Luo Jia held his head.
… Mortarion, the Lord of Hell… Come quickly.
He broadcast his location to Mortarion and called out to Hades as best he could.
Horus was not in the command room. In order to allow Death and Hades to find Horus' location as soon as possible, Lorgar continued to pray.
The gold threads sewn on the Primarch's eyes and mouth had completely broken, and blood as liquid as gold was constantly flowing out of Lorgar's eyes, ears, and mouth.
You are your own...
Lorgar said softly, [You can't be deceived by them, Lupercal.]
Horus opposite him smiled, his mouth curled to a completely abnormal angle, and arcs of electricity rose from the Horus Claw in his hand.
[I have my own measure!]
The Warmaster roared and pounced on Lorgar, who immediately retreated. He swung his scepter, and a golden ball of fire ignited and hit Horus.
Golden flames exploded on the Warmaster's armor, bursting into several fireworks. The metal on the surface of the armor melted and tears flowed down.
[You are being used! ]
Lorgar roared. In the small reception room, the distance between him and Horus was constantly shrinking, which was particularly disadvantageous for this Primarch who was good at long-range spellcasting.
Facing the approaching Horus, Lorgar held the staff in both hands and swung it at Horus like a stick.
The Lightning Claw and the Golden Word Staff collided, splashing dazzling flames. The two opposing parties looked at each other and saw the madness and unreasonableness in each other's eyes.
[I was used...] Horus uttered these high Gothic words softly. He stared at Lorgar, his cloudy eyes sometimes crazy and sometimes clear.
[Who is using me?]
Horus pulled his hand away suddenly, and the huge force from the scepter made Lorgar stagger. The Word Bearers Primarch immediately regained his footing and continued to silently chant Hades in his heart.
It made him weak—but necessary.
[The Emperor?] Horus said, his blood-red eyes fixed on Lorgar, the corners of his eyes twitching.
A madman, Lorgar thought, a disloyal man, a selfish man, one who projects his own selfish desires onto the gods.
Luo Jia shook his head, [He gave you and me life, why do you hate him? ]
Horus laughed a few times and rushed forward again. The Warmaster gave up on the World Breaker and persisted in tearing his flesh with his lightning claws. Lorgar had to fight Horus in close combat.
The Word Bearers Primarch was not a good fighter, and he used his psychic powers again and again to barely dodge Horus' attacks, but as the darkness from the depths of the corridor rose, Lorgar's psychic power mobilization became increasingly sluggish.
Lorgar stared at Horus, hoping that the black area around him could make Horus clear for a moment - even just for a moment, to erase the pain for his eldest son
But it didn't work.
Totally useless.
This shouldn't be the case - it shouldn't be the case at all, Lorgar thought. His own psychic energy had become so cold that it could hardly be reignited, so why was Horus still so mad
Is the power of the false god really so strong? Or is Horus really determined to embrace lies
Either assumption made Luo Jia feel sad.
He repelled Horus's frenzied attacks time and time again. The Warmaster seemed to have given up on his own defense. He didn't even care whether his next attack would put him in a desperate situation or leave him mortally injured.
On the giant ship swallowed by darkness, the gaze of God is slowly being withdrawn, heading towards a more deadly decisive battlefield.
The claw winds of Horus' attacks grew more violent each time, but Lorgar could feel his own strength beginning to drain away... not only the power of the God-Emperor, but also the power of Chaos trapped within him.
Another heavy blow! Lorgar parried Horus's lightning claw, and the tip of the claw just touched the tip of Lorgar's nose. The arc of electricity rose up and burned his face.
Looking at Lorgar wiping his face in a panic in front of him, Horus sneered, his eyes clear and crazy.
[You can't beat me with melee ability alone, charlatan,] the Warmaster said easily, [Didn't you say that I was relying on the power of something else? I think... you may be more worthy of your previous evaluation than I am.]
Lorgar was silent, covering his face from which golden blood was gushing. Horus was right, his power came from his faith, from his gods.
After all, he had already sacrificed his entire self,
The next moment, Lorgar's head began to burn violently, and the head in the flames screamed, and brilliant light burst out from the body of the Speaker! For a moment, those charred armored gods below their necks even flashed white light.
Horus immediately stepped back, the Warmaster looked at Lorgar, whom he despised, in astonishment, and set up the Worldbreaker to defend himself - no, this shouldn't be the case. In an environment with such a low concentration of psychic energy, even Magnus could not use such a powerful psychic power!
With flames burning all over his body, Luojia slowly floated up, making a huge crackling sound. In the fierce flames, Luojia's figure was almost invisible, leaving only a dazzling light.
[What the hell is this—]
Horus stood there, looking at the ball of light warily, but then he realized something.
Horus drew his gun and shot at the ball of light. The burning bullet shot out from the other end of the ball of light and hit the wall.
Horus immediately rushed towards the ball of light. He saw a huge hole in the wall behind the ball of light, which had just been broken by violence.
Looking out, he saw a figure running towards the stern at the end of the corridor.
[—Lorgar Ollian!!!]
Horus roared angrily, [Stop him!!!]
The next moment, the explosives that had been placed on the corridor of the Spirit of Vengeance exploded! Huge rocks and steel bars fell and hit the running Word Bearers Primarch.
Horus chased after him with his Worldbreaker. When he arrived at the battlefield again, the charlatan had staggered to his feet again. Beside Lorgar lay the bodies of dozens of Sons of Horus.
Horus could recognize every one of them.
Lorgar laughed, propping himself up on his staff and looking at Horus with as much contempt as he could muster.
Traitors should be stoned to death. If conditions do not permit, they should be spit on with the most contemptuous attitude to make them realize the baseness of their souls.
[Putting explosives on your mothership?]
Lorgar said softly, "Is this really you, Horus? The miser I thought you were was so generous?"
Lorgar felt the sound of the dark water surging behind the broken wall behind him. In front of him, Horus, who seemed to be burning with black and red flames, was staring at him.
[It doesn't matter anymore,] Horus seemed to be talking to himself, the Worldbreaker in his hand emitted a cold light, [They all have to die - they all have to die, do you understand, Lorgar?]
Luo Jia continued to smile indifferently, but then the smile on his lips froze.
Horus' attitude, Horus' words, the game and manipulation between false gods... The Warmaster's fleet parked on the equator of Cadia.
Luo Jia seemed to understand something.
He tried to contact Mortarion again, but the chaotic turbulence of the Warp and the radio waves eliminated all possibility of his outward communication.
It was rare that Luojia, who had already made up his mind to die and return to the arms of the Divine Emperor, became nervous.
The only pilgrimage route was also blown up.
Lorgar raised his staff and once again faced the enraged Horus.
His eyes were still firm.
[bring it on.]
———————
[You can arrive.]
The Primarch closed his eyes and after receiving the message from Corax, the advance fleet from the Dark Side Second Empire had already set sail.
The soldiers behind him clearly hesitated at his words, but the Primarch did not speak. He closed his eyes, waiting for the final moment.
[They don’t go… I’ll go.]
The Primarch whispered.
Good
(End of this chapter)