Chapter 111 111, Luo Jia and Clarks

Above the vast sea of ​​souls, Dukel witnessed a terrible battle. The aftermath of the battle between the great demigods set off a terrifying storm in the sky, and countless warp creatures were affected, screaming and wailing.

"Lorca, it's time to end it. I will end you with my own hands, brother. No matter what mistakes you have made in the past, you will pay for it here and now."

In the shadow of the terrifying warp, a flock of crows flapped their wings, and a tall figure stood among them, thin and pale.

Primarch Krax, for a long time, he has been hunting his brothers. He walked in chaos and wandered in the dark land.

After experiencing the Horus Heresy and the Great Purge, the Primarch wanted to avenge the battle on Isstvan V and the humiliation during the Great Purge.

He plunged into the sea of ​​souls and embraced his own essence, just to hunt down his blood relatives and brothers who were connected by flesh and blood.

"Does this really make sense?" Lorca asked sarcastically.

In his view now, all his brothers who were loyal to the false emperor were pathetic. His brothers were not foolish, but cursed people who had not yet seen the true face of the false emperor.

He also admired the glory of the emperor. When he sensed the existence of his father, he knew that his true god had come.

In order to welcome the arrival of God, he held a six-month celebration ceremony, and all his people willingly prostrated themselves under the glory of the emperor.

The sons of sin assembled into a legion, they implemented the will of God and embarked on the road of expedition.

We do not need rewards or encouragement. They fought with full piety, intending to cover the entire galaxy under the glory of the emperor.

When other brothers won and hoped to be rewarded for it - I was very terrified. Why should I be rewarded for fighting for God? Isn't victory an obligation?

Spreading the gospel of God on the battlefield and dedicating my life to God in the artillery fire were the only rewards that Lorca wanted at that time.

What he did was just to make the world believe in him.

Is this also a sin?

When the fire of heaven fell from the sky, when the perfect city turned into ashes and drifted in the atmosphere.

Those books and believers who recorded God, believed in God, and worshipped God were ruthlessly destroyed.

Although God exists, He does not love me.

The physical harm is not as painful as the collapse of faith; when God looks at me with disgust, everything in the world is irreversible, and all turning points begin there.

The Emperor's angels descended on the perfect city, but not to bathe in glory, but to bring destruction.

In God's punishment, in God's wrath, the rain of destruction that covered the entire sky not only destroyed the bodies of tens of billions of devout believers, but also crushed their hearts.

Confusion and pain spread everywhere, why did their God punish them?

The Perfect City was burning, and the magnificent creation that had been built for a hundred years turned into ashes in an instant.

The Son of God knelt on the ruins of the city built for the gods, knelt in front of the destroyer of the Perfect City, and humiliated God to humiliate him.

Luo Jia will never forget that scene, and will never forget the pain and despair. The only thing he regretted was why he did not perish with the Perfect City on that day.

His lifelong faith and loyalty were all destroyed on that day, his soul was shattered on that day, and all that was left was an empty shell.

He went deep into the Eye of Terror, and he saw the dark power that called himself God, but this time, he would no longer believe in any existence.

He fell into chaos, but no longer believed in anyone. He did not want to be betrayed again. This time, he believed only in the "original truth" itself.

He was completely disappointed, and he understood that the so-called gods were actually no different from the emperor.

The false emperor might be just a little special. He was immersed in the role-playing game, just like the game of the gods.

Gods are not like them. Now Lorca is only pursuing the original truth.

He is not stupid. As the son of the Emperor, his wisdom is beyond the imagination of mortals. Before the Emperor came to Colchis, he completed the unification of the world.

And in these ten thousand years, in countless books, he also knew the origins of the gods and the Emperor.

Those dark powers who claim to be gods are nothing more than false gods. No matter how they pretend to be mysterious, they cannot change their hypocritical nature.

Lorca walks in the land of original truth. If there is a god, it must exist in this area. In the long years, in addition to avoiding the pursuit of his brothers, he also tried to find the real god here.

When he finds it, he will go back to lead the Word Bearers and lead those believers deceived by the false gods to believe in a real god.

"You betrayed the Empire. You led Horus into Chaos. You are a traitor. Countless people died because of you. Mortals have been damned for thousands of years because of you. If you die, my oath will be fulfilled, and everything I have done will have meaning."

"That was Horus's own choice. He just didn't want to be a tool of the false emperor!"

"You destroyed the hope of mankind! You betrayed your own blood relatives! You fooled your brothers who were connected by flesh and blood!" Clarks' shadow covered everything around him, and he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"Brother, I have devoted my efforts and dreams in Colchis. I hope that the Lord of Humanity can come and lead us to the future and create a new world."

"I am popular in his name. I believe in every dream he brings. For a whole hundred years, there are tens of billions of believers. But until the day when he brought his anger to the Perfect City, he told me that my life was a lie and everything I did was just a joke!"

"Who was betrayed first?" Lorca said sadly, with golden runes all over his body, making him stand in the shadows like a golden giant.

"Krax, you will never feel this. Just killing your own offspring with your own hands has made you hate it so much. You can't accept that the Lord of Humanity will rain down the fire of destruction on your head, burning all your beloved creations into ashes, and then tell you that you are a loser!"

"You should really try it, try to gather all your dear crows, and then tell your offspring in front of the Emperor that the Legion's faith is shit, tell your children that you are all losers!"

"When you do that, tell me, who is the traitor?"

Lorga roared. In his opinion, he had never betrayed anyone, and he was the first to be betrayed.

"When he first arrived in Colchis and took me to the stars, the great Lord of Humanity did not deny that he was a god."

You were there at that time, and you also witnessed with your own eyes that he acquiesced to everything we did during the celebration.

"But tell me, why did he not bring down the fire of anger until the Perfect City a hundred years later? Why did he personally destroy those devout believers who came from all over the stars, those warriors who spread devout beliefs, and everything I thought was beautiful!"

But when Lorgar roared loudly, Clarks, the original body of the Dark Raven Guard, rushed up directly.

"Brother, when will you give up those stupid beliefs and repent for the crimes you have committed? You cowardly waste!"

Clarks was murderous. Lorgar turned everything they guarded into a mess, and now he cried in front of him like a wronged child, thinking that he was a victim.

This shameless act made the Lord of the Dark Raven extremely angry.

"You said that faith is stupid, then what does the current empire rely on? When we left, our father was worshipped by all mankind!"

Lorgar, the Great Bearer of Words, also burst out with his own power. He once became a demon prince through sacrifice.

The drama of brothers killing each other has continued from ten thousand years ago to the present.

Lorca's armor exuded golden rune energy, and the unrestrained power in his heart was released at this moment. The tide of the sea of ​​souls expanded in all directions, his power extended infinitely, and the original power continued to pour into his body.

He stood between infinite power, surrounded by red fireballs. In the raging storm on the sea of ​​souls, he shouted his brother's name loudly.

Clarks' shadow engulfed the flames, and countless ravens launched deadly attacks like sharp blades.

Lorca's scepter collided with the shadow, but was beaten back step by step.

Yes, he is not a warrior. Since the two sides fought hand-to-hand, he has never had any advantage.

Although Lorca increased his power by ascending to magic, Clarks also found his essence in the subspace.

In the battle between fire and shadow, even Astartes could not see what kind of battle was going on.

When the power of the demigod raged in the subspace, even the hidden dark lord had to deviate his sight.

Countless chaotic creatures in the Soul Sea wailed. They were affected by the aftermath of the battle, and the majestic force tore their bodies apart.

But there was a being who had been closely watching the battle.

"Well done!"

Duker clapped his hands and cheered. At this moment, his pupils opened between his eyebrows, and his vision penetrated the heavy fog. Even though he was infinitely far away, he could still see the battle clearly.

Time and space in the Soul Sea were extremely chaotic. If it weren't for this, he would even want to directly participate in the battle.

In his sight, the two reappeared in a short confrontation.

The Great Speaker was covered with bloodstains, and his arm was almost broken. The Lord of the Dark Crow was only slightly injured, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What I did was the right thing. One day I will find the true God in the original land, and one day, all beings will be guided by the true God."

Luo Jia's figure trembled in pain, and he felt that his bones were bleeding.

The power of the Dark Raven Lord was too great. He knew that he was no match for him. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have hidden in his palace for so long.

"You have no future, my brother."

Clarks knocked Lorca down again. This would be the last time, and the last time he called him brother.

Over the long years, he let the other party escape several times because of a small mistake.

This time, he no longer hesitated and wanted to kill the other party here.

He pierced the neck of the Great Word Bearer with one blow, and the sharp blade penetrated his brother's bones, flashing cold light at the other end.

But such an attack alone could not completely kill the other party. He raised his other hand equipped with claws and was about to chop off the other party's head.

But at this time, Lorca smiled, and the scepter in his hand suddenly hit the ground, and a huge psychic energy burst out, and everything was torn apart.

The bizarre subspace storm, carrying waves of strange whispers, instantly separated the figures of the two.

Clarks had never seen such a scene, but he understood that Lorca had escaped again, from his hands.

In the dark shadows, countless ravens flapped their wings. The terrifying subspace storm was not enough to hurt the majestic demigod, but the failure of hunting again made him very angry.

And what was different this time was that he completely lost the trace of Lorca.

The criminal he was chasing would once again be at large.

All this was unacceptable to him.

But just as he was secretly angry, red flames suddenly ignited around him, burning everything around him red.

This familiar flame almost made Clarks think that Lorca had returned, but he felt a completely different fluctuation in it.

A huge single eye condensed in the flames, conveying to him the message he urgently wanted to know,

"Brother, Lorca ran to Abaddon, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Are you. Dukel?" Clarks quickly recognized the origin of this eyeball. He had been in the subspace all the time. He also noticed the previous battle between the Primarchs, and naturally knew the return of the second Primarch.

"I don't have time to express my sincere gratitude to you, brother. I swear to kill that traitor with my own hands!"

Countless ravens flapped their wings, and the huge shadow of the subspace spread out, starting the next round of pursuit.

The burning red flame also quietly extinguished, and the sea of ​​souls seemed to have returned to its former calm.