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

Chapter 564: True and False
"You damned, lowly mortal, I curse you forever, I swear on my real name!"

In the illusory warp ocean, a gigantic warp demon is chattering and releasing its anger.

Countless dirty languages ​​spewed out of its mouth, some were human words, and some were more ancient alien languages.

However, what shocked countless Warp demons was that on the bone spurs behind this demon, a deformed Astartes was strangling its neck tightly and riding on it in an extremely humiliating posture.

"You can curse me if you want. I can't die anyway."

"You'd better be honest and avoid physical pain."

These two people, one being Marlowhurst and the other being the Chaos Demon Amarok, were naturally the two who had rushed into the Warp in search of the fragments of their master's soul. However, compared to the initial situation, the relationship between the two had undoubtedly reversed.

With one hand, Malohurst strangled the demon's throat, and with the other hand, he had pierced the ritual dagger through its body. The vicious witchcraft weapon was pressing against Amarok's internal organs. As long as he pushed one more time, Amarok would die completely and there would be no possibility of return.

After Malohurst and Amarok reached a verbal agreement at the beginning, the Twister took advantage of the time when the demon made the blood pact and stabbed it with the ritual dagger he carried with him.

Although a verbal contract has a certain binding force, it is still inferior to a contract written with human skin and blood.

Amarok's actions, which were intended to reduce risks, led to its unfortunate arrival.

The attack was so concealed and fast that even the demon couldn't react. It didn't even realize that this human dared to resist it.

But what's even more hateful is that he really grasped Amarok's weak spot, and the ritual dagger has the ability to completely kill the creatures of the warp.

It thought it was shameless and vicious enough, but in front of the ugly Malohurst, it realized that it was just a pure and harmless white lotus.

If a contract is signed with the devil, shouldn't humans be completely controlled and eventually eaten until not even a bone is left?
How come you, an ungrateful human, turn around and threaten the devil?
Who is the devil?
Amarok felt extremely aggrieved, but he was also extremely afraid of the ritual dagger that was currently in his body.

It doesn't want to die yet. Subspace creatures have eternal life. Even if they are killed in the real universe, they will only be expelled back to the Sea of ​​Souls, and slowly piece themselves together.

It's not that the devil is not afraid of death, but because humans cannot really kill it, it naturally has no fear.

"Take me to find the soul fragment of Lupercal, and then I will let you go, swearing in the name of the Most High." Malohurst's voice came from behind, and the demon Amarok's uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

Swearing by the Most High is an extremely rare and binding oath for chaotic creatures.

Because the will of the original truth in the dark will truly witness all of this, other things like swearing an oath to the Four Gods of Chaos also have similar effects.

If you swear an oath to Khorne but fail to fulfill the oath, no one knows whether the mighty one sitting on the brass throne will be in a bad mood and unleash his pure anger.

The subspace is a world of emotions and consciousness, so naturally things like oaths are also different from the real universe.

Under the leadership of the local demon Amarok, Malohurst's efficiency was immediately greatly improved. Even some weaker subspace creatures fled immediately after sensing Amarok's breath.

He entered an illusory land, and his senses, which had originally lost their function, began to sense the smell of dust again.

The mixed smell of flying dust, lingering smoke, and the blood of soldiers gushing out and scattering in the soil.

It was familiar, a complex feeling he could recall, but he couldn't quite place it. Then, Malohurst heard the voice of Horus, his master, the Twister, with unwavering certainty.

He turned his head suddenly, only to find that Horus was right beside him, but he was slightly different from the master he remembered.

The Primarch was seen wearing an ivory-white power armor with the brown-yellow Eye of Horus embedded in the armor dotted with gold, creating an extremely sacred and elegant atmosphere.

A deep and friendly smile appeared on Horus' face. He was looking at his descendants who were cleaning up the spoils on the battlefield, and the huge starship flames were flickering in the sky.

Horus had a huge white wolf fur draped behind his head. He did not have any unnecessary decorations on his body. He looked simple and casual, unlike the owner in Malohurst's memory who was covered in black and red Terminator armor.

His pupils shrank slightly. This style...

It was in Ullanor.

At that time they were not yet called the Sons of Horus, but the Luna Wolves.

Malohurst's mood was extremely complicated. At that time, he had not experienced the plane crash yet. He was in good health and was even qualified to compete with Abaddon for the position of company commander.

"Father, here I come," he said.

"Mal, tomorrow, I will be inspected by the Emperor, and I will let my father's glory spread across the galaxy."

"The Emperor will hand over his command to me, and he will return to Terra. I will continue to lead the Great Crusade."

The Avenue of Victory built by the Mechanicus stretched to the end of the naked eye. Pillars made of the skulls of orc chieftains were distributed on both sides of the road. Between their huge eye sockets burned flames of promethium, and the blue-white light illuminated the avenue.

Mal was Horus's nickname for his son, and ever since Horus became the chosen one of the four gods, Malorhurst had never heard of this title again.

His heart was suddenly filled with turbulence, unable to calm down for a long time, and even his breathing became rapid.

This was the most glorious moment for Horus and the most dazzling moment for the Sixteenth Legion. All other Astartes Legions could only serve as foils and supporting roles to highlight their greatness.

At the end of the sight, groups of Space Marines were using promethium flamethrowers to burn the earth, burning all the biological spores that might be left by the greenskins.

A green-skinned head as huge as the cockpit of a Titan was lying quietly in the ruins. The members of the Mechanicus were carefully shaving off the flesh on its surface and collecting these precious research samples.

That was the skull of King Ulak Urg, the most powerful Orc Emperor, who truly unified the ancient race of greenskin Orcs.

It is also the best trophy obtained by mankind after the climax of the great expedition.

Since ancient times, what better trophy is there than the head of an old enemy to demonstrate one's great victory?
Even Malohurst was reluctant to break it up, because it was so beautiful, and no one would not miss this moment compared to the exhausting things that happened afterwards.

But false is false after all, and he knew very well that the real Horus was still bleeding on the throne.

For the sake of his master, he must stand up and expose all this falsehood.

(End of this chapter)