Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 795 Say it
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Ramizam knew perfectly well that not a single word Eribas said could be trusted.

But what he didn't expect was that when he faced the scene of "Irebas murdering the warlord (Petulabo)," his first reaction would be to freeze on the spot with numb hands and feet.

—Aside from vaguely remembering the overwhelming sense of destruction that surged through my heart, I don't even remember the situation or what I said at the time. So what happened after I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks...?
Fortunately, the subsequent conversation brought him back to reality, which in a way can be considered as Irebas once again (?) saving the course of galactic history.

Therefore, when the Nemesis Blade first touched the War Master, it did not kill him, but only injured him and made him fall into a coma. As a loyal tool of the Four Gods, Erebas did not have any major problems in carrying out this task.

He immediately went to check on Horus's condition. At least he was breathing and had a heartbeat; thank goodness...

First, trick Erebas into admitting whether he tampered with anything on the soul level. As for the physical wounds... cough cough, isn't this Horus's body?

So now, Lamizain faces a problem.

As a reader who can read but often mixes up or misses things, he at least wouldn't misremember the series of efficient actions taken by a certain word-wielder after the incident of "the nemesis slashing the war general".

First, he used the Nemesis Blade to slash the Warmaster until he was critically injured, unconscious, and beyond saving, creating pressure and tension within the Legion. Then, through the Warriors' Society, which he had already controlled, he proposed, "I know that the native societies on Devon have a way to heal the Warmaster and bring him back to life."

At this moment, Irebas's words would inadvertently become a "lighthouse" for the panicked and leaderless crowd who were seeking help because of the War General's coma.

—Don’t ask why the whole legion fell into chaos when the top leader fell, because regardless of whose will or considerations it was, the fact is that the Sixteenth Legion had no second-in-command besides Horus himself…Although having a capable second-in-command is not necessarily a good thing, this is also recorded in the First Legion.

Neither the lone minister Malhohorst nor the shadowy Council of the Four Kings possessed the power and prestige to step forward and take control of the situation.

Therefore, the unseen controller behind the warriors' association has now become the most powerful figure.

Subsequently, when dealing with those who had doubts about this at warrior association gatherings, he would use other people to coerce them into conforming to the prevailing opinion by using subtle emotional blackmail such as "brotherhood" and "why do you not want the war commander to wake up?"

Finally, those who are least supportive of association activities will be considered to be directly excluded from the decision-making group, or their opinions will be considered less important because they are not present.

Having secured enough support from the Legion warriors of the Erebas to transfer the comatose Warmaster, even the Chief Priest, alone, was able to accomplish the "feat" that no one had previously thought possible: to command the warriors of the Sixteenth Legion, in the form of an Astartes of the Seventeenth Legion, to move their comatose Primarchs out of the stasis field of the infirmary, transport them to the surface, and send them to the Alien Society Temple.

All of the above should have been completed with astonishing efficiency during Devon's Moon and Devon after arriving in Devon, leaving no time for reflection or regret before entering the Temple Trial Battle.

Now that they clearly haven't taken this preliminary step, they don't know how to proceed...

Ramizan remained silent for too long, while Perturabo's appearance was quite dignified and solemn when he was not speaking and was just deep in thought.

Eribus remained kneeling, unresponsive to any calls to rise, and grew increasingly anxious: Had his assumptions and estimations about this strange, powerful, and suddenly appearing deity been wrong? Yet the desires of the four gods, and even the false gods, ultimately converged, and a deity would never appear out of thin air…

Many years ago, when Colchis was just a child, he had already grasped the face of ultimate truth.

The reason for coming here to take action was also obtained from the revelation of the Most High God.

If he were to try to guess what this unfamiliar deity cared about, he really couldn't guess any more possibilities.

Finally, the god who had perhaps unexpectedly broken through the shackles set up for them by the false gods and was lying dormant in the body of the Lord of Steel slowly spoke.

"...That's...very good."

Iribus felt a sense of lightness throughout his body and soul, only then belatedly realizing how many prying eyes and ears had been hiding on him.

Lamizane originally wanted to ask, "So how do you plan to offer him to me next?"
But after thinking about it, I realized that since everyone was being mistaken for an evil god by a super villain like Iribus, asking him that question might make me look foolish.
How should I phrase this in a way that maintains a sophisticated air...? Oh right, I've always had a feeling that I might try testing the waters with him now, even if it doesn't work out...

"Hmm... I accept your gift. He will become my champion, the most powerful representative in the galaxy. This is the path you guided him onto. So,..."

The deity opened its mouth and clearly whispered a name.

"...Now that you have accomplished this destined task, what reward do you desire?"

Aribus, his face contorted from a greedy smile to one of utter terror and horror, abruptly looked up and stared in horror at the being before him.

"Has no one called you that in so long? Don't you recognize the name?"

Irebas's face was almost distorted to the point of being deformed, but he did not deny it.

The god opposite, with the face of the Lord of Steel, revealed a smile more terrifying than the Grim Reaper.

[Old Earth profanity]! It really is him! It really is him! I actually guessed the name correctly based on those clues! Doesn't that mean...

As Ramizan's mind raced, he lowered his voice, the Primarch's deep, thunderous voice echoing through the drawing room.

"Indeed, you are the true god!" Two flushed, feverish redness rose on the chief priest's tattooed face. "Even the most powerful beings in the High Heaven have never been able to call upon my true name! You are indeed all-knowing!"

“That’s not entirely wrong, is it?” Ramizane reached out and stroked Horus’s head, which was resting on the desk. In Eribus’s eyes, it was like people reaching out to pick ripe fruit at the table.

"So, what reward do you want? Aren't you afraid of being purged by those you once served by turning against you?"

The other party's playful tone indicated that they were in complete control, and the fact that the Supreme Heavenly Being had just frantically replenished the other party's power expansion already said it all. Was there any need to consider this?

“I was born to serve the true God, therefore I will only carry out the will of the true God.” He bowed again. “And if you give the word, we will destroy all the temples and scriptures of false gods, so that believers will only kneel in your temple and only recite your name.”

“Therefore,” the chief priest knelt down, his hands in a prayerful gesture, his eyes filled with joy at the darkness that was about to descend upon the galaxy.

"The reward I ask for is to tell me your name, to give me your tokens and scriptures so that I may recite them, so that I may be informed of my original self, and the title of the true God whom we will be fortunate to worship."

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"You bastard!! What are you doing lying there pretending to be dead if nothing's wrong! Did you hear everything?!?! Ahhhhh, I'm so embarrassed I'm digging my toes into the ground!!!"

After putting on a dramatic, melodramatic villain introduction with Iribus and using an excuse to leave his nemesis Blade behind to send him away temporarily, Ramizam hurriedly went to check on Peturabo's situation.

To everyone's surprise, the other person immediately sat up, clutching his shoulder, after Iribas left. However, before he could even speak, he had to dodge the documents, data tablets, sofa cushions, and other miscellaneous items thrown at him.

—It seems like they only realized they were about to explode after the person left.

"You bastard, you're playing dead! You scared me to death, you know that?! Huh?! I was completely stunned! If I hadn't been frozen in place and hadn't reacted so quickly, I would have pounced on Irebas and gouged out his eyes! You're playing dead! Leaving me there to spout nonsense and deal with him!"

"...It was wrong of me not to tell you, but if I had, you would definitely have immediately teamed up with me to take him down..."

"Shouldn't we have killed him?! Isn't he worth crushing?! You just let him use the Nemesis Blade on you?! Huh?! Even though it's someone else's body, what if the Nemesis Blade damages the soul?! Do you know that it actually killed Horus's soul in the old man's hands later?!"

"Uh... So, what does it have to do with me, Peturabo, that the Nemesis Blade can designate Horus as the target of its attack? He suddenly changed his mind and attacked at this time. I was trying to see what he was planning to do next, so I stayed still."

Ramizam stared at him.

"[A type of plant]."

"...You didn't expect that? I thought you..."

"I [swear] How could I have imagined seeing you lying there with Arebas right next to you?!"

"..."

“I really don’t know what to say, Peturabo.” Ramizan paced back and forth irritably. “I… I didn’t expect you to think that this situation was something you could treat me like this.”

"I didn't mean to..."

For a moment I thought you were dead!

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"Then what is the point of all this that I'm doing here?"

"..."

"To be honest, I don't remember exactly what happened back then, but I remember the sadness and anger I felt at that moment. All I wanted was..."

"The destruction of all things."

The being turned and stared into Peturabo's eyes, which held a complex array of emotions.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to me about this?"

The voice said that it was the rhythm of all things, the eternal song sung by living and dead, the crackling of the fire and the warmth of the sun, the sound of the lightest, heaviest, farthest, closest, most enduring, and also the most rapidly changing thing in the world.

Peturabo stared, vaguely knowing—no, he suddenly knew what he should say—but the last vestiges of his temper and self-awareness made him feel both annoyed and as if he were being forced, as if speaking out would mean losing something important that he had clung to for ten thousand years.

So what if it means sacrificing the galaxy?! Can't Peturabo do it? No one can make him bow down! He'll do it anyway…

Then his gaze fixed on a point of light in the void.

Peturabo pursed his lips tightly, then lowered his gaze, sighed, and let out a sigh of relief.

"sorry."

He said.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tested you with my own safety. I'm sorry."

—It turns out that saying sorry isn't as hard to accept as I imagined.

(End of this chapter)