Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 92: Redemption? No Redemption

Kahn's whole body was trembling, he was tightly imprisoned by Lorgar's psychic power.

The force was so great that he couldn't break free even if he tried his best.

The spiritual energy continued to compress his body. At this moment, it was as if a 10,000-ton hydraulic press was ravaging Kahn's body. His muscles and bones were constantly breaking.

The psychic ritual was progressing, Angron was emitting an extremely terrifying blood-red light, and his voice gradually became distorted, as if it came from the abyss of hell.

"He would rather die!" Kahn was shrouded in endless regret at this moment. They should not have believed Lorgar's lies and resurrected Angron. Now he was about to become an even more terrifying and hateful existence.

He could already feel the power of the being called the Blood God boiling. He longed for a Primarch, and Angron had already stepped onto the altar that had been set up.

Angron's resurrection was only half complete. After reviving from the blood pool, he was in a state of half life and half death. There was nothing under his flesh but blood mixed with his genes.

That's why he bled like crazy when he was hurt by Guilliman, because the real Angron had not yet come back to life.

Kahn naively thought this was redemption, but there has never been any redemption in this universe.

They thought dawn would come, but they didn't know that there would never be another dawn.

Angron's shackles were loosened for a brief moment, and they thought salvation had come, but they never thought that it was to replace a larger shackle.

At this moment, a beam of teleportation tore through the sky, and the Iron Contemptor Dreadnought was forcibly teleported to the battlefield.

The cold steel claws sank deep into the red sand soil of Nuceria. Its huge iron body started its engine and rushed towards the battlefield.

The war dog sleeping in the cold sarcophagus, the former Lord of the Twelve Legions, Locke persuaded the Extreme Warriors to send it to the core of the battlefield. He also had a premonition that the Father of Genes had reached the most dangerous moment.

"Library, what can I do?" The Contemptor Dreadnought, who had just completed the teleportation, fired at Lorgar's psychic shield. Plasma and melta cannons roared continuously, and the rolling heat waves caused the psychic shield to fluctuate continuously.

A large number of red-hot metal shells fell from his weapon rack like water, making crisp impact sounds.

Being attacked at full strength by a Contemptor Dreadnought at close range, even Lorgar had to divide his strength to deal with Locke, and Kahn seized the opportunity to break free.

"That power comes from the ether, and Lorgar wants it to descend into the real universe." The think tank director fought against Lorgar's psychic power, with thunder flashing in his eyes, mobilizing all his psychic power to interfere with Lorgar's ritual.

Vorias's cries of pain were transmitted across the telepathic link, and his brothers in the Librarians shared the damage with him, fighting to protect him from Lorgar's counterattack.

Even though most of the Great Speaker's energy was tied up in the ritual, he was still no match for a dozen World Eaters Librarians.

Volyas looked at the clouds in the sky. The real universe was being swallowed up into the subspace. The chaotic and rolling pink and purple light of the High Heaven could even be seen with the naked eye.

Psychics could sense the screaming souls in the vortex, as if suffering endless horrific torture.

"I cannot break through Lorgar's will. He is too powerful." The Librarian telegraphed to his battle-brothers.

"Then we must unite as one. Only by combining the spiritual powers of all our strengths can we have a chance to interrupt this evil ritual."

The dozen or so remaining World Eaters Librarians made up their minds in an instant through telepathy.

The Great Speaker ignored the World Eaters Librarian beside him, the extremely furious Kahn, and the desperate Dreadnought.

He just looked at the blood tide in the sky, the blood rain from the highest sky flowing on his skin, and he let it soak and warm his skin and fill his mouth.

The psychic energies of the Librarians were merging, and a newly born Warp entity roared and pulled out Lorgar's soul, and they entered the Sea of ​​the Empyrean to compete with each other.

"Stupid!" The spell never stopped. The power of the warp moved at Lorgar's command like an arm.

Guilliman had already retreated towards the landing point with his descendants when Angron was controlled by Lorgar's psychic sorcery.

His mind was warning that Angron would be transformed into a complete monster by his trusted brother.

"Such a powerful force is beyond human understanding. Even reality can be twisted and combined at will. This is the power of the Supreme Heaven. The four great wills are fighting with such terrible power every moment, and I will rule the original truth."

"I will replace Horus, and I will be the true Lord of the Original Truth."

In the frenzy of the Warp, Luo Jia's inner ambitions were also revealed under the torrent of emotions.

The Great Speaker has his own pride. Although he obeys the orders of the Warmaster, he does not feel that he is inferior to others. He also has the ambition to control the galaxy.

Lorgar was bathed in the light of the Warp. At this moment, the entire city of Dessian was torn apart by the psychic power of the Great Word Bearer. The huge crust structure was torn apart and the city floated into the sky.

The ritual is taking shape.

The cold light of the High Sky shone upon the real universe. It penetrated the marble buildings of the city of Dessin, penetrated the World Eaters who were still fighting, and penetrated Angron's body.

Their shadows were constantly twisting and lengthening, and even connected to each other. The flashing shadows seemed to have life, showing the outline of human beings.

The World Eaters looked at the shadows on the ground in surprise, all of them holding their heads with their hands, and psychic screams erupted from these shadows without thickness.

Their fear and resistance were visible to the naked eye, but they were still swallowed up by Angron as if they were falling into an abyss.

Angron's roar and the scream of the Warp merged into one, and endless rage gathered in the body of the Primarch. He was already scarred, and the huge cracks and scars were bleeding continuously.

"Angron, my brother, forgive me..."

"Only in this way can I truly save you."

Lorgar loosened his hold on Angron, though there was no need for it now.

Angron staggered and fell to his knees. The energy of the Warp assimilated him. The Slave of Nuceria tore at his face and chest, and the flesh and broken armor were torn off by Angron.

He was wailing, a deafening howl that broke the heart of every World Eater.

Worse than the torture of the Butcher's Nails, Angron's flesh and bones, soul and will trembled with the surging waves of the Warp.

Every atom in the Primarch's body was being replaced by the great power of a god, and countless screaming souls in pain celebrated the birth of a new demon prince.

Angron's body, made of blood and water, turned back into flesh and blood. His tendons collapsed layer by layer, his blood seemed to have turned into mercury, and the surface of his skin burned with lava fire.

Repeated tearing and healing caused his body to continue to grow and expand. Horrifying demon horns grew from behind his head, and a pair of blood-red wings that covered the sky spread out from the edge of his spine. The Lord of Red Sand had completely completed his transformation.

Luo Jia watched everything happening with satisfaction. He could feel that his brother was suffering the most horrific pain in his life, but also the most gorgeous transformation.

He felt a little guilty, but more happy in his heart.

He, Lorgar Aurelion, personally created an eternal and immortal demon prince.

(End of this chapter)