Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Luojia looked at the pale face of Coze in front of him with a grin on his face, and he felt a chill that went deep into his bones.

"It turns out you were responsible for all this." He quickly thought clearly about everything he had experienced before.

Curze first used his fear of the Crow King to drive him away. Then he used his hatred for Guilliman to disturb his heart and make him gradually lose his mind. Finally, he used the appearance of Horus to save him, and while he was still in shock, he deceived him into trusting him.

Psychological warfare is Coze's area of ​​expertise.

Luo Jia was caught off guard by the interlocking arrangements. The opponent's victory successfully tricked him into telling him the purpose of their trip.

The reason why the opponent was able to win so easily was not only Coz's precise insight into people's hearts, but more importantly, the ability that this former midnight ghost had never shown before.

Luojia guessed in his mind the specific effect of this ability.

There was just one thing that made him doubtful.

This was definitely an excellent opportunity. If Coze took advantage of this opportunity to sneak attack on him, he could easily be seriously injured.

But the other party did not do this. Instead, he took the initiative to reveal his true appearance in front of him.

Of course, this does not exclude Coates’ bad taste.

Midnight ghosts love nothing more than watching their prey, struggling futilely in terror.

And Luojia also admitted that in the moment just now, when he saw Horus in front of him gradually transforming into Curze, he did suffer a great psychological impact.

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"When did you learn such a trick, brother?" Luojia stared at Coze in front of him, not letting go of any of his expressions.

"We're all different from what we used to be, aren't we?" Curze asked him in return.

After hearing this answer, Coz suddenly smiled, and his slightly nervous expression relaxed.

"You are not Coze. Although you pretend to be very good, you talk too much unnecessarily."

Luojia turned around and left, no longer paying attention to Coze in front of him.

It was as if what was near him was not the terrifying midnight ghost, but a ball of air.

"Are you already crazy, brother?" Koz smiled strangely and chased after him, following him like a shadow.

At this moment, Luo Jia suddenly turned around and hit him with the scepter in his hand.

Curze easily dodged the attack, as gentle as a shadow.

But this move also confirmed Luo Jia's suspicion.

"Look, you are not him." Luojia continued, "You are not Curze, and of course you are not a phantom. You are just a subspace entity controlled by him. I don't know what kind of power you have, but you have absolutely no ability. Hurting a Primarch."

"It is precisely because you knew this that you deliberately transformed into Curze's appearance. Your original intention was just to delay my steps and wait for the arrival of the real Curze, or even Duker."

After seeing through the clues of the opponent's purpose, Luo Jia regained his confidence again and looked a little proud.

"Now, disappear from my sight and make way for me, or I will throw you into the fire."

He ignored the ghost with the appearance of Curze, and there was no longer a trace of fear in his heart.

By this time, Luojia had completely seen Coz's abilities.

He gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation with Coz, but his footsteps became more and more hurried, and he wanted to leave impatiently.

He and Horus also knew that once Dukur intercepted them before they arrived at the temple, all their great dreams for the future would become dreams that could no longer be realized.

In order for everything to go smoothly, he and Horus had made a lot of preparations before the operation started to prevent emergencies.

But they never expected that disaster would come here in the form of a midnight ghost.

Curze used his difficult ability to set up unimaginable difficulties for them.

Too much time has been delayed.

Duker could appear at any time and trample all their dreams underfoot.

‘Koz’ stood there and said nothing. A pair of gloomy eyes on his pale face silently watched the departure of the Great Word Bearer.

The light around Luojia quickly dimmed, and even though the demon primarch exhausted all his senses, he could not see through the end of the darkness as he should have.

The deep darkness is the most instinctive fear of human beings, but the Word Bearer has no fear at this time.

The Primarch's excellent memory allowed him to know the original route by heart long ago, so that even if he couldn't see anything, he would not get lost in the darkness.

"Wow! -" The sound of crows echoed in the darkness, like a believer calling for death.

Lorgar hated the sound of crows because it was the symbol of the Lord of Crows.

And these annoying sounds indicate that the midnight ghost still has not given up chasing him, trying to scare him away in this way.

Luo Jia raised his head, and then the darkness in front of him gradually cracked open, revealing the scene in front of him. A group of crows were sitting on the dead branches. The black crow feathers almost blended into the darkness. A pair of dead eyes looked down at him. , showing no mercy.

Luo Jia acted almost instinctively, and her steps stagnated slightly.

"You can't scare me away anymore!" the Word Bearer roared, facing the crows' blockade.

"Where are you going, pathetic loser." The giant in azure armor walked out of the darkness, holding a sword burning with golden flames in his hand, "I sometimes think that maybe the only meaning of your existence is, It’s because the Emperor feels that there should be a clown among the Primarchs. This is an indispensable role in every royal court.”

Lorgar gritted his teeth and walked past the blue giant without saying a word.

At this moment, he could only tell himself in his heart that all this was not real, so as to suppress the urge to smash Guilliman.

Lorgar kept walking in the darkness. As the road progressed, the light began to recover and the surroundings became brighter.

Just when the Great Speaker thought that he had escaped the pursuit of the Midnight Ghost and breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the source of the light recovery.

Endless flames lit up in front of him, and when the darkness dissipated, the surroundings seemed like daylight.

"You have no way to escape!" At the end of the flames, a giant taller than him stood with a sword.

Then the flames turned into the opponent's corridor, and the brave and elegant giant warrior rushed towards him like a luxurious but arrogant chariot.

The fire covered the ground, and Lorgar felt unspeakable fear and despair.

The bravery of the second Primarch was undisputed among the brothers, and after thousands of years, the opponent's power had become more elusive.

When the invincible chariot of fire rolled over, anyone and everything could only choose to dodge or retreat.

At this time, Lorca had no way to avoid it.

Therefore, he made a move that all life could not understand. The Great Speaker actually took the initiative to rush towards the other party, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

Until the two collided, all the flames suddenly dissipated.

Lorca stood there, panting heavily.

"Son of God——" An old, charred corpse crawled to his feet and called him in a hoarse voice.

Lorca's eyes suddenly shrank the moment he saw the other party.

Even though the other party was no longer in human form, he still recognized the other party's identity.

Old John, one of his first followers, was also one of his few true friends who shared the same ideals.

Lorca had instilled faith in him and outlined a perfect and glorious future for him.

But the other party had already burned up along with the Perfect City.

"My Lord, is everything we are pursuing really meaningful?" The mummy asked Lorca.

Lorca opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

He felt guilty. Even though he knew that the other party was fake, he was too ashamed to face the question of his former best friend.

Finally, he walked around the mummy.

"It will happen." The Great Speaker said without looking back. He seemed to be answering the mummy's question, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

He walked forward with firm steps.

On the way, Lorca heard the call again.

He saw Horus walking out of the darkness. The other party looked a little embarrassed, and there were still blood stains on the wound on his abdomen.

"Your little tricks are useless to me." The Great Speaker sneered and raised the weapon in his hand.

Just as he was about to hit Horus in front of him with his weapon.

The vortex of the storm instantly swept him in, and he and Horus disappeared together.

Shortly after they left, the battlefield was lit up by golden light.

Dukel revealed his figure in the light. He looked at the area that had fallen into the polar night, frowning slightly.

In the darkness, countless subspace entities rushed towards him, the only light source, like moths trying to extinguish flames with their wings.

Dukel ignored these ghosts.

Although Curze's appearance on Belia IV was completely unexpected, he knew that these ghosts were not enemies, but servants of the Night King, as he had had contact with Curze.

"Dukel." The night in front of him slowly opened like a curtain, revealing the figure of the Night King.

"I already know what they are going to do, Horus and Lorgar."

Curze told Dukel the intelligence he had obtained before without reservation.

Dukel listened carefully, and his expression was able to remain calm at first.

But as Curze spoke, his face became shocked.

Horus and Lorgar finally arrived at the heart of the temple city. At the far end of the spider-shaped shadow, the place guarded by eight temple altars was a wide square with the oldest chaos dust and incense ash.

The Great Bearer had already arranged everything here.

The buildings here looked a bit old. Although they were attached with biochemical machinery and strange industrial equipment, the style of these complex creations clearly had a familiar feeling that made Horus uncomfortable.

The slender crane armature and the portal built of steel, cables and flesh.

It was hard to imagine how much effort the Great Bearer had spent to leave behind a ritual altar that the imperial soldiers could not detect underground in the core area of ​​the temple city.

Twenty-two burning towers stood in this place, and the towering altars reached the sky. If they were not built deep underground, the sharp corners of the towers could almost penetrate the clouds.

All the nearby mechanical devices were shrouded in his shadow, and Horus saw the runes looking down at all living things from a high place at a glance.

It was an emblem he had never seen before, with a blazing brazier placed above it.

Streams of coolant flowed down the ditches from more than a dozen secondary altars, and large groups of wizards and Word Bearers shuttled in groups on every staircase and road.

In the crowd, Horus saw terrifying demons hanging in the air, being tortured in various ways by the Word Bearers.

These people were like the most fanatical believers, chanting obscure scriptures, offering their insignificant sacrifices to the unknown existence.

The energy of the Supreme Heaven gathered here continuously, and the high priest stood on the altar, and the final sacrifice was about to be completed.

"Why must the ceremony be chosen here?" Horus looked at the spectacular scene around him and asked Lorca.

He couldn't understand why the ceremony had to be held in such a dangerous place.

"After our measurement, only this place is the weakest point between the subspace and the central realm." Lorca took out a handful of black ashes from his arms and continued to explain to Horus,

"The portal of the central realm is extremely strong, which is why it is not noticed. The ceremony is far more than that. The war in the Belia galaxy is also a necessary part of the ceremony. A large number of emotional storms will weaken the portal as much as possible. The purpose here is just to push it open in one go."

Lorca's expression was full of the fanaticism of a pious person, and there was no rationality at all.

Horus took a deep breath. At first, he never considered Lorca's proposal.

Because the whole proposal was filled with a sense of unreliability. He did not hold much hope for this ceremony.

If it were not for the excessive power displayed by Dukel and the Empire, he might not have tried the proposal of the Great Bearer until now.

Just as he wanted to continue asking something, the chanting on the altar had reached its peak.

A huge force suddenly erupted on the platform, and the original flame instantly enveloped the priests, the altar, and the twenty-two-story towers around it.

Everything seemed to be on fire in an instant, but the strange thing was that the flame was like an illusion and did not hurt anyone or anything.

Lorgar and Horus were also enveloped by the flame. At first they had a moment of panic, but when they found that the flame had no malice, they began to carefully stare at the next changes.

Whispers sounded in the consciousness of the two primarchs, carrying infinite knowledge, countless mathematical knowledge, and complex and abstract concepts that poured into their consciousness.

There seemed to be a familiar tone mixed in the whisper, and the tone was getting louder and louder.

But they could not understand the specific meaning of the whisper.

The whisper became more and more intense, and finally it was like thousands of people chanting at the top of their lungs in his ears.

There was some pain in Lorca and Horus' eyes, as if all the truths of the universe were poured into their minds.

But they could not understand and absorb it, so they had a splitting headache.

The sound gradually reached the climax.

Time and space suddenly solidified,

The grand portal was suddenly pushed open in front of their eyes.

Lorca and Horus' consciousness entered the unknown realm at the same time, and the dark stars hidden in the sky cast thousands of sword-like rays of light,

"This is." Horus was still at a loss.

"True God!——" Lorca had already knelt on the ground, prostrating himself like the most devout believer.

"Please accept our insignificant faith and bestow supreme mercy on us."

The Black Star did not speak, but they could feel that a great will was examining him. After an unknown period of time, he heard a grand will echoing in their minds.

When the first word "you" was spoken, the will paused for a moment, just like a logically incorrect system that had a moment of freeze.

But at this time, no one paid attention to these details.

"Your day has not yet come." The great existence lowered its will, as if thinking, "or it may not be known at this moment."

Like the whisper of a god.

Horus opened his mouth, and he seemed to have questions to ask.

"Five years." But at this time, a deadline suddenly appeared in the minds of the two Primarchs.

The next moment, the two felt dizzy, and when they opened their eyes again, their feet were already standing on the land of Belia IV again.

The illusory flame of the altar has gone out, as if everything before was an illusion.

But everyone knows that it is not an illusion, everything is true.

"What did we get?" Horus looked down at his hands and asked in a daze.

"Everything!" Lorca shouted excitedly on the side, "We got everything, brother! Endless knowledge! Endless information! Endless power! This is the generosity of the true God! It is completely different from those hypocritical gods!"

Lorca's expression was crazy, and the goal he had been pursuing for thousands of years had a practical meaning at this moment.

But Horus was not carried away.

"Five years." He muttered to himself, "What is this, it sounds like a deadline?"

Lorca shook his head slowly, "Whatever it is, we have achieved our goal, haven't we?"

"That's right." Horus nodded in agreement, and his frown gradually relaxed.

With this harvest, it means that he doesn't have to open the Gate of Moloch and ask the gods for treasures for his brothers.

Because he found a better one.