Emperor's Bane

Chapter 852: Death of the Bloodthirsty

The Blood God's most powerful demon fell.

Angrath, the Unbound, Guardian of the Skull Throne, Favored One of Khorne, the most powerful bloodthirsty demon: his many names have made countless heroes in the world fear him, but he still cannot win the favor of the goddess of victory.

Facts have proven why the Emperor's offspring are coveted by the gods.

Even the most elite among their servants could only swallow the bitter fruit when facing the child of the Lord of Mankind who was least known for his fighting ability.

Standing behind the Unbound, the Lord of the Word Bearers was already covered in wounds, but he held the scepter of victory tightly: the top of the power scepter named Light of Revelation was already stained with the blood of demons, it became bumpy and seemed to have reached the limit of its use.

But Luo Jia is far from exhausted.

"Huh...huh..."

The Great Bearer breathed heavily, his voice like pulling an old bellows. The Primarch's physical strength was squeezed to the limit, his armor turned into broken ruins, and wounds of varying sizes appeared on his head and inside his trachea: but the Primarch still stood very steadily, and he was ready to throw himself into the next fierce battle at any time.

It is obvious: Luo Jia is no longer the weak scholar who was questioned by his brothers and even had his will doubted by mortals in the Perfect City.

Considering that the Emperor's Primarchs were incredibly talented beings, who could dominate the galaxy with just their innate knowledge, and who could absorb centuries of wisdom from others with just a little study: half a century of bloody crusade must have changed the Lord of the Word Bearers.

At least, he wouldn't hesitate any more when he needed to raise the hammer.

As long as they are willing to fight, victory is a matter of course for the Primarchs.

Luo Jia even felt like mocking the sinister-looking opponent in front of him. After a few minutes of hurried breathing, he found the strength to add a hint of sarcasm to the corners of his mouth, and pretended to be relaxed while praising the bravery of the bloodthirsty demon.

"You are indeed very strong: among the opponents I have defeated."

The Primarch nodded, paying his respects to the now breathless demon.

"It was an impressive fight: I don't think I'll ever forget you."

After saying this, the Primarch's gaze shifted to the weapon at his hand: the power scepter named Light of Revelation played a vital role in this battle. If he had only relied on his bare hands, Lorgar would probably not have been able to kill Khorne's proudest warrior with a single punch like he had killed the incarnation of Khaine.

But this is the limit of this weapon of great origin: although it was forged by the famous Iron Hands Primarch Ferrus and given to Lorgar, as Lorgar himself commented.

It is more of a symbol than an actual weapon.

Apparently, at least when the Gorgon of Medusa gave it to the Lord of the Word Bearers as a commemoration of their friendship in fighting side by side, he did not think that Lorgar was a warrior who needed weapons: Lorgar would have thought so at that time, but the situation is different now.

After leaving here, perhaps he will need a more handy weapon.

A scepter is just a scepter after all; it is not a weapon that can be used in life-and-death struggles.

The Primarch reminded himself in his heart that this little episode had disrupted his thoughts. When he reacted, he found that the demon corpse at his feet had begun to move.

Even though he was dead, Angras's huge body still made the Lord of the Word Bearers feel instinctive awe: the axe and whip wielded by this demon were larger than Lorgar himself, but what really made people think was the meaning behind it.

After the battle, when his mind calmed down and started to work again, Luo Jia realized what was happening before his eyes. What it meant: the past cognition and the worldview built up in the past were gradually collapsing at this moment.

Although Lorgar had already believed that there must be a force beyond nature and reality in this world as early as the first month after he landed on Colchis, this cognition was repeatedly strengthened when he built the Perfect City and when he meditated and talked with his brother Magnus.

But until now, until the corpse of the Great Daemon of Khorne turned to pus, the Primarch crouched down, reached out his hand, and touched the blasphemous flesh with his own hands, confirming that the horns, fangs, and axe were all real: the demon he had fought was real, it was not an illusion, but the real thing.

It was not until this time that the great speaker suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out that beyond their cognition, in the subspace, there really exists a world independent of the known world of mankind: a new logic, an unknown system, and never-imagined power and inheritance. It turns out that these are not just pipe dreams.

It turns out that heretical gods do exist: his father is not the only one.

It turns out that these gods really possess power independent of the real universe, are truly able to send out such killers, and are truly able to use the grandeur of the subspace: although Lorgar already knew and accepted this fact long before he met Ingsel.

However, it was just an illusion and was sent to a corner of history, which was far from a bloody war.

For a moment, the Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion froze in place. His mind began to work at an unprecedented speed, but his will remained silent in the chaos and confusion: he thought of countless things and possibilities, but he was at a loss like a baby.

When a new world, a world that you have heard of countless times and believe in its existence in your heart, is really slowly opening up before your eyes, anyone would feel at a loss: but despite this, there is one thing that Luo Jia can confirm.

He did not waver.

Admittedly, the mysterious existence in the warp and the demons they sent out severely shook his original worldview, but they did not shatter his soul: although he briefly thought about how ridiculous the scene before him would make the Imperial Truth, but then again, didn't he think so before?

What mattered was the Divine Emperor: his faith in Him was unshakable.

At least, this thing before his eyes: and the so-called gods who regard this thing as the strongest force under their command, will definitely not be able to shake the current Lord of the Word Bearers.

This demon could not defeat him: how could its god resist Lorgar's god?
Perhaps in another time and space, another time and space that was more ruthless to Lorgar: if the God-Emperor he believed in chose to crush the entire Perfect City to ashes, if there was a more powerful and more vicious agitator beside the Great Speaker, perhaps now, he would be obsessed with the possibilities presented by the warp.

But in this time and space, the Lord of the Word Bearers is more tenacious than others imagine.

Only a few though: but enough.

He remembered clearly how the God-Emperor he believed in acknowledged his faith in front of the City of Perfection. That was the first time he faced the entire legion with the dignity of a god, and it was also the happiest moment in Luo Jia's life.

After that, the Great Speaker had a more leisurely meditation period: after sending his adoptive father away, during weeks of dieting and meditation, some problems that once troubled the Primarch became clear.

The gears began to roll, and the long river of fate flowed to the other end: Although this was not a great turn that was enough to shake the entire universe, at least for Luo Jia himself, his future path fell into a new fog.

And all this began when he experienced a brief period of confusion and ideological struggle, his face returned to calm and composure, and he watched indifferently as the corpse of the bloodthirsty demon returned to dust.

The Primarch remained indifferent.

He even wanted to laugh.

If this is the strongest power that those so-called gods can dispatch, then does it mean...

"Father!"

An exclamation interrupted Luo Jia's thoughts.

It was Angertai who rushed to the battlefield immediately without even a moment of mourning for Angras's sudden fall.

This most powerful of the Word Bearers, Lorgar's favorite son, was ordered by his father to hide behind the distant sand dunes while the Primarch was fighting a life-and-death battle with the demons: although he was extremely eager to help his father, the rationality in Angertai's heart told him that facing this opponent as huge as a Titan, his blades and bombs would be of no help.

Angertai could only watch in agony as his father engaged in a life-and-death fight. Fortunately, although the battle was extremely brutal, it did not last long: there was an extremely vague red line between the Primarch and the Bloodthirsty Demon that could separate their essences.

This seems to prove that even the most powerful blades of the Four Chaos Gods are not from the same world as the Primarchs.

But Anglete didn't understand this.

When he was hiding, he really couldn't even think, because something that could temporarily shock Luo Jia's worldview was simply earth-shattering for the Word Bearer.

After reacting, he was also amazed at the size of Angrath, and the truth that this demon represented: but before he had time to be shocked by a new world, the Word Bearer began to worry about his father.

Although Luo Jia won, his scars were not fake: every time the demon's whip and axe blade hit the armor of the Great Word Bearer, Angertai, who could only stare blankly from a distance, felt heartbroken.

If only he were stronger...

Maybe his father wouldn't have to face such a monster alone.

As he witnessed the body of the bloodthirsty demon disappearing bit by bit, the Word Bearer's heart was filled with regret: it was as if there was a voice in the dark that despised the weakness he had just shown.

So what about the pride of being a Primarch?

When the Primarch needed him, Angertai could do nothing.

Will it happen again next time?
Is he just going to have to hide far away forever?

Could it be: Could it be that he would never have the power to help his father?
Unconsciously, Angertai felt his breathing become a little heavier, until Luo Jia patted his shoulder.

"Don't be stunned, my child."

The Primarch smiled at him: he thought the Word Bearers were stunned by what had just happened.

"Don't worry, Angertai, I'm pretty sure I smashed the demon's skull with my own hands." "In essence, it's no different from how we killed those aliens."

"Moreover, what we should be more concerned about is where we are now."

Luo Jia's words awakened the Word Bearer.

Angertai looked around and found that the Primarch's worries were not unfounded: even though they were also on a white sand dune, this was definitely not the old woman's world before, because there was a lack of crystalline land, and instead there was a strange kind of sand with a soft and sticky texture.

"What is certain is that we are still somewhere in the Eye of Terror."

Luo Jia looked up: Those twisted and crazy nebulae in the sky are so unique.

"And the second thing that is certain is that one of our friends is still waiting for us."

By the end of his words, the Primarch could no longer conceal the coldness that burst out of his throat.

Angertai also knew what his genetic father meant: because, just five hundred steps away from where Luo Jia killed Angras, the thin peach-colored figure was still waiting for them like a dry tree.

"Ingthal."

The Word Bearer bit at the name and could not help but reach for his pistol.

"Don't do that yet."

The original body stopped his action: Luo Jia still maintained his precious calm.

"We haven't found a way to go back yet."

"and……"

As the Primarch moved forward, he kept having some uncertain doubts.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with this witch from Cardia?"

"...That's right."

The Word Bearers also reacted.

"She looked...in pain."

"But also...happy? Contented?"

Ingres was speechless: for the first time, he found that he could not find an accurate word to describe the person in front of him.

Ingsel, she was not standing upright, but curled up in pain, holding her abdomen tightly, as if something was gnawing at her internal organs.

But on the face of the Cardian witch, the Word Bearers could not see even the slightest sign of pain: she was laughing and in ecstasy, as if the most wonderful thing in the world had happened to her.

The human-skin cloak squirmed on Ingthel's thin body, as if trying to merge with it.

The Word Bearer paused, and he wanted to raise his gun and shoot again: but after discovering that the Primarch did not hesitate, and continued to move towards Ingsel cautiously but firmly, Angertai thought for a moment and followed him.

Although deep down in his heart, the Emperor's warrior instinct told him that he should kill the witch in front of him as soon as possible.

However, loyalty to the Primarch ultimately overshadowed this tearful advice.

"Is this also... the power of those gods?"

"I am not sure."

Luo Jia's face was gloomy.

"But if they are: I'm glad my father wasn't one of them."

As they spoke, they had already walked in front of the Cadian witch. Ingsel raised her bloody head, and foul-smelling blood flowed from her forehead, pouring out from the invisible wounds and flowing into the corners of the Cadian's already grinning mouth.

"Ah... Luo Jia, blessed by God..."

Ingthor raised a hand as if to touch the Primarch's armor.

"Congratulations, you have passed the first test of the original truth."

"..."

Lorgar did not respond to her immediately: the Primarch looked at the witch with indifference, and there was still no wavering in his voice.

"Let me guess: this means I can get a new reward from them."

"The gods are generous."

Ingthal muttered something in a language they had never heard before, but they all understood it.

"What do you want to know, Luo Jia?"

"..."

The Primarch frowned and thought seriously.

Then, laughed.

"Well, no matter what I choose: you'll lead me into new traps."

"If that's the case, then let me see the limits of your abilities."

"Tell me what the future holds for me, my Legion, and my father."

"after all……"

A cunning arc of light flashed in the pupils of the Great Speaker.

"If you want to seduce me and turn me over to your side."

"That's the easiest way: isn't it?"

"What a smart statement."

Ingsel smiled grimly: the voice sounded like that of a dying old woman.

"The gods are willing to talk only to the wise and sensible: follow me, they want to see you."

Luo Jia frowned.

"Do you want me to go to them and throw myself into their trap, in their throne room and palace?"

"No need to worry."

The witch drew a sharp blade.

"You don't have to go anywhere."

"Right here, the gods will show you the future you want to see."

"And: Their power."

Before he finished speaking, Ingsel raised the ominous blade high in the air.

Then, he stabbed himself in the abdomen.

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(I came back late today, so I’ll just write these first. Luo Jia’s storyline will be finished tomorrow)

(End of this chapter)