Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Aurelion, the son of the god who means golden in the language of Colchis.

This word originated from the language of Colchis, the world where Lorgar grew up, and was adopted by the Word Bearers after he took over his own legion in later generations. It became the exclusive title for him by these children with his blood flowing through his blood.

This is undoubtedly an honorific, but it is also a faithful description of the facts.

Like the other Primarchs innately majestic in appearance, Lorgar's golden skin and resemblance to his genetic father, the Emperor, impressed the Word Bearers at first sight.

No words or methods are needed, as long as Luojia stands there, the collection of various genetic engineering and more mysterious and non-replicable technologies contained in his majestic body, and the pheromones and spiritual energy fluctuations that are emitted all the time, will be revealed. It was enough to let those Astartes with demigod blood know that they had seen the source of their blood.

This instinctive emotion expressed from the bottom of the body is so fanatical and selfless that most Astartes are still unable to free themselves from that exciting emotion long after meeting the Primarch. .

"I can be loyal to him, and I am willing to serve him. Even if I die..."

This was the emotion Angertai, the seventh company commander of the Jagged Sun Chapter and the original leader of the Blessed Sons, expressed to the legion chaplain responsible for reviewing new recruits after meeting Lorgar for the first time.

"This is a given and you should be honored for this opportunity."

The priest who reviewed the new recruits answered like this at the time, and the Primarch's appeal and dominance over the soldiers of his own legion can also be seen from this.

Even though he had never come into contact with this legion, even though he had never led them into battle even once;

But as soon as he stood in front of these Word Bearers, he naturally became the undisputed commander and leader of the legion.

He is the natural father of all the Word Bearers, and the son of their god, the Emperor.

This natural authority and the complete logic of rule within it are the source of the self-confidence that allowed Lorgar to stand confidently in front of the legionnaires after growing up in Colchis, a religious world with distorted personality.

He is a child of God and these are his offspring. It's that simple, it's so natural.

Therefore, Lorgar does not care about the authority of the so-called Dark Council, nor does he care about the small actions of Erebus and Kor Phaeron.

These two men who have followed him since Colchis are alien beings among the Word Bearers. Their power comes from him, and without his support, they are nothing...

Whether it is the Dark Council or the Dark Apostles, in his eyes, these are just two servants' temporary management methods for the legion when he has no time to manage the legion. If he wishes, these so-called institutions will disappear in an instant.

He has this confidence and understands the logic behind it all.

Lord, minister, father and son, gods and men teach each other.

He thought that this natural sanctity would accompany him throughout his life until his death, and he happily accepted this fate that made him peaceful.

But when did all this change? Luojia's eyes were still closed, but the pain in the memory had already made him frown.

It was the day when the perfect city was destroyed!

That day, the wind that had been blowing on the Colchis Plateau for centuries was no longer gentle, and the flames brought by the high temperature raged over the ruins of the entire perfect city with the storm...

Lorgar, who descended from the Law of Faith on the Thunder Eagle to the flaming and scorched land of Colchis, was full of questions. He didn't understand where he went wrong, let alone why his child would make the Emperor angry. despised.

The judgment still came, and also came the answers to his doubts.

Suppressed by that unimaginably powerful person, he and his children knelt outside the ruins of the Perfect City facing the boiling air on the plateau, listening to the final evaluation from the Emperor.

The storm caused by the high temperature expansion shook him and the legion soldiers, but his heart was no longer here.

The sight of his brother's warband watching this humiliating scene was enough to make him lose his mind, and his father's comments made him even more distraught.

It doesn't matter that his gods deny his achievements, he can fight for more glory for Him;

It doesn't matter that his god denies the meaning of a perfect city, because given enough time and resources, he can build even more magnificent wonders for Him.

But his god denies his own divinity...

Lorgar was silent, this was important. Far more important than imagined...

Without this necessary quality, Lorgar did not know how to face the Emperor's presence;

When the relationship between him and the emperor is no longer maintained by faith, then based on everything he has experienced growing up, a purely biological father and son cannot support such huge and heavy responsibilities and obligations, and absolutely cannot …

A simple question.

"If you are not my god, then why should I fight for you?"

These were the rebellious words that Luojia had hidden in his heart but could not speak out.

But that wasn't the thing that frightened him the most.

What he really doesn't know how to face is the Word Bearers Legion, whose members are all based on faith in a chain reaction...

Hundreds of thousands of Word Bearers, hundreds of thousands of warriors who shed their blood for the empire.

There are so many alive, and the dead are even more countless.

Luojia didn't dare to recall that moment of collapse, whenever he thought of the questions and expectations behind those pairs of living eyes.

How to explain all this happening?

Saying that the faith they are fighting for is just a big dream, because the person who believes in it himself denies this possibility?

Whenever he thought of the faces of those children who died fighting for the empire who came to ask questions in his dreams, he no longer had the confidence and normality he had in the past.

How to respond?

To say that your sacrifice was not recognized by that person, and the lives and blood you paid were just wishful thinking?

how to answer? How to face it?

A man of words is a person who has the truth in his heart.

This title that he and all legionnaires were once proud of has now ironically become a poisonous thorn in the chest of all legionnaires.

There is no need to fiddle with it, just thinking about it is so painful that it makes you lose your mind and fall into madness.

what to do……

When the tide of faith recedes, this Primarch with infinite talents and potential;

This powerful yet gentle son of a god;

This leader of the Word Bearers legion, who clearly possessed such powerful power but was limited by the "narrow vision brought about by growing up in the religious world of Colchis," finally collapsed.

His body is still there, but his soul has died forever on his knees outside the ruins of the Perfect City.

Lorgar's thoughts were still spreading in his memory, and the huge fleet penetrated the colorful clouds and twisted and torn energy.

When all the strange noises and whispers in the subspace gradually quieted down, the Blessed Lady's body, which was larger than the Glory Queen-class battleship, also appeared above the current base camp of the Word Bearers, the demon world of Sicarius. .

This huge demonic world was built in accordance with the aesthetics of the Word Bearers and their hatred of the Empire, and is dominated by a dark religious style.

In the dark churches and thorny orbital docks scattered across its surface and orbit, the battleships belonging to the former 17th Legion are quietly moored.

When the Blessed Lady arrived, their machine spirits began to respond to the call of the Lord of the Legion, slowly awakening from their ancient dormancy again in the name of hatred.

The battleships were slowly leaving the starport and gathering behind the legion's flagship.

As the Astartes under the Dark Apostles began to land on the flagship, countless legions of fallen mortals were also transporting weapons and supplies to the attached fleet members.

Sicarius's star port was extremely busy for a while, with transport ships and frigates of all sizes swimming around like schools of fish;

Countless ships carrying supplies and soldiers shuttled between the ground, ports and fleets.

Especially around Ms. Zhu Zhu, who is the flagship, she is surrounded by ships of all sizes transporting supplies to this space city. The queue of ships waiting to enter the flight deck has been queued back nearly a hundred kilometers.

This behemoth is currently suspended quietly outside Sicarius' orbit to prevent its own gravitational field from affecting the work of the fleet below.

On its huge trident-shaped trunk, which is more than 20 kilometers long, there is a city-sized building complex dominating it.

It is the bridge and chapel of the consecrated ladies, as well as the collection of living areas of the entire battleship. This warship benefited from the favor of the Martian Forge General who designed it, and was designed with pure Astartes in mind.

Not only does it have a larger body than the Queen of Glory, but it also has an array of weapons that matches its size;

There are also shields and armor designed to withstand orbital anti-ship weapons without being damaged, as well as a flight deck and fighter hangar that are no less than those of aircraft carriers of the same class.

But this is not its most legendary point. Its most powerful and special point is:

The above functions were designed locally by the Martian Foundry Director regardless of the cost, so that the participation of the mortal crew could be completely eliminated, and the 1,000 Astartes could operate independently.

Yes, this is a special warship, designed entirely for the Astartes to completely dispense with the frail mortal crew.

Its highly automated weapons array allows the Word Bearers' Astartes Techmarines to only lead a small group of mechanical slaves to complete daily maintenance and operations.

And its incredibly powerful engine, in the context of a battleship full of Astartes, can achieve a more terrifying output limit, so that it can often easily occupy a favorable position in naval battles with the enemy.

Lorgar Aurelion was here at this moment, his head lowered to reveal golden skin and tattoos, wearing blood-red power armor that was the same as the other Word Bearers except for its size.

Under the illumination of countless candles and lights, his entire huge body was like a sculpture, frozen in a half-kneeling posture in the middle of the huge, brightly lit palace.

His face was hidden in the shadows, and no one could see his expression; apart from the chest that could rise and fall with the long breathing, there were only hands covered in blood-red and iron-gray gloves on his terrifyingly broad torso. Like a two-leaf cattail fan, it rests quietly on the ball at the end of the war hammer.

The weight of the giant's upper body just pressed down on the warhammer along with his hands, allowing its ancient and sharp thorns to penetrate the thick velvet carpet and gnaw at the gray deck made of steel of the warship.

“Revenge, only revenge can quell the resentment in the heart;

Killing, only destroying that person's hope, is worthy of those who sacrificed when they were deceived in the past. "

The demon representing the power of destruction was whispering in his ears, but in the depths of his scarlet eyes, there was a faint flash of silver light.

renew. Um, I tried my best, brothers. The limit of my ability now is probably this update frequency.