"Are you ready?"
Kasjia grinned and held up the magazine of the bolt pistol, and began to unload it in front of him, one round after another.
The sound of the boltgun rounds falling on the marble floor was very crisp.
Drip, drip, drip, drip. Like his, Erebus's, funeral bell.
And this long wait, accompanied by the unknown, was the long-lasting fear and pain that Kasjia had bestowed upon the other.
To let this thing die too quickly would be a bit too cheap for him.
"OK, two bolt pistol rounds."
Kasjia showed a smile in his helmet.
"Get up, Erebus."
Kasjia's words, like a life-threatening command, echoed in Erebus's ears.
Erebus, whose legs had both been blown into big holes: "..."
You might as well just kill me directly.
His expression said so.
"It's not that easy."
Kasjia smiled and aimed the bolt pistol in his hand at the other's little Erebus.
BANG!
"Tsk, no fun."
After several tests of the boltgun's ability to be attracted to its target, Kasjia could only come to a conclusion that he did not like.
Very unfortunate.
The two-bolt-round conjecture did not hold true in this world.
The two-bolt-round conjecture was just a consensus from the people of the former world. And in this world, there were not many people who would recognize Erebus, and the hatred for this scum of the earth had not even begun to sprout.
So whether it was a bolt or a laser, whether it was a pistol or a rifle, there was not much difference.
Two rounds were two rounds. After they were fired, there were no more.
And there was no auto-lock system.
If he were to really tell them to hit Erebus with both shots, they would only ask in surprise—
...who is Erebus?
"A worthless villain who colluded with Chaos and harmed living beings."
It could only be said that the two-bolt-round conjecture was indeed just a simple wish for justice from some common people.
BANG!
With Kasjia's indifferent tone, with the firing of another boltgun round, Erebus's lower body was completely turned into a bloody pulp.
It seemed some of the shredded meat had even been scorched by the high-speed bolt rounds and lasers, revealing a slight, sizzling meaty aroma.
Accompanied by the strong smell of blood and the smoke of the bolt explosives, it continued to gather in the room.
But he was still not dead.
He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the blessing of a strong life force given to him by Father Nurgle. At this moment, Erebus was still not dead.
Not only was he not dead, but his consciousness was also still clear.
With the blessing of a strong, immortal life force, Erebus had once been very respectful of the god who could give him such power.
But it seemed that now, he couldn't laugh anymore.
A blessing is not always a good thing.
Especially when he did not have the ability to turn pain into pleasure under the influence of the great power of Slaanesh.
An ordinary person would not be willing to accept this kind of blessing. It would burn their brain out.
"Get up, Erebus."
Kasjia continued to urge Erebus, who had been knocked down with his legs blown off, to get up again.
A true strong person will always encourage others to get up.
Just like Kasjia.
Even though Erebus's legs had all been beaten to a pulp, Kasjia still encouraged the other not to give up.
You must persevere!
If you just die so easily, how can I use you for target practice?
But at this moment, Erebus seemed to be unable to answer him anymore.
Even with a Nurgle-blessed level of life force, Erebus, who had not yet undergone Space Marine modification, was at this moment just a slightly stronger mortal.
At most, he was a little bit more fleshy than others.
The level of a cultist.
It was impossible for him to be confident that he could survive in the face of these riddled bullet holes.
Erebus felt his life draining away.
"Damn it, I really can't tear it off!"
Kasjia came forward and, with his fingers under the ceramite gauntlet, he tried to scratch Erebus's face a few times.
"How is your face so thick?"
"You... you know my true identity?"
In a state of extreme weakness, Erebus's tone was still filled with absolute disbelief.
No one should have known this.
Clearly, everything about Erebus himself had already been inherited by him. And after he had completed the plunder of Erebus's identity, the first thing he had done was to silence his parents who knew everything.
The secret he had kept by sacrificing his own parents, how could it be exposed by someone who didn't even know his own people?
"You are not qualified to know."
Kasjia chose to turn back to the monomolecular short knife that was deeply inserted in the wooden table and pulled it out.
"Try this."
"I don't believe that only Horus can tear this face off of you."
Kasjia turned his wrist and switched the short knife he was holding in a reverse grip to a forward grip.
And then he came forward and, like a careful master craftsman, he came close to Erebus's face and began his carving.
After several attempts, Erebus's face was only left with a few more small cuts made by the small knife.
"Tsk, still no good."
Kasjia helplessly threw the monomolecular short knife to the side.
His technique was actually not bad.
Even in actual combat training, during his time with Fulgrim on Chemos, he had also learned some art of carving and drawing.
But he just couldn't successfully tear off the face of this guy, who was hidden under the name of the real Erebus.
"This thing isn't fixed to you, is it?"
Kasjia frowned and asked, half-believing.
"No... I am Erebus."
He rarely, bared his teeth and showed a smile.
However, under the numerous wounds and bloodstains, this smile was truly a bit creepy.
He might not be Erebus.
But when he had successfully plundered the other's face and name, he had proven that only a guy like him, who would stop at nothing, could truly be called Erebus.
"Forget it, whatever."
"Get up, Erebus."
He continued to say.
Kasjia was not too纠结 about this.
Instead, like a bot, he continued to urge Erebus, who had had his lower body blown off and had a few more bullet holes in his upper body, to get up.
"Is that enough? Is that enough!"
"You've beaten me into this state, how can I get up!!!"
In his anger, Erebus, who felt that he had no hope of survival, shouted in desperation.
"You can't get up?"
Kasjia asked, knowing the answer.
He, with a sense of dissatisfaction, used the butt of the gun, whose magazine had already been emptied, to hit the other's face hard again.
Erebus didn't know why.
But whenever this purple-and-gold giant had finished the bullets in his gun, he always had to come and hit him like this first.
Like some kind of ritual for the Mechanicum personnel to awaken and please the machine spirit.
But in any case, the torture was finally over.
No matter how much hatred the person before Erebus had for him, after he was completely dead, the pain from the torture would naturally disappear.
"Erebus, guess what?"
"I had already thought of this when I came to find you."
Whether to let Erebus live like this and receive punishment;
or to just give him a quick death and let him personally experience the playing style of those evil Warp creations.
This was indeed a problem.
"To let the soul of a useless loser like you taste the unique skills of your gods."
Sometimes it has to be said that in the field of dealing with Erebus, the methods of the great god of love, Slaanesh, were far more ruthless than those of a new recruit like Kasjia.
"But I'm also afraid that after they have recycled your dark soul, they will stuff it into someone else's body and revive it."
"That wouldn't be good."
"Don't you think so, Erebus?"
WHOOSH!
The moment Kasjia's voice fell, the Warp-fire that had been burning finely around the room, to prevent Erebus's psionic teleportation, suddenly grew larger, and the entire room was surrounded by the raging fire.
Under Kasjia's control, the Warp-fire first burned away all the scattered flesh and blood in the room.
Leaving no possible environmental pollutants to harm Colchis.
And then, with the swing of Kasjia's fingers, they all climbed onto Erebus's riddled body.
"Ah!"
An unbearable, strong pain instantly covered his broken body. An unbearable, terrifying pain, at this moment, melted his body.
The roasting of the Warp-fire.
Even the leader of the Dark Eldar could not withstand the terrifying flame. In an instant, it was turned up to the maximum by Kasjia.
Burn!
Burn it hard!
Erebus screamed in pain in the flames.
But at the same time, there was also a hint of release.
After all, he was about to die.
After death, his soul would return to his gods to receive a new arrangement.
A hint of madness flashed in Erebus's eyes.
He believed that he had the ability and the bottomless actions to be worthy of the favor of the dark gods.
At that time, he, who had returned full of blessings, would definitely come back to take revenge on this purple-and-gold Space Marine!
Definitely!
No matter what price he had to pay, he would come back, and with the help of the dark gods, he would complete—
Wait.
In his extreme pain, Erebus felt that something was wrong.
It seemed he didn't have to come back.
His body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Erebus's flesh and blood was regenerating.
"My legs! My body... is healed!"
Apart from the memory of the pain and fear of Kasjia, Erebus felt that everything in his body had returned to its original state!
No difference at all!
"Healed, isn't that a great thing?"
With a speed that Erebus had not yet had time to react to, another kick flew towards Erebus, who was lying on the ground and was just about to get up.
CLANG!
The powerful impact made him bounce a few times before he finally landed on the ground again.
The pain made his eyes roll back, and he couldn't speak.
Of course, before he could speak again, another kick from Kasjia came at him.
Thud!
"You! What on earth do you want..."
Curled up on the ground, after coughing violently a few times, he said, trembling.
This time, real fear enveloped Erebus's heart.
If his body could be restored in the flames every time... then did that mean he would from now on face an endless and terrifying torture?!
"Of course, I'm taking you to a good place."
Originally, Kasjia could have used this Warp-fire to directly burn this born's soul, and to completely erase him from the world.
But that would be too cheap for him, wouldn't it?
Kasjia smiled and switched to the communication system.
"Notify Tarvitz's squad to bring up the thing I prepared."
Soon, with a few heavy sounds of metal colliding on the marble floor, and the sound of the same giant object being dragged on the ground, a whole squad of purple-and-gold Space Marines appeared before Erebus.
And then, what they were dragging, the huge coffin used to imprison psykers, was dragged in by another purple-and-gold warrior behind Kasjia with a chain.
"Put this beast inside. Put him in well, and don't leave him any room to resist."
As he spoke, the psionic flame in Kasjia's hand did not relax for a moment.
"Also, put all these materials in. Leave some evidence."
Kasjia said, and looked at the scarlet library book, which had a terrified human face stretched on its cover, among the many exquisite, gilded leather books.
Blasphemy!
Seeing it made Kasjia want to call the Inquisition.
"Forget it... you guys don't touch these things for now. I'll collect them myself."
But now, what Inquisition did he need?
Thinking of this, Kasjia looked at the sky outside the window.
"With Old Man Gold, who needs the Inquisition? Seriously."
The Bucephalus.
"My child, your pursuit of truth, goodness, and beauty is admirable, but your blindness will lead your pursuit into an abyss from which there is no return."
"Perhaps a lost lamb will go astray."
Lorgar said with a smile.
"But I believe that under your guidance, my faith will be tested, and my wisdom will be enlightened by you."
"I will not be blind—because following your path is the broadest path."
"Your idea does not conform to reality, my child. The achievements of humanity are not the work of me alone."
"Wisdom and achievement come from every human who thinks with science and reason. It is they who are enlightening the wisdom of all and striving upward, and I am just their student."
"And in this, there is no place for religious believers. This is a spiritual stain that people must abandon."
Actually, there is.
But all the data has been burned by Old Man Gold.
So there is none.
"But I still firmly believe in the teachings of God. Only with the enlightenment from God can I obtain wisdom."
"This is a weak and irresponsible way of thinking, my child! You, as a gene-primarch who needs to lead a legion, cannot maintain this weakness!"
"You are right."
"I am an ignorant person. And only with the enlightenment from God can I obtain wisdom."
"I am not a god, and also, you must understand that you must master it in practice!"
"This is the teaching of God!"
The Emperor fell silent in the face of Lorgar's words.
This was bad.
How come even a gene-primarch with some of his characteristics has become a mystic?
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