Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Every time a Word Bearer spoke his true thoughts, Lorgar's face turned pale.

The truth was often more hurtful than a lie, and he had thought that his allies might turn against him, which was no surprise, since that was how he got them to betray Horus.

But how could his sons, his Word Bearers, betray him? !

Moreover, they believed that they were inferior to Guilliman, which was even more unacceptable to Lorgar's self-esteem than the betrayal of his offspring.

He and Guilliman are mortal enemies, not only because of the hatred they had in the City of Perfection, but also because of the conflict between two completely different philosophies.

Even when Guilliman was in the most dangerous moment under the attack of Lorgar, he still firmly believed in the truth of the Empire, but Lorgar had already thrown himself into the embrace of the Warp.

These are two completely different concepts.

But fortunately, he still has Angerte and Erebus. Lorgar doesn't have much to be thankful for.

Looking at Luojia's relieved eyes, a deeper disappointment emerged in Angertai's heart.

This disappointment did not come suddenly. It had taken root in Angertai's heart long before Lorgar betrayed his faith in the Emperor.

He realized that his father was not a staunch believer, he was just a follower and admirer of power.

"Erebas... is hostile to you and has murderous intentions." Angelte heard the whisper of his brother, the demon Ram.

"be careful."

Ingerte gave his brother a positive reply. They were always like this, caring about each other.

The confrontation between Horus and Lorgar continued. No one knew what the Warmaster was thinking. No one dared to urge him to make a decision. They just waited quietly for Horus' next move.

Suddenly, the Wolf Shepherd God picked up his brother who was lying in a pool of blood and made him stand in front of him.

"I won't kill you, even if you betray me."

Lorgar did not feel relieved at the news. On the contrary, it was a great shame, although it was slightly worse than being told by his own son that he was not as good as Guilliman.

"I will not thank you for your mercy, Horus. I will watch your empire burn and perish."

Horus was not at all angered by Lorgar's harsh words. He even retracted his power claws and patiently brushed off the dust attached to the other's scarlet armor.

Then he dropped his Worldbreaker hammer and opened his arms in front of Lorgar, completely exposing his chest and vital parts.

"If you are brave enough, come and take away the power of the four gods from me, and build your kingdom of God on earth."

"If you are that magnanimous, I will give you a chance, just like our father gave you the chance to repent in the ashes of the Perfect City."

Lorgar didn't know whether Horus was really too arrogant or just wanted to imitate the old emperor, but when the thought of killing him came to his mind, Horus immediately abstracted into a more grand existence.

He is not a specific person, but a part of the Warp. The original truth has accumulated too much power in him. He is more like a conscious Warp disaster.

Luo Jia did not take action. He knew that he could not kill the opponent with his own ability. If he continued like this, he would only bring humiliation upon himself.

"It turns out that I overestimated you, Lorgar." Horus seemed very disappointed. He used his irresistible psychic power to force the other party to kneel before him, and buried his bloody forehead deeply into the filthy earth.

Fulgrim, who had broken free from the shackles of his true name, came to Lorgar's side like lightning and wrapped his snake tail around the other's tattered body. The fallen phoenix stretched out its long tongue and licked the scarlet blood that flowed from the other.

He hated Lorgar's enslavement of him and mocked his stupidity and weakness.

But Horus stopped him and commanded the prince of Slaanesh to remain silent.

"Go away, Lorgar, get out of my sight, you are a complete loser, go back to the warp and flatter the gods, you slave to power."

Luo Jia stood up trembling. He didn't even pick up the hammer of the Enlightened One that fell on the ground. He walked towards his legion on his own.

He was in a daze, completely losing the high spirits he had at the beginning.

Erebas stood behind Angerte. His movements were extremely covert and he seized this fleeting opportunity.

All attention was drawn to Horus's humiliation of Lorgar, and this was exactly what he wanted.

The Legion was divided, with half of them following Rayak's loyalty to Horus.

Erebus grasped the ceremonial dagger hidden in the armor in his hand. Angertai seemed to be about to welcome back his Primarch, with his back to the Hand of Fate.

"Please die for a great cause."

Erebus moved suddenly, the evil energy of the Warp accelerated his speed, and he almost teleported behind Angerte.

The ritual dagger flashed a dangerous arc of light, and the demon Ram in Angertai's body immediately began to scream warnings.

"boom!"

With a loud noise that attracted everyone's attention, Erebas sank deeply into the rock like a meteorite. His face was full of disbelief, and he didn't understand what had happened in the blink of an eye.

Angerte defeated Erebus's sneak attack with one strike, and snatched the deadly dagger with superb fighting skills that far surpassed his opponent.

"You're still better off being shameless, you beast."

The ritual dagger fluttered like a butterfly, gently peeling off Erebus's face that had been healed with the magic of the Warp.

In the past, Horus peeled off his face with his own sword, and today, the same thing happened again.

The chief priest's face was perfectly peeled off and then stuck to his shoulder armor by Angertai. The bloody facial muscles were still twitching and wriggling wildly. Erebas was no match for this perfect enchanted warrior.

Just when everyone was surprised by the battle within the Word Bearers, Angertai continued to move forward. Holding a ceremonial dagger in his hand, he ran towards the Gene-Father who was walking back to the legion.

As Lorgar looked at him in disbelief, Angertai stabbed the ritual dagger into Lorgar's chest.

There was an uproar.

This filthy sorcery weapon instantly corroded the flesh of the Great Word Bearer. His vitality was rapidly draining away. The Warp would not show mercy to its believers. In this respect, it was fair.

Luojia knelt helplessly on the ground, no blood flowed from his broken armor, everything was swallowed up by the ritual dagger.

Having completed the act of patricide, Angertai stabbed the ritual dagger deeper. He held his father's head in his arms, stroked his skull with his other hand, and sincere tears gushed out of Angertai's eyes.

The tears mixed with the blood and disappeared.

"Father," he said.

"You can no longer lead the Word Bearers. Horus is right. You are a complete failure."

Luo Jia's breath weakened rapidly, and soon he was barely able to breathe.

The unwillingness in his eyes turned into a helpless relief, and Luo Jia began to smile bitterly.

"Even you."

Angeltai was crying while killing his father. His love and hatred were so pure that even the demons in the subspace would be fascinated by him.

"Become a demon, father, and become the demon prince of Chaos Undivided. I know you don't want to be a slave to any specific evil god."

"Ascend to a demon. At least you can survive. You may not be able to continue to lead us, but at least you can still watch over us from the highest heaven."

Lorgar blinked at his son, and then Angertai slowly drew out the ceremonial dagger.

The next moment, the Great Speaker had to take the initiative to start the demon raising ceremony in order to survive.

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 grew on his forehead and on both sides of his head, winding upward. Tougher skin and scales replaced the rune-covered skin, and chaos runes shone.

Lorgar's body became even larger, even comparable to Horus today, and more surging power was surging in his blood vessels, far surpassing the past.

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.