Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 320 Monarch and subject father and son (2)

dong... dong... dong...

Erebus raised the steel boots of the power armor, and stepped on the thick blood-colored velvet carpet with a dull echo.

This kind of footsteps is neither too quiet nor too quiet because of his respect for the Primarch;
Nor will it appear too sloppy and messy because of the excitement of not seeing each other for thousands of years.

He was Erebus, First Priest of the Legion; he was Erebus, a singular being who led into the arms of the Ruinous Powers one of the greatest creations of the Emperor, ruler of the Imperium of Man, the Primarch.

"Praise be to the all-pervasive power of destruction, as well as your wisdom and strength. My Lord..."

Erebus, who entered the palace alone, stopped ten meters away from Lorgar.

However, just when he tried to start the conversation with the topic that the other party was interested in according to his past experience, he suddenly found that he could not do so.

He lost control of his vocal chords, and then his entire body.

An ice blade as thin as a silk thread appeared at his throat at some point, and then slowly cut into his neck when he couldn't detect it.

"Don't dare... How could I doubt your strength. It's just that the order of the Warmaster is..."

But the words with double echoes spit out from his mouth reminded the first priest once again that the existence in front of him was no longer the Lorgar he was familiar with.

Erebus's brain quickly thought about the words to respond:
The Primarch had changed so much that he had never been more dangerous in order to increase his troops without offending the other party.

The corners of Lorgar's mouth couldn't stop pulling up to the base of the ears, and the narrow and sharp teeth were like densely packed daggers:

"Good start..."

To get the result he wants, he probably needs to show more respect and sincerity to the other party...

"First, they didn't give enough. If they wanted to kill a Primarch, the price they paid was far from enough.

"My lord..." Erebus looked at the Primarch who stood up in the distance, and the other party turned around and looked down at him with eyes as deep as a cold lake.

"You are right, because these powers are not enough to destroy a Primarch, a being like me or my brother."

"But sometimes you need to have a little respect for others."

For more than ten minutes, the first priest of the legion was silent to hide the trembling under the heavy armor.

The current Primarch perfectly fits the image of the incarnation of the destruction power in his mind, but when this completely dehumanized performance really happened to Lorgar, for some reason, Erebus seemed to lose something a feeling of.

This is the worst case scenario, because the existence on the opposite side has completely lost any emotions he knows.

There was no emotion at all, more like a social smile appeared on the corner of Lorgar's mouth:

click...

"You are a person with special talents..."

Erebus fell to his knees before the primarch, and simple words escaped his eloquent mouth.

The first priest and his entourage walked on the main road of the battleship Blessed Lady.

He looked down at the first priest who had become more respectful, and examined the dark apostle for a long time with a strong gaze that seemed to penetrate the latter's soul, until the latter bowed his head obediently.

"It's...my fault." Erebus hardly dared to look up at the body in front of him again.

While speaking, Lorgar's taller body than before slowly walked to Erebus's side.

"Honestly, you're too proud, Pastor.

The Primarch's skin is the same as before, still the sacred gold;

The two joints that were suddenly activated were entangled with each other while Erebus moaned in pain, and then changed positions with each other under his horrified eyes.

Arcane gestures manifested on tattooed fingers, tiny but precise waves of psionic energy condensed in the squire's heart.

"Clean it up, remember to recycle the armor." The founder of the Dark Council left the order to deal with it without any emotion, and then faithfully adopted the suggestion of the dead, and walked towards Kor Phaeron who was waiting in the center of the Council.

"That means my father, after becoming a rotting corpse and sitting on that throne for thousands of years, has really become a god...

"Then your will?" He was ready for a new punishment for asking.

The sound of heart implosion penetrated the chest cavity and the thick armor, so small that it was almost inaudible.But the first priest obviously does not need to use the original hearing to give feedback on the results of casting spells.

"It is also a person with a unique destiny in the eyes of the Chaos Gods."

Some of the attendants around them came to the end, while others continued to follow the guard's footsteps as if nothing had happened.

In this reappearing Primarch, he could hardly feel the love he had for the Legion soldiers, let alone the appreciation and sincerity he had for Erebus, a subordinate who was both a teacher and a friend.

"Two questions." Lorgar turned to Erebus.

The guards behind him had already surrounded him, but these tall legionnaires and the sophisticated weapons in their hands failed to give him a sense of security.

Or in the eyes of you mortals, my brother and I are really so cheap, like an industrial product that can be manufactured at will? "

"Your will..."

It was not until he took the elevator on the main road and left the top floor of the battleship that he gradually escaped from the horror of meeting the Primarch just now.

"I know why you came here. I was worried that you would not put in enough power to fulfill the will of the usurper, right?"

Snapped……

Erebus, who completely lost his cognition and control of the status quo, finally admitted his ignorance after the Primarch's second sentence was spoken.

It had neither the waves of hatred nor the triumph of his chastisement, nor even the mockery to deny his words.

"puff!"

Erebus gritted his teeth and held his breath, sweat streaming from his bald head tattooed with Colchis scriptures, but he dared not continue moaning lest he miss any word the Primarch spoke. A transliteration.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Lorgar still maintained his speaking speed, but the words he said made Erebus dare not miss a single sentence.

"Your teachings..."

Weak psychic fluctuations flickered, and Erebus was horrified to find that his left finger bones were twisted, and the joints of his index finger and middle finger looked like distorted stalactites, and like a gnat with its own will.

If that fake was just a false banner, those three swarms would have been enough to destroy him and show my sincerity to Abaddon;
And if that fake really has the same strength as my brother, then..."

Erebus' original heart was twitching slowly, just like his mood, which was sinking slowly and unstoppably.

The Demon Primarch showed reserved satisfaction with his attitude, and before the first priest could speak, he gave the final answer about the purpose of the latter's coming.

"Oh, thanks for the reminder." Erebus, who woke up from the horror, took a deep look at the "good-hearted man", and then slightly raised his left hand in the next second.

The Primarch's tone was still unhurried, as if the punishment for his distraction just now was not issued by this existence.

"Second question, is he really a Primarch?

Is it possible that so many years of experience have not taught you a basic truth, when dealing with people you cannot influence, you must express the most basic respect with honesty? "

This is simply impossible for him to happen, but in front of Lorgar, who has now turned into the incarnation of destruction, there seems to be no violation.

Seeing his figure stagnant in the lobby of the elevator door for a long time, the guard behind him couldn't help reminding him.

Erebus exited his bedroom in embarrassment from Luo Jiazhi's crazy laughter, even staggering repeatedly in the corridor because of that penetrating laughter, he didn't care.

"You are a man of special talent."

Erebus's head was once again covered with painful sweat, but he had just recovered from the severe pain that was on the verge of fainting, and before he had time to look at his other hand, he heard the primarch's evaluation of him.

The excruciating pain of joint dislocation had just passed, and the pain of stretched nerves and ligaments followed one after another.

And the second question..."

Lorgar's tone became deep and reserved, just like his unpredictable temperament, which made today's dark apostle dare not do more exploration.

"Go, just follow the previous order to execute my deployment.

"My lord, Lord Kor Phaeron is waiting for you..."

The people encountered along the way, whether they were space warriors or mortal servants, all knelt down on both sides of the road the moment they saw the crowd from a distance, in order to avoid their majestic power.

Erebus, at the forefront of the crowd, is striding forward.In the details that no one paid attention to, the misplaced fingers on his two obviously abnormal hands were flexing and stretching repeatedly.

From the spell-casting experience just now, Erebus was surprised to find that after the Primarch's "discipline", his two hands obviously had a smoother spell-casting speed...

　Two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)