Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 262 69, Koz: “I see.”

The war on Belia IV has not stopped yet, and this farce between brothers is still going on.

Outside the Maelstrom, on the Macragge's Glory belonging to the Regent, in the headquarters, the Imperial Regent Guilliman was watching the feedback from the battlefield.

He was silent for a long time, and then left without saying a word.

Guilliman dismissed the guards around him and went to a secret room alone.

This is not some confidential place, but an extremely spacious restaurant with twenty-one seats, enough to accommodate twenty-one giants to dine together.

On the surface, Guilliman is the most rational of the Primarchs, but in reality, he is the most emotional of the brothers.

When all the Primarchs forgot their former brotherhood for the sake of their own ideals and ambitions, he secretly built this restaurant, hoping that one day he could gather here with his brothers again.

He silently looked at the seating arrangement at the dining table and walked past the throne-like luxurious chair.

Number one, number two, number three. Number eight, number nine, number thirteen.
Guilliman counted silently in his mind, and every time he passed a chair, he felt mixed emotions.

Until the 16th, he stopped and recalled the past, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"Horus, if you cannot accept the future after the victory of the Great Crusade, where the Astartes are no longer needed, and if you still harbor anger towards the Emperor in your heart, you can vent it vigorously, but you are too cowardly. Once you face an unbeatable enemy, you always hope to seek help from others. This is your greatest fault."

"Whether the Warmaster's rebellion succeeded or not, it would have left a profound change on the Empire's legacy and would have become a heroic epic worthy of praise and tears. However, the gods fooled the gods into turning it into a tragic farce."

"The Warmaster, who was the focus of everyone's attention, became a puppet controlled by strings on the stage."

'How sad'

In the secret room, Guilliman's sigh echoed throughout the room, lingering for a long time.

The ground battlefield of Belia Planet IV, outside the core of the temple city.

Curze's claws pierced Horus' abdomen, but such an injury was not fatal to a Primarch and would not even affect his movements.

But as the claws stirred inside the abdominal cavity, every stirring of the blade made Horus feel unbearable pain.

The Night Haunter Curze did this on purpose. He was not in a hurry to end Horus' life, but to slowly torture the sinners, killing their inner selves before killing their bodies.
"Tell me, Horus, why did you come to this world?" Curze's low and gloomy voice sounded beside his ear, "You should tell the truth, so that you can suffer less, brother."

Horus remained silent.

He held Curze's claws tightly with both hands to prevent them from causing him more damage. At the same time, an invisible storm gathered around him.

Some people have witnessed the true appearance of Horus in the Warp. Witnesses said that it was a huge vortex, while others said that it was a sandstorm big enough to sweep across the Sea of ​​Souls.

Whatever the nature of the Warp was, it was shared among the gods on the eve of the Heresy.

They almost emptied Horus and stuffed his power back in.

But in order to fight against Dukor, the gods had to reluctantly release the true form of Horus again.

After all, a cloned Primarch who had lost the essence of the Warp would find it difficult to achieve an overwhelming victory against Dukel, let alone against the heroes of the Astartes.

At this moment, the storm of power gathered in Horus's hands.
"Brother, sooner or later you will understand my good intentions." Horus calmed down from his previous anger and said to Koz in a deep voice.

Afterwards, an unimaginable torrent of chaos erupted and a huge subspace storm took shape in an instant. Even Curze's demigod body could not withstand this brutal force and was blown away in a moment.

The dark scene was torn apart in an instant. Even the mortal soldiers several kilometers away had to lie tightly on the ground to avoid being blown away by this force.

The power of the storm expanded outward, stirring everything around it. The empire's fortifications were uprooted, and even the clouds in the sky were rolled into a huge vortex.

When the storm dissipated, the imperial soldiers climbed up from the ground in shock. They were shocked to find that all the demigods present had disappeared.

It was as if the giants they had seen before were just illusions.

Horus temporarily got rid of Curze. He covered the wound on his abdomen and quickly moved towards his destination.

He had no intention of seeking revenge on Koz, although he had enough confidence to defeat him, but it would take time.

What he lacks most now is time.

Even though Horus had tried his best to restrain his strength just now, he knew that this would still attract Dukel's attention.

Dukel is coming soon, and he must finish what he needs to do before then, otherwise everything will be in vain.

On the other side, Great Speaker Lorca was still wandering in the darkness. He fled in panic, throwing a psychic spell behind him from time to time.

But even so, the flock of crows behind him still followed him like a shadow.

The flock of crows kept approaching, and Luo Jia retreated in panic.

But at this moment, a blue foot suddenly emerged from the darkness behind him.

The retreating Luo Jia tripped and stumbled to the ground.

Just when he was confused, he saw a giant in blue armor slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Guilliman?" Lorgar screamed, followed by a spontaneous hatred.

"It is I," Guilliman responded, before grabbing a handful of dust from the ground and dropping it in front of him. "This is for you, brother."

"What do you mean?!" Luo Jia roared back.

"This is the perfect city. What? Have you forgotten, brother? It is such a beautiful city, carrying everything you dream of. It was destroyed by me." Guilliman sneered and opened his hands, letting the dust flow through his fingers.

"Look bro, your perfect city is blown away."

Lorgar's face was livid and he clenched his teeth tightly, but Guilliman seemed to have no idea of ​​his emotions at all.

"The Perfect City is reduced to dust, as worthless as you are," Guilliman continued.

"Admit it, Lorgar. You are a pitiful creature. You are not loved by anyone. Your adoptive father hates you, and the Emperor hates you as well. You are not valued by anyone. Compared with other brothers, you are so insignificant. You are more pitiful than Perturabo. At least he chose to change, and you can only accept it obediently."

Lorgar looked directly at Guilliman, the other's words drilling into his heart like nails. In his eyes at this moment, the face of the Lord of the Ultramarines was so abominable.

But Guilliman continued to speak to himself, "When you called the Emperor God, when you claimed to be a believer of the Emperor. I began to despise you. All you have pursued in your life is to make yourself a puppet living for others. You pursue those illusory beliefs and ignore the construction of your own soul."

"Think of the Perfect City, those believers who were ruled by you and shouted the name of the Emperor. They shouted your name, carried out great deeds in the name of the Emperor, and built statues for him, but they never thought that their god would hate them so much. They died in despair, and their god destroyed them with his own hands."

"And this is all your fault, Luo Jia, because you dare not tell them in person - God hates you."

Guilliman's words were extremely sharp, like the sharpest sword in the galaxy, piercing Lorgar's heart through the thick armor.

"I don't care about that anymore, Guilliman. You are so ignorant that you can't understand what a great thing I am doing." Lorgar took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"You are foolish to try to sway me with what happened ten thousand years ago, Guilliman." "No, I have no intention of swaying you. I just want to tell you in person their final outcome. - After you kneel down to me." Guilliman's lips curled up into a smile, but this smile made Lorca feel a little uneasy and fearful.

"Before I ordered the Imperial fleet to begin the purge, I gave those ignorant believers a chance to evacuate. However, they refused to leave."

"Because you built faith for them, you promised them faith, and let them indulge in fulfilling delusions to escape the suffering of reality. But when this faith collapsed, when they knew that God despised them and everything you said was a lie - they would rather be destroyed."

"Luo Jia, do you remember an old craftsman who made a statue for you with extreme patience, just to satisfy you. Do you want to know his ending?"

“Stop talking!” The Great Speaker finally lost his composure. He smashed the other party with the scepter in his hand, and dusty memories flooded into his mind.

The destruction of the Perfect City not only shattered Luo Jia's lifelong dream, but also buried his few mortal friends.

Those lovely, innocent mortals were destroyed by the Eternal Emperor simply because they viewed Him as a god.

The death of these close friends made Luo Jia no longer have any attachment to the empire.

The Great Bearer attacked Guilliman frantically, but the opponent was as agile as a shadow and avoided his every attack.

"The craftsman died. He could not believe that God would reject them. He could not believe that the Son of God who said he would lead them in worship would shamelessly deceive them. He prostrated himself in front of your statue in despair, using his flesh and blood to stop the imperial soldiers from destroying it, until every bit of his flesh and blood was smeared on your statue."

"You must die, Guilliman, you must die!" Lorgar roared, making a hysterical sound.

The scars he buried deep in his heart and the sorrow he was unwilling to tell others turned into terrifying nightmares, gnawing at his past day and night.

At this moment, it was ruthlessly revealed by Guilliman, and in the most mocking manner.

"The Perfect City was destroyed by my own hands. I personally issued the extermination order. When the artillery bombarded the city-state built with your hard work and submerged the statues you cast, I heard the wailing of those believers who were deceived by you. Until their bodies turned into ashes, they were still shouting the name of Lorca."

Guilliman lowered his voice, whispering like a demon, but making sure Lorgar could hear everything.

"Guilliman, I will tear you to pieces, I swear!" Lorca completely lost his mind.

The destruction of the Perfect City has always been the nightmare he least wanted to recall, but at this moment Guilliman was telling him the details.

And these are the things he least wants to hear, and the things he dare not even think about.

A dark shadow as deep as ink enveloped Luo Jia.

Among the shadows, the Great Word Bearer heard the flutter of crows' wings.

But this time, he did not run away.

He vowed to kill Guilliman today, no matter what the cost.

Lorgar continued to move closer to Guilliman, but just as he made up his mind, he felt a giant hand grab his wrist and drag him out of the shadows.

The Great Speaker looked over with red eyes, and happened to see Horus's gloomy face.

Under the other party's gaze, Luo Jia's burning anger gradually died down, and his thoughts calmed down.

"Thank you, brother. I almost made a big mistake." Luo Jia took a deep breath and thought about what happened just now. He couldn't help but feel a little scared.

He was blinded by anger. If he was killed there by the Crow King, then all that he hoped for would never be realized.

Lorca thanked Horus sincerely.

But Horus did not accept it. He coldly pressed Lorca, "Brother, although I have agreed to your plan, you still have reservations about me. Now that we are here, you must tell me everything."

Horus's expression was a little abnormal, but Lorca didn't care, because he did keep some of it in mind during the previous communication.

At this moment he thought this was Horus expressing his displeasure.

"Of course." Luo Jia answered immediately. When he talked about this, his expression immediately became enthusiastic, and even his eyes were shining.

"It all starts with our origins." Lorgar's expression was a little intoxicated. "As early as the beginning of the Diaspora, the Emperor pretended to be humble and traveled around the galaxy. Looking for the portal to the realm of the immortal gods, he promised to offer treasures that only those who were about to become gods could provide, and gained their trust. The gods gave him a part of their power, and he used it to study science and eventually solved the mysteries of creation."

"But the Emperor had no intention of keeping his promise and repaying his debt. He betrayed the gods and fused the gift with his own genetic technology to create a demigod."

"Brother, the blood of the Immaterial Realm flows in our veins. As you know, the place where our mysteries are revealed is Morro, and the portal of power lies deep beneath the rocks of Lupacalia."

Having said that, Lorgar looked at Horus. He knew that the other party had been there before.

But Horus just nodded slightly and didn't say much.

Luo Jia didn't care about it. His emotions were already extremely high at this moment. "But brother, can you imagine? Outside the chaotic eight-direction realm, there is an independent realm. That is where the original truth is, where the eight directions meet, and where everything begins and ends."

"That is the temple where the true God resides. And we will be the first to open the door. Horus, aren't you planning to open Moloch's Gate again and go deep inside to seek the treasure? There is no need to do so, because I tell you, the treasure behind this door is a hundred times greater than Moloch's!"

Lorgar looked at Horus expectantly.

But Horus just frowned slightly, "How can you be sure that we can get the treasure?"

he asked the Great Bearer.

"Of course I am sure, because that is where the true God lives. Unlike the false God in the galaxy, the true God responds to everything!"

As if he had ascended to the realm of divine reality, the Great Speaker Luojia was filled with joy and radiance.

Belief in the true God is Luo Jia's lifelong pursuit.

When he saw the true face of the Emperor, he no longer regarded the Emperor as a God. Even the gods of the Warp were nothing more than false gods in his eyes, and he refused to offer his faith to any of them.

Over the past ten thousand years, in addition to avoiding the pursuit of the Crow King, Luo Jia has been committed to the research of the "original truth".

Until he discovered that the realm in the middle really existed, he decided to embark on the journey to find the true God, even at the risk of being killed by the Crow King.

Fortunately, he is now only one step away from opening the door.

He looked at Horus expectantly, waiting for his response.

Horus smiled.

"I see, so this is your plan?"

Under Lorca's horrified gaze, Horus's face gradually distorted and turned into a pale face.

"Conrad Curze?!" The Great Bearer exclaimed in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)