Erebus's Despair

Breaking news! Erebus has been arrested!!

Breaking news! Erebus has been arrested!!

Two consecutive messages flooded the chat channel, drawing out many lurking players.

Warmaster: "The number one villain in the Milky Way has been captured??"

Ten-Timer: "Are you sure it's Erebus? That guy is cunning."

Brother Zhong: "It's fake, it must be fake news."

Little Fatty: "I also think it's fake news, it's too fake."

"..."

The World Chat Channel quickly reached 99+ messages.

The name Erebus has become incredibly popular, quickly sparking heated discussions among players active in other star systems.

They didn't believe that players like Damo and Little Alpaca could catch Erebus.

It's worth noting that Erebus's record during the Horus Heresy was nothing short of phenomenal.

Primarch Mother - Erda

The first Possessed Marines — Angron Tai,

Loken witnessed the entire process of Horus's rebellion and the final showdown between Horus and the Emperor.

These famous figures all died at the hands of this wicked man.

Most importantly, this guy's escape skills are top-notch.

He was repeatedly driven to the brink of despair, yet he always managed to escape death.

Moreover, summoning Greater Daemon is as easy for this guy as drinking water.

How could they possibly be captured alive?!

However, when photos and videos of Erebus being imprisoned inside the Stasis Cube appeared, the World Chat Channel fell into an eerie silence.

After a long time,

Warmaster: "Damn, wait, did you really arrest them?"

Ten-Timer: "How did you manage to catch this bastard?"

Old Bird: "Terrifying, it's terrifying."

"..."

Faced with irrefutable evidence, no matter how much Warmaster and the other players didn't want to admit it,

Erebus did indeed become a prisoner of Damo and the others.

The topic on the World Chat Channel quickly shifted from initial skepticism and shock to discussions about punishing the evil seed, Erebus.

Old Thirteen: "Damo, are you interested in starting a business?"

Damo: "@Old Thirteen, what's wrong? Smart Head."

Old Thirteen: "One-on-one, you bastard, come and fight me one-on-one."

Damo: "Do you want to talk business?"

Old Thirteen: "I'll put up with you this time for the sake of business. How about we open an Arena together? We can catch a bunch of traitors and Chaos Daemon and put them in there, letting players challenge them one by one. If they get crippled, we can heal them and then fight again."

"You pay once for each challenge. Only after unlocking the weaker opponents can you unlock the stronger ones."

"Erebus will be the grand finale. Only after players have challenged all those traitors and Chaos Daemon will they be qualified to challenge this guy."

"As long as we advertise it, the Arena will be a huge hit, and we can just sit back and wait to make money."

"Those brat players will definitely be happy to thoroughly humiliate Erebus."

Warmaster: "..."

Ten-Timer: "..."

Old Bird: "..."

"..."

Little Alpaca: "As expected of Tzeentch's Chosen, even his random flashes of inspiration are so vicious!!"

The Twisted Man: "Erebus: This guy, you're a real devil."

Wrist Bro: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

Strategist: "That's too vicious."

Damo: "@Old Thirteen, great idea! Let's do it right away."

"..."

After discussing the project with the Little Alpaca and A Bowl of Lobster Soup, Damo and the little alpaca decided it was feasible and immediately got to work on it.

The Erebus Arena was quickly established.

Using the Adeptus Mechanicus's powerful infrastructure capabilities, a magnificent Arena was built in just three days.

Once construction was completed, the Arena opened for business.

To generate buzz, players like Damo announced a 50% discount on the first day of opening.

Players who were originally scattered throughout the Milky Way all arrived in the world of Solonis through the Beacon teleportation network, thinking of clearing the Arena and beating up Erebus.

As the player's number one Warmaster, he was the first to slaughter through the Damo, killing the demons and traitors that the players had placed in the Arena.

Amidst the Fanaticism cheers, the much-anticipated challenge against Erebus finally arrived.

As the notification sounded, the Dimensional Cube, which imprisoned Erebus, was slowly pushed out of the dark tunnel.

After Erebus was trapped in the dimensional field, his time was forever frozen at that moment.

When time resumes its flow and the power of the Warp is felt once more...

The cheers from the Arena also reached his ears.

"Here it is?"

Erebus looked around, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where he was.

The armor inscribed with prayers from the gods had also vanished.

He was only wearing a loose-fitting linen outfit.

Ding~

A weapon was thrown to Erebus by a guard standing on a high place.

"Take up your weapons, traitor. The Arena champion will challenge you."

Erebus raised his head and looked towards the center of the Arena.

A burly, strong man, shirtless, was standing there.

There was still a lot of blood around the opponent, clearly indicating that they had just experienced an extremely brutal battle.

The other man held a longsword, his gaze cold. "Erebus, quickly pick up your weapon."

"I can't wait to give you a good beating."

Erebus wasn't stupid; he quickly realized what had happened.

He was thrown into the Arena by those damned Outsider and became a tool for their entertainment.

Damn it, how dare they?!

He himself was a follower of the gods, Dark Apostle who held the truth of the universe.

"You'll regret this." Erebus bent down and picked up his weapon.

It was a sharp longsword.

The Warmaster launched his charge; his speed was incredible, covering the vast distance in an instant.

He swung his longsword at Erebus, the sharp sword light piercing through the air.

The Warmaster showed no mercy, unleashing a near-perfect swordsmanship attack on Erebus.

Clang!

The first strike,

The clash of their swords sparked bright Mars that shone exceptionally brightly in the dimly Arena.

Erebus's expression changed slightly. The opponent's strength was extremely exaggerated. The recoil from the sword alone made her hand hurt.

Clang~ Clang~

The sword strikes were like a violent storm, creating a series of afterimages in the air.

The clanging sounds of collisions were incessant.

Erebus staggered backward, his hand splitting open, crimson blood flowing freely.

Clang~

After another collision,

The blade was deflected, and the Warmaster leaped forward, then struck Erebus's nose with his other elbow.

The cartilage made a sticky cracking sound, and bright red blood spurted out, a shocking and conspicuous sight.

Erebus let out a painful cry and retreated.

The Warmaster pressed his advantage, sweeping his sword horizontally; the sharp light of the blade illuminated the eyes of both men.

A horrifying wound appeared on the chest of the Dark Apostle.

The players and Imperium warriors in the Arena gasped in amazement at what they saw.

From their previous battles, they knew that the Warmaster was very strong.

But they had no idea exactly how strong it was.

And now, they have this concept.

Erebus, a veteran of countless battles, joined the Emperor Legion with Lorgar, and his seniority is much higher than that of ordinary veterans.

Their combat strength goes without saying.

During the Great Crusade, they were only slightly weaker than the first-tier teams like Sigismund and Raldoron.

After ten thousand years of tempering and the blessings of the gods, he has become a rare master in the Milky Way.

Now, however, they are being suppressed by the Warmaster, and even their counterattacks are in a sorry state.

Damo: "Warmaster!! Is this guy cheating?"

Little Alpaca: "This fighting power is enough to take on the three of us."

A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "There may be a wrong name, but no wrong nickname. Truly worthy of being the Guide's favorite son!! This fighting power is too fierce!!"

"..."

The Warmaster in the Arena was completely focused on the battle and paid no attention to the discussions in the audience. He was solely focused on attacking.

Another frenzied barrage of heavy blows followed, and Erebus's longsword flew out, clanging as it sliced across the deck.

Another punch landed on his throat, followed by a boot kick to his stomach, sending him flying and crashing into the Arena wall in the distance with a dull thud.

Erebus lay on the ground like a dead dog, a hint of fear showing as he watched the approaching Warmaster.

This guy is incredibly strong.

Simply engaging in a contest of cold weapons would not be enough to defeat the opponent.

"Stand up." Warmaster looked down at his opponent.

Erebus stood up and picked up his weapon again.

He then quickly gathered a powerful spiritual energy.

With a soft cry, it released them all.

A violent bolt of lightning tore through the air, making a terrifying sound, and crashed towards the Warmaster.

With a low roar, Warmaster unleashed an invisible force that blocked the lightning.

Then, he started running towards Erebus again.

Clang!

Their weapons clashed again, and Erebus, unable to withstand the force of the impact, was sent flying backward.

With a thud, he crashed heavily to the ground and rolled around repeatedly, dropping his weapon once again.

Erebus tried to get up from the ground, but to no avail after several attempts.

The Warmaster walked over and looked down at him.

Erebus thought he would be beheaded.

However, the next second, the other party also threw away their weapon.

He grabbed the armor and lifted him high into the air.

Erebus instantly knew what the other party wanted to do.

"No! Don't do that!" he cried desperately, hoping the other person wouldn't do such a terrible thing.

The next second, Warmaster slammed the raised Erebus into his own knee.

Click! Click! Click!

With a sickening cracking sound, Erebus's spine was broken, and he was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

A deafening cheer erupted from the audience.

The Warhammer signature element—the broken spine—is a must-see.

Warmaster bowed to the crowd in the stands, facing the deafening cheers.

Erebus lay on the ground in despair; not only his spine had been shattered, but also his face and self-esteem.

I thought the humiliation was over.

However, Erebus underestimated the shamelessness of these Outsider.

After the duel ended, he was dragged back to the treatment room where his spine and wounds were repaired.

This puzzled him.

It's important to know that the Imperium's attitude towards traitors has always been: better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

Now, they even offer treatment!

This is truly a rare occurrence.

Just as Erebus was confused, he was once again thrown into the Arena to meet the second champion who had defeated the other traitors and monsters.

This champion is weaker than the Warmaster, but still easily defeated Erebus.

Then, they broke Erebus's spine again.

Immediately afterwards, Erebus was pulled back into the treatment room.

After my wounds and spine were treated, I was once again pushed toward the door.

This time, considering his declining physical strength, they thoughtfully administered a stimulant injection.

Erebus: "..."

Have you no shame?

Have you no shame?

Are you treating us like livestock?

They even gave him performance-enhancing drugs. Were they trying to completely drain his potential?

Having been challenged hundreds of times and had his spine broken once again, Erebus lay on the ground with a look of despair on his face.

Even prisoners of war should be given some human rights. Who could come up with such a vicious method of torture?

As the medical staff approached, Erebus crawled towards the distance on his hands.

He no longer wanted to receive treatment.

These Outsider are devils!

If he continues to be challenged like this, he will die.

However, the medical staff wouldn't listen to Erebus's thoughts.

They came over, grabbed the traitor's ankle, dragged him to a medical stretcher, and took him into the treatment room.

After treatment, they were sent back to the Arena once again.

Just as Erebus was suffering,

Meanwhile, on Sorcerer's World, two Daemon Primarch arrived.

They are Fulgrim and Lorgar, respectively.

Considering the current military strength of the Imperium of Man, and the return of Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson,

They had to abandon their previous idea of fighting alone.

They chose to unite again, solely to deal with their former brothers.

Magnus was not surprised at all by their arrival; he had long ago foreseen this gathering through the changing threads of fate.

"We can no longer let that idiot Guilliman and that Outsider run rampant," Lorgar said instantly. "We must cooperate."

"I support you." Magnus nodded; he had suffered greatly at the hands of Guilliman and the Outsider.

"Me too." Fulgrim's severed hand still hasn't found a way to heal.

He was tormented by burning pain every day, which made him hate Guilliman to the core.

"I already have a detailed plan." Lorgar looked at his two brothers, full of confidence.

"Guilliman's greatest concern is his mortal parents. If we can find their souls, Guilliman will surely go mad and willingly walk into our trap."

"Are you crazy?! You're arresting Guilliman's parents!!"

Magnus felt a vague unease upon hearing Lorgar Jia's plan.

"Yes, I've sent out demons. I want Guilliman to experience what it feels like to lose the thing he cherished most in his life," Lorgar's voice was utterly wicked.

"I can't wait to see him wail in despair, to see him kneeling on the ground, begging us in a pathetic state."

"As long as the couple's souls are in our hands, Guilliman will come no matter what traps we set."

Upon hearing Lorgar's plan, Fulgrim revealed a malicious smile.

"I really like this plan."

"Guilliman must be in unbearable pain and utterly desperate. Just thinking about it makes me want to groan and scream with excitement."

"We need to set a good trap to ensure that Guilliman and his men never return."