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

Chapter 566: Filial Sons (Please follow)

Under Malohurst's soul-burning blow, the last of Horus' good soul was finally annihilated.

His selfless devotion restored Horus's shattered soul to its original state, allowing him to recover from his bleeding and dying state.

But in a sense, Horus lost his free will from then on, and he had completely become a slave of Chaos.

Right or wrong, it was already a foregone conclusion. Malohurst, Horus's chief attendant and most loyal and fanatical son, died in exchange for his father's "recovery" and "healing".

In order for his father and master to continue his great cause, Malohurst would do anything, but whether Horus was willing to accept the price was within his consideration.

The Warmaster, who had regained consciousness, once again gave orders to all other friendly warships through the holographic projection.

"Rally to Ullanor!"

Horus' personal appearance undoubtedly dispelled many rumors, and the restless morale in the rebel camp stabilized instantly.

This is an ability that only Horus possesses. Only his prestige can instantly make most of the people in the huge rebel camp win over with just one sentence.

But, it doesn’t mean that everyone is like this.

On the bridge of the Trisapacor, the Great Bearer sat cross-legged on a giant black stone altar, with candles made of human blood and fat burning beside him.

Further away, the Dark Apostle Layak and the Hand of Fate Erebus were sitting solemnly and praying.

They recited the scriptures written by Luojia, expressing infinite respect and reverence for the original truth that existed in the dark.

Suddenly, the slowly burning candle went out without any sign at all.

"He did it. Malohurst completed his mission. He stabbed the ritual dagger into Horus' body, allowing our wolf-god and warmaster to return to the embrace of the warp completely."

The Dark Apostle said that he was wearing a mask that attracted everyone's attention. Only the true God could see his face, and even Lorgar could not order him to take off the mask.

"Yes, he is truly a 'filial son', my friend. I used to get along so well with him, but unfortunately..."

The person who spoke was Erebus, the Hand of Fate. He forced a strange smile on his face, as if he was crying or mourning, but also as if he was laughing or celebrating.

Erebus sat in the position closest to Lorgar. Kor Phaeron, the former primarch's adoptive father, could still compete with him for this position, but unfortunately, now, the huge Word Bearers Legion no longer had any opponent who could compete with him.

He sat there proudly, but the scene of Horus cutting off his face in the past already appeared in his mind.

His venom-soaked heart was pounding, and Erebus hid all his joy beneath the surface. He savored the news that Horus had completely become a slave to Chaos with great joy.

Great, that's how it should be.

Hatred and joy brewed and fermented in his heart, turning into a glass of intoxicating wine, and Erebas drank it happily.

It was he who designed to seriously injure Horus, and it was he who sent Horus to the temple. Now it was he who helped Malohurst completely annihilate Horus's independent consciousness.

The feeling of controlling the Primarchs, manipulating the gods, and playing with all beings in the galaxy made him extremely obsessed and intoxicated.

This is what he wanted, to control everyone like the hand of fate.

So what if they are the Primarchs, so what if they are the gods, they are still pawns in the hand of fate.

As for Lorgar... he doesn't really think he can replace Horus, does he? Erebus sneered in his heart.

"Fate took a different path. My brother woke up, but it doesn't matter."

Luo Jia had no idea what Erebus was thinking. He knew that his chief priest had his own little secrets and plans, but that didn't matter.

He was confident that he could control these heirs who all had their own ideas.

"I have gained the ability to fight him. Fulgrim is the sharpest knife in my hand, and Angron will be my most powerful hammer. With their help, plus my strength, Horus is not unbeatable."

"Only by defeating the old king in front of everyone can the new emperor ascend the throne, and I am the true Chaos Chosen."

Lorgar's clear voice echoed through space. To completely overthrow Horus, he had paid an unimaginable price and effort, risking endless danger to finally complete his trump card. "Rayak," Lorgar said.

The dark apostle, who had remained silent all this time, chanted the true name of the demon prince. The next moment, Fulgrim, who was having fun with his offspring in the Emperor's Pride and indulging himself in lust, was summoned here.

The Fallen Phoenix returned to its half-human, half-snake form. The snake tail coiling around his lower body exuded a thrilling allure, seducing everyone who saw it.

Fulgrim did not say anything. He just lazily found a corner and played with his provocative snake tail.

"I need your help, brother." Luo Jia came to the fallen phoenix with the hammer of the Enlightener in his hand.

"As you wish," Fulgrim replied.

His gaze swept across the faces of Erebus and Rajak, and he smiled lightly without leaving a trace.

Hiss...the taste of ambition is so fascinating.

"Father."

A gentle voice sounded, and a tall Word Bearer walked over from the direction of the corridor.

He has a face that makes people feel favorable. Although he is not as breathtakingly handsome as Fulgrim, he has a more approachable temperament.

The beauty of the phoenix is ​​like the violets on the mountains, which makes people dare not touch it.

And when this person smiles, even the Chaos Demon will be touched by his already completely cold heart.

The original enchanted warrior, the one who created the perfect balance between humanity and the Warp - Angor Tai.

When he saw his proudest son, Luo Jia stood up and gave him a warm hug.

This is a treatment unique to Anglete, and even his right and left hands do not have it.

Looking at Lorgar and Angertai who were showing their closeness, Erebas couldn't help but clench his right hand.

This was not because he was jealous of the father-son relationship between the two, but simply because the hand of fate believed that Ingres's existence was not a good thing for his great cause.

"It's true that Angertai is a symbol of the balance between humans and the Warp." Erebus thought, "But he is not pure enough and cannot truly match the evil side of Chaos. His existence is a threat, and he will prevent those around him from truly integrating into Chaos."

"I have to find an opportunity to get rid of my good brother."

Everyone present was completely unaware that in such a cordial and harmonious atmosphere, Erebas had already made up his mind to kill Angelte.

The dark apostle Layak maintained his low presence as always. He said nothing, but just stared at Luojia in a daze for a long time.

The Fallen Phoenix at the side coiled itself into a circle. He was the Prince of Pleasure's new love and naturally possessed abilities corresponding to Slaanesh.

Jealousy, greed, resentment, suspicion...

"Interesting, very interesting. Each of these sons of my good brother Luo Jia has different ideas."

"Everyone is amazing, everyone has ulterior motives, and everyone maintains superficial peace."

Fulgrim was almost delighted in his own mind, as he realized that being brought here and forced to fight the False Emperor was not such a bad thing.

Otherwise, how could he see this group of strange-looking "filial sons" under Luojia's command.

Erebus's murderous intent towards Angertai, Rajak's hatred towards Lorgar, and Angertai...

Fulgrim sniffed more carefully, and he could vaguely smell a hint of something unusual from the Word Bearer who was as gentle and dazzling as the sun.

Doubt, yes! Doubt!
The doubt comes from Anglete, who also doubts whether his father has the ability to match his ambition.

The Fallen Phoenix's body twitched wildly, and the pleasure reached its climax. He couldn't wait to see the flower of betrayal that grew from Angeltai's seed of doubt.

(End of this chapter)