Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 318
Aurelion, the golden son of the gods in the Colchis language.

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

This is undoubtedly a respectful title, but it is also a faithful description of the facts.

Like all Primarchs born with a majestic appearance, Lorgar's golden skin and resemblance to his genetic father, the Emperor, overwhelmed the Word Bearers at first sight.

Without any language or means, as long as Lorgar stands there, the collection of various genetic engineering and more mysterious and non-replicable technologies contained in his stalwart body, the pheromone and spiritual energy fluctuations that are emitted all the time, are Enough to make those Astartes with the blood of demigods know that they have seen the source of their blood.

This instinctive emotion expressed from the bottom of the body is so fanatical and selfless that most Astartes still cannot separate themselves from that agitated emotion long after seeing the Primarch .

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

This was Angertai, the seventh company commander of the Jagged Sun Regiment and the leader of the original Blessed Sons, when he met Lorgar for the first time.

"It's the right thing to do, and you should be proud of this opportunity."

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

Even though he has never been in contact with this legion, even though he has never led them to fight even once;
But as long as he stood before these Word Bearers, he naturally became the undisputed commander and leader of the Legion.

He was the natural father of all the Word Bearers and their god, the Emperor's son.

This kind of natural authority and its complete rule logic are the source of Lorgar's self-confidence to stand confidently in front of the legionnaires after growing up in Colchis, a religious world with distorted personalities.

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

That's why Lorgar didn't care about the authority of the so-called Dark Council, and he didn't even care about Erebus and Kor Phaeron's little tricks.

These two people who have followed him since Colchis are alien existences 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 Apostle, in his eyes, these are just temporary management methods for the two servants to manage the legion when he has no time to manage the legion.As long as he is willing, these so-called institutions will disappear in an instant.

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

Monarch and minister father and son, god and man teach each other.

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

But when did all this change?Lorgar's eyes remained closed, but the memory of the pain already made his brow furrow.

On the day when the perfect city was destroyed!
On 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 on the ruins of the entire perfect city with the storm...

Lorgar, who descended from the Law of Faith on the Thunderhawk to the land of Colchis full of flames and scorching, was full of doubts. He didn't understand where he was wrong, let alone why his child would make the Emperor cast aside.

Judgment still came, and the answer to his doubts also came.

Under the oppression of that unimaginably powerful being, 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 brought by the high temperature expansion made him and the soldiers of the legion shake, but his heart was no longer here.

His brother's warband watching this humiliating scene was enough to make him lose his mind, but his father's evaluation made him even more depressed.

It doesn't matter that his god has denied his achievements, he can fight for more glory for him;
It doesn't matter that his god has denied the meaning of a perfect city, because as long as he has enough time and resources, he can build more magnificent miracles for him.

But his god denied his own divinity...

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

Lorgar didn't know how to deal with the presence of the Emperor, having lost this necessary quality;

When the relationship between him and the emperor is no longer maintained by faith, then in terms of everything he has experienced growing up, a purely biological father and son cannot support such a huge and heavy responsibility and obligation, absolutely cannot ...

A simple question.

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

These are the rebellious words that Lorgar concealed in his heart, but could not be uttered.

But that wasn't what terrified him the most.

What he really didn't know how to face was the Word Bearers Legion whose members were all based on faith under the chain reaction...

10,000+ Word Bearers, 10,000+ warriors who shed blood for the empire.

There are so many living, and even more countless dead.

Lorgar dared not recall the moment of collapse, whenever he thought of the doubts and expectations behind those pairs of living eyes.

How to explain all this happening?

To say that the belief they fought for was just a big dream, because the person who believed it himself denied the possibility?

Whenever he thought of the faces of those children who died fighting for the empire who came to ask questions in their dreams, he lost the self-confidence and took it for granted in the past.

How should I respond?

To say that your sacrifice was not approved by that person, and the life and blood you gave was just wishful thinking?
how to answer?How to face it?

A person who bears words, a person with truth in his heart.

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

No need to fiddle with it, just thinking about it is painful enough to drive you crazy, into madness.

What should I do……

When the tide of faith fades, this Primarch with infinite talent and potential;
The mighty and gentle Son of God;

The Lord of the Word Bearers Legion, who obviously possessed such powerful power, but was constrained 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 permanently on the knee outside the ruins of the perfect city.

Lorgar's thoughts are still spreading in memory, and the huge fleet also penetrates the colorful clouds and twisting and tearing energy.

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

This huge demon world was built according to the aesthetics of the Word Bearers and their hatred of the empire, mainly in a dark religious style.

Among the dark churches and thorny orbital docks all over its surface and orbit, the warships that once belonged to the 17th Legion are quietly moored.

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

The warships are slowly leaving the star port and gathering behind the flagship of the legion.

And as the Astartes under the command of 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.

The star port of Sicarius was very busy for a while, and the figures of large and small transport ships and frigates seemed to be wandering in schools of fish;
Countless ships carrying supplies and soldiers shuttled between the ground, ports and fleets.

Especially around Ms. Zhu, who is the flagship, is surrounded by large and small ships, transporting supplies to this space city, and the queue of ships waiting to enter the flight deck has been discharged nearly [-] kilometers backward.

At this time, this behemoth is quietly suspended outside Sicarius' orbit, lest its own gravitational field affect the work of the fleet below.

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

It was the bridge and chapel of the Blessed Lady, and the collection of living quarters for the entire battleship.The ship benefited from the favor of the Martian foundry general who designed it, and was designed entirely in pure Astartes.

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

There are also shields and armor that can withstand the design of orbital anti-ship weapons without damage, as well as flight decks and fighter hangars that are no less than those of aircraft carriers of the same level.

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

Under the local design of the Mars foundry director, these functions can completely abandon the participation of mortal crews, and can be operated independently by 1000 Astartes.

Yes, it was a special ship, designed entirely for the Astartes, to dispense with its fragile mortal crew entirely.

Its highly automated weapon array allows the Word Bearers Astartes Techno-Sergeants to lead a small number of mechanical slave labor to complete daily maintenance and operations.

And its incredibly powerful engine, under the background of all the Astartes on the battleship, can get a more terrifying output limit, so that it can easily occupy a favorable position in naval battles with the enemy.

Lorgar Aurelion was here now, his bowed head revealing golden skin and tattoos, clad in blood-red power armor identical to the other Word Bearers except in size.

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

His face was hidden in the shadows, and no one could see his expression; on the terrifyingly wide torso, except for the chest cavity that could rise and fall due to the long breath, there were only the hands covered by blood-red and iron-gray gauntlets, It leans quietly on the weight ball at the end of the warhammer like a two-leaf cattail leaf fan.

The weight of the giant's upper body pressed down on the warhammer with both hands like this, allowing its ancient sharp thorns to penetrate the thick velvet carpet and gnaw at the gray steel deck of the battleship.

"Revenge, only revenge can calm the resentment in the heart;

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

The demon representing the power of destruction whispered in his ears, but in the depths of his eyes that were already full of scarlet, there was a faint silver light flashing.

　renew.Well, I tried my best brothers, the limit of my current ability is probably this update frequency.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)