Even with it, Lorgar could not kill Nimrod
The Dark Apostles Vlad Elias stood before the altar, his armor once adorned with hymns praising the Emperor of Mankind, now proclaiming a completely different faith.
His shoulder and breastplates were covered with blasphemous runes and symbols of destruction, radiating a morbid pulse.
His waist was covered with layers of decadent poems, with hooked spikes extending out to pierce the Ultramarines's vengeful skin.
He gripped the Profane Staff tightly, gazing at the eight 8.8-meter-high stone pillars erected by the Sages of the Dark Mechanicum.
The stone pillar cast a long, narrow shadow, enveloping the entire altar.
Each stone pillar appears somewhat rough, even shoddy compared to the Temple of Colchis, but the symbols carved on the surface are sharp and precise.
Symbols, one after another, spiral up the stone, following prophetic rules that had already disappeared before the birth of humankind.
At the top of the stone pillar, the symbol converges, simultaneously forming part of another, larger symbol.
Together with the shadows, they form the emblem of the Blood God.
Elias watched as his servants dragged the bloody corpse from the burning house all the way to the base of the sacrificial pillar.
The Dark Apostles looked up and saw the rampant, unrestrained power surging and boiling, with countless drops of blood forming a crimson sphere that shimmered.
The Dark Apostles heard the Blood God's roar, His uncontrollable rage.
He opened his arms and chanted ancient Colchis religious texts.
"Praise the Khorne!"
He took a step forward, and his servants beat the war drums.
"All things in the world are blessed by God; without your roar of anger, how could we have achieved anything?"
The servants brandished their blades, and the blood of the eight Hive City splattered across the sacrificial pillars.
"By relying on the name of the Lord, we can be victorious in every battle."
Eight servants ignited the blood-stained Ultramarines battle flag.
"Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life—" The Dark Apostles took his eighth step.
"If blood flows, I surrender."
"Blood flows, I live."
"Stop the bleeding, then I will die."
The Profane Staff pounded the chest of the Dark Apostles, its spikes tearing through his flesh.
"Our dream is to take the lives of all living beings on earth with blood and sword."
"Only in this way can Your Kingdom be established."
Crimson Light rose up and enveloped the entire altar.
"You are the beginning and the end, you are the Lord of the living, you are the head of the dead."
Those who blaspheme against my Lord will surely be punished by God!
Red Light from the top of the scepter, tearing through the sky of the Hive World and crashing straight into the Ruinstorm.
Rumble--
The sea of blood churned and surged, with towering waves crashing against the four people who were walking and trekking through it.
The Word Bearers sniper, Bathusa Narek, raised his gun and looked around.
There were no enemies, not even the Devil that blasphemed the Chaplain's summons.
He wanted to attack the enemy, but was disheartened to find that none of his attack methods could cope with the current situation.
John Granmatikas opened his Aetheric Sight and sensed the surging waves.
Waves of roars and howls flooded his brain, and fear gripped his heart.
John staggered back, nearly falling to his knees.
Ollanius Person raised his left arm and supported John's back.
John's body trembled. Ollanius's courage and composure, in the boundary between reality and illusion, calmed his fear.
Its golden wings suddenly rose, unleashing a torrent of golden flames.
John soared into the sky in the golden flames, and a vast sea of blood evaporated.
This was the first time he had ever seen someone directly defeat Warp tidal storm; even the Soothsayer of Ulthran's Craftworld dared not face the storm's massive waves head-on.
Even if I let it fall into Lorgar's hands, can that charlatan really kill Nimrod?
He searched through Archives of nearly three centuries of operations for cases of the weak defeating the strong.
The enemy was caught off guard, so a surprise attack was launched.
The enemy is arrogant and overconfident; a single strike will be fatal.
Given that Lorgar rebelled, it's clearly impossible that Nimrod was loyal to the Imperium.
Nimrod is perceptive and plans carefully before acting; he cannot underestimate another Primarch.
Even if Lorgar used it, he still couldn't kill Nimrod.
Nimrod looked up at the endless waves rushing forward, and at the giant claws reaching out from behind the thin the Veil.
He knew that the journey ahead would be eight hundred times more arduous than before.
While Nimrod led Ollanius and his two companions on a difficult journey, Corvus Corax completed the easiest journey since Horus's rebellion, arriving at the Varia Superior of the Forge World.
The Darkwing Storm Eagle silently flew out from the flight deck of the Shadow of the Emperor.
Corax gazed into the void through the narrow viewing window.
Thousands upon thousands of warships were anchored at the high Anchor of the supply depot and dry dock. There were not only black warships, but also yellow warships of the Imperial Fists, winged warships of the Dark Angels, and even cobalt blue warships of the Ultramarines.
In addition to Astartes battleships, there are Auxilia with various paint schemes, transport ships resembling Void whales, and civilian merchant ships.
Varia Superior is like another Terra, the Terra of the Segmentum Tempestus.
The Darkwing Storm Eagle landed on the helipad of the Main Forge Temple, Corax stepped off the deck.
Wilshire, the Chapter Master of the Second Legion of "Shadow of Order," stepped forward and said, "Lord Corax."
Corax's dark eyes were fixed on Nimrod, the Lord of Light who had set a series of fastest and youngest records in the "Shadow of Order".
He was the youngest captain, adjutant, company commander, and Chapter Master in the history of the Eleventh Legion, and also the fastest to rise through the ranks of Shadow of Order.
No one would underestimate him simply because he was the youngest Chapter Master.
He was regarded as the Imperium's strongest master of Sanctic, proficient in various forms of light magic.
His swift and decisive victories in pacifying the Iron Ring numerous Forge World Thunder have also drawn considerable attention.
"Wilshire, your achievements are truly amazing."
He then looked at the Magos Prime Unai-9, the ruler of the first-level Forge World, who followed Wilshire like an attendant.
As the Primarch and the Magos Prime exchanged Terra greetings, a Warrior clad in yellow armor then approached.
"Lord Corax, Alexis Pollux pays his respects."
"I was in Terra when Dorn told me about his plans. He dispatched his fleet commander Jonad, with five hundred warships to Isstvan."
Pollux's eyes narrowed into clenched fists. "We encountered Warp Storm, and many Imperial Fists perished in the cataclysm, including Instructor Jonad."
"Not long ago, we finally escaped the clutches of the storm, and then encountered the Iron Warriors' squadron."
"After eliminating the traitors, we learned from the logbook that Perturabo had headed to Taran, so we followed him. After the Navigator reported finding the Astronomican, we came here to rest."
"Perturabo." Corax chewed on the name of his traitorous brother, and together with the three of them, they arrived at the Main Forge Temple.
As soon as he stepped through the gate, he saw the room filled with incense and four flags.
The two central banners are those of the Varia Superior and the "Ripper Titan Legion," while the banners of the "Shadow of Order" and the gleaming Sun banners of the Second Legion are on either side.
The fact that these banners, which should not have appeared in the Main Forge Temple, stand here, even though they are located on the sides, is enough to illustrate the influence of the "Shadow of Order" in the Varia Superior.
[Varia Superior is Nimrod-- ]
Wilshire holds more authority in Varia Superior than the Magos Prime.
Didi--
A buzzing sound rang out simultaneously from Wilshire and the Magos Prime.