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"It's now, Rayak!"

"Come with me!"

Luojia launched a fearless charge towards the warmaster in front of him. The dazzling holy light enveloped his gray-white armor, making him look like a god descending to the earth.

Even the elite enchanted warriors who charged with him had a halo rune on their heads, which greatly amplified their combat effectiveness.

Compared to his Red Devil brother, Lorgar's psychic power is weaker and his combat ability may be a little short, but he is better at using rituals to amplify his power.

At the same time, he is also good at applying status to buff his own side or weaken the enemy.

Upon hearing the Gene-Father's psychic call, the Dark Apostle immediately recited Fulgrim's true name, forcibly binding the lazy Slaanesh Daemon Prince to join the battle.

Fulgrim's eyes revealed deep hatred. He was being enslaved and driven, but he had no way to resist. The great humiliation made him feel angry, but at the same time he felt a strange and special pleasure.

Then he disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Horus almost instantly.

It’s fast, too fast. Even if the former Fulgrim were to fight against the current Ascended Phoenix, he would definitely be beaten to a pulp.

This extreme speed comes from the favor of the Prince of Pleasure. Slaanesh favored Fulgrim greatly and bestowed him with a lot of favors.

Four arms stretched out from the upper body of the Fallen Phoenix, each holding a narrow scimitar of a different shape. These cold weapons were glowing with a faint purple light, and were tempered with the deadly poison from the realm of Slaanesh.

Greed, gluttony, lust, pride, vanity, laziness.

The curses from the six rings of the Silver Palace were integrated into it, together creating Fulgrim's deadly threat.

He is more dangerous than the straightforward Angron.

Even the Primarch would never want to experience what it feels like to have his body pierced by these Chaos artifacts.

After being promoted to a demon prince, Fulgrim's amazing swordsmanship showed no signs of being abandoned. On the contrary, his swordsmanship was more varied and bizarre than before with four arms.

Now has come the most dangerous moment. On the other side, Angron, dominated by eternal rage, wielded the Blood Father and Blood Son axes repaired by the Blood God, and slashed at the back of Horus' neck with the momentum of killing everything.

Angron was filled with rage and murderous intent. The Butcher's Nails controlled his body, causing him to fight and bleed continuously.

And now he fights for Lorgar, and the demon ascension ceremony that the Great Speaker personally performed has finally paid off.

Angron did not want to fight. He was tired of the eternal and meaningless fighting. What he wanted to do most was to find an uninhabited planet and give himself a quick and clean death.

But the Blood God wouldn't allow it, nor would the Butcher's Nails, nor would Lorgar.

They only wanted Angron to offer his blood, death and head for them. The Lord of the Red Sand of Nuceria had been a slave to others from birth to his ascension to the devil, and this had never changed.

Before landing, Lorgar had already slaughtered all the mortal slaves in his fleet. Their blood, bones, and souls had been made into materials for the ritual by the Great Bearer.

The obsession and resentment of countless lives before their death were materialized on the land of Ullanor at this moment.

Countless whispers and countless curses gathered together; their voices filled Horus' ears and their phantoms blurred Horus' eyes.

The power of the curse is corroding the Warmaster's heart, making him fall into the most confused and helpless state.

"I know this won't kill you, my brother, but in this state, how are you going to deal with the two cards in my hand?"

"I have suffered so much and endured so long for this moment, but I have finally done it. I will overthrow your rule. You cannot win victory for Chaos."

Lorgar laughed wildly, his face twisted, the disguised calmness and humility on his face finally torn apart, while Fulgrim's scimitar and Angron's axe were already intertwined from front to back.

This is a dead end, Horus is doomed.

Even if he is the Warmaster, no one can resist the siege of so many Demon Primarchs.

The Word Bearers on Ullanor came out in droves, and large numbers of original enchanted warriors roared and rushed towards the warriors of the Sons of Horus, violently tearing apart the "copies" created by Malohurst the Twister.

The fights between enchanted warriors are more brutal and bloody than those between Space Marines. These demons of the Warp reproduce their appearance in the High Heavens: tearing open the bodies of their opponents, devouring the essence and core of their enemies alive, and sucking them dry.

And those crazy Emperor's children also began to use the extremely dangerous sonic weapons in their hands to backstab the Sons of Horus under the order of their commander.

Groups of elite veterans of the 16th Legion fell to the ground unexpectedly. Their armor might have remained intact, but the flesh and bones in their bodies had already been shattered, and under the irresistible sound wave shockwaves, they turned into mud like rag bags.

The sounds of desperate destruction echoed everywhere, and every time an Astartes was blown to pieces, the noise warriors of the Emperor's Children felt as if they had taken the most wonderful hallucinogen.

The essence of chaos is chaos. Is there anything wrong with killing one's own allies?

In fact, even when fighting the threat posed by the Emperor, most of the forces of the Four Chaos Gods were still killing each other.

The great game never ends.

The World Eaters swung their chain axes silently. Each of these violent warriors was carrying the Butcher's Nails. Just like their enslaved genetic father, the World Eaters were slaves. Their fate was to fight and kill until death.

The flames of war burned, corpses were everywhere, this final rebellion gathered under the flames of ambition, burned into brothers fighting each other, allies backstabbing, all grand visions and great undertakings were temporarily put aside, and it was destined that only one of Lorgar and Horus could be chosen by the four gods.

And now it seems that the situation is tilting in favor of the Great Bearer.

And those third-party forces that are still in orbit and on the surface of the planet have to choose a side.

Perturabo stayed in the position built by his descendants. Thanks to the characteristics of the Iron Warriors, when they arrived at a site, they would instinctively turn it into a solid and durable war fortress.

These Sons of Perturabo, who were proficient in earthworks and plastering, remained aloof. Even the Noise Warriors or the Sons of Horus who launched a counterattack were unable to break through their iron defenses.

"Fight, fight, fight until a winner emerges, and then we continue our great war. I will ask the Emperor for my share of glory, and then crush him to pieces!"

"I can refuse it, but you can't refuse it, father. Am I asking too much?"

"When you took me away from Olympia, you told us that the great cause we were going to undertake would require countless sufferings and costs. I did it, but what about you?"

Perturabo seemed to be irritated by the scene of brothers fighting each other, and began to question the Emperor in his own voice.

The Iron Lord was surrounded in the middle by his own iron ring robots, while the Iron Warriors, whose faces were filled with anger and jealousy, surrounded the outer edge.

They are staring at those enemies who are even tougher than them with a murderous look.

And in their fortress, there was a group of aliens wearing blue-purple power armor. Under pressure from Perturabo, Ahriman, the First Captain of the Thousand Sons, explained his betrayal to the Primarch who came to question him.

"Dear Lord of Iron, I apologize for the unpleasantness that happened between us in the past."

The Thousand Sons' First Captain was respectful, the situation was stronger than the man, they might have been able to deliver a heavy blow to City Breaker Fricks, but when the Iron Lord himself stood before them, they realized.

It is time to give in, to bow to a Primarch without trembling.

Perturabo narrowed his eyes with some complacency, but his face still showed a terrifying look of anger, as if he would tear them to pieces alive in the next second.

"My lord, the whereabouts of our Gene-Father is still unknown. His last movement was to go to Terra with Konrad Curze to search for soul fragments." Ahriman said.

"For the sake of your brotherhood with him, please help us find the Primarch. Please, we really don't know who else to turn to except you. The Warmaster simply ignores us. As long as you have power and a friendly heart."

"Compared to you, Horus is not worthy of being the ruler. He has lost his human heart."

Perturabo fell for this exactly, and the Thousand Son's confession of fault and sincere plea really scratched the itch in his heart.

Let the past be the past. Anyway, these incompetent sons of his have disappointed him enough.

"I will find Magnus, not because you ask me to, but because I care about my brother."

"The brotherhood between us is a rare treasure in the world."

Perturabo obviously wanted to agree immediately, but his face changed and he changed his words.

He did so out of brotherly love, not the pleas and flattery of the Thousand Sons.

Among the Iron Warriors at the side, there was an Astartes who looked no different from his companions. There was a faint arc of indigo in his eyes. He turned his head away with some difficulty, as he really couldn't bear to see Perturabo's twisted look of saying one thing and thinking another.

Chapter 576 Win Win Win (Please follow up)

The Word Bearers, Emperor's Children and World Eaters Legions joined forces and stabbed the Sons of Horus in the back on the glorious star of Ullanor.

The betrayal came without warning, and by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late.

Countless elite veterans fell on the Avenue of Victory where the Emperor once reviewed them. They betrayed the Emperor, but today, they were also ruthlessly betrayed by their own allies.

Many times, betrayal is as continuous as dominoes. Those who betray will be betrayed by others, and this cycle will continue endlessly.

More legions chose to remain neutral and watch. They might have been extremely loyal to Horus in the past, but in the long and bitter war, their trust and admiration had long since degenerated into obedience and hatred.

If it weren't for the prestige accumulated by the Warmaster over the long years, the strength of the Legion as a support, and the vision of conquering Terra and overthrowing the Emperor, I am afraid that these rebels who gathered together would have dispersed long ago, and might even kill each other in order to snatch various supplies.

The rebels' lives were not as easy as imagined. Wherever they went, they were like a swarm of locusts, plundering all the resources and people they could take away, and then burning everything to ashes.

This strategic approach of exhausting all resources will certainly allow them to unleash extremely powerful war potential in a short period of time, but as long as the offensive momentum is curbed and suppressed, the accumulated contradictions and conflicts will instantly ignite the powder keg.

If it weren't for Vashtor, this troublemaker, the rebels would probably soon be out of weapons and ammunition, and would not have enough manpower to repair the damaged vehicles and machinery.

The Dark Mechanicus are really weak. They are very interested in playing with the Daemon Engine, but they are not even as good as those Mechanicus who are still loyal to the Empire in supporting the rebels.

"See that, Horus?"

"You have lost the support of the people. When I challenged you, there was no one to protect your throne."

"You are finished. Today is your end."

Lorgar swung his war hammer, and the fierce light released by the Illuminator caused black mist to rise above Horus' body. Since the Great Speaker had studied the original truth, he naturally knew how to deal with the existence of the warp.

His power attribute has a strong restraining effect on Horus at this moment.

Even if a Blood God's Great Demon were to fight against it, it would be completely exiled by the Great Speaker in his prime after just a few rounds.

But this was not a special effect brought about by the Emperor's divine power. It was purely because Luojia, based on his own understanding, skillfully and cleverly reversed the power of chaos, causing it to have the effect of canceling out and annihilating each other.

The Great Speaker was still the same, attacking his opponent with his mouth while fighting, trying to make Horus' psychological defenses loosen for a moment.

He had done the same to Guilliman in the beginning, and it worked every time.

"The gods must win, but you, as their co-choice, are a loser. You cannot give them victory!"

"Someone has to take your place, and that someone is me."

The three Primarchs Lorgar, Fulgrim and Angron came charging at him with hatred, while the Wolf God was blocking them with his Worldbreaker Hammer and the Claw of Horus.

There was no trace of anger on his face, and even his steps were as leisurely as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, as if being surrounded and attacked by three of the most powerful Primarchs in the galaxy was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

The hammer in his hand danced gently, but he was able to block Angron's fatal blow just right. He didn't even show any expression of effort, and the terrifying power of the Khorne Demon Prince that was enough to split a mountain disappeared without a trace.

Angron was certainly not slacking off, in fact his Butcher's Nails would never allow him to do so.

The scarlet face of the Lord of Red Sand turned even redder, and the pair of devil wings that covered the sky and the sun almost left afterimages. Terrifying meridians burst out on his brass-like muscles and bones, and the surging sense of power almost dissipated.

In the past, Angron, who had not yet ascended to magic, could lift a Warhound-class Titan that wanted to crush him to death, but now, even an Emperor-class Titan would have no chance of crushing him to death.

The wrathful power from the realm of Khorne continuously strengthened him, but no matter how much anger and violence he accumulated, he always felt powerless when facing the hammer of Horus.

On the other side, when Fulgrim swung his poisoned blade and turned it into a blade storm, Horus fought back with his power claws. The five sharp claws jumped freely, perfectly breaking Fulgrim's superb swordsmanship.

Even if the Prince of Slaanesh's four arms and four sharp blades tried their best, they could not escape Horus's five-finger claw knife. It was equivalent to him distracting himself and using only one hand to deal with the Fallen Phoenix.