Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The war on Beria IV has not stopped yet, and this farce between brothers is still going on.

Outside the maelstrom, on the Macragge's Glory belonging to the regent, in the general headquarters, the imperial regent Guilliman was watching the information fed back from the battlefield.

He was silent for a long time, and then left without saying a word.

Guilliman dismissed the guards around him and came to a secret room alone.

This is not a secret place, but an extremely spacious restaurant with a total of twenty-one seats, enough to accommodate twenty-one giants to dine here together.

On the surface, Guilliman was the most rational of the Primarchs. But in fact, he is the most emotional one among the brothers.

When all the Primarchs put aside their former brotherhood for their own ideals and ambitions, he secretly built this restaurant, hoping that one day he could gather here with his brothers again.

He stared at the seats at the dining table in silence, passing by the luxurious throne-like chair.

Number one, number two, number three. Number eight, number nine. Number thirteen.

Guilliman counted silently in his mind, and every time he passed a chair, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Until the 16th day, his steps stopped, recalling the past, his eyes overflowed with sentimentality,

"Horus, if you cannot accept the future after the victory of the Great Crusade, where the Astartes are no longer needed. If you still have anger towards the Emperor in your heart, you can vent it out vigorously, but you are too cowardly. Once you face an invincible enemy, you always expect to ask for help from others. This is your biggest mistake."

"Whether the Warmaster's rebellion is victorious or not, it will bring about major changes in the empire's legacy, and it will become a heroic epic that can be sung and wept. However, it turned out to be a sad farce fooled by the gods."

"The much-anticipated Warmaster has become a puppet controlled by silk threads on the stage."

“How sad”

In the secret chamber, Guilliman's sigh echoed through the room and lingered for a long time.

The ground battlefield of Belia IV, outside the core of the temple city.

Curze's claws pierced Horus's abdomen. Such an injury was not fatal to a primarch, and it would not even affect the primarch's movements.

But as the sharp claws stirred inside the abdominal cavity, every stir of the blade would cause Horus to feel unbearable pain.

Midnight Ghost Curze did this deliberately. He was not in a hurry to end the life of Horus, but to torture the sinner slowly, killing his inner being before killing their physical body.

"Tell me, Horus, why did you come to this world?" Coze's low and sinister voice sounded in his ears, "You should tell the truth, so that you can suffer less torture, brother."

Horus remained silent.

He held Curze's claws tightly with both hands to prevent them from causing greater trauma to him. At the same time, an invisible storm gathered around him.

Some people have witnessed the true form of Horus in the subspace. Eyewitnesses said that it was a huge whirlpool, and some said that it was a sandstorm that was enough to sweep across the Sea of ​​Souls.

Whatever the nature of Horus' warp was, it was devoured by the gods long before the Heresy.

They almost hollowed out Horus and filled it with their own power.

But in order to fight against Dukur, the gods had to bear the pain and release the true face of Horus again.

After all, it would be difficult for a clone Primarch who had lost the essence of subspace to achieve an overwhelming victory against the Astartes, let alone against Dukel.

At this moment the storm of power gathered in the hands of Horus,

"Brother, sooner or later you will understand my good intentions." Horus calmed down from his previous anger and said to Curze in a deep voice.

Then, an unimaginable torrent of chaos erupted, and a huge subspace storm took shape in an instant. In front of this arrogant force, even Curze's demigod body was unable to resist, and was blown away in just an instant. .

The night scene was torn apart in an instant. Even the mortal soldiers several kilometers away had to lie tightly on the ground at this moment to avoid being thrown away by this force.

The power of the storm expanded outward, stirring everything around it. The empire's defenses were uprooted, and even the clouds in the sky were rolled into huge whirlpools.

When the storm dissipated, the imperial soldiers climbed up from the ground in shock. They were shocked to realize that all the demigods present were missing.

It was as if the giants they had seen before were just an illusion.

Horus temporarily got rid of Curze. He covered the wound in his abdomen and quickly moved towards his destination.

He has no intention of seeking revenge from Coze. Although he is confident enough to defeat the opponent, it will take time.

But what he lacks most now is time.

Although Horus had restrained his power as much as possible just now, he knew that this would still attract Dukel's attention.

Dukel is coming soon, and he must finish what he needs to do before then, otherwise everything will be in vain.

On the other side, the Great Word Bearer Luojia was still wandering in the dark night. He ran away in panic, throwing a psychic spell behind him from time to time.

But even so, the crows behind him are still following him.

The crowd of crows kept approaching, and Luo Jia retreated in panic.

But at this moment, a blue foot suddenly poked out from the darkness behind him.

Luo Jia, who was retreating, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Just when he was confused, he saw a giant wearing a blue armor slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Guilliman?" Lorgar screamed, followed by hatred.

"It's me." Guilliman responded, then grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and poured it in front of him. "This is for you, brother."

"What do you mean?!" Luo Jia roared and asked.

"This is a perfect city. Why, have you forgotten? Brother, it is really a beautiful city. It carries everything you dream of. It is the city I destroyed with my own hands." Guilliman sneered and opened his hand, letting the dust fall. flowed from his fingers,

"Look brother, your perfect city has been blown away."

Luojia's face was livid and he gritted his teeth, but Guilliman seemed not to understand his emotions at all.

"The perfect city turned into dust, and is as worthless as you." Guilliman continued,

"Admit it, Luojia, you are a wretch. You are not loved by anyone, your adoptive father despises you, and the emperor despises you as well. You are not valued by anyone. Compared with other brothers, you are so inferior. It’s worth mentioning. You are even more pitiable than Perturabo. At least he chose to change, but you will only accept it.”

Lorgar looked directly at Guilliman, his words digging into his heart like nails. To him at this moment, the face of the Lord of the Ultramarines was so abominable.

But Guilliman was still talking to himself, "When you call the Emperor a god, when you claim to be a follower of the Emperor, I have already begun to despise you. All you pursue in life is to make yourself better." Becoming a puppet living for others, pursuing those illusory beliefs, while neglecting the construction of one's own soul."

"Think of the Perfect City, the believers you rule and who chant the name of the Emperor. They chant your name, travel in the name of the Emperor, build statues to him, but never think of their own gods, They will die in despair, and their god himself will destroy them."

"And this is all your fault, Luojia, because you dare not tell them yourself - God hates you."

Guilliman's words were extremely sharp, like the sharpest sword in the galaxy, piercing Luojia's heart through the thick armor.

"I don't care about that anymore, Guilliman. You are so ignorant that you cannot understand the great things I have done." Lorja took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"To try to sway me with events from thousands of years ago, Guilliman, you are foolish."

"No, I have no intention of swaying you. I just want to tell you with my own words their final outcome. - After you kneel down to me." A smile appeared on the corner of Guilliman's mouth, but this smile made Luojia feel a little better. Uneasiness and fear.

"When I ordered the imperial fleet to clean up, I gave those ignorant believers a chance to evacuate. However, they refused to leave."

"Because you built a faith for them, you promised faith, and let them immerse themselves in fulfilling delusions to escape the suffering of reality. But when this faith collapsed, when they knew that God despised them, everything you said was When it is a lie - they are willing to be destroyed."

"Luojia, do you still remember that there was an old craftsman who was building a statue for you with extreme patience, just to satisfy you. Do you want to know his ending?"

"Stop talking!" The speaker finally lost his composure. He hit the opponent with the scepter in his hand, and dusty memories flooded into his heart.

The destruction of the Perfect City not only brought Luojia's half-life pursuit of his dream to naught, but also buried his few mortal friends.

Those lovely and innocent mortals were destroyed by the Eternal Emperor simply because they regarded him as a god.

The death of these close friends made Luo Jia no longer remember the empire.

The Great Word Bearer attacked Guilliman like a madman, but the opponent was as nimble as a shadow, dodging every one of his attacks.

"The craftsman died. Even to his death, he could not believe that God would despise them. He could not believe that the Son of God, who said he would lead them to worship, would shamelessly deceive them. He lay down in front of your statue in despair, using his flesh and blood to His body prevents the destruction of the imperial soldiers until every piece of his flesh and blood is smeared on your statue."

"You must die, Guilliman, you must die!" Lorgar roared, making a hysterical sound.

The scars buried deep in his heart, the sorrow he didn't want to tell others, turned into a terrifying nightmare, gnawing at the past in his heart day and night.

At this moment, Guilliman opened it mercilessly and in the most mocking manner.

"The perfect city was destroyed by my own hands. I personally issued the order of extermination. When the artillery bombarded the city-state built with your hard work and drowned the statues you cast. I heard the believers who were coaxed by you wailing until their bodies Before turning into ashes, they were still chanting Luo Jia’s name.”

Guilliman lowered his voice, whispering like a demon, but ensuring that Lorgar would hear everything.

"Guilliman, I will tear you to pieces, I swear!" Lorgar completely lost his mind.

The destruction of the Perfect City had always been the nightmare he least wanted to recall, but at this moment Guilliman was telling him the details.

And these are what he least wants to hear, and what he usually doesn't dare to think about.

A shadow as deep as ink enveloped Luo Jia.

Among the shadows, the Word Bearer heard the fluttering of crows' wings.

But this time, he didn't escape.

He swore that Guilliman would be killed today, no matter what the cost.

Lorgar continued to advance towards Guilliman, but just as he made up his mind, he felt a giant hand grasp his wrist and drag him out of the shadows.

The Great Word Bearer looked over with red eyes, but happened to see the gloomy face of Horus.

In the eyes of the other party, Luo Jia's burning anger gradually extinguished, and her thoughts calmed down.

"Thank you, brother, I almost made a big mistake." Luo Jia took a deep breath, thinking about what just happened, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

He was blinded by anger. If he was killed by the Crow King there, everything he hoped for would no longer be possible.

Luojia thanked Horus sincerely.

But Horus did not accept it. He coldly pressed Luo Jia, "Brother, although I have agreed to your plan, you still have reservations about me. Now that you are here, you must tell me everything." ”

Horus's expression was a bit abnormal, but Luojia didn't pay attention because he did retain part of it in the previous exchange.

At the moment he thought it was Horus expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Of course." Luo Jia replied immediately. Speaking of this, his expression immediately became fanatical, and even his eyes burst out with light.

"This starts with our origins." Luojia looked a little fascinated. "As early as the beginning of the Great Diaspora, the Emperor pretended to be humble and traveled around the galaxy. Looking for a portal to the realm of the immortal gods, he promised By offering the treasures that only the soon-to-be-gods could provide, the gods granted him a portion of their power, and he used it to delve into science and finally unravel the mysteries of creation.”

"However, the Emperor had no intention of keeping his promise and repaying his debt. He betrayed the gods and merged the gift of the gift with his own genetic technology to create a demigod."

"Brother, our blood flows with the blood of the non-material realm. You also know that the place where our secrets are revealed is in Moro, and the portal containing power is buried deep in the rocks of Lupacalia. Down."

Speaking of this, Luojia looked at Horus, knowing that he had entered there before.

But Horus only nodded slightly and didn't say much.

Luo Jia didn't pay attention to this. At this time, his emotions had reached the extreme, "But brother, can you imagine? Outside the chaotic Bafang field, there is an independent field. That is where the original truth lies. Bafang The place of intersection, the end and beginning of all things.”

"That is the palace where the true God resides. And we will be the first to open the door. Horus, don't you plan to open the Gate of Morocco again and go deep into it to find the treasure? It doesn't have to be like this at all, because I tell you, The treasure behind this door is a hundred times greater than that of Moloch!”

Luojia looked at Horus expectantly.

But Horus just frowned slightly, "How are you sure that we can definitely get the treasure?"

he asked the Great Word Bearer.

"Of course I am sure, because that is the residence of the true God. Unlike the false gods of the Milky Way, the true God is omnipotent!"

As if he had ascended to the level of divine reality, Luojia, the Great Speaker, was beaming with joy and radiant.

The belief in the true God is Luo Jia's lifelong pursuit.

When he saw the true face of the Emperor, he no longer regarded the Emperor as a god. Even the gods of the warp were nothing more than false gods in his view, and he refused to offer sacrifices to any of them. Belief.

In the past ten thousand years, in addition to avoiding the pursuit of the Crow King, Luojia has been devoted to the research of "original truth".

Until he discovered that the realm in the center really existed. Even at the risk of being killed by the Crow King, he would embark on a journey to pursue the true God.

Fortunately, he is only one step away from opening that door.

He looked at Horus expectantly, expecting the other party's response.

Horus smiled.

"I see, so this is your plan?"

Under Luojia's horrified gaze, Horus's face gradually distorted and turned into a pale face.

"Conrad Curze?!" The Word Bearer exclaimed in disbelief.