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

Chapter 579: You also became a demon? (Please follow)

Luo Jia once thought that his will was so strong that he could sacrifice his life for the great vision of realizing the original truth.

But as the deadly ritual dagger pierced his body, devouring the primarch's powerful life force, he realized.

"I cannot die yet. I have not yet seen the day when Horus is defeated by his weakness."

“Although the gods did not choose me, when Horus died, they had no better choice.”

"Horus cannot defeat the Emperor,"

In an instant, Luo Jia thought of thousands of reasons for himself. He was half-kneeling on the ground, with his upper body leaning in Angertai's arms. This was his most beloved son, and it was he who almost killed him.

The Great Bearer's heart was filled with extremely bitter emotions, corroding his heart and soul. The pain was greater than the trauma caused by being pierced through the chest with a ritual dagger.

In his flash of recollection, he wondered when exactly he and his sons became alienated from each other, to the point where he disappointed them and made them abandon him.

Rajak, Angertai, and Lorgar had been mentally prepared for Erebus' betrayal, so they were not too surprised by it.

Even though Angertai had betrayed him and nearly killed him, Lorgar had no desire to see Erebus backstab his proudest son.

Let’s not talk about other aspects of Luojia for now, but the Great Speaker does care and love his sons very much.

He even often sat down and discussed with his sons, discussing the original truth of the universe on an equal footing and studying their respective beliefs and ideas.

Of course, it all came to an end on this day, and they could never go back to the way they were before.

"I never thought that in order to save Angron and prevent him from dying from the Butcher's Nails, I took great pains to make him ascend to the level of a demon and become the Demon Prince of the Blood God. But today, it is my turn so soon."

"So this is what it feels like to be stabbed through the chest with a ritual dagger."

"Ridiculous, ridiculous."

The ritual dagger can completely annihilate and kill even Chaos Daemons, and Primarchs are no exception.

Luojia's demigod body was inevitably heading towards death, with vital signs becoming increasingly weaker, while Angertai just quietly held his father's gradually cooling body.

The other Word Bearers watched this scene, and although there was some commotion in the crowd, not all Word Bearers were completely opposed to their Primarch. There were also many Space Marines who were loyal to him and expressed extreme anger at Angertai's patricide.

But those Astartes who followed Angertai's orders suppressed their brothers who intended to rebel. Now that things had come to this, Lorgar's only fate was to become a demon.

A huge chaos octagonal rune emerged on the land of Ullanor, and the flickering chaos light devoured all the souls of the dead Astartes.

In the recent civil war, thousands of Astartes from various legions were killed.

Those souls and lives were sacrificed to the Undivided Chaos, which is the most magnificent existence independent of the Four Chaos Gods and the essence of the Warp.

Lorgar's life form is being reshaped, and the superhuman body created by the Emperor using biological alchemy and genetic genetics is completely dead.

A scream and echo that resounded through countless worlds appeared in the warp, instantly tearing apart countless wandering warp creatures.

Countless beings were aware that a Primarch was dying, and this symbolic event even gave birth to an entity in the Warp that corresponded to the death of the Great Bearer.

Just as Ferrus Malus's death scream created a Warp Daemon known as the Sapphire King, so too did the shadow of Lorgar's death give rise to a similar being.

His unwillingness, his anger, and the fire of betrayal will never cease, and the curse will entangle every Word Bearers warrior.

After sacrificing the souls of those who died, Luojia also gained the recognition of the High Heaven. He was rewarded with immortality and unfettered power, and upgraded himself to the Demon Prince of the Void Realm.

His broken scarlet armor became even larger, with more spikes and filthy runes appearing on it. Luojia's originally extremely holy and moving face was shrouded in the hazy chaotic light.

A horn sprouted from his forehead and on each side of his head, curving upwards. A tougher skin and scales replaced his rune-covered hide, gleaming with Chaos runes. Lorgar's size grew even larger, rivaling even Horus's incarnation. A greater power surged through his veins, far surpassing anything before.

But Luo Jia was not happy at all. This was not what he wanted. As a prophet of the Warp, he knew very well the price to pay for ascending to the throne of demon.

Everything has a price. The subspace will only demand more, and those who trade with the subspace will always suffer the loss.

It is difficult to say how the nature of the Primarchs differs from that of the Chaos Daemons. The Emperor's incredible biotechnology has given these entities, which were originally in the Warp, the privilege of bypassing the power of the Veil and walking in the world.

This is something that even the Four Chaos Gods could not do, but the Emperor made it a reality.

Having become a demon prince, Lorgar can no longer stay in the real universe as he pleases, unless it is a place like the Eye of Terror where the veil of existence is blurred.

Just like now, Luojia, whose armor still retained scarlet broken cracks, felt the rejection and resistance of the real universe towards him.

He must rely on rituals and sacrifices of life to maintain his existence.

From now on, if he wants to realize his plans and ideas in the real universe, he must rely on a being that can walk freely in the material world, or be summoned here.

But he had already lost control of the Word Bearers Legion. Could he still order his own offspring to summon him?

Where would Angertai lead the remaining Word Bearers? Lorgar did not know.

And for some reason, after Luojia became a demon, he felt a sense of emptiness from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if something extremely precious had disappeared from his life essence because of the demonic ascension.

This made him extremely uneasy, but he could do nothing about it.

"Oh, my brother." The prince of Slaanesh was extremely excited, with a disgusting and morbid expression on his face. He then quickly came to Lorgar and said, "Look, who is this? It's our proud Aurelion. How did you become a demon?"

"I thought you would happily choose to die after your failure, but I didn't expect that you would choose to survive."

"You are not as dignified as we thought."

The tone of the Fallen Phoenix was extremely asking for a beating and gloating. He felt completely refreshed about Angertai's betrayal.

You've come to this day, Luo Jia.

"I hope your real name has not been known to your sons. Otherwise, one day in the future, the Word Bearers may consider summoning an Ascended Primarch as a last resort." Fulgrim speculated maliciously. This was not impossible.

"You have to fight for the offspring who betrayed you. You can be summoned and dismissed at will. Hahahaha, when I think of that scene, I can't help but cramp my abdominal muscles."

Angertai looked at the Primarch who was looking at him. Due to the lack of the replenishment of ritual power, Lorgar's body was becoming illusory.

And after defeating Erebus with ease, Angerte no longer had any rivals within the legion who could contend with him.

The skinned Erebus is just an old dog, nothing to be feared.

The Dark Apostle Rajak has left the Legion and joined the camp behind Horus. He is no longer a member of the Seventeenth Legion.

And Angertai and the other Word Bearers warriors behind him slowly knelt in front of Horus.

"Great Warmaster, please lead us."

Lorgar's face looked extremely ugly, Fulgrim was laughing like a madman, twitching all over and curled up on the ground, and Horus just waved his hand lightly, acknowledging the status of these Word Bearers warriors.

The farce is over, but this great rallying ceremony will continue.

(End of this chapter)