Sword of the Order of Knights
The situation seems to be worse than Kasgar had imagined.
The instrumental sounds from Kingscana, blessed by the evil god, not only shocked all the audience members present, but also began to tear apart the Veil between the Warp and reality in this area.
The powerful emotional impact of the near-perfect performance spread like ripples across the vision of every audience member, and then, through their thoughts, continued to influence those around them.
The emotional clashes resulting from repeated interactions, coupled with the influence of the Warp itself, have created a situation where the Veil the Warp from reality is now teetering on the brink of collapse.
Even if Kasgar's Psychic Flame could purify the instrument in Ginska's hands, the fervent emotions of the audience could also become a trigger for Warp Entity invasion. How should we respond then?
Not only the nearly 10,000 spectators in the arena, but also those watching the broadcast through cameras in small rooms, could be corrupted by Slaanesh and gradually walk out of the abyss of evil!
"No! Thinking about it won't help; we have to stop that guy first!"
Just as Kasgar ignited Gold-Red Flame in his hand and was about to pounce on him, a brilliant Radiance from the arena flashed before his eyes.
Sensing the familiar golden Guanghua, Kasgar looked up in surprise at the center of the stage.
The Lion continued its performance according to the script.
At this moment, he is raising his right hand high and waving it towards the air above the stage.
Beneath this burst of Golden Light, the decadent allure of the music vanished as if hot water had been poured over snow.
"Huh?"
What just happened?
"Wow, get the hell out of your hands and teeth!"
The evil music from Slaanesh gradually weakened. Fortunately, it was only at the beginning and was contained by this strange golden halo, so it did not produce any serious consequences.
It hasn't reached the point where the audience members are fighting each other yet.
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Kasgar had seen those golden patterns before, back in Tizca, the capital of Prospero, when Kasgar and Magnus were struggling to deal with the threat of the Soul-devouring Bees.
When the Soul-devouring Bees surrounded them, it was this strange light pattern that successfully saved them all from the stingers of Soul-Devouring Peak.
Slaanesh tore the Veil between the real world and the Warp, allowing her influence to be better projected into the real world.
However, Warp energy has never been a product exclusively possessed by these Chaos Gods.
Just like ten thousand years from now.
The story of Abaddon, the great and invincible Warmaster of the Black Legion, being stabbed three times by the Living Saint Celestine before the Blackstone was activated perfectly illustrates this point.
This energy can be invaded by Slaanesh, and the Centaur Gold Ring God, which has been nurtured in the Warp for a long time by the love of the people, can also intervene!
Warp is such a strange and magnificent stage!
It seems that due to the addition of a large number of Blood Angels and Horus's tireless spread, its projection in the Warp has become increasingly solid and powerful, changing from its initial thinness to its almost invisible state.
—There's even foreign exchange.
As the devout Yriel led the Corsairs in spreading the news of Asuryan 'Asuryan rebirth and return...
As for the Golden Ring on the Centaur sculpture, which served as a token of the New Phoenix King (Kasgar never claimed it was his token), it also circulated among the Eldar Craftworld and Corsairs.
Humans and the Eldar, two major Psychic Power races serving each other.
It's very difficult for the Centaur gold ring not to make you stronger!
"Demon, you can't stop us!"
"Lorgar and I fought side by side on Caliban for thirty years."
"These past thirty years have been the best time of my life. (omitted)"
I forgot the beginning, I forgot the middle, I forgot the end.
In short, the Knights of Caliban Golden Ring for thirty years!
As the Lion uttered each word, even his eyes were enveloped in intense golden light.
Wait, the Lion...
He.
He seemed to be completely immersed in his art.
Is that a unique form of possession?
Just like the Emperor Possession that Guilliman will use in Garden of Nurgle in the future, the Lion at this moment seems to have been successfully possessed by some unchosen being.
It's Centaur gold ring!
The Centaur gold ring was on his body and teeth!
But the Lion didn't seem to sense anything was wrong.
In his eyes, he had entered a very mysterious realm.
He didn't seem to be performing a play on stage, but rather as if he were on the planet Caliban, fighting to the death against the corrupted and evil-tainted members of the Order of Knights!
Behind him were Lorgar and many members of the Order of Knights and civilians. He, Lion, could not fall like this!
Even though the sword in his hand was just an unsharpened prop metal sword, the Lion's magnificent swordsmanship on stage showcased the speed unleashed by his Primarch-level body fighting at full power, right in the center of the stage.
He immediately drew the audience's attention back to him from the music.
Great opportunity!
Kasgar seized the opportunity, leaping from his front row seat and sprinting towards the backstage of the Phoenix Grand Theater with terrifying speed and power, even faster than Astartes.
We must stop Kinska's madness!
The Veil of reality within the Phoenix Grand Theater is now thinning, Warp god could launch a second wave at any moment—
Ding!
Music of higher pitches, emanating from powerful sound waves and imbued with pain, ecstasy, melancholy, and an almost inexhaustible allure, trembled wildly from the houses in front of Kasgar, broadcast by Sound Array.
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Kasgar was only able to stand up with difficulty after being enveloped in Psychic Flame.
Kasgar quickly used his Psychic Flame to expel the negative emotions from his mind, then slowly stood up and pushed open the door to the sound room in front of him!
An extremely rich aura of pleasure and decadence filled the small room, seemingly leaking out as Kasgar opened the door, inviting more people to join them.
The transformation has indeed begun!
Kasgar looked closely and saw that Kinska's human identity had been almost completely transformed.
The composer, who was once a heartthrob, now had a hideous and terrifying face. Her bluish-purple skin, which was gradually turning into that of Slaaneshi Daemon, was beginning to appear in large patches on her body. Even tiny demonic horns were slowly emerging from her forehead.
She seemed oblivious to Kasgar's intrusion, or perhaps she had long since become indifferent to such trivial matters.
In Jinska's eyes today, nothing can compare to the music in his hands.
Not even her own life, let alone Kasgar!
Blood flowed from her fingers on the piano keys, but she showed no intention of stopping. Instead, her blood- and flesh-stained fingers struck the keys with increasing fervor.
With a speed like a blur, more and more blood splattered all around. At the same time, to ensure the performance continued, new, tiny, hard finger joints, as sinister as demons, kept growing out of the back of his hand, eerie and terrifying.
"Enough!"
At that moment, the Psychic Flame from Kasgar's hands engulfed her and the piano in her hands.
"Stop! Kinska, you have no idea how much you've been manipulated!!!"
This evil force must be expelled from her body.
Cold frost began to condense beneath Kasgar's feet. In order to counteract the dense Warp power within her, Kasgar couldn't help but increase the intensity of the Psychic Flame she was unleashing.
"Ah!!"
As Kasgar's flames began to scorch her body, colliding and neutralizing with the purple energy, Nakinska let out another shrill scream under the impact of these two forces.
Similarly, the voice also contained a strong blasphemous power, originating from Slaanesh.
My true self.
Click.
As an even more powerful aura of pink and purple intervened, a dazzling Guanghua, as intense as the Psychic Flame in Kasgar's hands, surged from Kingska's battered and ravaged body, continuously transforming and altering her form.
Kasgar's Psychic Flame were suppressed by the opponent and forced back around his body.
Although Kasgar's power grew stronger as the Great Crusade progressed, the flames in his hands were never omnipotent.
When the power from the true form of the evil god descends simultaneously, unless Kasgar can bring out the dead Asuryan to fight against him, as he did last time.
Otherwise, it would be a stroke of luck if one could barely withstand the opponent's abilities.
When an evil god personally intervenes, it's basically equivalent to resorting to cheating when you can't win.
Clearly, Slaanesh was getting anxious.
They talk about some Great Game, but when they can't win, they all jump onto the table like Emperor and claim they're just pawns.
Seeing that his insidious plan was interrupted by an unexpected and strange entity, he was furious and decided to overturn the table and take matters into his own hands.
This comes from the most primal power.
"Damn it"
Kasgar smiled wryly and used his Psychic Flame to encircle his body, thus providing close-range protection against the almost irresistible evil invasion.
Surrounded by such a terrifying aura of corruption, if Kasgar hadn't possessed the assistance of Psychic Flame, he might have succumbed completely in less than three seconds.
Under the influence of this incredibly powerful purple sound wave, the crowd, which had been transformed by the golden halo emitted by the Lion, erupted into an even larger-scale commotion than could have imagined.
Not only did the surrounding real world become illusory and thin, but fantastical rifts also gradually appeared and flickered around Kasgar, eventually emerging from which several alluring and sexy succubi emerged.
Of course, others see these as succubi, but in Kasgar's eyes, the appearance of these things Slaanesh Daemon Prince is basically impossible to bypass Kasgar's cognitive filter.
But the enthusiastic audience in the stadium didn't have that kind of judgment.
As the exciting music of Kingscana resounded once again, and the frenzied, decadent music overwhelmed the golden light emanating from the Lion, the arena was once again filled with enthusiastic cheers.
So beautiful, so captivating!
The beautiful "actor" who suddenly stepped out as if from a crack instantly drew all attention away from the Lion's performance.
Although they didn't know why these beautiful and charming actresses were appearing in the battle against Caliban,
They are so beautiful.
I can't worry about that anymore!
Driven by the enchanting sounds of Slaanesh, the audience, lured by the beautiful succubi, were eager to climb over the fence and "communicate" with them.
This infuriated the Lion.
"Evil creature, pathetic lackey!"
"Your power is merely a gift from a false god, while my power has always come from within my own heart!"
Even though the Lion is deep within the Knights' Monastery in Caliban, he can still sense the presence of evil through the atmosphere around him.
The black mist and eerie demons that lingered in everyone's senses
They are the evil offspring of the foolish Sirius Order of Knights in their desperate gamble.
This deep purple, almost black, is eroding...
It was only when Lion asked the Emperor later that he learned that it was the existence of the Chaos Demon.
As the leader of the First Legion, he chose to keep this secret as the Emperor had requested—the fewer people who knew about Chaos, the weaker the enemy's power would become.
This was the Emperor's statement, and Lion chose to believe it and stand by it.
Until it couldn't be kept.
Just like now, Slaanesh Daemon Prince steeped in Chaos corruption, appeared in the most beloved form of humanity in the bustling Phoenix Grand Theater, erupting in unimaginable cheers.
The aura of Chaos and evil lingered around him, the Lion could sense it.
He also realized that he was surrounded by an unspeakable evil presence.
With his golden eyes practically spitting fire, Lion once again swung his sword down.
"The Order of the Knightly Sword!"
"Unforgettable!"
I don't know why.
But those few words appeared in the Lion El'Jonson's mind.
And he recited it aloud as he swung his sword down.
Zzzzz!
Another golden ripple spread in all directions, sweeping away all the wild ideas in everyone's minds.
Bathed in this golden Radiance, the beautiful succubi instantly lost their beauty, revealing their ugly true nature.
In an instant, the monstrous face of Slaanesh Daemon Prince, left only by intense sensory stimulation, startled everyone in the audience.
What is this thing?!
Once it lost its disguise, Slaanesh Daemon Prince suddenly let out a high-decibel shriek as if enraged, waving its crab claws at the audience, trying to take advantage of the chaos to reap the lives of the spectators.
How can I let someone who knows what I really look like live?
All the audience members must die!
Running wildly, Fulgrim barely managed to stop him.
When they lose their equipment, twelve elite Alpharius can severely injure a Primarch — Guilliman's counterattack was only achieved by being able to steal the opponent's weapon.
Now, Fulgrim didn't even have a gun. Although his sword could easily slay demons, many more evil creatures successfully bypassed his obstruction and rushed towards the packed crowd behind him, ready to reap the harvest—
When!
Just when the audience in the arena was in deep danger, the only Caliban Knight who were fully dressed in armor and equipment stepped forward.
As the Lion El'Jonson's guards—though he didn't need to— the Dark Angels always followed the Primarch fully armed, equipped with various firearms, armor, melee weapons, and longswords.
Moreover, as someone who had fought against the forces of Chaos and had personally read through the canon written by the Chaos Cultist of the Sirius Order of Knights, Lorgar knew that they must be the ones causing trouble.
This is precisely the time when the Dark Angels is most needed.
Despite his unease, Lorgar was the first to step forward.
Right in front of the Lion show stage, he stopped a Slaanesh Daemon Prince was screaming and charging towards the crowd, and then cleaved him in two in a sword fight.
The fact that the corpse turned to ashes and disappeared is a characteristic of the power of Chaos.
But why would such a force appear within the Third Legion?
Lorgar looked extremely distrustful.
"My Order of Knights! Thank goodness you are here!"
The next moment, the remaining evil creations that had been blocked by the Dark Angels were once again painfully knocked to the ground by the Lion El'Jonson's roar.
Lorgar looked at the Lion in the center of the stage with some surprise, as if some strange power to dispel Chaos had truly appeared on him.
With the final Golden Ripple of the roar—a ripple that could be said to have swept away all evil—all the Slaanesh aura in the arena was dispelled, and those Slaanesh Daemon Prince were reduced to dust.
But it seemed that as those Slaanesh Daemon Prince dissipated, they were still emitting hissing laughter.
It seems they also enjoyed the Lion El'Jonson's performance?
"It's finally resolved."
Kasgar stood alone in the recording studio, looking at the screen in front of him.
This shows that the field has stabilized, and the influence from Slaanesh Daemon Prince and the sound has disappeared.
Perhaps your Slaanesh voice is very strong.
But my Centaur gold ring will show you what a true strongman is.
Under the influence of this halo, Kasgar was able to stand up again and surround Jinska, who was deeply trapped in the Slaanesh's energy, with flames.
Kingska's nature had been completely altered and reshaped into a Slaaneshi Daemon. Under the intense golden light erupting from the Lion, she was suppressed and burned to absolute ashes by Kasgar's Psychic Flame.
He has removed the fulcrum of Slaanesh's corruption, and now everyone is safe.
Except for Lorgar.
He was standing at the front of the audience, right in the center of everyone's attention.
The lighting technician seemed unaffected, perhaps because he was too focused on the relationship between Lion and Lorgar. The pure white light, like the brightest and most radiant moon, illuminated his entire body.
"Lorgar, I knew it was you."
Lorgar was stunned by the Lion's approving gaze.
Ah.?
Lorgar looked around in surprise; there was no one else there besides him!
Wait, wait, wait!
What's going on here?!
He looked around in a panic. His fellow Dark Angels seemed to have made a pact to leave him alone in the same spot.
It was as if everything that had just happened was part of a drama, designed to lure Lorgar out and bring him to the forefront!
Is this also part of your Play?!
In his despair, he couldn't help but think of this.
"The Caliban are now united; our only goal is to become the Warmaster's Starry Sky."
"Lorgar, my mentor, my dear friend; would you be willing to join me in venturing among the stars, into the cosmos?"
The Lion walked to the edge of the stage and stretched out its hand to him.
"Say yes! Say yes!"
"Say yes! Say yes!"
The audience behind him was still cheering.
This left Lorgar feeling extremely embarrassed and speechless.
But at this point, what else could he say?
He was reluctantly pulled up by Lion.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!"
Another cheer erupted from the crowd.
"Huh?"
Amidst the applause and cheers of the crowd, the Golden Flame burning in the Lion's eyes gradually faded.
Did I just seem to have been acting all along?
The Lion thought with some doubt.
But why does the memory of fighting evil beings on Caliban feel so real, as if it just happened to me?
Perhaps acting really is about immersion; you never know.
The Lion found a lame excuse to convince himself.
However, the feeling of being liked and cheered is not bad.
The Lion, with his arm around the dejected Lorgar's shoulder, looked down at the cheering crowd and couldn't help but think.
Now those people will...
From then on, his name as the Lion would resound throughout the Imperium, and those who worshipped Horus would follow Caliban's the Lion with equal fervor.
And at that time, only one cry will remain in their throats—
Become the Warmaster! Become the Warmaster! Become the Warmaster!
The Lion Warmaster!
"[Thirty Years, Caliban, the Order of Knights] This concludes!!!"
"Ohhhhhhh!!!"
Another wave of cheers engulfed the two.
"No, that's too much."
"I can't stand it anymore."
In the recording studio, Kasgar covered his eyes, both amused and exasperated.
He's just a child who's a few hundred years old; don't show him this kind of indecent stuff.
Can't you make something lighter?
Either it's Horus, the bald-headed one, in the Centaur gold ring, or it's these two Caliban gods in the Centaur gold ring.
What's wrong with this world?
"Sigh... but it seems Chaos is even more impatient now."
Looking at the pile of ashes where he had once sat at the piano, Kasgar couldn't help but think to himself.
What if these beasts have some other way to corrupt the Primarch?
Their corruption is everywhere.
We cannot lower our guard against Chaos just because the Warmaster has not yet been elected.
He will need to be more vigilant in the future.
Kasgar thought to himself.
But in any case, the Lion's debut performance was a huge success.
Although several incomprehensible things happened along the way, according to Fulgrim, these were all turned into extra performances arranged by the Phoenix Grand Theater.
This was to demonstrate how bravely Lion fought against the Sirius Order of Knights, who possessed evil sorcery.
This better showcases the relationship between the twin stars Lion El'Jonson and Lorgar.
This explanation was widely accepted—as for the film reel that was leaked, Kasgar demanded that the presence of Slaanesh Daemon Prince and replaced with monsters dressed up by actors.
To conceal the existence of Chaos, Kasgar spared no effort.
"What happened to Jinska? She's dead?"
After everything was over, the Lion, with his Dark Angels, returned to his Invincible Reason with satisfaction.
Feeling somewhat uneasy at what was happening before his eyes, Fulgrim asked Kasgar for an explanation.
"Yes, she's dead."
"They're the same strange Warp Xenos we encountered on Byzas last time; they've reappeared."
"I thought we had completely wiped them out, but it seems these things are nothing at all—"
"It's ubiquitous, isn't it?"
Kasgar sighed, "Perhaps you are right, we will face more challenges from them in the future."
He held in his hand the original videotape of the Lion's first performance.
—Then, let's put this on the next collection on the Path of Triumph.
The Vengeful Spirit.
After completing the cleanup and terraforming of Scathian Planet, the four Expeditionary Fleet set off for the Night Haunter Sector according to their original routes.
Horus also received messages from his Primarch brothers and sisters.
But there seemed to be one thing in this message that he was particularly concerned about.
"What?!"
"The Lion the Lion previously performed 'Centaur, Golden Ring' at the Phoenix Grand Theater?"
Horus's eyes flashed with disbelief.
What does this mean?
Even he, the cold- the Lion originally seemed stern and unsmiling, showing no human emotion whatsoever, actually had such feelings for the Emperor.
Horus's expression was complicated.
On the one hand, he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.
After all, the Emperor is just too good; it's only right that he is loved by the Primarch.
On the other hand, he was also very wary of this formidable rival who had suddenly appeared.
Will the Emperor therefore show more favoritism towards his Firstborn Son of the Emperor?
No, he's already very biased.
Lion's legion possesses three Gloriana-class Battleship, as well as countless forbidden Xenos and dark technology knowledge, all of which his Lunar Wolves lack!
I was clearly there first.
Whether it's returning to the battlefield or leading the legion on Great Crusade, it's all my decision first.
Horus stared silently at the videotape on his desk.
Just like the victims in the notebook.
By some strange twist of fate, Horus, with mixed feelings, chose to place it into the holographic playback device in front of his desk.
Oh, so you're talking about Lion's adoptive father Lorgar.
I thought it was Emperor.
That's alright then.
"Hahaha"
Horus, relieved that he had just had a scare, calmed himself down somewhat.
Thank goodness.
However, after reading Lion's "The Caliban, the Order of Knights", Horus also lost some confidence in himself.
He even felt that, despite both being from the "Thirty Years" series, this "Caliban, Order of Knights" from the Lion El'Jonson was more imposing than his "Centaur, Golden Ring"!
That aura, that unparalleled power!
And there was that feeling as if Golden Flame were truly burning in his eyes!
It's as if the real Centaurus is accompanying him as he conquers everything!
And that sentence!
Horus focused his gaze on the majestic roar of the Lion.
[The Order of the Knightly Sword!]
[Unforgettable!]
"Unforgettable".
Horus pondered the words repeatedly.