Golden Word Envoy Luo Jia

"Luo Jia, the great Chaos Gods will not let you go. You are their most suitable target. Only by returning to the embrace of the original true God can you understand the greatness of the Gods." Erebus, enduring the pain, continued to try to bewitch Luo Jia.

He believed that once Luo Jia understood the power of the Chaos Gods, he would naturally make his choice. Luo Jia's current anger was only due to his betrayal, but for power, Luo Jia would inevitably make the right choice.

Luo Jia did not speak, but instead used his actions to express his attitude. The giant scepter in his hand struck the ground heavily, emitting a loud sound, and a dazzling golden Psionic Energy blazed like a golden torch.

"Ah..." A cry of pain echoed throughout the secret chamber, then vanished instantly.

Compared to Erebus's bewitchment, the other party's pained cry was more pleasing to Luo Jia's ears.

"Erebus is right. The power of the Chaos Gods is indeed beyond your imagination. Even with the Emperor's power, you are as insignificant as an ant before them, at most a slightly stronger ant." An ethereal voice echoed in the silent chamber.

"Who!" Luo Jia, who had just knelt on the cushion, suddenly stood up, looking around vigilantly. The giant scepter in his hand erupted with an even brighter Lance, illuminating the entire room.

He hadn't expected anyone to be able to bypass the layers of guards outside and enter his quiet chamber. The most terrifying thing was that his psychic senses had no reaction to it.

This meant that the other party's strength far exceeded his imagination, and it was even questionable whether the other party wanted his head to remain on his neck.

However, no matter how bright the golden light of Luo Jia's scepter was, he still couldn't find anything amiss, as if the ethereal voice he just heard was an auditory hallucination.

But Luo Jia did not lower his guard. He knew that something was watching him; with his strength, auditory hallucinations were impossible.

Then, under Luo Jia's wary gaze, a black light appeared in Luo Jia's private chamber. A figure, shrouded in darkness and exuding an ominous mist, appeared without any warning.

Even Luo Jia's golden light could not penetrate the ominous mist surrounding the figure shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to see what the person inside looked like.

"Putting on a show!" Luo Jia didn't know how to be polite. He swung the scepter, which was half his height, fiercely at Sandman, who had suddenly appeared before him.

"Are all young people so hot-tempered these days?" Sandman, shrouded in mist, condensed a black arm and steadily caught the descending scepter.

"Hello, Erebus." Sandman even had the leisure to greet the half of Erebus trapped on the scepter.

Sandman's greeting only made Luo Jia angrier. He had basically concluded that this was a minion of the Chaos Gods, trying to rescue this heretic who had infiltrated the Imperium of Man.

Anger even caused a faint golden light to emanate from Luo Jia. The golden runes on his smooth, bald head began to flow slowly, and the golden light on the Emperor's grand relief began to converge towards Luo Jia.

"Alright, if you keep fighting like this, Erebus will be burned to death. Don't you want him to suffer this burning fate for all eternity?" Sandman dispersed the black mist around him and appeared before Luo Jia.

"Sandman! Corvus has fallen to Chaos!" Luo Jia looked at the Legionary Commander of the Raven Guard with vigilance, reaching a conclusion.

"Luo Jia, is your mind filled with hatred for Chaos?" Sandman waved his hand, and the Emperor's golden light that had begun to converge on Luo Jia stopped, quietly returning to the magnificent relief of the Emperor.

"I am glad for your hatred of Chaos, but don't slander people casually." Sandman casually pulled up a stool and sat down without any politeness. He looked at the shocked Luo Jia and said.

At this moment, Luo Jia understood that the Legionary Commander of the Raven Guard before him was not a minion of Chaos, otherwise the Emperor's psionic light would not have obeyed his will so obediently.

But why was he, a mere Legionary Commander of the Raven Guard, capable of this? Even if Corvus himself stood before him, Luo Jia would not be so shocked, even though he knew Sandman's position in the Imperium was vaguely unusual.

However, their first meeting unfolding in such a manner was something Luo Jia had not anticipated.

"I know you have many questions, and coincidentally, I have many questions too. We can have a good chat." Sandman extended an invitation to Luo Jia.

"Why are you here!" Although Luo Jia was no longer as hostile towards Sandman, he did not let down his guard.

"That's a good question. I'm here for you!" Sandman looked at Luo Jia and stated his intention.

"Me? Is there something wrong with me!" Luo Jia clearly did not agree with what he said. In his eyes, the fact that the other party could make the Emperor's psionic energy return to its place proved many things.

At the very least, the other party must have been certified by the Emperor. Could the other party be here for Erebus? But the anti-demon forces around the Emperor were the Sisters of Silence; you, a Legionary Commander of the Raven Guard, didn't fit in.

"In other words, I'm here to see if you've been corrupted by Chaos." Sandman looked at Luo Jia. The golden runes flowing on him had already begun to slowly return to their original positions.

"What is your answer?" Luo Jia's golden pupils stared intently, gripping the giant scepter in his hand again. If the other party dared to say he was corrupted by Chaos, Luo Jia would smash the other party's dog head without hesitation.

"So far, you have passed our test." Sandman's words made Luo Jia put down his scepter, and his gaze was no longer so aggressive.

"Our?" Luo Jia noticed Sandman's wording.

"There." Sandman pointed to the grand relief of the Emperor.

"You don't think the Emperor, whom you call a god, can't feel you praying and worshipping before his statue every day, do you? In other words, your god has been watching you." Sandman looked at Luo Jia with great interest.

He was very curious about Luo Jia's expression when he found out that the Emperor had been eavesdropping.

However, Luo Jia's reaction clearly exceeded Sandman's expectations. He had initially expected Luo Jia to show embarrassment or something similar, but instead, he saw a radiant, fanatical smile on Luo Jia's face.

Even with Sandman present, Luo Jia did not restrain himself. It could only be said that Sandman completely misunderstood the thoughts and behavior of these fanatical believers.

"Alright, any more questions?" Sandman said, looking at Luo Jia, who had put down his scepter.

"How many people know about the existence of Chaos Gods?" This question was related to many of Luo Jia's future plans. At the very least, from the few Legions he had contacted, neither the Primarchs nor the high-ranking officials of the Legions knew about the existence of Chaos Gods.

"The Emperor, Malcador, Corvus, the Commander of the Adeptus Custodes, Valdor, the soulless Queen Kaler. It should be these people, but now you are one more." Sandman did not hide anything.

The existence of Chaos Gods was known to only a few people in the entire Imperium, which showed how high the level of secrecy was. Luo Jia had thought Horus would know, but Sandman's answer was far beyond his expectations.

"The existence of Chaos Gods is still under absolute secrecy. You must not reveal it without the Emperor's permission." Sandman cautioned Luo Jia.

"I naturally know this. Since there are minions of Chaos Gods in the Word Bearers Legion, they must exist in other Legions as well. We must avoid alarming the enemy." Luo Jia mentally completed the Emperor's plan.

"That is indeed the reasoning." Sandman was happy to explain so much. He couldn't exactly explain the Great Betrayal. Luo Jia was not Corvus, and Sandman didn't know him well. These complex matters would ultimately be left to the Emperor to explain.

"Then, the last question, what are your thoughts on the Gods!" A divine power filled with absolute death intent surged towards Luo Jia. Sandman directly dragged Luo Jia into the Warp to confront his projection of the God of Death.

The projection of the God of Death, holding a scythe, stared intently at Luo Jia with empty pupils. If he answered even slightly incorrectly, the scythe in his hand would unhesitatingly chop off Luo Jia's head.

The sudden turn of events left Luo Jia utterly shocked. Luo Jia stared blankly at the terrifying being that had suddenly appeared before him. His tall body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was the instinctive tremor of life facing a higher-dimensional existence.

"My god, only my father, the great Emperor, will I carry out my father's will!!!" Luo Jia's entire body began to glow with golden light, golden runes constantly flowing and covering his entire form.

At this moment, he was enduring the immense pressure from Sandman. The pressure brought by Sandman's projection was so great that he felt his body would explode at any second from the unbearable strain.

Other than exhausting every inch of energy from his body with all his might, he had no other recourse. He didn't even have the mental capacity to resist.

In the void, Sandman stared intently at the brilliant golden light emanating from Luo Jia, remaining silent.

The corruption of chaos wasn't determined by Luo Jia's previous actions or words. As long as even a tiny speck of chaotic energy appeared on Luo Jia, Sandman would unhesitatingly harvest Luo Jia's body, mind, and soul.

Sandman watched Luo Jia struggling to resist the divine might without speaking. His free hand slowly reached for the scythe of death held by the projection of the god of death!