Emperor's Bane

Chapter 771 New Year's Eve Special: Slaanesh if Line Extra (End)
"Would you like some veal steak, my Lord?"

"This is imported from the Terra Palace."

The sticky chewing sound was less than five meters away from Luo Jia, playing a melody that was so soft that it could drip water: For some reason, Luo Jia remembered the feeling when he led the team through the Eye of Terror for the first time.

"The Terra Palace?"

The Primarch could feel his fingers suddenly tremble uncontrollably.

"How interesting: I thought Omegan was the only one who could sneak into the false emperor's palace."

"Omegan?"

Interesting: The person across the table actually showed a similar sense of confusion as Luo Jia.

“I thought Omegan was just another legend in the war.

"A second Hydra?"

"Who can explain clearly what happened inside the Hydra Legion?"

Luo Jia kept smiling.

"In any case, ever since Alpharius was declared dead in battle, his warships and the royal court have fallen into shadow. I'm afraid even Terra doesn't know the inside story. But Omegan did stand on Horus' side."

"He calls himself the Primarch of Hydra."

"Another Primarch."

Virgo giggled and picked at the steak on the plate gracefully.

"As if not enough Primarchs died in this war."

"Ten years of war have caused half of the Primarchs to disappear from the galaxy."

"Jonson plunged into the Eye of Terror, leaving Luther and Caliban to fall before the enraged Sanguinius; Leman Russ and his wolves perished in the dust of Fenris, destroyed along with their homeworld; and Magnus was beheaded by the Wolf King on the same day he announced his allegiance to Horus."

"Vulkan, Corax, and Alpharius died in the Far East, their respective legions scattered: Nocturne's last defenders devoured ten thousand mad Sons of Angron before being torn to pieces, while Redemption and its allies struggle to resist Mortarion and his poisoned scythe."

"Conrad died, just as he predicted. He chose to end his life in a corner where no one cared. Ferrus died in a blaze of glory. If he and his legion had not been so persistent in attacking Chemos, Horus would not have been able to keep him."

"The price is nothing more than the annihilation of the Emperor's Children Legion."

"Oh, and Angron."

"He is another of Sanguinius's achievements during the siege of Caliban: after witnessing the destruction of Caliban, only he would be foolish enough to pursue the fleet of the 9th Legion. I suspect it will be hundreds of years before we see him again."

Virgo picked up the wine glass, and the light red wine reflected her face: her pale complexion had a porcelain-like texture, and her pair of scarlet eyes were large and lifeless, making the Great Speaker feel as if he was trapped in the Valley of Fear.

"What do you want to say?"

Luo Jia asked directly.

Virgo didn't ask immediately, but pushed the steak in front of him towards the Primarch.

"Really not wanting some?"

Luo Jia stared at her, expressionless.

"No, I'm not hungry yet."

"it's a pity."

Virgo shook his head, then stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and sighed while chewing vaguely.

"I hope you won't regret it: dishes made from Custodes spines aren't something you get every day."

"Force?"

The Primarch frowned.

"Have they been to Avalon?"

"It's the webway... um... never mind. You wouldn't understand even if I told you clearly."

Virgo picked up the table knife, slowly cut her fingers into toothpicks, and began to look for the meat stuck in her teeth.

"You don't really think that our mother has had nothing to do in the past few years?"

"She is very busy. It is not an easy task to delay the Cursed One and his legion on the most important battlefield, especially since the number of the Guards is not right. If you don't want to try the veal steak, maybe you can try today's seafood soup?"

"What is it this time?"

The Primarch glanced.

"The brain of the Imperial Guard?"

"No, the Sisters of Silence: that is the only part of their bodies that is of use."

"..."

The Primarch felt a chill.

"A few years ago, I remember your eating habits weren't so... strange."

“It’s not about habit.”

Virgo blinked, her voice as sweet as honey.

"In the war on the Webway, the losses we suffered were far beyond your imagination. At least 20,000 Dawnbreakers' souls were annihilated by the black flames of the Damned. Even the waves of the Warp could not save them, including Bayar, who was so arrogant that he broke through the Custodians and drew his sword against the Damned."

"You know: the loss of these 20,000 people is [irreparable]."

"..."

Of course he knew it; the strange vortex in the warp had revealed this secret to him.

Luo Jia's eyes dimmed a little.

He knew that the powerful force that was gained by destroying the entire Avalon came at a huge price: the Dawnbreakers were too deeply bound to the Far Eastern Frontier, and the fall of Avalon destroyed their future.

Even after several years of war, the Second Legion still has more than 100,000 people, which can barely be called a huge number, but this number is destined to be the upper limit of the Son of Morgan: the sacrifice ceremony itself destroyed the genetic heritage of the Dawnbreaker, and no new blood will be injected into this arrogant legion.

Of course, all this was not the idea of ​​Slaanesh or Morgan. The initiator of this tragedy emerged in the mind of the Word Bearers: behind the wanton expansion of Prince of Pleasure's power, his three surviving brothers were in the shadows, plotting a conspiracy to bring down the Silver Palace.

If the existence of the Cursed had not temporarily delayed the infighting within Chaos, the Great Game would have started again: this time, the youngest evil god would have to face three brothers who had begun to work together sincerely.

Behind the complete severance of the Dawnbreakers' Legion heritage, there are the huge shadows of Tzeentch and Nurgle, and the blood frenzy caused by Khorne prevents Morgan's forces from crossing the eastern galaxy that Slaanesh has already controlled and penetrating into the core of this great war.

Except for the Webway, where the armies of the Chaos Gods are still able to unite and attack the last line of defense of the Imperial Guards, the wider real universe has already been transformed into several distinct countries in the ten years of war. The bloody fight between Chaos and Chaos is no milder than that between Chaos and the Empire.

Even as the Wolf Shepherd God, he must respect the attacks between the four gods. If it weren't for the final blow against Terra that affected the common interests of the four gods, Luo Jia would not have been qualified to invite the Dawnbreaker's help.

“But it’s different now.”

The Great Speaker shook his head slightly and put the trivial matters between these gods behind him: there was no need for him to reveal to Morgan what terrible plans the remaining three gods were planning. After all, he was loyal to Chaos itself, the true truth and reality of this world.

Luo Jia smiled and described his vision for the future to the person in front of him.

"On Terra, the False Emperor's power has never been weaker, and in the void, our power has never been stronger: only four Primarchs are still willing to obey his orders, only the Imperial Fists legions are still intact, and Terra is just a shabby house under their protection."

"Is it?"

Virgo stretched out her fingers and tasted the saltiness of the soup. Perhaps she was not satisfied, so she threw it aside with some disgust.

"But why did I hear that the Ultramarines have been reborn on Holy Terra? Guilliman has gathered a full half a million men, and his army is expanding every minute. The White Scars are expanding at the same speed, and their recruits are as strong as monsters."

"That's why we have to capture Terra as soon as possible before there are too many variables."

Luo Jia did not deny these words.

He knew it was all true: the speed of the Ultramarines' expansion, though only a few words had escaped from the land of Terra, was enough to make Horus uneasy.

As for the Khan: he apparently received brand new technology from the False Emperor.

There is no need to say much about the power of Sanguinius: Angron is proof of this.

As for Dorne...

"I have to admit."

Luo Jia gritted his teeth.

"Ferrus did provide Dorn with sufficient technical assistance before he died in battle."

"His Titan pack and arsenal, after being reclaimed by Sanguinius, all fell into the hands of the Imperial Fists: just like Vulkan's personal arsenal, the Archangel has brought us great obstacles."

"Are you sure you can handle him?"

"We have the advantage in numbers."

Luo Jia turned to another topic.

"We can still gather the main forces and remnants of at least ten legions, and maintain a numerical advantage of at least three to five times in a short period of time: as long as Morgan promises to bring Jonson and Fulgrim to Ullanor, eight primarchs will participate in the final blow to the Empire."

"The Wolf Shepherd God guarantees that he can defeat the angel."

"My forces can steadily suppress the Ultramarines in a short period of time."

"Mortarion's spawn are powerful enough to drag the Khan's warriors into the mire."

"This is a winnable war: if Morgan is willing to contribute what she has."

"……Pooh."

Virgo spat out the meat residue.

"We don't know where Jonson is."

"Morgan too?"

"You know."

Virgo's face trembled.

"Mother doesn't like to force Jonson."

"Then at least let Fulgrim strike."

"..."

Virgo stared at him. His large, lifeless eyes made the Primarch's hair stand on end. His thin lips seemed to be moving, and it was unclear whether he was mocking or expressing emotion.

"Come with me."

She said only one sentence, and kicked the Slaanesh demon next to her away. "Go open the door."

Zarakanel withdrew humbly.

A moment later, a blasphemous painting on the wall suddenly melted away, moving like a snake on the floor, dancing, arching, and turning into a silver door, and a black corridor led directly to the edge of the Primarch's vision.

"Please, uncle."

Virgo bent slightly, while Luo Jia straightened his back and walked in.

What amazed him was that this corridor had no decoration at all, not even wallpaper: there was only empty black, so deep that the Primarch couldn't even see his own fingers. It was like a void that was big enough to engulf the heart of the galaxy, or like a huge hole that existed eternally in the hearts of the gods.

It was so heavy that when Luo Jia touched the door with his fingers, he even felt that he had forgotten how to breathe. Fortunately, he had enough strength to step into the extremely corrupt world behind the door.

The banquet hall used to entertain the Phoenix was different from any other Dawnbreaker stronghold: if Morgan's arrogant sons still followed their mother's expectations and tried their best to maintain etiquette in their twisted madness, even if it was only superficial politeness, then the father of the Emperor's Children had long lost the dignity of being a Primarch.

He enjoyed the pleasure of blasphemy like a depraved mortal.

On an altar made up of thousands of golden men and women with perfect bodies, Fulgrim and his concubine were lying there: the great demon named Enkari had a slightly swollen worm body and a head that was no different from a phoenix. Its hands danced like a caterpillar, and its whole body was filled with the stench of excrement.

The Primarch kissed it passionately, kissing it from head to toe, and not forgetting to nibble on each other's lips. The purple-red blood dripped onto the ground and turned black, and was madly fought over by the believers who formed the altar.

"..."

Luo Jia was very glad that he did not bring Layak into this room, otherwise it would not be something that could be solved by talk therapy and rest.

He looked at the bloated creature, wondering how to start talking, but he saw that Virgo next to him had already taken a step forward.

"Enkali."

Morgan's daughter's voice was filled with the arrogance of a superior.

"In my mother's name, you need to leave this room: now."

"Ignore her, dearest."

Fulgrim's naked body shone like alabaster, his serpentine form clenched tightly around N'kali's flesh as he licked his lover's face and made obsequious noises beside his worm-like ear holes.

"Continue our happiness."

The Great Demon's obsession with the Primarch was so obvious on his face that he was almost convinced by Fulgrim: if Virgo had not coughed twice unreasonably, rudely interrupting the Primarch and the Great Demon's entanglement.

"Leave, Enkali."

"Or do you want to argue with your mother?"

When Luo Jia saw the face of the Great Demon of Slaanesh, he turned pale instantly.

This time, even the Phoenix's pleading could not stop Enkali's steps. When the Great Demon disappeared in a mess, the Great Speaker looked at his frivolous and blasphemous brother: the Phoenix had entangled Virgo's body, expressing its dissatisfaction with its rosy breath.

"You are still as unruly as ever, my dear little niece."

"No wonder my sister, of all people, loves you climbing on top of her..."

"Someone wants to talk to you."

Virgo smiled and directed Phoenix's gaze towards Luo Jia without hesitation.

“Ah…Brother!”

Fulgrim was so surprised that he seemed to have just realized that Lorgar was here too.

"It's so good to see you."

Phoenix lazily coiled up in the place where he and Enkali had just been entangled. One of his arms stretched out to his lower body, forcing Luo Jia to frown and look away.

"Still as shy as ever."

Fulgrim laughed.

Then, his smile suddenly disappeared.

"So, what's up with you?"

"..."

Luo Jia forced himself to turn around.

"It is time to go to war, Fulgrim."

"The end is coming, and we urgently need the strength of each of you."

"Only by gathering all our strength can we stop the mad plan of the cursed one."

"The end?"

Scarlet malice bloomed in Fulgrim's narrow pupils.

"You don't really believe this, do you, my poor little brother Luo Jia?"

The demon primarch casually stuffed a scarlet fruit into his mouth.

"I am comfortable here, and I don't want to worry about Horus's affairs."

"Horus is the destiny."

Lorgar corrected sternly, his eyes passing Fulgrim to the giant statue of the Prince of Pleasure behind the Primarch.

"Besides, Holy Terra has the treasure you've been dreaming of, right?"

"treasure?"

"What treasure?"

Phoenix chuckled.

"I do not know how?"

"..."

Luo Jia lowered his head and gave his pitiful brother a look of pity.

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"I'm not talking to you, Phoenix."

"I am addressing your master."

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In just a moment, everything in front of me was swallowed up by nothingness.

Fulgrim, Virgo, the Banqueting Hall, the Dawnbreaker, even entire palaces, entire cities and entire kingdoms, were reduced to nothingness.

They still exist, and Luo Jia still stands in the center of them, but his eyes no longer need to see all of this. He only needs to see the only master of this world, he only needs to see his former blood relative.

"Morgan."

The Primarch whispered the name, and the stars began to race before him.

Everything turned upside down, years and wars flowed before Lorgar, until they were twisted into a more beautiful appearance, until they uncovered the nothingness beneath their skin, until they finally merged together, like thousands of tributaries merging into the sea, and the mountain-like shadow slowly obscured the consciousness of the Primarch.

Luo Jia raised his head and greeted the sisters he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Long time no see, Morgan."

……

＋Yes. ＋
From the deepest reaches of the Warp, the sound reached the Primarch's ears.

＋But I am always watching you, my loyal little brother. ＋
"my pleasure."

Luo Jia smiled.

"Morgan... or... Slaanesh?"

He raised his head and looked at the truth that had dragged half of the galaxy into endless depravity.

He saw it.

He saw a tall figure with the most perfect proportions that mortals could not imagine, standing in the deepest part of the warp.

He saw Morgan's face, which was exactly the same as during the Great Crusade. Flower-like patterns covered the Spider Queen's body. They were blue-green, just like the color of Morgan's pupils when she was the Primarch.

But in the next second, all the textures turned into a lavender luster, and were imprinted exactly on the previous route: except for the lower abdomen, which symbolizes the most important part, the two huge spider veins did not overlap, but were in eternal fusion and struggle.

Devouring each other.

Protecting each other.

Satisfying each other.

"as always……"

Luo Jia smiled, then mustered up his fearless courage and looked at Morgan's face.

He knew that next to the face representing Morgan, he would see a scene that fascinated countless Slaanesh believers: the face of the Prince of Pleasure was like a phantom, looming next to the face of the Spider Queen. They had different expressions, representing different wills, but they lived in harmony in the same body.

In the blink of an eye, Lorgar would see the face of Slaanesh himself, and Morgan's face would become a phantom, looming: they were eternally blended together, and except for the source of happiness that resided in their lower abdomen, they could share everything.

The only exception is that they still need to satisfy each other all the time.

"I never thought you could be so honest and generous."

Luo Jia smiled and took a second to think about what to call the thing in front of him.

"Slaanesh?"

"Morgan?"

"Or rather: the twin goddesses."

"What should I call you?"

＋It's up to you. ＋
Morgan raised a hand and lazily grasped Fulgrim below him, tearing a chunk out of his brother's soul like a slice of an orange, holding it in his mouth to share with the Prince of Pleasure.

+Now…+
She said vaguely.

+Can you talk, Brother Luo Jia? +
Morgan, Slaanesh, or rather their profane and eternal fusion, once again smiled upon the galaxy.

Cheers, this crazy world.

(End of this chapter)