Erebus believed he had already won.
Luther, wielding the Caliban Greatsword, clashed with Nobita.
The second-in-command of the Dark Angels Chapter claimed to have fully comprehended the mysteries of Chaos, mastering its power rather than being controlled by it.
Whether his words were true or false, Luther had indeed gained immense power from Chaos, almost comparable to a 'beggar's version' of the Four Gods' blessings on Horus, even stronger than Abaddon. He could even contend with Primarchs like Leman Russ, and due to Leman Russ' soft-heartedness, he nearly killed him.
He, wreathed in surging Chaos energy, arrived beside Nobita in a blink of an eye. The Caliban Greatsword tore through the veil of reality, bringing with it a Warp tide that crashed towards Nobita's head.
Then, the glowing Denkōmaru drew an incomprehensible arc and effortlessly blocked Luther's attack.
Luther was startled by this, but the Denkōmaru, after blocking Luther's powerful attack and Be'lakor's continuous strikes, ran out of power. It flickered a few times before extinguishing.
Luther seized this momentary opportunity, re-charging to swing his sword again.
However, he saw Nobita, with lightning speed, pull out another fully charged Denkōmaru from his clothes. Luther also saw the numerous Denkōmaru hidden beneath Nobita's clothing.
This caused Luther's expression to twitch.
But Erebus didn't care. As long as Luther could hold off Nobita and allow him to open the door to the bridge, clearing the game would be enough.
Then, Erebus would use a secret ritual to summon the ouroboros, combine it with the Tuqiaocha Engine in the Rock and the plagueheart in Luther's ship, uniting the three divine artifacts to open a rift to the past, sending Saint Doraemon to the past to ascend to godhood.
With this thought, Erebus no longer hesitated and was about to rush towards the door.
On the Light Lord, Alexander watched this scene through Nobita's eyes.
The Right-Wrong Divination Compass in his hand had just completed a divination, confirming that Erebus, at least this time, would not be able to open that door or clear the game.
This was because Erebus was affected by one of Alexander's items.
[Item Name: Retribution Medicinal Wine]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 261.M3]
[Function: As long as the wronged person drinks this medicinal wine, their enemy will be possessed by a god of misfortune, experiencing bad luck in everything. The stronger the resentment, the more powerful the bad luck generated.]
In Alexander's sight, two icy, pitch-black mists clung to Erebus' body. Within the mists were two figures whose eyes were filled with hatred, constantly manipulating misfortune to oppress Erebus.
Khorn and the daemon Raum, possessing Khorn, had both drunk this item. Their ten thousand years of hatred transformed into two powerful gods of misfortune, so strong that they could twist fate, burdening Erebus with immense bad luck.
At this very moment, even though Erebus' plan was on the verge of success and proceeding smoothly, the two gods of misfortune did not weaken; instead, they grew stronger, tightly gripping Erebus' destiny, causing bad luck to continuously accumulate on him, reaching the final moment of eruption.
Alexander felt it was still not enough. He pulled out the Heavenly Punishment Whip from his embrace.
This item could punish those who committed evil deeds, and Alexander had specifically prepared it to deal with Erebus.
"Erebus' evil deeds: Corrupting Horus, burning the galaxy, killing Angron, corrupting Khorn, helping Lorgar believe in gods, falling into false belief, backstabbing Loken, closing causality..."
"Punishment: His crimes are too numerous to count; he should be abhorred by heaven and earth."
The moment Alexander cracked the whip, thousands of pages detailing Erebus' crimes flashed before his eyes—and this was just the table of contents.
Then, all of reality trembled and roared.
Reality itself showed extreme disgust towards Erebus, and reality began to twist fate, causing everything to take a sharp turn in a direction extremely unfavorable to Erebus.
In the Warp, Tzeentch was still desperately beating fate, trying to dispel the bad luck on Erebus.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off even a trace of the bad luck on Erebus.
At this moment, Tzeentch suddenly perceived that the will of the material dimension, which had always been suppressed by the Warp, suddenly began to struggle.
Even the fate he held in his palm trembled violently.
Strong backlashes came from reality and fate.
Tzeentch let out a shriek, and caught off guard, he was sent flying by fate.
Fate, like threads, was tightly bundled into a whip under the control of reality's will and slammed towards Tzeentch's bird-like face.
Bang!!!!
A whip, filled with anger, struck Tzeentch's head.
The anger from reality and fate directly impacted Tzeentch's will.
You destroy reality!!!
You toy with fate!!!
You help Erebus!!!
The moment fate was whipped, Tzeentch saw the direction fate was flowing.
plagueheart, Tuqiaocha Engine, and ouroboros, the three divine artifacts, were shaped by the Old Ones and inherently possessed a desire for self-aggregation, instinctively craving to merge.
And the ouroboros was Caliban itself; from every specific rock to every abstract thought on Caliban, it was a part of the ouroboros.
The Rock Fortress was the largest concrete, material fragment of the ouroboros, arriving due to the instinct of aggregation.
And the largest fragment of the ouroboros in the spiritual realm, or rather, the carrier of Caliban's spirit, beliefs, and thoughts, arrived in this star system due to the instinct of aggregation and manifested before Erebus. Doesn't that make sense?
Doesn't that make sense?!!!
I ask you!!! Doesn't that make sense?!!!
Reality and fate's angry questions rushed towards Tzeentch, and fate bundled itself into an even tougher whip, about to continue lashing at Tzeentch.
In Nurgle's Garden, Mortarion smiled as he looked at the fate presented by these numbers, nodding slightly to Nurgle.
The rigorous science of numerology once again played its role, proving itself to be the truth.
Nurgle, who had already prepared, grinned. Nurgle's daemon army mobilized from the borders of Nurgle's domain, merging with Slaanesh's equally prepared daemon army, pressing towards Tzeentch's domain.
Tzeentch himself had not fully recovered his ability to interfere with reality. Now, with reality and fate's backlash, and the invasion of Nurgle and Slaanesh, he was immediately overcome with anxiety. He waved his powerful arms, conjuring boundless changes, standing between reality and the Crystal Labyrinth, isolating reality's interference with the Crystal Labyrinth and also isolating his own influence on fate and reality.
Then Tzeentch no longer bothered with Erebus and hastily went to resist the invasion of Nurgle and Slaanesh.
In reality, on the Blessed Lady,
Erebus was beaming with joy; he was very close to the door leading to the bridge.
But at this moment, the air suddenly grew cold, and invisible mist drifted out of the void. Faint sounds of gurgling streams began to echo in Erebus' ears.
Luther, who was fighting Nobita, froze, then sharply turned his head to look in the direction from which the mist was drifting.
Within the Rock Fortress, Ezekiel, who was in the command center helping Azrael direct the fleet to bombard the Fallen Angels, also suddenly looked up.
He felt an unfamiliar yet familiar aura.
Unfamiliar because he had never encountered this aura before.
Familiar because his bloodline was rejoicing at the appearance of this aura.
"How can this be…" Ezekiel blurted out in immense astonishment, then an indescribable joy surged within him.
He was back.
Erebus' body froze in place, looking in disbelief at the giant rock before him.
On the giant rock, a figure clad in dark power armor, holding a winged helmet, with a few strands of gold mixed in his white hair, The King of the Forest, was slumbering with his eyes closed.