Chapter 320: Monarch and Minister, Father and Son (2)
Boom...boom...boom...
Erebus lifted the steel boots of his power armor and stepped on the thick red velvet carpet with a dull echo.
This step was neither tiptoeing nor too quiet out of respect for his Primarch;
Nor will it look too sloppy and messy because of the excitement of not seeing each other for thousands of years.
He was Erebus, First Chaplain of the Legion; he was Erebus, the extraordinary man who led the Emperor's most illustrious creation, the ruler of the Imperium of Man, the Primarch, into the arms of the Destructive Power.
"Praise the omnipresent power of destruction, and also praise your wisdom and strength. My Lord..."
Erebus, who entered the palace alone, stopped ten meters away from Lorgar.
However, just when he tried to use the topic of interest to the other party as an entry point for the conversation based on his past experience, he suddenly found that he was unable to do so.
He lost control of his vocal cords and subsequently all sensation in his body.
An ice blade as thin as silk appeared at his throat at an unknown moment, and slowly cut into his neck at a moment when he couldn't notice it.
"My Lord..." Erebus looked at the original body who was getting up in the distance. The other person turned around and looked down at him with eyes as deep as a cold lake.
There was neither a wave of hatred nor a pride in his punishment, nor even a mockery that denied his words.
Erebas' native heart was twitching slowly, just like his mood, which was slowly and unstoppably sinking downwards.
This is the worst case scenario, because the being on the other side is completely devoid of any known emotions.
"You are a person with special talents."
The skin of the Primarch was the same sacred gold as before;
But the words with double echoes coming out of his mouth once again reminded the first priest that the person in front of him was no longer the Lorgar he was familiar with.
If he wants to get the results he wants, he probably needs to show more respect and sincerity to the other party...
Snapped……
Weak spiritual energy fluctuations flickered, and Erebus was horrified to find that the finger bones of his left hand were twisted, and the joints of his index and middle fingers looked like twisted stalactites, or like centipedes with their own will.
The two joints that were suddenly activated were intertwined with each other as Erebus moaned in severe pain, and then changed positions with each other in his frightened eyes.
The severe pain of dislocated joints had just passed, and the pain of stretched nerves and ligaments followed one after another.
Erebus gritted his teeth and held his breath, sweat dripping from his bald head covered with tattoos of Kochis scriptures, but he still did not dare to continue moaning, lest he miss any of the words spoken by the original body. A transposition.
"You are a person with special talents..."
The original body's tone was still unhurried, as if the punishment for his distraction just now was not issued by this being.
"He is also a person with a unique destiny in the eyes of the Chaos Gods."
As he spoke, Lorgar's body, burlier than usual, slowly walked to Erebus's side.
He looked down at the First Priest, who had become much more respectful, and looked at the Dark Apostle for a long time with a gaze that seemed to penetrate the latter's soul, until the latter lowered his head respectfully.
A smile without any emotion, more like a greeting, appeared on the corner of Luo Jia's mouth:
"But sometimes you need to have a little respect for others."
"Your teachings..."
Erebus knelt before the Primarch, simple words falling from his eloquent lips.
This was simply impossible for him, but in front of Luojia, who had now become the incarnation of destruction, there seemed to be nothing against him.
"A good start..."
The Daemon Primarch showed reserved satisfaction with his attitude, and then gave the final answer to the purpose of the latter's coming before the First Priest could even speak.
"I know your purpose here is that you are worried that you will not invest enough power to achieve the will of the usurper, right?"
"I dare not...how could I doubt your strength. It's just that the Warmaster's order is..."
Erebus's brain quickly thought of words to respond:
The Primarch had changed so much that it became more dangerous than ever for him to increase his numbers without offending the other party.
Click...
Erebus's head was once again occupied by painful sweat, but he had just recovered from the severe pain on the verge of fainting. Before he had time to observe his other hand, he heard the original body's evaluation of him.
"Honestly, you're too proud, Pastor.
Is it possible that so many years of experience have not taught you a basic principle: when facing people you cannot influence, you should express the most basic respect with honesty? "
"It's...my fault." Erebus almost didn't dare to look up at the body in front of him.
In this reappeared Primarch, he could hardly feel the love and care he once had for the legionnaires, let alone the appreciation and sincerity he once had for Erebus, a subordinate who was both a teacher and a friend.
The current primarch perfectly fits the image of the incarnation of the destructive power in his mind, but when this complete loss of humanity really happened to Lorgar, for some reason, Erebus felt like he had lost something. a feeling of.
"You are right, because these powers are indeed not enough to destroy a primarch, a being like me or my brother."
Lorgar still maintained his speaking speed, but the words he spoke made Erebus dare not miss a word.
"What about your will?" He was ready to receive new punishment for asking.
"Two questions." Lorgar turned back to look at Erebus.
“First, they didn’t give enough. If they wanted to truly kill a Primarch, the price they gave was far from enough.
And the second question..."
Luojia's tone became deep and reserved, just like his unpredictable temperament, which made today's dark apostles dare not explore further.
"Second question, is he really the Primarch?
Or in the eyes of you mortals, are my brothers and I really that cheap, like an industrial product that can be manufactured at will? "
"Your will..."
Erebus, who had completely lost his understanding and control of his current situation, finally admitted his ignorance after the original body's second sentence.
"Go ahead and carry out my deployment according to the previous orders.
If the counterfeit was but a false flag, the three swarms would have been enough to destroy him, thus demonstrating my sincerity to Abaddon;
And if that fake really has the same power as my brother and I, then..."
The corners of Luojia's mouth couldn't stop pulling up to the base of the ears, and the long and sharp teeth were like daggers packed together:
"That means that my father, after becoming a corpse and sitting on that throne for thousands of years, really became a god...
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Erebas exited his dormitory in embarrassment from Luo Jiazhi's crazy laughter. He even staggered repeatedly in the corridor because of the penetrating laughter.
The guards behind him had surrounded him, but neither these tall legionnaires nor the sophisticated weapons in their hands gave him a sense of security.
For a full ten minutes, the first chaplain of the legion remained silent to conceal the trembling beneath his heavy armor.
It wasn't until he took the elevator on the main road and left the top floor of the battleship that he gradually got over the horror of meeting the original body.
"Sir, Lord Kor Phalon is waiting for you..."
The guard behind him saw that his figure was stagnant in the lobby at the entrance of the elevator for a long time, and couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, thank you for reminding me." Erebus, who woke up from the fright, took a deep look at this "good Samaritan", and then raised his left hand slightly in the next second.
Arcane gestures appeared on the tattooed fingers, and small but precise psychic energy fluctuations condensed in the heart of the follower.
"puff!"
The sound of heart implosion was almost inaudible after penetrating through the chest and thick armor. But the first priest obviously does not need to use raw hearing to give feedback on the casting results.
"Clean it up, remember to recycle the armor." The founder of the Dark Council left the order to deal with it without any emotion, then faithfully adopted the dead man's suggestion and walked towards Kor Phalun, who was waiting in the center of the council.
Some of the surrounding entourage separated and finished, while others continued to follow the guards as if nothing had happened.
The first chaplain and his entourage walked on the main road of the battleship Lady Blessed.
The people encountered along the way, whether they were space warriors or mortal servants, all knelt down on both sides of the road the moment they saw the crowd in the distance to avoid their majestic power.
At the front of the crowd, Erebus was striding forward. And among the details that no one noticed, the misplaced fingers on his two obviously abnormal hands were repeatedly flexing and extending.
From the spell-casting experience just now, Erebus was surprised to find that after being "punished" by the original body, his hands had obviously a smoother spell-casting speed...
Second update.