Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 524 The Battle Between the Primarchic Demon Prince and the Chaos Gods: The Choice of Divine Authority
A terrifying warp power emanated from the man, deterring the surrounding warp demons from approaching.

The palace gates were tightly shut, and the people inside huddled timidly in their rooms, not daring to look at the man outside.

Damn it, how much time has passed? He'd forgotten to keep track, but Clark was like a stubborn leech, clinging to him relentlessly.

If you want revenge, go find someone else! For example, Horus's son, Abaddon, the current Chaos Warmaster.

There are other corrupted Primarchs, such as Angron, Mortalian, Magnus, and the guys from Fugen.

Why are you keeping an eye on me? I'm just a useless missionary. Among the Primarchs, I'm the worst in terms of combat strength.

If the City of Perfection hadn't been destroyed, he would never have betrayed the Emperor, because the Emperor was his god!

But when one's own God no longer wants them, then they have no choice. How can God abandon his believers?
So he chose to betray his cause and search for his true god, but after much thought, he realized that the four evil gods of chaos were not exactly saints either.

So he did not choose to fall into the arms of any of the four, but instead chose to become a chaotic, undifferentiated demon prince in the subspace.

Countless years have passed, and he has never even seen his own offspring; no one dares to approach this area.

Because there are two evils here, a powerful demon prince!

Luo Jia glanced at his brother with a hint of helplessness. "My brother, look at you now. You're even more like a demon than me. Have you even noticed the changes in yourself?"
"How long are you going to hide? I'll stay here with you until the end of the world."

Clarks had no idea how long he had been there; only one thing was on his mind: revenge.

He didn't know how long he had been in this warp, but the Empire had Rogdoryn, Guilliman, and Vulcan. Even if he lost himself, it wouldn't be a big problem. In any case, he was determined to bring this traitor to justice!
In the past, every now and then, some foolish Chaos Space Marines would come to cause trouble for him, trying to meet his Primarch.

Swarms of Chaos Space Marines attacked him, but Clarks simply waved his hand, and endless shadows flew from his body, then devoured the enemies.

Over time, no one dared to come over anymore, not even the Seekers of the Word.

“Clarks, you’re just like me now. If you hadn’t stayed here and had returned to the Empire, you might have been saved, but now you’ve become a monster just like me,” said Luo Jia, peeking out from inside the castle.

He only dared to speak to the man outside in this way; if he went out, he would be beaten up by the man.

Only by hiding here, using powerful subspace energy for defense, and the magical power blessed by the Lord of All Changes, could he barely hold off his brother and prevent him from entering the castle.

"I don't care what I become, I just want you dead!" Clark's cold and ruthless words filled Luo Jia with despair.

Why is this guy so stubborn?

"Why don't you go find the other traitors? Why are you fixated on me? It's not like I'm the only one who betrayed us. I only incubated Horus. Which of them caused less damage than me?" Roga Roarer said.

He repeats this phrase every day, countless times already. How he wishes this brother would leave! Even just for a little while, so he could at least enjoy a moment of peace!

“Don’t even think about it! I’ll say this to you every single day! I just want you dead,” Clarks said.

With a bang, the castle windows slammed shut, and powerful psionic energy activated, sealing the entire castle off.

You damned monster! You're the real monster! You're a living demon! Clarks!
Seeing the castle windows close, Clarks snorted, then looked at his arm, which was like a monster's shadow, and sighed.

In the subspace, he felt no discomfort; on the contrary, he felt a comfort that was hard to describe, as if he were at home.

This feeling made Clarks realize that he might never be able to return to the Empire!

His human body, the body of the proto-genome, was corroded and soaked by countless subspace energies.

Having moved forward in a different direction, ten thousand years ago, he had not eaten anything.

Without any supplementation of nutrition or energy, it lived a vibrant and healthy life in the subspace, even better than ever before.

But his body had changed; a pair of enormous shadow energy wings grew from his back.

His body and flesh had changed, corroded by the energy of the subspace, turning into a pitch-black color like a demon!
How could I possibly resemble a human being now? I'm practically a complete demon.

Without his knowledge, Clarke had completed the ascension ritual and become a demon prince.

With this attitude, how could I possibly face returning to the empire? With this attitude, how could I possibly face my former brothers?

So Raven King decided not to leave the warp again. After killing Loka, he would seek revenge on the other Primarchs until he killed them all.

Kill every single person, annihilate all chaos, annihilate, annihilate them!

At this moment, Clark was only sustained by a sliver of willpower, maintaining his rationality in the subspace and preventing himself from completely transforming into a demon prince!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. No matter what happened outside, everything here would remain the same. But today, something different seemed to have happened. A group of noise warriors dressed in purple armor appeared.

Their leader was a man who was over 5 meters tall, with demonic wings and horns.

"Looks like I won't be so bored today. You'll have to keep me company for a while." Clarks said with a cold snort as he looked at the Chaos Space Marines walking towards them from a distance, along with the large demon leading them.

Despite his current state, he showed no mercy to these traitors and evil beings in the warp; anyone who dared to appear before him was doomed.

A raven made of shadow shot off Clarks and aimed at the giant demon in front of him.

Seeing the shadow ravens hurtling towards him, the giant demon snorted coldly, drew a purple longsword, and cleaved the ravens made of shadow energy in two with a single strike, effortlessly breaking through all of Clark's attacks.

The Noise Warriors and the giant demon in front of them drew closer, and at that moment, Clarks finally saw the giant demon's face clearly.

It was a face that was both familiar and strange. Familiar because it resembled Fugen, but strange because Fugen had transformed into this grotesque form. Horns sprouted from his head, and demonic wings extended from his back—this was the appearance of a demon prince!

“My brother! It’s been ten thousand years, and you’re welcoming me like this? I’ve come to celebrate your rebirth. I’ve brought some fine wine. Would you like to have a drink with me?” Fogrim said with a sinister smile.

“I will never drink with you again. I only want to kill you. You’ve come at the right time, saving me the trouble of going looking for you.” Clarks was about to make his move.

"Then I'll play along with you, Clarks." Fogrem sneered and drew his purple runic magic sword.

Shadow and purple flame collided violently on the warp wasteland, the two completely different chaotic energies tearing spiderweb-like cracks into the structure of reality.

Clark's shadow wings spread out in full, each feather transforming into a swirling vortex of dark matter, while viscous Slaanesh flames seeped from between the scales of Forgrim's serpentine tail.

“Look at your wings, brother.” Fogrem deflected the swooping raven with the edge of his sword, his voice sweet and venomous. “More complete, more beautiful than back in Istvan.”

He deliberately dragged out the last word, as if mocking his loyal brother for turning into the very thing he hated most—a demon prince.

The demonic sword suddenly erupted with a piercing scream, and the sonic waves from hundreds of imprisoned souls forced Clarks back three steps.

The Raven King's boot heels plowed a smoke-filled furrow into the ground. Suddenly, his black gauntlets pierced his chest, tearing out a large, writhing shadow and hurling it into the air. Those shadows instantly split into a sky-covering flock of crows, each crow's beak flashing with subspace lightning.

“At least my feathers are real, at least my power is all my own.” Clark’s voice came from the mouths of millions of crows at the same time, and the storm of crows completely engulfed Fogrem.

Clark's true form suddenly materialized behind Fogrem, and the Shadow Claw Blade tore open the demonic wing membrane on the left side of Fogrem.

The Slaanesh prince let out a shriek that was somewhere between pain and pleasure, and his serpentine tail suddenly wrapped around the raven king's waist, scraping off large chunks of a strange, tar-like substance from his barbed scales.

This is the blood of two Primarchs—one is a jet-black fluid that shimmers with starlight and contains powerful shadow energy.

Another type is a fragrant pinkish-purple crystal—when mixed together, it begins to move on its own, forming microscopic subspace fissures.

The two were evenly matched in the first round.

“Ten thousand years have passed, Clarks. Do you know what’s happening outside now?” Fugrem suddenly moved close to Clarks’s rotting raven-beak mask, his forked tongue licking the cracks in the visor.

The crow king felt nauseous and kicked his brother away. This guy used to just pursue art and love beauty, but now he has become a complete pervert.

“You taste really good, my brother. Let me lick you again, how about it?” Fogrim said with a perverted expression.

These words caused Raven King's shadow energy to suddenly surge wildly. He felt like vomiting, disgusted by this pervert, Fogrem.

Clark's wings transformed into a black hole that devoured light, tearing all the noise warriors within a radius of several kilometers into twisted metal strips.

Just as they were about to die, Forgrim's body emitted a purple energy that protected his genetic offspring, keeping them safe.

“Seneca’s power has turned him into a complete monster. I will grant you death and let you enjoy peace in death.”

"Hahahaha! No, no, no, Clarke, you've got one thing wrong. My current power wasn't given to me by Slaanesh. I am Slaanesh." Forgrim let out a strange laugh and uttered a meaningful sentence.

To Clarks, this appearance made him look like a complete madman, a pervert.

At this moment, Luo Jia, who was inside the castle, was also awakened by the fighting. He opened the window and saw his two brothers fighting.

"Fogan, is that you? Help me, help me defeat Clarks."

Luo Jia cried out as if he had grasped at a straw; he desperately wanted to escape the monster that was chasing him!
"Haha, my brother, of course I'll help you, but there are conditions, you should know that, right?" Fugrim sneered, looking at Luojia on the castle.

"What are your conditions?" If the conditions are too harsh, such as becoming Fugen's slave, he will not agree.

At worst, he can just stay cooped up in his old place again; he's been a homebody for a long time anyway.

"You must become my demon prince. Other than that, there are no other requirements. You are free to do whatever you want," Fugrim said with a smile.

"What? You want me to become Slaanesh's demon prince?" Luo Jia exclaimed in surprise.

He knew that all four Chaos Gods wanted the Primarch, so he wasn't too surprised that Slaanesh had his eye on him.

"No, no, my brother, you've misunderstood. At this moment, I am no longer that woman's slave; I have broken free from her."

"And I am about to seize her power; I will be the new Slaanesh, the new Prince of Dark Pleasure," Forgrim said with a loud laugh.

It is unclear when it began, but Slaanesh seems to have relinquished His divine authority over chaos, and the lucky one chosen by this divine authority was none other than Forgrim.

He could sense that a large portion of the Chaos God Pavilion had already broken away from that woman, and soon, when she completely relinquished her Chaos Godhood, he would be crowned.

“What did you say, Fugen? Are you crazy?” Clarks said.

"Hahaha! Although I only obtained a portion of the Chaos God Power, I'll still show you!"

With a wave of his hand, Forgrim enveloped the previously dark and chaotic warp in a purple aura, and the power of the Slaanesh began to manifest on him.

This chaotic divine power instantly suppressed the other two Primarch Demon Princes.

(End of this chapter)