[Cardia]
[According to your point of view,]
Perturabo's calm voice sounded, his voice as cold as a piece of fine steel.
[Then there are gods in this world, and they chose you long before that liar.]
He watched the struggle of his former brother, Lorgar, who half-knelt on the ground in embarrassment, with the sharp dagger deeply embedded in his back. Dark cracks like a broken sculpture spread from the wound.
Dark blood flowed out of Lorgar's mouth. He held on to the scepter with great difficulty. The scepter emitted a faint golden light. His eyes were filled with hatred and the desire to kill Perturabo.
A few more drops of dirty blood splashed down, and the black blood dripped onto the yellow earth. Luo Jia began to struggle. He still tried to stand up, but his pupils had begun to dilate.
Perturabo squatted down slowly and glanced at the scepter. It didn't matter at all. With the amplification of the Black Stone Obelisk, it was just a piece of ice next to the volcano.
He stared into Lorgar's violet eyes and said as if talking to himself,
[How funny, you should have been first, bro.]
No... Luo Jia thought, no, no, no, no, he seemed to understand something, why his father sent the Guards to monitor him, why Hades appeared in the Perfect City... The Perfect City was the first... It should have been him.
Lorgar vomited a mouthful of blood. He trembled and tried to hit Perturabo with a stick, but deep in his heart he was screaming in despair. Even if he was intact, Lorgar was sure that he could not beat Perturabo. Among many brothers, Lorgar was the only one who did not call himself a general. He had never been proud of his own martial arts.
Perturabo raised his eyes and took a look at the dagger. It was the last Terran church that the Emperor himself denied, and it became the sharp blade that stabbed the descendants of his believers many years later. How determined he was to shatter the religion at that time, and how great the pain Lorgar would endure now.
He could see the huge beads of sweat on Lorgar's head and the blood bursting under his skin.
Perturabo shook his head slightly.
[You didn't have to endure this suffering, Lorgar.]
He said,
[I don't want to see this either. You still have a chance, Luo Jia. You can take the initiative to convert to them, so that you don't have to become an empty shell. ]
Lorgar stared at Perturabo with trembling eyes.
[…different…duan]
His voice was broken in the blood, and Lorgar saw a cruel smile on the corner of Perturabo's expressionless face.
[Look, Lorga.]
Perturabo said with interest,
[You said you believed in him because he was powerful enough, pointed out the direction for you, and protected you—then now there is an existence that better meets your belief conditions, why don’t you obey reality? ]
Lorjia felt his consciousness fading, and he struggled to fight the corruption. The scepter in his hand gave him a little strength. Lorjia tried to call upon the God-Emperor in his heart - grant him the power to kill the traitor!
No response.
Luo Jia coughed up blood again.
He didn't respond to you, did he
Perturabo's calm voice sounded,
[So I say, he is a liar, a fraud.]
Perturabo's words lingered in Lorgar's ears. The solid ground turned into a swamp, and Lorgar began to sink. He gradually suffocated in the blasphemous sticky liquid...
No... God-Emperor... Why do you abandon your followers
Luo Jia's heart trembled for a moment, which made him sink faster. No, it couldn't be like this. Luo Jia steadied himself instantly, but then, a strange white light flashed in front of his eyes. Countless scenes that had not happened, were happening, and had happened in the past flashed before his eyes, as if in line with Perturabo's words of persuasion.
[I will change all the Blackstone Obelisks near the Eye of Terror to amplification. ]
Perturabo said that Lorgar began to struggle in the waves of the Warp.
[Then this bloated giant will be torn apart.]
The Lord of Steel said slowly,
[Some lucky legions will be exposed to the turbulence of the warp, and they will face the destruction of a huge lie - there are creatures in the warp, and it seems that they like humans very much. ]
[After that... I can't predict what will happen, my brother.]
Perturabo smiled, and looked at his reflection in Lorgar's violet eyes.
[But you will know, right? After all, you are supposed to be the one who started it all. Look at the natives on Cadia. These powerful runes can only be interpreted by you. Purple eyes, the same language.]
Fall.
Countless voices swept through Lorga's soul,
He is nothing but a lie.
In a flash, Lorgar saw the great golden throne, the instruments humming coldly.
The empire will collapse.
On the battlefield, he saw the last Black Stone Obelisk fall. The whole world began to turn upside down. The giant called the Empire was instantly torn apart. Smoke billowed. At the last lost place, he saw that familiar corpse—
Pluto.
Luo Jia suddenly paused, and the waves of the subspace around him dimmed for a moment, which gave Luo Jia the last, precious time to think.
No, He could not die.
Luo Jia thought.
There was still some power of faith in his scepter, but this would not allow him to escape. Perturabo must have made adequate plans, and escape meant defeating Perturabo.
The Imperium must be informed of this. The Iron Warriors have rebelled. If they are not stopped, the Imperium will be torn apart by an unprecedented Warp Storm.
Lorgar's soul groaned before breaking.
Then... then there is only one choice.
[you…]
Luo Jia gasped,
[…You don’t understand believers.]
No... He could only do this. Luo Jia's soul quickly dimmed, and he curled up in a corner of his body...
In the end, he kept remembering those two figures and tried to save his soul, which was the last extravagant wish of a believer from God.
Lorgar, who had used up his last bit of strength, showed a mocking smile. Perturabo in front of him hastily raised his weapon, and the scepter in Lorgar's hand lit up with a fierce light -
Bang!
Lorgar fell to the filthy ground, blood flowing from beneath him.
Nothing happened here.
After a brief silence, Perturabo burst into laughter. The Primarch's laughter pierced through the rolling arcs of the obelisk. The people with purple eyes turned their heads and stared silently at the center of the altar.
The monster that Ingsel had transformed into walked slowly towards her. She bowed gracefully and motioned for Perturabo to help him put his brother's body into a position that would be easier for him to possess.
So the last thing he did was to taunt Perturabo? Perturabo couldn't help laughing, and he despised his brothers even more in his heart.
———
[Terra]
It was an ordinary day, with people noisily crowded in the crowded city and the hawking of merchants going on in an endless stream.
"clang-"
When the bell rang, the first people to react raised their heads and looked around in confusion. As far as they could see, all the bells were swinging.
"What's going on?!"
No one was ringing the bells, and no one had been up that old bell tower for a hundred years!
"clang-"
The second bell rang slowly.
People frowned and tried to find the bell ringer, but there was no one. No one took the initiative to touch the big bells.
The crowd began to get noisy.
"clang-"
The third sound! The crowd was in complete chaos. In Terra, any strange thing would indicate that something big was about to happen!
"clang-"
The cold wind from the Himalayas tugged at the hem of the Imperial Regent's robe. Malcador frowned as he stood on the open-air balcony, the distant sounds of the bells carried by the wind.
Malcador moved slightly, and when the fifth bell rang, the old man looked up and began to search in the sea of stars.
Footsteps came from behind him.
The old man leaned forward slightly, mumbling through his wrinkled mouth,
"My Lord, there is a situation."
The emperor looked up, his eyes burning with golden flames, as if piercing through the endless sea of stars.
The emperor was whispering something, as if he was confirming something.
Finally, a word stopped in his mouth.
"… Lorgar."
The Emperor frowned in disbelief. He paused for a moment, and the next moment, the Lord of Mankind immediately gave his order.
"Summon Hades to the Eye of Terror immediately!"
The Emperor cried out,
"Tell him not to go to the Sixteenth Legion yet! Now, tell all the legions near the Eye of Terror to go there immediately! All of them must obey Hades's management."
This time their primary target is the Eye of Terror! Not the Primarch!
As long as the Eye of Terror opens, half of the empire will fall into the turbulence of the warp! Countless legions will be trapped in the physical world intertwined with the warp. Now... The state religion has not yet spread widely. If the people trapped in the turbulence of the warp see the truth of the warp...
The Emperor took a deep breath... Moreover, such a large-scale psychic power, if used properly...
"Call Ruth over here!"
He said,
The bells stopped ringing as the hurried footsteps of Leman Russ appeared at the end of the corridor.
The bells of Terra tolled thirteen times in all, and the Emperor never mourned for a moment.
Angertai stared at the Primarch who was returning with Perturabo in the distance. Something seemed to be wrong.
I don’t have time today because I have an exam.
(End of this chapter)