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

Chapter 563 What Should I Do to Save You?

The Triarch drifted on the tides of the Warp, thirty-two thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight mortals nailed to the hull of this remaining flagship of the Word Bearers Legion with vicious copper nails.

They came into direct contact with the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls with their physical bodies, and horrible mutations occurred in their flesh and blood.

What's even more terrifying is that they are still alive, and the Word Bearers have maintained their lives in a special way. However, this is not because they are kind enough, but only because they are alive can they squeeze out more fear and negative emotions.

Countless Warp Demons teased the humans who were fixed on the hulls of the battleships. They sucked the flesh and blood of the humans, devoured their souls bit by bit, and after playing with them to their heart's content, tore them into pieces and swallowed them into their stomachs.

The corruption of the Warp spread to the interior of the Trinitarian warship. The metal born in the Jupiter dock was attached to a layer of skin composed of chitin and strange flesh and blood. Many Word Bearers wrote scriptures written by their Gene-Father on this skin-like substance.

On the battleship's torch tower, scarlet flames were burning fiercely with the supply of innocent souls. The crackling sound was mixed with the screams of humans who could not bear the torture, and the horrific sound of the warp demons eating, turning into a creepy suffocating feeling.

"My Lord, if Horus cannot wake up, then you can even skip that step."

"Glory to the Four Chaos Gods, for they created the world; glory to the Eightfold Path, for its truth is endless; glory to the First Ring's loyal servant, for he is supreme."

Listening to the compliments of his loyal apostle Layak, the Great Speaker revealed a hint of smirk and pride.

His son's praise made him feel happy.

Beside him were eight burning incense burners, the candles in which were lit were made of human blood, fat and ashes.

The misty smoke diffused from it, and the devout people who chanted scriptures loudly praised Lorgar Aurelion and the original truth.

"If Horus wakes up, I will kill him in front of everyone and completely replace him."

"If he doesn't wake up, I will let him sleep forever. Either possibility will not be bad for me."

"Of course I prefer the former, because only in this way can the old king be overthrown openly and honestly, and the new king can ascend the throne naturally."

The Great Bearer looked at the psychedelic warp through the transparent crystal porthole, but did not notice that behind him, Erebus and Rajak were looking at him with strange eyes.

……

Malohurst walked in the cabin in a daze. A ritual dagger was quietly hidden in the gap of his robe.

The legion flag in his hand symbolized the presence of Horus in person, and all the Astartes and mortal servants of the legion, as well as the Dark Mechanicus priests serving the Spirit of Vengeance, bowed respectfully and saluted him.

No one dared to challenge or question Horus' authority, even though he had not appeared in person for more than 30 Terran days.

The body of Horus was placed on the throne in the throne room, and no one except the most reliable Gastlin Terminators could come near his body.

The Wolf Shepherd God leaned quietly on the throne, his eyes closed tightly, his right hand covering the wound on his abdomen, even so the blood was still flowing.

He was losing blood, but he wasn't really dead, and he couldn't really wake up.

"All of you go out and close the door. I want to be alone with my master for a while."

Malohurst said to the Gastlings on guard.

Other high-ranking members of the Legion, such as Aximander, Abaddon, and Falkus Cayber, all had many matters to deal with, and they were unable to stay by their father's body all the time to protect his safety.

But this is the Spirit of Vengeance, the headquarters of the Sons of Horus Legion. They instinctively thought that there would be no threat here, and this undoubtedly gave Malohurst an opportunity.

The heavy metal door slowly closed, the door hinges made a low friction sound, and finally closed with a bang.

"Father."

"Owner."

"Warmaster."

Maloxte whispered to the mighty voice on the throne, desperately hoping for a response from Horus, but it was all in vain. For six hours, Horus remained silent, as if truly dead.

"What can I do to save you, father?"

"Give me some response, please."

The air was filled with the sound of blood from Horus' abdomen dripping down his fingertips and falling to the ground.

He took a deep breath, and there was a thin smell of the Primarch's blood in the air.

He remembered the advice of Erebus, Lorgar, and the Dark Apostle Rajak.

Malhurst began the magic taught to him by the Word Bearers on the floor around Horus. He threw away the legion banner and dipped his hands in a liquid made of ashes, blood, and fat.

The Twister knelt on the floor and began to write those complicated ritual totems and scriptures. He held the ritual dagger in his right hand. The dagger was soaked with his own blood, which made him feel that he was establishing a blood connection with the dagger.

He was extremely tired, and his twisted and lowly body was giving off warnings from the long hours of work and torture.

"Do as we say, success is just one step away." At this moment, the voice of the Dark Apostle Rajak began to echo in his ears. Malohurst knew these tricks. He only needed to enslave a demon to make these subspace creatures convey his will.

Malohurst picked up the ceremonial dagger, his heart pounding, and staggered to Horus, slowly kneeling before his master.

"You did well."

Malohurst suddenly seemed to have hallucinations. He heard the encouraging voices of his father and master.

Then, the Twister stabbed the dagger through his throat without hesitation. No blood flowed out, as it was all swallowed up by this witchcraft weapon.

His broken body fell heavily to the ground, and his soul had already entered the depths of the Warp with the Chaos ritual.

This was an extremely dangerous attempt, relying closely on the soul to enter the Warp. Just the slightest mistake would attract the greedy gazes of countless Warp demons, even the souls of those who believed in the Four Gods of Chaos were no exception.

Because the essence of chaos is division and mutual devouring, they never have the concept of unity and cooperation.

He must find the fragment of Horus' soul in the mysterious and silent warp as soon as possible, and this depends entirely on the guidance of the power of the chaos ritual.

The moment he entered the warp as a soul, Malohurst lost his sense of direction. He didn't know how much time had passed because time did not exist here.

He only felt that he was drifting in nothingness, passing through those magnificent wonders of the warp, through turbulence and debris, and came to a special place under the guidance of the power of the ritual.

A demon was waiting for him here, and its name in the mortal world could be called: Amarok.

Malohurst knew instantly that this was the guide he needed.

"Give me your soul, and I will take you to where the soul of Horus Lupercal is." The demon tempted.

"Then take it." The Twister did not hesitate at all, and the demon named Amarok was a little surprised. He thought the other party might argue with him and bargain.

Mortals are always like this, thinking they can bargain with these demons and gain a certain initiative.

However, the relationship between mortal humans and entities in the great subspace has never been an equal one.

Amarok licked the corner of his mouth. He could feel the ugly and twisted soul of the human in front of him.

This is a rare delicacy, and it has already taken it.

"In that case, follow me," Amarok said, "I know where Lupercal is."

(End of this chapter)