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

Chapter 463 Luo Jia: I'm OK Again (Please Subscribe)
Facts have proved that the demon primarch, who seemed to have let go of everything and was just indulging in lustful pleasures, also had his own weaknesses and soft spots.

For Fulgrim, Medusa's Gorgon was his greatest weakness.

No matter how many illusions and lies he used to deceive himself, it could not change the fact that it was he who chopped off Ferrus' head with his own sword on the battlefield of Isstvan V.

He would never forget the rage that almost solidified into a physical form when Ferrus heard his tactful attempt to surrender.

The Iron Hands have always been known for their extreme calmness and precise calculations; their warriors rarely lose control on the battlefield, and Ferrus is even more so.

Lorgar's sharp sarcasm did pull Fulgrim out of his sluggish, indifferent state, but he soon discovered a bigger problem.

That is... he seemed to have gone too far.

Fulgrim, transformed into his original form, was able to completely free himself, especially here in the depths of the Warp, at the core of the Six Rings of Slaanesh, which would undoubtedly completely boost his power.

With just a light chop, Luo Jia was knocked away again. He felt as helpless as a piece of clay that could be manipulated by anyone.

The Great Speaker then realized that the "50% chance of winning" he had thought of was a bit too optimistic.

His melee strength, his psychic magic, his understanding of the primordial truth were useless in the face of Fulgrim's naked violence.

Lorgar sensed his brother's murderous intent, which apparently opened up a scar on Ferrus, sending the Fallen Phoenix into a rage.

He stood up with difficulty. Cracks had appeared on the armor on his body, but the Enlightener was still shining.

A healing psychic spell was cast, and Lorgar's complexion improved a little, but then Fulgrim attacked again like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Paji!"

Lorgar was knocked to the ground by the demon prince's giant snake tail. Fulgrim deftly controlled his tail, wrapped and tied up Lorgar, and brought him in front of him.

"I really don't want to kill you, but who made you so ignorant?"

"You are happy too early!"

Luo Jia suddenly shouted, and the blood from his broken internal organs sprayed onto the wriggling snake scales.

In a dark corner, the dark apostle Zardu Rajak, whom Fulgrim had never paid much attention to, had already prepared his spell.

He ignited the psychic fire and recited as quickly as he could the name of Fulgrim that Lorgar had once told him.

The true name of the Daemon Primarch was extremely long and complicated. As more and more of his true name were revealed, Fulgrim's power suddenly began to fade away as if the air was being deflated.

"No! No! How did you know?!"

The Fallen Phoenix finally started to get scared, but it was too late.

Lorgar activated his power armor, his muscles exploded, and he landed back on the ground with a flash of psychic energy.

He swung his Illuminator, swung it in a circle, accumulated kinetic energy, and smashed it fiercely on the shrunken Fulgrim.

After Rajak finished reading the real name, his will was already able to control the demon primarch in front of him. It was a new feeling. He could feel how terrifying the other party's power was, but he had to be controlled by others because of his real name.

"No wonder father is unwilling to promote a demon to become a prince of any Chaos God. For the Primarch, promoting a demon may not be a reward, but a short-sighted act of neglecting the main goal."

The Demon Primarch's new lover was about to pounce on her to save her beloved Phoenix, but was stopped by a greater will and had to stop.

Lorgar's behavior was condoned by Slaanesh, otherwise the two of them would have just fought in the palace. Did they really think that the Prince of Pleasure's temper was so easy to control?
Slaanesh wouldn't mind corrupting another Primarch by force. After all, no evil god would dislike the fact that there are too many Primarchs, the favorites of both the Warp and the real universe.

Greed is the power of the Prince of Pleasure. If it were not for the checks and balances of the other three Chaos Gods, Slaanesh would have been unable to suppress his nature and would have taken action long ago.

"Well done, Rajak." Lorgar praised his offspring, then looked at his bound brother, unable to move. "We should have worked together happily, brother, but now you have lost the opportunity to cooperate with me."

"I am your master now."

Lorgar showed a sneer and a look of pleasure. He had obtained the pawns that could kill Horus, the Warmaster.

"Fulgrim is only the first. There is also Angron and Magnus who can be contacted as well."

Lorgar walked among the six rings of Slaanesh, pondering how best to kill Horus.

His desire had changed from overthrowing Horus' rule and dominating the Chaos rebels himself to killing Horus. He was fed up with the other party's contempt and insults, and did not want to see how this so-called Four Gods' Choice robbed him of his glory.

Only he, Lorgar, Lord of the Word Bearers, was worthy of being an agent of Chaos.

The Dark Apostle Rajak controlled Fulgrim and summoned all the Emperor's Children scattered in the Slaanesh Realm. After unifying them into a legion again, he left this strange warp.

In the empty palace, Nakali, who had been curled up in place, suddenly smiled happily.

Her appearance began to become abstract, turning into an androgynous look that exuded endless charm.

"Interesting, interesting. Another arrogant and ambitious person. I really want to pamper him..."

"He looks exactly like the Emperor. If I pin him down, or if he pins me down..."

When he thought of this, Slaanesh's body began to spasm and twitch, causing the six-ring demonic realm to shake as well.

The master of this demonic realm, the Prince of Pleasure, has descended upon the Great Keeper of Secrets at some point in time, or to put it another way, every Great Keeper of Secrets is a part of Slaanesh, just like a cell to a human.

Nakali is Slaanesh, but Slaanesh is not Nakali.

He witnessed this amusing battle of brothers, watching the Great Bearer of Words carry off His new love, which to Him was merely an amusing spectacle.

Lorgar was right, Fulgrim's performance was not over yet, he had to return to the battlefield and become a key chess piece.

Lorgar, who had left the Warp with Fulgrim and his legion, returned to his flagship, the Triumvirate.

"Go to Betagarmon. I will overthrow Horus, but that will be after he defeats the false emperor's army for me. When Horus and Lion's men are both defeated, that's when I will appear."

Fulgrim, who recognized the reality, followed Lorgar and returned to the real universe. He could no longer maintain the posture of a huge six-armed snake man. The influence of the Supreme Heaven was weakening, and the physical laws of the real universe were rejecting his existence.

If it weren't for Lorgar maintaining Fulgrim's existence with rituals, the Daemon Primarch would have been exiled back to the Warp in a very short time.

With the return of Lorgar and Fulgrim, Horus's men grew in strength once again, and not only that, other Traitor Primarchs such as Mortarion, Perturabo and Magnus also responded to the Warmaster's orders.

"Huh? When did Conrad Curze escape from Ryan's cage? He was able to escape like this?"

Lorgar saw the movements of the Primarchs through the Warp. Some of them were still commanding their legions to encircle and annihilate the forces of the False Emperor, while some were already sailing in the Warp. What surprised him most was that Curze had returned to their camp.

Although almost no one cares about Curze's movements, he is a Primarch after all. Lorgar believes that as long as he uses a little trick on this crazy brother, he will be able to win him over to his side.

By then, he could control Fulgrim and Angron through their true names, win over Perturabo with honor and care, win over Konrad Curze with warmth and love, and promise Magnus more truths about the warp...

Lorgar envisioned a bright future, but Mortarion, who hated all psychic powers, would never pay any attention to the Great Bearer, but that didn't matter.

As long as he could unite these brothers, overthrowing Horus would be a piece of cake.

(End of this chapter)