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It seemed that Lorgar's arrival had scared away some of the little demons. In this palace, only Fulgrim and a Great Keeper of Slaanesh were making love, while a group of mortals who had fallen into the realm of Slaanesh were trembling beside them.

They were terrified, yet at the same time they felt extreme pleasure from it, and they couldn't stop.

Lorgar saw with his own eyes that Fulgrim twisted his snake-like lower body. He used one hand to gently and slowly comb the long hair of the Great Keeper of Secrets, which was like a group of twisted snakes. With the other hand, he took out a moist red fruit of an unknown variety from the luxurious silver plate on the table.

The fruit exuded an astonishingly sweet smell, and a scream of fear outlined a horrifying face. The twisted and slippery Great Keeper of Secrets stretched out his snake-like lips and tongue, licked Fulgrim's finger and swallowed it into his stomach.

His former brother, trembling, pulled his fingers out of the other's belly, with an expression of infinite debauchery and blasphemy.

"The Great Keeper of Secrets...Nakali." Lorgar's pupils shrank slightly as he recognized the identity of the follower of Slaanesh.

The unique sticky and slippery feeling of the Prince of Pleasure's demon is like human body fluids. The enchanting, bloated and ugly demon brings a strong sense of conflict and contrast, forming a sharp contrast with the handsome and enchanting Fallen Phoenix.

Lorgar was not too surprised, for he knew the nature of the demons of Slaanesh very well, and Fulgrim had already become Slaanesh's new lover after sacrificing Perturabo's life essence and part of his essence.

Nakali's bloated and obese body squirmed like a maggot, and her changing face was exactly the same as Fulgrim's own. The two embraced and merged together. It was not until a long time later that Fulgrim was willing to look his brother in the eye.

"Fulgrim, your perfection has been completely shattered. Is this your choice?" Lorgar sighed in his heart. He still preferred the perfect brother of the past rather than the wriggling blasphemy in front of him.

"It's me, Fulgrim. We need you."

"You should go back to the war."

Lorgar's deep voice knocked down the crowd like a shock wave. The loyal followers of Slaanesh fell to their knees one after another, spitting out blood in pain, and feeling a strange pleasure and joy in the pain.

"Join the war?"

As if he had heard some shocking joke, Fulgrim covered his abdomen with his hands. The dense snake scales stood upside down and twisted into a ball, and he laughed so hard that he was out of breath.

"Haha, me? You want me to go back? To serve Horus?"

The Fallen Phoenix asked back sarcastically. He didn't want to go back at all. Those boring wars were not as important as being here with his beloved Nakali.

He had already realized the bliss here, and the dry war could not bring him any joy at all.

"My dear brother, who gave you the courage to come here and face me? Was it Horus?"

Fulgrim took a deep breath of the air, then he looked at his brother and smiled ostentatiously.

"I smell ambition, and the source is you."

"That surprises me. Aren't you a fanatic? Do you have your own ambitions?"

Lorgar simply clenched his Illuminator, and the shining hammer released a strong psychic light to fight against the oppression from the Demon Prince.

"If you can be intimate with me, maybe I can agree to it? Why not try it?"

The wriggling snake-man extended an invitation to Lorgar, and the Great Bearer looked at his brother with disgust.

"You're lying. How can there be any brotherhood between us? Luo Jia, we were just born in a laboratory, just like bacteria growing on a piece of rotten meat. Can there be brotherhood between bacteria?"

"Those two Primarchs whose traces were wiped out by our father were also our brothers?"

Fulgrim's arrogant voice sounded, and Lorgar took a step forward and began to question him directly with sharp words.

"Oh? And Ferrus too? There's no brotherhood between you?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the palace fell to freezing point. Nakari let out a moan mixed with pain and pleasure. Fulgrim's palm penetrated deeply into the other's flesh, tearing the skin and flesh to the bones, and even crushing one of the Great Keeper's internal organs.

The Fallen Phoenix disappeared on the spot. No one could see the trajectory of his movements, not even a shadow, not even Luo Jia.

A flash of enchanting knife light flashed by, and the Great Huaiyan only had time to block it with his Enlightenment, before he was knocked into the wall with his armor, and was deeply sunken into it.

Luo Jia gritted his teeth to absorb the terrifying impact.

After becoming a demon, Fulgrim became even stronger. He felt that he only had a fifty percent chance of winning.

"You are not allowed to—mention him!"

"No one can mention my beloved Ferrus! No one!"

The wriggling snake man was screaming. His six arms were holding long and narrow scimitars. The blades, which were tempered with poison and reflected a faint blue-purple light, came like a storm, cutting Luojia's body.

The Great Bearer immediately mobilized his psychic energy to form a shield to protect himself and the Dark Apostle.

As for the other Word Bearers Astartes, they were turned into pieces on the ground under Fulgrim's rage. The sizes and cutting surfaces of the body pieces were exactly the same, which was a demonstration of the Fallen Phoenix's perfect swordsmanship in the past.

"You have been blessed by the Dark Prince, Fulgrim, and you have become what Slaanesh wants you to be, but I must tell you that whether you like it or not, you must return to the battlefield that belongs to you."

Lorgar revealed his hand directly. He responded to Fulgrim's scimitar with a ferocious war hammer. Compared with the Great Bearer who had studied the primordial truth for a long time during the Nuceria period, his strength was much stronger and he was able to fight back and forth with his opponent.

"This war is to resist the Emperor. That liar has deceived all of us. As the Prince of Pleasure's follower, you have the responsibility to take back humanity for your master."

"This war is not for Horus, but to crush lies and fight for the original truth!"

At the word lie, Fulgrim laughed again, his stabbing scimitar retracted behind his back.

"Lies. I quite like lies, but you are so boring, Lorga. You came all the way to me just to tell me that I have to take my flesh and blood back to that boring war."

"This war has had nothing to do with me from the beginning," said Fulgrim.

The Great Speaker realized that the other party was right, because the corruption of the Emperor's Children had nothing to do with other factors. It was purely their accumulated pursuit and desire for perfection, which erupted after being provoked by the Slaanesh demon contained in the Sword of the Dead.

The seeds of the Emperor's Children's corruption had already been planted. Unlike the Iron Warriors and the World Eaters, who were filled with hatred and anger towards the Emperor, the corruption of the Phoenix Lord came from within himself.

It was the corruption of the Primarch that ignited the fire of rebellion. After the loyalists within the Emperor's Children were massacred and purged, the Third Legion began to accelerate its sprint towards the Abyss.

"I don't care about you, Horus, or your ridiculous hatred. Should I cry for your revenge?"

"Ferus died, died by my sword. Do you understand my pain?"

Fulgrim's body swelled up, revealing his true appearance. His six slender arms each grasped a stabbing scimitar, and a long snake tail snaked down from his chest and abdomen. The enchanting pink and purple light surged from the fallen phoenix's brows, converging into a pure murderous intent.

"I don't care about anything, Luo Jia, go away, get out of my world!"

Chapter 463 Luo Jia: I'm OK Again (Please Subscribe)

Facts have proved that the demon primarch, who seemed to have let go of everything and was just indulging in lustful pleasures, also had his own weaknesses and soft spots.

For Fulgrim, Medusa's Gorgon was his greatest weakness.

No matter how many illusions and lies he used to deceive himself, it could not change the fact that it was he who chopped off Ferrus' head with his own sword on the battlefield of Isstvan V.

He would never forget the rage that almost solidified into a physical form when Ferrus heard his tactful attempt to surrender.

The Iron Hands have always been known for their extreme calmness and precise calculations; their warriors rarely lose control on the battlefield, and Ferrus is even more so.

Lorgar's sharp sarcasm did pull Fulgrim out of his sluggish, indifferent state, but he soon discovered a bigger problem.

That is... he seemed to have gone too far.

Fulgrim, transformed into his original form, was able to completely free himself, especially here in the depths of the Warp, at the core of the Six Rings of Slaanesh, which would undoubtedly completely boost his power.

With just a light chop, Luo Jia was knocked away again. He felt as helpless as a piece of clay that could be manipulated by anyone.

The Great Speaker then realized that the "50% chance of winning" he had thought of was a bit too optimistic.

His melee strength, his psychic magic, his understanding of the primordial truth were useless in the face of Fulgrim's naked violence.

Lorgar sensed his brother's murderous intent, which apparently opened up a scar on Ferrus, sending the Fallen Phoenix into a rage.

He stood up with difficulty. Cracks had appeared on the armor on his body, but the Enlightener was still shining.

A healing psychic spell was cast, and Lorgar's complexion improved a little, but then Fulgrim attacked again like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Paji!"

Lorgar was knocked to the ground by the demon prince's giant snake tail. Fulgrim deftly controlled his tail, wrapped and tied up Lorgar, and brought him in front of him.

"I really don't want to kill you, but who made you so ignorant?"

"You are happy too early!"

Luo Jia suddenly shouted, and the blood from his broken internal organs sprayed onto the wriggling snake scales.

In a dark corner, the dark apostle Zardu Rajak, whom Fulgrim had never paid much attention to, had already prepared his spell.

He ignited the psychic fire and recited as quickly as he could the name of Fulgrim that Lorgar had once told him.

The true name of the Daemon Primarch was extremely long and complicated. As more and more of his true name were revealed, Fulgrim's power suddenly began to fade away as if the air was being deflated.

"No! No! How did you know?!"

The Fallen Phoenix finally started to get scared, but it was too late.

Lorgar activated his power armor, his muscles exploded, and he landed back on the ground with a flash of psychic energy.

He swung his Illuminator, swung it in a circle, accumulated kinetic energy, and smashed it fiercely on the shrunken Fulgrim.

After Rajak finished reading the real name, his will was already able to control the demon primarch in front of him. It was a new feeling. He could feel how terrifying the other party's power was, but he had to be controlled by others because of his real name.

"No wonder father is unwilling to promote a demon to become a prince of any Chaos God. For the Primarch, promoting a demon may not be a reward, but a short-sighted act of neglecting the main goal."

The Demon Primarch's new lover was about to pounce on her to save her beloved Phoenix, but was stopped by a greater will and had to stop.

Lorgar's behavior was condoned by Slaanesh, otherwise the two of them would have just fought in the palace. Did they really think that the Prince of Pleasure's temper was so easy to control?

Slaanesh wouldn't mind corrupting another Primarch by force. After all, no evil god would dislike the fact that there are too many Primarchs, the favorites of both the Warp and the real universe.

Greed is the power of the Prince of Pleasure. If it were not for the checks and balances of the other three Chaos Gods, Slaanesh would have been unable to suppress his nature and would have taken action long ago.

"Well done, Layak." Lorgar praised his offspring, then looked at his brother who was tied up and unable to move.

"We should have cooperated happily, brother, but now you have lost the opportunity to cooperate with me."

"I am your master now."

Lorgar showed a sneer and a look of pleasure. He had obtained the pawns that could kill Horus, the Warmaster.

"Fulgrim is only the first. There is also Angron and Magnus who can be contacted as well."

Lorgar walked among the six rings of Slaanesh, pondering how best to kill Horus.

His desire had changed from overthrowing Horus' rule and dominating the Chaos rebels himself to killing Horus. He was fed up with the other party's contempt and insults, and did not want to see how this so-called Four Gods' Choice robbed him of his glory.

Only he, Lorgar, Lord of the Word Bearers, was worthy of being an agent of Chaos.

The Dark Apostle Rajak controlled Fulgrim and summoned all the Emperor's Children scattered in the Slaanesh Realm. After unifying them into a legion again, he left this strange warp.

In the empty palace, Nakali, who had been curled up in place, suddenly smiled happily.

Her appearance began to become abstract, turning into an androgynous look that exuded endless charm.