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

Chapter 562 Eribas

Malohurst quietly disappeared in the royal court of the Vengeful Spirit. No one cared about his departure. Abaddon's quarrel with Eichmand and Falkus Cabot continued endlessly.

They were always like this. When Horus was around, they could restrain themselves a little, but now? They were already calm enough not to tear each other's heads off.

"How can I save my master if I'm with these mindless insects?"

"It's ridiculous. The truly talented people in the legion either died or fled, leaving only these anthropomorphic guys."

"Why did it become like this?"

The Twister still carries the legion banner given to him by Horus himself, which is his spiritual support and a symbol of his infinite loyalty to Horus.

The higher-ups of the Sons of Horus Legion usually looked down upon the useless man named Malohurst, but for the other legionaries, no one dared to disrespect this gloomy and strange attendant of the Warmaster.

The Gastlin Terminators along the way saluted Malohurst, but the violent Twister ignored them and came to the ceremony site on the Spirit of Vengeance.

This is his exclusive territory and also the place where he communicates with the Supreme Heaven.

Some mortal slaves parasitized by demons were shivering in the corner. Their demon hosts made strange hissing sounds, and there was also a long and terrifying laugh faintly echoing in the room.

Malohurst was already used to this; the Warp Demon just loved to intimidate others and draw emotional power from them.

Each of them is a parasite on intelligent life. They seem powerful, but in fact they are just that powerful.

Profane Chaos Eight-Pointed Star Runes were carved into every space in the room, and a large number of bizarre offerings were placed in corresponding positions, emitting a foul stench and a terrifying atmosphere.

Malohurst recited the prayer taught to him by his friend and mentor, the Chief Chaplain of the Word Bearers, Erebus.

Starlight and flames rose in the dark room. In the mist, a large amount of blood spurted out from the slave's neck. The blood flowed all the way to the ground and gathered into some kind of ancient hieroglyphs.

The braziers on the ceiling were dripping with foul-smelling grease. The fuel came from the pure followers of the Emperor, who were slaughtered and cut up by the Twisters to take out the materials they needed for the rituals.

The warmaster's attendant who was casting spells ordered the two Gastling Terminators following him to close the door, and no one was allowed to enter without his order.

"My master was slashed by the enemy blade of the planetary governor Eugene Tamba on the planet Daven, and he fell into a coma."

"It was Erebus who told us that we could take him to Davin's temple and heal him by the powers of the Warp."

Malohurst's eyeballs, aching slightly, turned over with a thrilling force.

He endured this nerve-wracking pain; it was the price he had to pay in order to complete the witchcraft.

The intense cold air flowed under his feet, condensing into a layer of crystal clear ice.

But the mortal's blood had not yet frozen, and continued to flow through the ice layer with hot steam.

In the dim firelight, Malohurst bypassed the attention of everyone on the Spirit of Vengeance and contacted the chief priest who was currently on the Word Bearers flagship, the Triumvirate.

The reason why he avoided everyone was because the Twister knew Eichmand and Falkus Cable's negative attitude towards the Warp. They had always been brooding over the fact that he sent Horus into the Temple of Davin.

Likewise, they remain resistant and resist the blessings of the Warp. These extremely stubborn guys simply do not understand what the power of the High Heaven is, and still retain the short-sightedness and stupidity of mortals.

"My master is the same. He always approaches the four Chaos Powers as a collaborator."

The flames in front of Malohurst's eyes were becoming clearer and clearer, and a human face gradually emerged from them.

"That's why he is not strong enough. He must completely submit to the Four Chaos Gods in order to truly save himself."

"Everything is for Horus, so that he can return and lead us to overthrow the false emperor." "For our great cause, everything I have done and every sacrifice I have made is worth it."

The Twister muttered to himself, seemingly speaking to himself, or to the person in the flaming mirror.

A smiling figure appeared in the secret room. He had an unusually smooth head, and on the skin of his face and head were densely written Luojia scriptures.

The Word Bearer was dressed in scarlet battle armor, and on top of the heavy shoulder armor was an open book of holy words branded on it.

In his hand he held a staff that was half his body length. The tip of the staff was shaped like the symbol of a human skull and the pages of an open book. It exuded a strange and enchanting power.

"Malohurst..."

"Long time no see."

Erebus's voice seemed to have traveled a long distance and landed in the cabin of the Spirit of Vengeance.

If you look closely, the skin on Erebus's face appears oddly out of place. This is because in the early days of the Heresy, this Hand of Fate had planned to corrupt Saint Jaleth, but something went wrong.

Apothecary Herros had joined Chaos in his father's place, so Horus ordered Sanguinius to be killed. Erebus was even arrogant enough to ask the Warmaster for an explanation.

The result was obvious. Horus listened to and carefully considered Erebus's reasonable complaint, then drew his sword on the spot and slashed the chief priest's face with a speed that even the Astartes could not react to.

There was a stiff and fake smile on Erebas' face. He smiled arrogantly and wantonly.

"I suppose you are here for Horus?"

"Although you tried to block the news, blocking the news itself is a kind of news. But it doesn't matter. We can continue to help you."

"We?" Malohurst's distorted face twitched slightly. This was the sequelae of the accident in the past. Whenever his emotions fluctuated, his muscles would twitch uncontrollably.

"Yes, and us."

Behind Erebus, the sacred face of the Great Speaker appeared.

According to the most widespread rumors, Lorgar's appearance is exactly the same as that of the Lord of Men.

Malohurst looked at Lorgar with some disgust, partly because of his appearance, and also because he smelled ambition from him.

"Horus must completely submit to the gods in order to be redeemed. Leman Russ stabbed him with the Spear of Dionysus, splitting a fragment deep in his soul that still retained kindness. It was his existence that prevented Horus from fully accepting the power of the gods. He was resisting, and his soul was splitting apart."

The dark apostle Zardu Rajak followed Lorgar, guarding the god in his heart like a most loyal and reliable believer.

Malohurst looked at Rajak deeply, then shifted all his attention to Lorgar.

"As Horus's attendant, you must help your master resolve those meaningless ideological struggles. Only by complete submission and obedience to the Chaos Gods can Horus truly command everyone. Otherwise, his legion will be torn apart."

Erebus's whispers continued to ring out, and he bewitched Malohurst and told him all the methods and ways.

I saw a ritual dagger emerge from the flames before my eyes and turned into a solid entity. This witchcraft weapon that was cursed by countless people had incredible power and could even completely kill the essence of an immortal.

"You don't have much time to think about it. Our legions will soon gather and arrive at Ullanor. Make your choice before then."

The psychic flames slowly dissipated, and all that was left before Maloxter's eyes was empty nothingness.

He tightened his grip on the ritual dagger in his hand and steeled his resolve.

(End of this chapter)