Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 348 Some Chaos Gods’ Favorite Episode (Maybe)

A hateful and shameful betrayer! A self-degraded enemy of the Emperor! A demon who brought suffering, humiliation, and blasphemy upon the holy Dorne!

To fight against and ultimately destroy it, this must be the meaning of their presence here!
Indeed, to simultaneously save Holy Dorn and defeat a Daemon Primarch, an Emperor's Champion is not enough to fully fulfil his own sacred duty -

It takes an entire company to stand firm in their beliefs like a champion, to gain a true vision that is not deceived by the seemingly harmless appearances displayed by any of the Unliving—

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The Black Templars watched in grief as the only remnant of holy Dorn in the golden man-shaped coffin meekly delivered itself to the heretic, allowing him to cover the glorious holy name of the God-Emperor with a new, blasphemous name he had given him.

"Oh, little Magna, I'm glad to see you again, too—"

Magnar?! The name "Great" was used by the Demon Lord at this moment to refer to their gene father in such a playful and frivolous way. It sounded like the most violent ridicule and mockery of Dorne and the sons of Dorne.

When they first heard Holy Dorn respond happily to the title bestowed by the demon, several believers had to immediately activate the built-in sedative injection in their power armor to stop themselves from charging towards the Demon Lord in anger.

The tall and upright golden demigod curled up with his head and shoulders under the silver claws of his enslaver, listening carefully to the teachings full of corrosive venom and blasphemous whispers of the demon lord who was reclining on the huge twisted throne made of countless human skins (? ) and full of temptation of decadent pleasure at first glance.

"Um...really? You're coming to help me? But you can't be away for too long and you can't go alone. How are you going to help me? Oh? With them?"

The demon lord, wrapped in silver armor and blue-glowing cables, turned his face with a false smile to the silent Black Templars—and then made a contrived expression, as if he was really surprised.

"What the hell are you guys wearing..."

Ramizarn glanced at the full war gear worn by the leading Black Templars with dismay: the surface of the shiny black power armor anointed with holy oil had purity mark strips made of the skin (of the most devout monks who had passed away) and bright red sealing wax densely covering the edges, and there were also several chains hanging from their shoulder armor.

At the bottom of the chain hung several skulls that were whitened and opened their mouths wide as if roaring silently. Oh, damn! The skull with both eyes covered by metal bands even had the trace of a third eye on its forehead! You also used the navigator's head as an armor ornament? What for? As a talisman? !
I say, you Black Templars really should stop worshipping corpses and bones so much!

and many more.

...your dark-based power armor has dripping fat and red solids, floating human skin, and a head hanging on chains...

…Although it is very clean and incense-scented, strictly speaking it is quite handsome, but why does it look a bit familiar when I look at it casually? Did I just come back from somewhere and help some not-so-loyal Astartes change these bad hygiene habits of hanging a bunch of corpses? …

Magnar gently patted Ramizane who was lost in his memories, and brought his thoughts back to the conversation at hand. (In the eyes of the Black Templars, the Holy Martyr Dorn carefully touched the demon, as if his mind was completely dependent on it, which made everyone's heart tighten again. The champions tightened their weapons.)
"Well, well, let me ask them who is willing to go in your place? Oh oh..." The Demon Lord's face, which looked pale and peaceful, almost not like a warrior, turned to them. The eyes of every Black Templar who was unwilling to look away and succumb to his evil were pierced by the dazzling light and shed physiological tears.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask." In the ears of Castle Caleb and the others, the evil words of the Demon Lord in a soft and corrosive voice were heard.

"You heard it, too. Now I need a few (voluntary/sacrificial offerings) to go to Wandering Port and do a... um... public display? Although little Magna volunteered, I'm still a little worried. What do you think?"

Before the Black Templars could react, the Demon Lord added with a disgusting smirk, "I know you may not be good at doing things other than fighting, but if you can abide by the rules, I can let a few of you take my place..."

"We are willing." Before he could finish, the priest immediately answered, holding his rosary tightly, his voice sonorous and powerful, "Wait, demon! Never underestimate the noble faith and determination to sacrifice of the Sons of Dorne and the Emperor's warriors!"

"…It's been a long time since anyone (dared) called me that. I kind of miss it. What's your name?"

The Demon Lord approached Geratos playfully.

It was not until he stood up from the human skin (?) throne filled with who knows what kind of invisible blasphemy that the Black Templars realized how huge the Demon Primarch was. His huge shadow enveloped them, and the scorching light made their eyes go black. The overwhelming power of truth almost burned their armor off their skin.

The suffering and pain from the demons will never crush them, but will only make them more resilient, to prove their loyalty, for the revenge of the God-Emperor, and for Dorne.

"Geratos, Champion of the Emperor and bearer of His words! Daemon!"

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"Let me go," Brother Atreus said firmly. "I am the first to receive the revelation, and of course, I should be the first to sacrifice for the holy Dorne. This is the blood contract between us and the God-Emperor, and you cannot stop me from fulfilling my mission."

"We don't know yet what exactly the blasphemer intends to do."

"But we can't let the Holy Father serve as a sacrifice and we just sit here and watch? There have never been and never will be cowards in the Black Templar!" Geratos roared angrily.

"I remind you brothers that although the Emperor's Champion can ignore the orders of his former superiors and chapters, since we are all His warriors now, our command system can function again." Castle Lord Caleb was still the calmest among them - if you didn't count the fanatical chains that were locked on both of his hands by iron juice.

"Indeed," the priest agreed. "You need to be in charge here, Caleb. So let Atreus take the second and third initiates to the demon's altar to be whipped by the malicious eyes of the secular world, and I will serve the hypocritical and evil enemy in place of the holy victims."

"Geratos!"

"That's it," Geratos showed them the melta bombs on his body, "Don't worry, if anything really happens, I will never bring shame to my father and the emblem of the Black Templar."

(End of this chapter)