Chapter 320: King and Minister, Father and Son (2)

Boom...boom...boom...

Erebus lifted the steel boots of his power armor and stepped on the thick blood-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 then 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.

Erebus's 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 bowed his head in submission.

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 has changed so much that it has become more dangerous than ever for him to increase his numbers without offending the enemy.

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 be punished for asking.

"Two questions." Lorgar turned his head and looked at Erebus.

"First, they didn't give enough. If you want to really kill a Primarch, the price they gave is far from enough.

And the second question..."

Lorgar's tone became deep and reserved, just like his unpredictable temperament, which made the dark apostles dare not explore more.

"The second question, is he really the Primarch?

Or in the eyes of you mortals, my brother and I are really so cheap, like an industrial product, that can be manufactured at will?"

"Your will..."

Erebus, who completely lost the cognition and control of the current situation, finally admitted his ignorance after the Primarch said the second sentence.

"Go ahead, and follow my orders.

If that fake is just a false flag, the three hordes are enough to destroy him, thus showing my sincerity to Abaddon;

And if that fake really has the same power as me and my brother, then..."

Lorgar's mouth corners could not help but pull up to the roots of his ears, and his narrow and sharp teeth were like densely packed daggers:

"That means my father, after becoming a corpse and sitting on that throne for ten thousand years, really became a god...

Hahahahahahahaha..."

Erebas embarrassedly withdrew from his bedroom in the crazy laughter of Lorgar, and even stumbled repeatedly in the corridor because of the penetrating laughter without paying attention.

The guards behind him had surrounded him, but these tall legion warriors and the sophisticated weapons in their hands failed to give him a sense of security.

For more than ten minutes, the first priest of the legion silently concealed the trembling under the heavy armor.

It was not until he took the elevator on the main road and left the top floor of the battleship that he gradually got rid of the shock of meeting the primarch.

"My lord, Lord Kor Phaeron is waiting for you..."

The guard behind him saw that his figure had been stagnant in the hall at the elevator door for a long time, and couldn't help reminding him.

"Oh, thank you for reminding me." Erebus, who had woken up from the horror, looked deeply at this "good man", and then raised his left hand slightly the next second.

The gesture of the secret method appeared on the tattooed fingers, and the tiny but precise psychic fluctuations condensed in the heart of the follower.

"Puff!"

The sound of the heart implosion was so small that it was almost inaudible after penetrating the chest and heavy armor. But the first priest obviously did not need to use primitive hearing to give feedback on the results of the spell.

"Clean it up, and remember to recycle the armor." The founder of the Dark Council left the order without any emotion, and then faithfully adopted the advice of the dead and walked towards Kor Phaeron who was waiting in the center of the council.

Some of the followers around them separated to finish the task, while the others remained calm and continued to follow the guards as if nothing had happened.

The First Priest and his followers walked along the main road of the battleship Lady of the Blessing.

The people they met along the way, whether they were Space Marines or mortal servants, all knelt down on both sides of the road the moment they saw the crowd from afar to avoid its magnificent power.

At the front of the crowd, Erebas was marching forward. In the details that no one noticed, the dislocated fingers on his two obviously abnormal hands were repeatedly flexing and stretching.

From the casting experience just now, Erebas was surprised to find that after being "punished" by the Primarch, his two hands obviously had a smoother casting speed...

Second update.