Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 263: 70, Your day has not yet come

Luo Jia looked at the pale face of Koz in front of him with a hideous grin, and he felt a chill deep in his bones.

"So it's you who's behind all this." He quickly figured out everything that had happened before.

Curze first used his fear of the Raven King to drive him away. Then he used his hatred for Guilliman to disturb his heart and make him gradually lose his mind. Finally, he borrowed the appearance of Horus to save him and took advantage of his shock to gain his trust.

Psychological warfare is what Coze excels at.

Luo Jia was caught off guard by the interlocking arrangements. The other party won and successfully extracted the purpose of their trip from him.

The reason why the opponent was able to win so easily was not only because of Curze's accurate insight into people's hearts, but more importantly, it was because of an ability that this former Midnight Haunter had never shown before.
Luo Jia was guessing in his mind the specific effect of this ability.

There was just one thing that puzzled him.

This was definitely a great opportunity. If Koz had taken advantage of this opportunity to launch a sneak attack on me, he could have easily seriously injured me.

But the other party did not do so. Instead, he took the initiative to reveal his true face in front of him.

Of course, this does not rule out Koz's bad taste.

The Night Haunter loves to watch his prey struggle in vain in fear.

And Lorca also admitted that in the previous moment, when he saw Horus in front of him gradually transforming into the appearance of Curze, he did suffer a great psychological shock.

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"When did you learn such a trick, brother?" Luo Jia stared at Koz in front of him, not missing any expression on the other side.

"We're all different now, aren't we?" Coze asked him back.

After hearing this answer, Koz suddenly laughed, and his slightly nervous expression relaxed.

"You are not Curze. Although you pretend well, you talk too much unnecessarily."

Luo Jia turned and left, no longer paying attention to Koz in front of him.

It was as if what was near him was not a terrifying midnight ghost, but a ball of air.

"Are you crazy, brother?" Koz laughed strangely and chased after him, following him like a shadow.

At this moment, Luo Jia suddenly turned around and hit him with the scepter in his hand.

Curze dodged the attack easily, as light as a shadow.

But such an action also confirmed Luo Jia's guess.

"Look, you are not him." Lorgar continued, "You are not Curze, and of course you are definitely not an illusion. You are just a warp entity controlled by him. I don't know what kind of power you have, but you are definitely not able to harm a Primarch."

"You knew this clearly, so you deliberately transformed yourself into Curze's appearance. Your original intention was just to delay my progress and wait for the arrival of the real Curze, or even Dukel."

Seeing through the other party's intentions from the clues, Luo Jia regained his confidence and looked somewhat proud.
"Now, get out of my sight and make way for me, or I will throw you into the fire."

He ignored the ghost with the appearance of Curze, and no longer felt any fear in his heart.

By this time, Luo Jia had completely seen through Koz's abilities.

He gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation with Koz, but his steps became more and more hurried, and he was anxious to leave.

He and Horus knew equally well that if Dukor intercepted them before they reached the temple, all their great visions of the future would become illusions that could never be realized.

In order for everything to go smoothly, he and Horus made a lot of preparations long before the operation began to prevent unexpected situations.

But they never expected that disaster would come here in the form of the Midnight Haunter.

With his formidable abilities, Koz created unimaginable dilemmas for them.

Too much time has been wasted.

Duker could show up at any time and crush all their dreams under his feet.

'Koz' stood there without saying anything. His gloomy eyes on his pale face silently watched the departure of the Great Speaker.

The light around Lorgar dimmed rapidly, and even though the Daemon Primarch used all of his senses, he could not see through the end of the darkness as he should have.

The deep darkness is the most instinctive fear of mankind, but the Great Speaker has no fear at this time.

The Primarch had an excellent memory, so he had already memorized the original route, so even if he couldn't see anything, he wouldn't get lost in the darkness.

"Wow!--" The crow's cry echoed in the darkness, like a death sentence.

Lorgar hates the sound of crows because it is the symbol of the Raven Lord.

And these annoying noises indicated that the Midnight Haunter had not given up chasing him and was trying to scare him away in this way.

Luo Jia raised his head, and then the darkness in front of him gradually cracked, revealing the scene in front of him. A group of crows sat on the dead branches, the black crow feathers almost blended into the darkness, and pairs of dead eyes looked down at him, with no mercy.

Luo Jia paused slightly almost instinctively.

"You can't scare me away anymore!" The Great Bearer growled in a low voice, facing the blockade of crows.

"Where are you going, pathetic loser." A giant in azure armor walked out of the darkness, holding a sword burning with golden flames. "Sometimes I wonder if the only reason for your existence is because the Emperor felt that there should be a clown among the Primarchs. This is an indispensable role in every royal court."

Luo Jia gritted his teeth and walked past the blue giant without saying a word.

At this moment, he could only tell himself in his heart that all this was not real, so as to suppress the urge to smash Guilliman.

Luo Jia continued walking in the darkness. As he moved forward, the light began to return and the surroundings became brighter.

Just when the Great Speaker thought that he had escaped the pursuit of the Midnight Haunter and breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the source of the restored light.

Endless flames lit up in front of him, and when the darkness dissipated, the surroundings seemed as bright as day.

"You have no way to escape!" At the end of the flames, a giant taller than him stood with a sword in his hand.

Then the raging fire turned into the opponent's corridor, and the brave and elegant giant warrior rushed towards him like a luxurious but invincible chariot.

As the fire lit up the ground, Luo Jia felt unspeakable fear and despair.

The bravery of the Second Primarch is undisputed among the brothers, but after thousands of years, the opponent's power has become more elusive.

When the mighty chariot of fire rolls past, everyone and everything can only choose to dodge or retreat.

At this time, Luo Jia had no way to escape.

Therefore, he made a move that was incomprehensible to all life. The Great Speaker actually took the initiative to rush towards the other party, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened.

Until the two collided, all the flames suddenly dissipated.

Luo Jia stood there, breathing heavily.

"Son of God--" An old, charred corpse crawled to his feet and called him in a hoarse voice.

Luo Jia's eyes suddenly shrank the moment he saw the other person.

Even though the other person was no longer in human form, he still recognized his identity.

Old John, one of his earliest followers and one of his few true friends who shared the same ideals.

Luo Jia once instilled faith in him and outlined a perfect and bright future for him.

But the other party had already been burned up along with the Perfect City.

"Sir, is everything we are pursuing really meaningful?" the mummy asked Luo Jia.

Luo Jia opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He felt guilty, and even though he knew the other party was fake, he was too ashamed to face the questions from his former best friend.

Finally, he walked around the mummy and said, "It will happen." The Great Speaker said without turning his head. He seemed to be answering the mummy's question, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

He walked forward with firm steps.

While walking on the road, Luo Jia heard the call again.

He saw Horus walking out of the darkness. He looked a little disheveled, with blood stains still on the wound on his abdomen.

"Your little tricks are of no use to me." The Great Speaker sneered and raised the weapon in his hand.

Just as he was about to hit Horus in front of him with his weapon.

The vortex of the storm instantly sucked him in, and he and Horus disappeared together on the spot.

Shortly after they left, golden light illuminated the battlefield.

Dukel's figure appeared in the light, and he looked at the area that had fallen into polar night with his brows slightly frowned.

In the darkness, countless warp entities pounced on him, the only source of light, like moths trying to extinguish flames with their wings.

Duke ignored the ghosts.

Although Curze's appearance on Belia IV was completely unexpected, he knew that these ghosts were not enemies but servants of the Night King because he had had contact with Curze before.

"Duke." The darkness in front of him slowly opened like a curtain, revealing the figure of the Night King.
"I already know what they are going to do, Horus and Lorca."

Koz told Duker all the information he had obtained before without reservation.

Duker listened carefully, and at first his expression remained calm.

But as Koz spoke, his expression became shocked.

Horus and Lorgar finally arrived at the heart of the temple city. At the far end of the spider-shaped shadow, guarded by eight temple altars, there was a wide square scattered with the most ancient chaos dust and incense ashes.

The Great Speaker had already arranged everything here.

The buildings here looked somewhat ancient. Although they were equipped with biochemical machinery and bizarre industrial equipment, the styles of these complex creations clearly gave Horus a sense of familiarity that made him uncomfortable.

Slender crane armatures and portals constructed of steel, cables, and flesh.

It is hard to imagine how much effort the Great Speaker had put in to leave behind a ritual altar underground in the core area of ​​this huge temple city that even the imperial soldiers could not detect.

In this place stood twenty-two flaming towers, with altars so high that they reached the sky, and if they had not been built deep underground, their spires would have almost pierced the clouds.

All the mechanical devices nearby were shrouded in his shadow, and Horus saw at a glance the rune looking down at all living beings from high above.

It was an emblem he had never seen before, and above the emblem was a blazing brazier.

Streams of coolant flowed down the ditches from more than a dozen secondary altars, and large groups of wizards and Word Bearers shuttled through every staircase and road in groups.

In the crowd, Horus saw terrifying demons hanging in the air, being tortured in various ways by the Word Bearers.

These people were like the most fanatical believers, chanting obscure scriptures to offer their insignificant sacrifice to the unknown existence.

The energy from the highest heaven continuously gathered here. The high priest stood on the altar, and the final sacrifice was about to be completed.

"Why must the ceremony be held here?" Horus asked Lorca as he looked at the spectacular sights around him.

He couldn't understand why the ceremony had to be held in such a dangerous location.

"After our measurements, this is the weakest point between the Warp and the Central Realm." Lorca took out a handful of black ashes from his arms and continued to explain to Horus.

"The portal in the central area is extremely strong, which is why it is not noticed. The ceremony is far more than this. The war in the Belia Galaxy is also a necessary part of the ceremony. A large number of emotional storms will weaken the portal as much as possible. The purpose here is just to push it open in one go."

Luo Jia's expression was full of the fanaticism of a devout person, and there was no rationality at all.

Horus took a deep breath. At first, he had never considered Lorgar's proposal.

Because the whole proposal was filled with a sense of unreliability, he did not hold out much hope for the ceremony.

If the power displayed by Dukel and the Empire had not been too strong, he might not have tried the Great Bearer's proposal until now.

Just as he was about to ask something else, the chanting on the altar reached its climax.

A huge force suddenly erupted on the high platform, and the primordial flame instantly enveloped the priests, the altar, and the surrounding twenty-two-story towers.

Everything seemed to be on fire in an instant, but the strange thing was that the flames seemed illusory and did not harm anyone or anything.

Lorgar and Horus were also enveloped by the flames. They were panicked for a moment at first, but when they found that the flames had no malicious intent, they began to carefully stare at the subsequent changes.

Whispering voices echoed in the minds of the two Primarchs, carrying with them infinite experiences, countless mathematical knowledge, and complex and abstract concepts that all poured into their consciousness.

There seemed to be a familiar tone mixed in with the whispers, and the tone was getting louder and louder.

But they could not understand the specific meaning of the whispers.

The whispers became louder and louder, until it sounded like thousands of people were chanting at the top of their lungs in his ears.

There was some pain in Lorca and Horus' eyes, as if all the truths of the universe were being poured into their minds.

But they were unable to understand and absorb it, so they had a splitting headache.

The sound gradually reached its climax.

Time and space suddenly froze.
The grand gate was suddenly pushed open before their eyes.

Lorgar and Horus' consciousness entered the unknown realm at the same time. The dark star hidden in the sky cast thousands of sword-like rays of light.
"This is..." Horus was still at a loss.

"True God!——" Luo Jia had already knelt on the ground, prostrating himself like the most devout believer.
"Please accept our insignificant faith and show us your supreme mercy."

The black star did not speak, but they could feel that a great will was examining him. After an unknown amount of time, he heard a great will echoing in their minds.
When the first word "Ru" was spoken, there was a momentary pause in the will, just like a system with incorrect logic, which was stuck for a moment.

But at this time, no one paid attention to these details.

"Your day has not yet come." The great being gave his will, as if thinking, "Perhaps it is unknown at this moment."

Like the whisper of a god.

Horus opened his mouth, as if he had a question to ask.

"Five years." But at this moment, a deadline suddenly appeared in the minds of the two Primarchs.

The next moment, the two felt dizzy. When they opened their eyes again, their feet were standing on the land of Belia IV again.

The illusory flame of the altar has gone out, as if everything before was an illusion.

But everyone knew that it was not an illusion, everything was real.

"What did we get?" Horus looked down at his hands and asked in confusion.

"Everything!" Luo Jia shouted excitedly, "We got everything, brother! Endless knowledge! Endless information! Endless power! This is the generosity of the true God! It is completely different from those hypocritical gods!"

Luo Jia's expression was crazy. The goal he had been pursuing for thousands of years had practical meaning at this moment.

But Horus was not carried away.

"Five years." He muttered to himself, "What is this? It sounds like a deadline?"

Luo Jia shook his head slowly, "No matter what it is, we have achieved our goal, haven't we?"

"That's right." Horus nodded in agreement, his frown gradually relaxing.

This harvest meant that he no longer had to open the Gate of Moloch and ask the gods for treasures for his brothers.

Because he found something better.

(End of this chapter)