Chapter 318 Meditation and Departure

Aurelian, in the Colchis language, means the golden son of the gods.

This word, which originated from the Colchis language of the world where Lorgar grew up, was adopted by the Word Bearers after he took over his legion in later generations, and became the exclusive name for him by these children with his blood.

This is undoubtedly a respectful title, but it is also a faithful description of the facts.

Like the majestic appearance that other primarchs are born with, Lorgar's golden skin and appearance that is very similar to his genetic father, the Emperor, impressed the Word Bearers at first sight.

There is no need for any language or means. As long as Lorgar stands there, the various genetic engineering and more mysterious and unrepeatable technologies contained in his majestic body, the pheromones and psychic fluctuations that are emitted all the time, are enough to let those Astartes with demigod blood know that they have seen the source of their blood.

This instinctive emotion expressed from the bottom of the body is so enthusiastic and selfless that most Astartes still cannot get rid of the excitement for a long time after seeing the Primarch.

"I can be loyal to him, I am willing to serve him. Even if I die..."

This is the feeling of Angertai, the captain of the Seventh Company of the Jagged Sun Regiment and the leader of the first Blessed Sons, to the legion priest who was responsible for reviewing the recruits after meeting Lorgar for the first time.

"This is as it should be, you should be honored for this opportunity."

The priest who reviewed the recruits answered like this at the time, and the Primarch's influence and dominance over the soldiers of his own legion can also be seen from this.

Even if he has never been in contact with this legion, even if he has never led them to fight even once;

But as long as he stands in front of these Word Bearers, he naturally becomes the undisputed commander and leader of the legion.

He is the natural father of all Word Bearers, and the god in their eyes - the son of the Emperor.

This natural authority and the complete logic of rule are the source of Lorgar's confidence in standing in front of the Legion soldiers after he grew up in Colchis, a religious world with distorted personalities.

He is the child of God, and these are his offspring. It's that simple, and it's so natural.

So Lorgar doesn't care about the authority of the so-called Dark Council, nor does he care about the tricks of Erebus and Korphalen.

These two people who have followed him since Colchis are aliens among the Word Bearers. Their power comes from him. Without his support, they are nothing...

Whether it's the Dark Council or the Dark Apostles, in his eyes, these are just temporary management methods of the Legion by two servants when he has no time to manage the Legion. As long as he wants, these so-called institutions will disappear in an instant.

He has this confidence and understands the logic behind all this.

The king and the minister, the father and the son, the gods and the people.

He thought that this kind of sacredness that is taken for granted will accompany him throughout his life until his death, and he also gladly accepted this fate that made him peaceful.

But when did all this change? Lorgar's eyes were still closed, but the pain in his memories had already made his brows furrow.

It was the day when the Perfect City was destroyed!

That day, the wind that had been blowing on the Colchis Plateau for centuries was no longer gentle, and the flames brought by the high temperature raged over the ruins of the entire Perfect City with the storm...

Lorgar, who descended on the flames and scorched land of Colchis on the Thunder Eagle from the Law of Faith, was full of doubts in his heart. He didn't understand where he was wrong, and he didn't understand why his child was despised by the Emperor.

The judgment still came, and the answer to his doubts also came.

Under the suppression of the unimaginably powerful person, he and his child knelt outside the ruins of the Perfect City facing the boiling air on the plateau, listening to the final evaluation from the Emperor.

The storm brought by the high temperature expansion made him and the soldiers of the legion shake, but his heart was no longer here.

The brother's regiment watching this humiliating scene was enough to make him lose his mind, and his father's evaluation made him even more depressed.

His god denied his achievements, but it didn't matter, he could fight for more glory for Him;

His god denied the significance of the Perfect City, but it didn't matter either, because as long as he had enough time and resources, he could build a more magnificent miracle for Him.

But his god denied his own divinity...

Lorgar was silent, this was very important. Far more important than he imagined...

Because he lost this necessary trait, Lorgar didn't know how to face the existence of the Emperor;

When the relationship between him and the Emperor was no longer maintained by faith, then based on everything he had experienced growing up, the simple biological father-son relationship could not support such a huge and heavy responsibility and obligation, absolutely not...

A simple question.

"If you are not my god, then why should I fight for you?"

This was the rebellious words that Lorgar had hidden in his heart and could not ask.

But this was not the most frightening thing for him.

What he really didn't know how to face was the Word Bearers Legion, whose members were all based on faith under the chain reaction...

Hundreds of thousands of Word Bearers, hundreds of thousands of warriors who shed their blood for the Empire.

There are so many living people, and even more dead people.

Luo Jia didn't dare to recall the moment of collapse. Whenever he thought of the questions and expectations behind those pairs of living eyes.

How to explain all this happening?

Saying that the faith they are fighting for is just a big dream, because the person who believes in it himself denies this possibility?

Whenever he thought of the faces of those children who died fighting for the empire who came to ask questions in his dreams, he no longer had the self-confidence and normality he had in the past.

How to respond?

To say that your sacrifice was not approved by that person, and the lives and blood you paid were just wishful thinking?

how to answer? How to face it?

A man of words is a person who has the truth in his heart.

This title that he and all legionnaires were once proud of has now ironically become a poisonous thorn in the chest of all legionnaires.

There is no need to fiddle with it, just thinking about it is so painful that it makes you lose your mind and fall into madness.

what to do……

When the tide of faith recedes, this Primarch with infinite talents and potential;

This powerful yet gentle son of a god;

This leader of the Word Bearers legion, who clearly possessed such powerful power but was limited by the "narrow vision brought about by growing up in the religious world of Colchis", finally collapsed.

His body is still there, but his soul has died forever on his knees outside the ruins of the Perfect City.

Lorgar's thoughts were still spreading in his memory, and the huge fleet penetrated the colorful clouds and twisted and torn energy.

When all the strange sounds and whispers in the subspace gradually quieted down, the Blessed Lady's body, which was larger than the Glory Queen-class battleship, also appeared above the current base camp of the Word Bearers, the demon world of Sicarius. .

This huge demonic world was built in accordance with the aesthetics of the Word Bearers and their hatred of the Empire, and is dominated by a dark religious style.

In the dark churches and thorny orbital docks scattered on its surface and orbit, the battleships belonging to the 17th Legion are quietly moored.

When the Blessed Lady arrived, their machine spirits began to respond to the call of the Lord of the Legion, slowly awakening from their ancient dormancy in the name of hatred again.

The battleships were slowly leaving the starport and gathering behind the legion's flagship.

As the Astartes under the Dark Apostles began to land on the flagship, countless legions of fallen mortals were also transporting weapons and supplies to the attached fleet members.

Sicarius's star port was extremely busy for a while, with transport ships and frigates of all sizes swimming around like schools of fish;

Countless ships carrying supplies and soldiers shuttled between the ground, ports and fleets.

Especially around Ms. Zhu Zhu, who is the flagship, she is surrounded by ships of all sizes transporting supplies to this space city. The queue of ships waiting to enter the flight deck has been queued back nearly a hundred kilometers.

This behemoth is currently suspended quietly outside Sicarius' orbit to prevent its own gravitational field from affecting the work of the fleet below.

On its huge trident-shaped trunk, which is more than 20 kilometers long, there is a city-sized building complex dominating it.

It is the bridge and chapel of the consecrated ladies, as well as the collection of living areas of the entire battleship. This warship benefited from the favor of the Martian Forge General who designed it, and was designed with pure Astartes in mind.

Not only does it have a larger body than the Queen of Glory, but it also has an array of weapons that matches its size;

There are also shields and armor designed to withstand orbital anti-ship weapons without being damaged, as well as a flight deck and fighter hangar that are no less than those of aircraft carriers of the same class.

But this is not its most legendary point. Its most powerful and special point is:

The above functions were designed locally by the Martian Foundry Director regardless of the cost, so that the participation of the mortal crew could be completely eliminated, and the 1,000 Astartes could operate independently.

Yes, this is a special warship, designed solely for the Astartes to completely dispense with the frail mortal crew.

Its highly automated weapon array allows the Word Bearers' Astartes Techmarines to only lead a small group of mechanical slaves to complete daily maintenance and operations.

And its incredibly powerful engine, in the context of a battleship full of Astartes, can achieve a more terrifying output limit, so that it can often easily occupy a favorable position in naval battles with the enemy.

Lorgar Aurelion was here at this moment, his head lowered to reveal golden skin and tattoos, wearing blood-red power armor that was the same as the other Word Bearers except for its size.

Under the illumination of countless candles and lights, his entire huge body was like a sculpture, frozen in a half-kneeling posture in the middle of the huge, brightly lit palace.

His face was hidden in the shadows, and no one could see his expression; apart from the chest that could rise and fall with his long breathing, there were only hands covered in blood-red and iron-gray gloves on his terrifyingly broad torso. Like a two-leaf cattail fan, it rests quietly on the ball at the end of the war hammer.

The weight of the giant's upper body just pressed down on the warhammer with both hands, allowing its ancient and sharp thorns to penetrate the thick velvet carpet and gnaw at the gray deck made of steel of the warship.

“Revenge, only revenge can quell the resentment in the heart;

Killing, only destroying that person's hope, is worthy of those who sacrificed when they were deceived in the past. "

The demon representing the power of destruction was whispering in his ears, but in the depths of his scarlet eyes, there was a faint flash of silver light.

Update. Well, I've tried my best, brothers. This is probably the limit of my current ability.