[On Cadia]
One thousand nine hundred and fifty-three.
Angeltai muttered to himself, the demon's blood and flesh dripping from his deformed red claws. He looked numbly and mechanically at the next one, the bloated demon with exposed intestines rushing towards him.
The Son of Blessing has long been familiar with how to deal with this kind of existence.
He possessed the other and rushed forward, his spiked shoulder armor stabbed into the other's swollen belly, and the whole person was sank into a sea of pus and flesh. He heard the screams of the demon outside, and then Angertai pushed upward, opened his arms and claws -
laugh!
He broke out of the demon's corpse, and foul-smelling mucus rained down. Angertai had no emotions at all. He strode and crushed the demon's screaming head, and continued to look for his next target.
One thousand nine hundred and fifty-four.
Angeltai felt the seemingly endless power in his body. The source of that power was the subspace, and he was very clearly aware of this.
Now Angerte has long been in a state of neither human nor ghost. He has merged with the demon Ram and has become an inhuman being. He grows in his own scarlet armor with demon scales extending from above.
But the power that kept him from falling was not only given to him by the demon Ram.
The true source of that power was their Primarch—
Luojia.
Lorgar was standing there, in the middle of billions of corpses, with the dark clouds of Hades's Fallen Land roaring and rolling behind the Primarch.
But the Primarch stood firm,
An ominous cloud of chaos shrouded Lorgar's grey armor, blasphemous cracks covered his entire armor, and an eight-pointed star was roughly smeared with black blood on his breastplate, covering up his former glory.
The Primarch had his eyes closed, his face was compassionate and calm, golden threads emerged from his eyes and lips, sewing them densely.
Yaojin's tears of pity flowed from his tightly closed eyes.
A huge golden halo with thorns lit up from behind his head.
But the weirdest thing about the Primarch is not these—
Now, Lorgar's head was floating quietly above his neck.
The head was only a few fingers away from the smooth cross-section of the neck. Golden liquid dripped slowly from the cross-section of the head and splashed onto the cross-section of the neck, making a hissing corrosion sound. Then the light dimmed and the liquid flowed out from the edge of the neck below.
Like the tears dripping from a burning candle.
The evil light on the Primitive's body dimmed.
But at the same time, a pitch-black spike stretched out from the neck below, extending slowly, trying to pierce the head that was not looking or speaking.
… At this moment, Luo Jia did not look like a person, but more like an object controlled by the quietly floating head.
At the moment of Hades's fall, the Primarch of the Word Bearers stabbed his throat with the Scepter and sacrificed himself to the God-Emperor.
But at that time, a part of Luojia still belonged to chaos, and the faith he converted to was still unclean.
Therefore, Lorgar's atonement is far from over.
He still needs to fight against the chaos that has taken over his body - as the one who broke the situation, as the one who finally destroyed the plan of the Four Gods, the curse on him by the Four Gods will never stop.
At this moment, Olli Rian, are you in pain
At this moment, Olli Rian, do you still have yourself
Angelte, who caught a glimpse of the Primarch out of the corner of his eye, swallowed uneasily. No matter how many times he looked at him, he would never get used to this Primarch who had become inhuman.
Luojia didn't look or speak. Angertai even doubted for a moment whether his father still had his own independent thoughts
He just stood there, fighting against the surging tide of demons.
They were all like Angletai, possessed by demons. They began to become inhuman, growing scales, tails, and wings, but at the same time, they gained power and the capital to stand here.
Perhaps, they themselves were the reward for the Primarch's sacrifice.
At the last moment, Lorgar sacrificed himself, asking the God-Emperor for the survival of the "dead" and the longevity of mankind.
And now they stand here, fighting to protect the lives of the [deceased].
They are guarding the border between the Realm of Understanding and the Realm of Chaos and Ignorance.
In front of the Word Bearers' defenders was a demonic tide that seemed to have no end, and behind them was a scene that could not be depicted even with the limits of the human brain.
With the place where the deceased died as the center, an area was drawn on the wasteland of Cadia. In that area, apart from the deceased and the Four Gods Arrow, no other concepts or concrete entities could stay for long.
There is no space, no time, no right or wrong. Everything is broken up by the fierce struggle. They exist briefly for a moment and then are erased. Then, in the next flash, they may appear again and be created.
And in the vast chaos, if you squint your eyes and look into the distance, in the moment of blurred consciousness, perhaps someone can see the figure kneeling on one knee, with a blurry long pole inserted in the back of the figure.
The dark cracks extended in all directions without any indication of direction, as if a piece of white paper was roughly torn apart.
From time to time, some faint white fluorescent dots fluttered around the figure, and then disappeared suddenly again.
Are those... the souls who are calling him, willing to go to eternal death
They existed there far away, vanishing into a tiny dot.
This is the scene behind Luojia and the Word Bearer.
Anglete stood at the intersection of this situation, fighting against the endless tide of demons.
Sometimes, such as when he was vomited on by the Great Unclean One or sprayed by the Slaanesh Demon, Angertai would vaguely think - are they really guarding the lives of the [deceased]
Such existence behind them - can those endless waves of demons really set foot on it and have an impact on the [Dead]
He doesn't know.
But since the Primarch was fighting, leading them to fight the demon tide, then Angortai had nothing to doubt or hesitate about.
Perhaps... Angertai thought that both of them were just waiting for someone else to break through. They were guarding this piece of land tightly just to gain an advantage.
Or maybe... Angertai glanced again at the figure of the Primarch who was swinging his staff to knock away the demon. The scene was as weird as ever, with Lorgar's head shining with golden light and the Primarch's blasphemous and brutal body.
Or maybe, the Primarch just wanted them to survive, just wanted the Word Bearers to still be alive, so he came.
But no matter why the Primarch came and what he fought for, his most loyal sons would loyally accompany him and fight for him.
Angertai growled and rushed out again.
One thousand nine hundred and fifty-five.
[The deceased]... wake up quickly and put an end to this hellish scene... and atone for their sins.
He was silent.
Great!
(End of this chapter)