps below the bridge door.
The figure was not tall, still at a mortal level, wearing a cowboy hat, glasses on his face, and a patterned scarf made of thick yarn around his neck. One hand was wrapped with pink string, the other held a dull toy sword, and a revolver was tucked into his waistband.
The sharpshooter who shot and killed Khorne's Chief Greater Daemon Skarbrand and shattered the Blood God's thigh, the string figure master in the galaxy whom no one could surpass, the sword master whose Denkōmaru was merely a limiter, the child born for war, the combined incarnation of Doraemon and the Emperor in the material universe, Nobita, stood before Erebus.
He slightly raised the cowboy hat on his head, and a cold gaze shot out from behind his glasses, piercing directly into Erebus.
In an instant, Erebus felt his entire body covered by bone-chilling killing intent.
He felt as if he wasn't in a cold ship's cabin, but on a vast desert with rolling yellow sands...
"Nobi Style... Harbinger of Misfortune."
The intertwining pink string, like a disaster star tearing through the galaxy, pierced through the air, shooting towards Erebus and Be'lakor with completely unpredictable movements.
Erebus instinctively retreated, shielding Be'lakor in front of him.
"Bastard!!!"
Be'lakor cursed, but the string came swiftly. Be'lakor could only brace himself and meet it.
He tried to swing his sword and cut the string, but in the blink of an eye, the string wrapped around his wrist, trapping his shadow greatsword.
Then, the other strings quickly pierced into Be'lakor's flesh, weaving into various forms within his body.
Be'lakor shrieked, and a chilling flame ignited on his body. He took the opportunity to transform into a dark shadow, slipping through the gaps in the string, attempting to charge directly at Nobita.
Nobita did not stand up from the steps; he merely gently gripped the dull Denkōmaru in his hand.