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Four against one, the advantage is on my side.

"Mortarion and Magnus haven't arrived yet, which is actually an advantage for me." Lorgar thought to himself, "I'm not sure I can convince Mortarion. He is an extremely stubborn freak who hates all psychic powers. His loyalty to Horus is too difficult to shake."

Suddenly, Lorgar and Fulgrim turned around together and looked at a figure under the platform.

He looked no different from the other Hydra warriors who had arrived at Ullanor. Rain carrying a large amount of radioactive dust and pollutants fell from the sky and landed on the ground along the winding giant snake patterns of the Lerna Terminator.

He just looked at Luo Jia quietly, as silent as a lifeless sculpture.

"Is it Alpharius?" said the Dark Apostle Rajak.

"No." The Word Bearer shook his head slightly, "It was his brother, the hidden Hydra Omegan."

"I never thought that this mysterious brother would appear at the parade ground in Ullanor. Has he learned that his brother lost his life because of Horus's wrong order?"

"If he knew, wouldn't that mean... there would be one more person who hated Horus?"

The suddenly appearing Hydra Primarch Omegan was the most mysterious of all the Primarchs. Even many Legion Lords did not know that the Alpha Legion actually had a twin Primarch until after the Horus Heresy.

No one could tell Alpharius and Omegan apart, and no one knew which of them died in Hydra Fortress, or if it was them at all.

Luo Jia decided to test his brother's attitude. At least he hoped that he could remain neutral. Of course, if he could pull him into his camp, Luo Jia would be even happier.

As if realizing what Lorgar wanted to ask, the figure answered directly: "I am Alpharius."

The man who called himself Alpharius seemed unusually lonely, with a faint sense of tragedy emerging from his face.

Although he looked exactly like any other Hydra warrior, Lorgar could feel that the man in front of him was his brother.

The two sides confronted each other quietly for a while, and then Alpharius turned around and disappeared in the pouring rain.

"No hostility." A smile appeared on the face of the Great Speaker. Even without any verbal communication, he already knew the other party's attitude.

Many times everything is implied, and no answer is the answer.

Luo Jia stood under the reviewing stand that towered into the clouds. His sharp sight penetrated the obstruction of rain and fog. A faint psychic barrier enveloped him, helping him to see everything clearly.

"You want to kill him in his glory days? I have underestimated you, my dear Word Bearer brother. Your ambition and greed are more intense than I thought."

"What made you change from a reserved and introverted person to what you are now in the past decade or so?"

Fulgrim's sinister voice sounded from behind him, as if some kind of snake-like creature was spitting out its tongue and collecting pheromones in the air.

"You not only want to replace him, but also want to seize his prestige and dignity in everyone's heart. You want everyone to submit to you. All I can say is... well done!"

"Ambition, sweet ambition, is gushing out of you. You are eager to conquer everything for the great cause in your heart."

Luo Jia ignored his brother's sarcastic remarks. He just waved his hand casually, and then the dark apostle Layak received the order.

As soon as his real name was spoken, Fulgrim immediately began to howl like a fart spirit whose toes had been stepped on.

He laughed and cried at the same time, his tone revealing an extremely strange sense of pleasure and comfort, as if having his real name held by someone's vitals gave him pleasure.

"Fulgrim, you have said too much. Now that you are my slave, you should do what a slave should do."

"Once you cut off Horus' head for me, I will set you free."

"After all, you are always good at beheading things, right? Just repeat it again, just like you did to Ferrus."

Lorgar took a deep breath, completely ignoring the extremely resentful look in the Fallen Phoenix's eyes after the mention of Ferrus.

He clenched the hammer of the Enlightened One in his hand and walked towards the reviewing stand that towered into the sky.

Chapter 574: The Primarchs Fight, and the Winner Takes Charge

After a long period of preparation and brewing, Lorgar Aurelion's ambition finally emerged from its dormant state.

What he wanted was never to kowtow before Horus and become a clay sculpture driven by him.

Only he is worthy of the grace of the original truth, and only he can understand the truth of the world. Fools like Horus who are intoxicated with power and desire for conquest do not deserve these at all.

He could already see that the great Warmaster had completely lost control of his body at this moment. The power of the Four Chaos Gods merged in his body, forming a complex and new will that controlled everything.

He no longer had any concept of selfishness, and everything he did was to contribute to the great game of the four Chaos Gods.

"Horus is no longer qualified to be called a complete person. In that case, I will take his place!"

Everything has been laid out. He only needs to successfully defeat Horus here and knock him off his most glorious and proud throne, and everything will submit to him.

Chaos never favors a loser.

In Lorgar's eyes, Horus was doomed to fail.

The Warmaster was waiting for his brothers to arrive. He stood there comfortably, as if he was an eternal mountain standing still. Even with the wind and rain, and the passage of time, he remained the same.

Humans are generally accustomed to calling the existence that can remain unchanged in an ever-changing world: God.

Lorgar had a hypocritical and humble smile on his face. He was quickly shortening the distance between him and Horus, while his offspring and trump cards were chasing him hard from behind.

As they got closer and closer to the Wolf Shepherd God, the other party's presence became more and more prominent in their eyes.

It was clear that nothing had changed about Horus, but when they really came in front of him, everyone only had eyes for him, nothing else.

For no reason, the confidence in the heart of the Great Speaker gradually dissipated as they slowly approached.

Doubt and confusion began to spread from a corner of his heart. This was not right. For a Primarch, wanting to concentrate completely and not have any distracting thoughts in his mind was an instinctive reaction like breathing.

Of course, apart from the Lord of Macragge, Guilliman is well-known for his multi-threaded thinking, but at the same time it is difficult for him to fully concentrate on one thing.

His eyes were fixed on Horus's dark armor, searching for any possible weaknesses.

The Warmaster still had the huge Moon Wolf fur draped over his shoulders, and his wolf eyes, glowing with a faint light, were staring at Lorgar's position.

He felt as if his shoulders and neck were easily bitten off by the giant wolf's sharp teeth.

Luo Jia quietly cast a psychic spell on himself that could calm his mind. This was a little trick he learned from the original truth, which could remove distracting thoughts from his heart and block out fear and hesitation.

Horus raised his head. His face, which once radiated endless charm, now only had the indifference as if the universe had just died of heat death. There was not a trace of white in his dark eyes; they were empty and deep.

The Word Bearers warriors around Lorgar and the guards brought by Fulgrim instantly fell to their knees under this pressure.

Theoretically, Space Marines do not feel fear, but in front of Horus, they seemed to feel a great presence from the highest heaven, glancing over here briefly.

Powerful, majestic, impossible to look directly at, indescribable.

Thousands of Astartes knelt on the ground in an orderly manner, their heads lowered, paying tribute to the great Warmaster.

Horus gently swept the huge power claw of his right hand across the heads of the Astartes, as if praying and blessing these warriors who were loyal to his great cause.

"Stand up, my warriors."

Horus' voice rang out, echoing in the ears of every Astartes. No matter how far apart they were, they could feel that the Warmaster was making a declaration in front of them.

Behind Lorgar, Fulgrim, who was enslaved and bound by the dark apostle Rajak, felt extremely uncomfortable. His soul was screaming, and waves erupted in the sea of ​​​​Warp.

"My brother, what are you doing?" Horus asked suddenly.

His dark eyes stared into Lorgar's, and the Great Bearer mustered all his courage and pushed his gaze back without giving in.

Lorgar did not answer, and the Word Bearers Astartes who stood up from the ground and the Emperor's Children warriors who followed Fulgrim slowly took a step forward. Their orderly footsteps made a powerful resonant sound, as if the sound of war drums was beating.

Neither side took that step, and the atmosphere quickly dropped to freezing point.

Behind Horus, Captain Abaddon of the First Company and Fakus Cabot, the leader of the Gastlin Terminators, were ready for battle.

They sensed the provocation and hostility from their own brother legions, and no matter what their reasons were, they had to fight back with the utmost strength and ruthlessness.

The Sons of Horus are the leaders of all rebels. They must intimidate others who have ulterior motives. If those ambitious people sense their weakness, ferocious jackals will come and try to tear off a piece of their flesh.

The scepter in Lorgar's hand was glowing slowly, and immense psychic power was being drawn from the warp. It was a gift from the original truth, and they were responding to the call of the Great Bearer.

He felt a little uneasy and surprised in his heart. He originally thought that Horus would express confusion or doubt about his actions, and then convince him with his sharp eloquence.

But Horus did nothing, and the wolf-god was indifferent, as if he was looking at a group of air people.

Sweat slowly seeped out of Lorgar's palms. He tried hard to appear fearless and righteously denounce Horus' incompetence and failure.

However, the other party's attitude of ignoring him had actually deeply hurt his self-esteem.

Silence is the greatest contempt, Horus is too confident.

Is he ready to fail in his own glorious place?

The terrifying sharp blade of the Claw of Horus swung slowly, and the collision of metal and metal made a staggered buzzing sound.

Corrupt and smelly rain fell from the sky, pouring down between the two formerly close Primarch brothers. The puddles formed in the low-lying areas were like an invisible vein, trying to connect the two again.

No one retreated, no one flinched, and now that things had come to this, there was no turning back.

Luojia suddenly raised his hammer of the Illuminator, and in an instant, dazzling psychic light pierced through the heavy rain, destroying some of the nothingness.

"Kill Horus!"

The mighty voice of the Lord of the Word Bearers resounded throughout Ullanor. All the Space Marines and mortal armies who knew about it drove their war vehicles, and even the Titan Legions rushed to the reviewing stand under his will.

The gigantic divine machine charged forward at a rapid pace, crushing some mortals and Astartes who were unable to dodge beneath it.

Their weapon arrays began to warm up and charge, with volcano cannons and earthquake cannons aimed at the Sons of Horus' camp, and death strike missiles locked onto the Warmaster.

This is a military coup to the death, a reshuffle of power and status within Chaos.

The earth began to tremble and wail under the violent impact, while those unaware legionnaires looked at the abnormal situation of the Word Bearers and the Emperor's Children Legion in great shock.

What's going on? Aren't we here to gather in Ullanor?

Why did you start fighting among yourselves?

Is this a fight between the primarchs, with the winner being the king?

Crazy, everyone went crazy. The World Eaters who received the news also rushed out. Angron, the Daemon Prince of Khorne and the rider of the Butcher's Nails, vibrated his flesh wings, let out a terrifying roar and pounced on Horus.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Angron roared with a grim smile on his face, and the Blood God's Battle Axe in his hand became extremely huge, and he chopped down at his brother without mercy.

He no longer cared about the causes and consequences. At this moment, he just wanted a river of blood to flow.

Chapter 575: The Winner Takes All