Since the ship that Hades had been thinking about was still in the Just galaxy, the broken sword was temporarily placed in the stasis field of the black ship and guarded by the soulless ones.
Hades decided to find an opportunity to ask the King of Figures whether he would accept the sword. If the King of Figures did not accept it, he would throw it directly into the star.
The Emperor seemed dissatisfied with Hades' arrangement. Although the broken sword had a rather shameful past, if Hades were to translate what the Emperor said to him, it would be -
Because of the special features of this broken sword, it can quickly reattach new warp meaning, and even on the physical level, this broken sword is extremely sharp.
This further strengthened Hades' determination to throw the sword away. This sword is so good, why don't you want it, Emperor
After the big fish was caught on the first night, the city of Perfection, which was in a state of excitement, never saw a target as big as that night again.
Based on the identity of the corpse that night, Hades successfully found a small cult. The organization had a small number of members, most of whom were Colchis and were older.
Through screening, Hades was able to determine that this was the religious remnant left over from Colchis, the home planet of Lorgar.
As for why the religious relics of Colchis appeared in Perfect City... Through the various data investigation rights obtained by controlling the planetary governor, Hades easily discovered that these people were mostly the entourage of the lower-level Word Bearers Legion, and later the personnel were stationed in Perfect City.
Several Word Bearers would communicate with people in the organization from time to time. After deciphering the language created by this cult, Hades undoubtedly saw the name of the Word Bearers' chief priest -
Erebus.
And as Hades dug deeper, more and more clues pointed to this name.
… Hades is ready to execute.
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[Law of Faith]
In recent days, Luo Jia has been feeling uneasy, and a kind of panic and gloomy premonition has gripped him, making it difficult for him to concentrate on praying.
But it shouldn't be like this, Lorgar thought. Their Legion was about to bring the light of the God-Emperor to a civilization without a single soldier having to fight. Just as he had done hundreds of times before, Lorgar had convinced them that they were willing to convert.
He should have felt calmly happy about this. He was not a general, nor a man who liked blood and fire. If among his many brothers, there was someone who could frankly say that he did not like force and was not good at war - then that person could only be Luo Jia.
Other brothers are either addicted to violence or too embarrassed to point it out.
Only Luo Jia could accept this calmly in his heart and feel happy about his own cognition.
But now... a certain long-maintained peace has been broken, and an ominous premonition has descended, bringing with it a vague feeling of powerlessness.
Lorgar felt uneasy, and the Primarch carefully hid this emotion, but there were still people around him who knew him well enough to notice his uneasiness.
On the seventh day that Lorgar had secluded himself in his meditation chamber, his foster father Kor Phaeron and the chief priest Erebus knocked on the heavy marble door.
The strong smell of blood wafted into their nostrils, with a strong salty taste.
Luojia was kneeling there silently, holding the Book of Holy Words in one hand and a long whip covered with thorns in the other. The rough whip hung down and sticky blood dripped from it.
He was wearing a dark reddish-brown linen robe, the rough cloth clung to the Primarch's skin, blood soaking through it, then drying up and being torn apart again.
The Primarch did not turn around to look at the two uninvited guests. He held his head high and questioned the portrait of the Emperor hanging high in the center of the room.
Kor Phaeron and Erebus certainly knew what to do in this situation, and they silently and patiently found a place on the floor without blood stains to sit down.
The Primarch's high-pitched voice finally stopped. Lorgar panted, and after a long silence, his breathing became steady again. He stood up stiffly and hung the whip back on.
Then he turned around and looked back at the two visitors calmly, his golden eyes like a calm lake.
The Primarch sat on the ground, holding the Holy Word in his hand.
"It's already the seventh day, my Lord, are you okay?"
Kor Phaeron spoke first, and Lorgar could sense that the old man's words contained a hint of a father's concern for his son.
[I tried to be calm, but... something was happening, and my soul was so restless.]
Luo Jia's mouth pulled out a smile.
[Not only me, Erebus, my chief priest, without you, we wouldn't be so successful. ]
[but,]
Luo Jia held the Holy Words in his hand. The heavy cover gave him an inexplicable sense of security.
[This victory did not bring me peace. I tried to pray, but my faith did not answer me. On the contrary... He became... strange.]
Kor Phaeron looked at the Primarch with concern, his voice trembling.
"Him...what happened to Him?"
Luo Jia shook his head slightly.
[Something must have happened to me. I can clearly sense that I am abnormal, just like when I was in Colchis, in those dry and deep nights, the ignorant boy woke up from his dream in fear, and then found that blood with a faint golden glow was flowing from his eyes and ears.]
Lorgar looked at Kor Phaeron. As Lorgar's adoptive father, Kor Phaeron could clearly see the pain behind the calm.
[At that time, I regarded this as a prophecy from God, and I was a chosen believer. I clearly remember the feeling back then, and now - they are back, enveloping me again.]
After Luo Jia finished speaking, he covered his eyes with his hands tiredly and wiped his face deeply.
And in the moment when the Primarch's gaze was averted, Kor Phaeron and Erebus stared at each other - they were obviously confused by what the Primarch had noticed, that according to the instructions of the gods, the stars were moving... not at this moment.
Did they change their plans? But out of caution, the two did not place the mediums of communication with the gods in the Word Bearers Legion - they were all properly placed in the corners of the planets directly under the Word Bearers' jurisdiction.
Finally, Kor Phaeron spoke carefully.
"My Lord, what do you think... this means?"
Luo Jia shook his head.
[I am still trying to understand Him, but self-blame and self-flagellation have gradually lost their original effectiveness. Meditation and self-inspiration have become... fuzzy and hazy. He seems to be... ]
Luo Jia's voice gradually became lower, and finally he stopped and said nothing.
A long silence fell over the bloody room, where the fire crackled in the brazier and the brass instruments of torture gleamed. Kor Phaeron and Erebus should have said something, for they had guided the Primarch's heart in this way for so long.
But the words of the Primarch made them suspicious. They did not receive any advance enlightenment... Why did the gods act in advance? Or... did the gods not take any action in this matter
Finally, Erebus pursed his cracked lips and spoke,
"My Lord, you are always worried about whether what you do is right, but there is no need to doubt it. We spread the truth according to the divine instructions, and the wise gods will reward the believers. This may just be your temporary bad condition."
Luo Jia opened his mouth.
[True believers do not need rewards. Truth itself is the greatest gift He bestows upon us, Erebus.]
Erebus smiled.
"Yes, my Lord, this is what I mean. We—"
A rapid knock on the door interrupted his words, and the chief pastor frowned in displeasure.
[Please come in.]
A priest was standing at the door, sweating profusely, his eyes full of fear. He stammered,
"My Lord, you need to read a message from the Star Voice. The Perfect City has sent us a distress message."
"They say - they say that the God-Emperor ordered the burning of the Perfect City and that the Word Bearers must return to the Perfect City immediately to be punished."
Luo Jia stood up suddenly, and the Holy Word Record on his knees fell to the ground with a dull "bang".
A little late, eh
By the way, I want to mention why the pattern on the broken sword looks so much like the language of Barbarus. It is because on the planet of Davin, Horus was about to be stabbed at that end, and the original book abruptly used "like Barbarus" to describe the mist of Davin - but in that plot, the Death Guard and Barbarus can only be said to have nothing to do with each other - so here I feel that there is a connection between Nurgle and Barbarus.
And the language of the four gods is very similar to Colchic - it was also chosen in advance.
(End of this chapter)