(Warning: Slight g-direction, jump away if you feel uncomfortable)
The lurking ships gradually approached, and the dazzling white like thunder flashed in the void. The Khan was silent, waiting for the changes on the Spirit of Vengeance in the distance.
[This reminds me of the ritual at Chogolis,]
The Khan whispered, "The vultures circling in the Eternal Heaven are about to fall."
[You need to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and get through the storm. ]
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A deadly fog settled over the withered wasteland at the edge of the garden.
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+I don't understand,+Lorga said.+I thought I had explained the facts to you clearly.+
Horus, who had been standing in front of the observation window, turned around. The bright starlight outside the window shone on him, dividing him into two sides, black and white.
[My brother, Lorgar,] Horus said with a smile, [I think my words are clear enough, the origin of everything, the starting point of the fork of the fate of all things - I am just correcting these.]
Lorgar's floating head turned, +It's helping us. +
[It is a mistake in itself.] Horus said sternly, [Without it, none of this would have happened... Look at yourself, Lorgar, don't you feel pain?]
He was referring to the Lorgar themselves tearing each other apart.
A tear fell from Lorgar's eyes, +I am willing to take it. +
Horus moved, and he walked toward Lorgar, just as he had done before, his eyes full of concern.
"The galaxy is not torn apart," the Warmaster said. "Our fathers were seduced by the promises of gain, but now they cannot accept the reality - they are still betting everything on a sinking table. They have lost too much before, and now they cannot turn back."
+To get more, you have to sacrifice more. +
Horus stared at Lorgar. The Warmaster's eyes were filled with violent bloodshot and he looked not in good condition, but compared to the others... he was the most complete one, he was the one who still maintained himself.
Did he really get what he wanted
Horus whispered, [He said he would wipe out all religions, he said he would unify the entire galaxy - but now, the Lord of Mankind has crushed his former ambitions piece by piece, leaving behind only us... those who are still struggling to fight for his old dream! ]
Horus glanced disdainfully at the scripture on Lorgar's face, turned around, and stood back on the viewing window.
At this time, Luo Jia knew that whatever he said was already
[There is no use talking,] he said calmly and wearily, [Let it all burn.]
boom!!!
The first thunder from the highest heaven split the darkness, illuminating the surroundings and making Horus by the window appear pale, as if he had lost all color.
The ceremony began.
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Fulgrim was screaming.
He couldn't tell whether he was screaming or had lost his voice long ago.
Fulgrim's mouth opened wide, his throat burning.
A vast expanse of white light surrounded him, and he felt himself burning and decomposing. He fell to the ground in agony, his flesh and blood tearing apart. Blood and flesh splattered, melting in the dazzling light.
Time became chaotic. Sometimes, the overwhelming light seemed like an upside-down rainstorm, falling towards the sky. Every drop of light took away a bit of Fugen's flesh, skin, fat, and muscles, eventually revealing his white bones.
Sometimes, they all rushed towards Fulgrim together, squeezed into his body roughly, and his ears were buzzing. The desires and tears of hundreds of millions of people turned into a sharp and piercing soul-stirring song, screaming and cursing him.
Filled with white light, the Phoenix swelled up, countless hyperplastic flesh and blood tissues broke out of the skin, tumors and internal organs poured out, in an instant, it became huge and bloated, filling the entire hall, the internal organs hanging outside continued to grow heavily, and under the pressure of gravity, the thin skin burst, and the bright green, dim yellow and dazzling blue juice inside splashed out. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful arc of light reflected by a bird's wings.
The sticky juice stained the gold, silver and jewels on the altar, and squirmed to carry these gems to a high place, adorned with wings.
At this moment, He is beautiful and blasphemous.
The huge flesh and blood monster roared, and Fulgrim groaned in pain. He felt that he was almost dead, but the power from the altar tightly surrounded his soul, and four chains of different colors tightly wrapped around him.
Then Fulgrim began to cry, and his sobs gradually turned into roars.
Let it all end—let it all end!
The Phoenix roared crazily, and stood up. Its six huge, turbid eyes twitched and turned as it looked towards the Six Rings of Slaanesh in the distance. It saw the greedy black domain, like a sticky liquid, covering the exquisite and magnificent palace of Slaanesh, and slowly swallowing it up with joy.
He sees the loser on the bronze throne, the fool in the labyrinth, the coward in the garden, the tyrant on the throne...
He sees lies and the truth, the past and the future.
Tears flowed from His cloudy eyes, and the tears fell to the ground like bright colored gems.
This world is a huge joke and tragedy.
And He will continue this tragedy.
The Phoenix looked towards the slowly descending underworld. Spikes grew from its throat, which was filled with blood and flesh. They pierced through the swollen flesh and cleared space for it to scream.
Under the overwhelming pain and desire, He began to scream.
The first cry of the Phoenix tore through the fog. With Him as the center, the waves of the highest sky surged up and slammed towards the periphery, creating huge waves that shocked the world.
He calls, calls for eternal silence, calls for death, calls for existence beyond the rules.
He cried loudly, his voice was hoarse and bloody, and the tone became higher and higher, with gorgeous sounds climbing on top of it, and decadent sounds lingering in it. The reflection of the Palace of Sin was reflected in his turbid eyes, and he imitated the screams in hell.
With the Phoenix as the center, the other four altars also heard painful roars. Under their control, the light of the highest heaven fell on the Phoenix like a veil.
But it's not enough - it's not enough -
The Phoenix cried in pain. The lust in His mouth was not sweet enough, nor tempting enough!
You need to be on par with Slaanesh!
The giant bird of flesh and blood struggled, and amidst the sudden rising sound waves, the flesh and blood peeled off layer by layer, revealing the white bones wrapped with jeweled silver chains.
In a trance, He cried out the true name of that existence—
—Something turned its head.
Huge, slow, and dull, it gradually stopped its feast and surged toward the source of the "looking" sound.
It saw the Phoenix.
What a beautiful being it is, His colorful feathers sparkle with thousands of kinds of brilliance under the waves of the highest heaven, His exposed white bones are as smooth as works of art, He is wrapped in precious treasures and shrouded in layers of veil, He is the only god of beauty in the crazy and turbid highest heaven.
The greedy underworld waters began to recede, revealing the gnawed and riddled foundations of Slaanesh's palace.
When the tide receded, the sky of the highest heaven dimmed for a moment, as if it breathed a sigh of relief.
"cough!"
Malcador tightly grasped his scepter, supporting himself on the altar. The bones of his hand holding the scepter were already exposed. Malcador's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was slowly flowing along the golden inscriptions under his feet.
The old man stared at the giant beast in the fog, his hands trembling, as if he was waiting for something.
Until the first drop of liquid dripped coldly on his shoulder.
He didn't look up, was he afraid? The ceiling of the entire hall had already become another existence, some... The dusk before the arrival of existence, the darkness pressed down, pressing on the hearts of each of them.
Sticky, penetrating drops fell, piercing straight through his flesh and blood, sucking his soul with joy and bringing icy pain.
Malcador said nothing, standing on the altar, nailed to the spot.
But at the same time, the scepter in his hand began to rise slightly—
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[Your plan is too crude,] Horus said calmly. His horse, Vengeful Spirit, was neighing violently, but Horus showed no regrets. He shook the wine glass in his hand.
[I feel sorry for my younger brother—he could have made better choices.]
+He knows right from wrong... I will pay him my deepest respect. +Lorga said, +And the scheme you speak of... +
+This is something we all know, this is cooperation. +
Luo Jia said, staring at the wine in his glass, thinking, +Whoever is more willing to sacrifice and throw more will be one step closer to success. +
[A Malcador?] Horus said sarcastically. [Not enough.]
+The existence behind you is not of one mind either, + Lorgar pondered, he slowly stood up from the single sofa, feeling the disaster that fell from the warp, the primarch held his scepter, +What's more, you have always underestimated Malcador, right? +
Lorgar said softly, +You cannot understand his determination. +
Horus glanced at him. “I thought we could come to an understanding, Lorgar.”
+Never.+
Horus shifted his gaze, and a warning of an attack came through the data line.
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Malcador raised his scepter suddenly, and the golden chain extending from the altar under his feet suddenly broke.
Almost at the same time, the phoenix on the altar let out a painful scream, and countless sharp claws stretched out from this huge creature, subconsciously tearing the remaining chains.
Roaring sounds were heard from the other altars, but they quickly faded away in the fog.
A huge shadow appeared in the fog.
Without any hesitation, Malcador immediately rushed to the center of the altar, spitting blood as he ran. The scepter in his hand whistled and the blazing golden flames danced wildly.
In the center of the altar, the chains broke, the flesh and blood began to collapse, and the power that was attached to it, after losing the forced gathering of the outside world, fell downwards like an avalanche.
"Fugen!!!"
Malcador cried out urgently. As he ran, his face began to change. His wrinkles faded, his body straightened, and his voice became clearer.
He began to chant, the true name of the Third Son of the Emperor, as he stumbled past huge hunks of flesh and bone, parkouring through the volcanic rain of blood.
Those angry roars were far behind him - the attacks that were attempted were also blocked by Mortarion, but they were far from serious.
Among the hollow ribs of a dragon, he saw the white-haired figure being dragged into the dark swamp.
Without a word, Malcador remained expressionless as he raised his scepter, the spike at the bottom of which was scorching hot, and stabbed it towards Fulgrim who was lying on the ground.
The spikes pierced into the body full of holes, and flames burned, competing with the underworld water for flesh and blood.
The word "thank you" seemed to float past his ears, or perhaps the word "why", but Malcador did not care. He immediately put away his scepter and rushed towards the direction where the fog was the thickest.
Mortarion was waiting there.
Mortarion's hand reached out from the mist, grasped Malcador's hand tightly, and used the warp to teleport him away. Malcador heard the false words of the High Heaven, but to him, these were no longer important.
He fell heavily onto the deck of the White Scars' ship, face first, and Malcador spat out blood mixed with broken teeth. "You have no respect for the elderly or the young," he said, taking the hand of Yesugei from the White Scars to support him and standing up from the White Scars' altar.
The different physical sensations told Malcador that the White Scars fleet was now accelerating at full speed.
Yesugei stared at Makhado, who was completely different, younger and more arrogant. The old man now looked like a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old.
Malcador ignored the White Scar warrior. He opened the hand that Mortarion had just held, and a ball of roughly crumpled parchment appeared. Malcador sighed again, paused for a moment, and then opened the ball of paper eagerly.
Elegant and scholarly handwriting appeared before him.
The ink of Terra's longitude 2.2 and latitude 48.52... Malcador thought that it was indeed his favorite ink.
He read quickly, and every time he read a word, the word would burn. When he finally finished, the whole parchment and his left eye burned violently with blue flames.
Malcador covered his burning eye, doubled over, and laughed madly.
The young man's laughter was heard far away, but those busy at sea hurried away as if they could not see Malcador.
Yesugei also received the order from the Khan and retreated hesitantly. The White Scars now needed to focus on the naval battle with the Warmaster to send Malcador to Cadia.
The teleportation array can only connect to the White Scars fleet, and Cartier is completely occupied by the god's psychic power.
Malcador laughed, a painful laugh, almost convulsing with laughter.
The hem of his robe was gently pulled at his feet.
Malcador managed to straighten himself up and saw the little ones at his feet, the little Death Guard, who were leading the Nurglings behind them, looking up at him.
Malcador shook his head in pain, then nodded.
"Does he think everyone is like him?"
But his hand reached out, and Malcador seized the Nurgling, blisters quickly forming on his hand, and Malcador stared at the struggling Nurgling staring at him -
Opened his mouth.
The fishy liquid splashed on the ground. The little Death Guards at Malcador's feet watched it all in silence. When Malcador finally began to retch, one of the little Death Guards opened his hand and waved it upwards.
“… You can always try another approach.”
Malcador said weakly, he went to get the little Death Guard, before he finished his words, the little thing in his hand turned into rolling white mist, floated out from the gaps in the armor, and enveloped Malcador.
The remaining armor quickly turned to ashes and scattered between Malcador's fingers.
Malcador tried to take a deep breath. He finally knew the smell of Mortarion's gas mask. He couldn't stop retching again, coughing and laughing from time to time.
The extremely soft soliloquy sounded,
"... Damn you..." Malcador vomited, trembling with his scepter, "... Hades... I'm going to pay a heavy price this time."
Great!
(End of this chapter)