Wind or rain, the Warp is waiting for you

At least one thing Alvin could be sure of.

The Primarch's birth is inextricably linked to the Warp; rather than being the children of the Emperor, they are more accurately described as... the children of the Four Gods and the Emperor?

If not, he'd rather be Slaanesh's bottom!

From the moment the Raven King transformed into a scattering flock of crows to the moment it severed Lorca's arm, the entire process took less than a second, and from Alvin's perspective, he only saw afterimages throughout.

"My foolish brother—"

The King of Shadows tossed aside the Daemon arm twisted by Chaos, a cold smile playing on his pale face, "You didn't actually think I'd be provoked into losing my mind by just a few words from you, did you?"

The mighty Daemon Prince had his arm chopped off in a single exchange—it was an utter disgrace!

"Lorca, you're still so naive." Kor'vash looked at him calmly and said indifferently, "Only a child would be angered by a few words. The sins you committed on Istvan are indeed a wound that will never heal me, but—anger will never affect me; I will only use it as a force."

The difference in their mindsets is immediately apparent.

On one hand, there is Lorca, who is always provoked by a few words, while on the other hand, there is the King of Dark Ravens, who transforms anger into power without getting lost in his rage.

At this moment, Lorca looks exactly like a clown.

The distorted, Daemon face, tinged with a bluish-red hue, looked even uglier.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, Lorca heard a mocking laugh and turned to see Alvin, heavily injured and hiding behind the Duck King, bursting into laughter. This further broke Luo Jia's defenses, and she angrily rebuked him, "You lowly human, what are you laughing at again?!"

"Ah, no—" Alvin suppressed a laugh, covering his mouth as he said, "I just thought of something funny, it's just—there's this guy, I'm not talking about you, don't relate to this, but before he Ascend to Daemonhood, he couldn't beat someone, and after Ascend to Daemonhood, he still can't beat that person, so you tell me—? Did he waste his time Ascend to Daemonhood?!"

Lorca:"..-.

How could he not understand? Alvin was being sarcastic towards him!

If it weren't for Kor'vash being there, he would have rushed up long ago, ripped the kid's soul out, and roasted it in the Daemon Flames, letting him experience the most cruel pain!

But as she pondered, Lorca's gaze shifted a few inches.

Oh wow, you want an arm?!

Alvin has been keeping an eye on Lorca.

This guy's eyes were glued to this spot, the arm the King of Shadows had thrown away; he was clearly plotting some scheme. How could Alvin let him have his way?

After thinking for less than half a second, Alvin made a decisive move, forcing himself to run over and throw the Daemon arm directly into his Personal Space.

Want to?

No way! Go find it if you dare!

Upon seeing his arm disappear, Lorca was shocked for a few seconds before his face contorted with uncontrollable rage. "Where did you put it?!"

"Hehe."

Alvin sneered, "Guess."

Lorca's eyes twitched violently, and her chest heaved violently. She was clearly furious, staring at him fiercely as if she wanted to devour Alvin alive.

As for the King of Shadows beside him, his expression was also somewhat subtle and strange, but in the end, he said nothing.

He gave Alvin a complicated look, then took a half-step to block Lorca's view.

The meaning is quite simple.

This human is under my protection. Want his "arm" back? He'll have to beat him up first!

However, Lorca was unaware that in that moment of distraction, the astute Kor'vash seized upon his weakness.

A fragile mage dares to lose focus in front of an assassin?!

The Lord of Shadows's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and almost at the same time, his voice echoed in all directions, like an omnipresent ghost.

"Getting distracted during battle is not a good habit."

The dagger imbued with the power of shadow, like a ghost, suddenly slashed across Lorca's face. Although he reacted very quickly, a bloody chunk of flesh was still torn away.

"Mean!!!"

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Lorca couldn't help but curse, "Kor'vash, you're still as despicable as ever!"

Despicable? Sneak attack?

In response, Lorca opened his Third Eye on his forehead, locking onto Kor'vash's location, and let out a sinister laugh, "Found you, you lackey of the False Emperor!"

A beam of crimson light suddenly burst forth!

The surging Psykana Shockwave caused the void to tremble. Its terrifying power was enough to trigger a tsunami, and the visible Power of Corruption even caused the space along its path to show signs of cracking!

Boom!!!

This time, it hit head-on.

But the King of Shadows transformed into a flock of crows, and amidst a chorus of shrieks, he seemed like a true shadow, merging into the surrounding space.

Lorca's pupils contracted sharply; she realized the danger.

But the surrounding shadows transformed into solid chains, binding Lorca's throat and dragging her with immense force, slamming her to the ground.

As the chains retract, they emit dazzling sparks!

This was a collision of two Psychic Power. Lorca used his scepter to pin the end of the chain, and his Third Eye on his forehead shot out a beam of light towards the dark shadow once again!

The shadows were broken, revealing Kor'vash.

The Primarch of the Word Bearer, gazing at the other, suddenly let out a strange laugh, "Finally caught you, now—"

You can't escape now, can you?!

As he spoke, Lorca, who was bound by chains, suddenly exploded. Countless Blasphemous Scriptures, along with his filthy blood and bits of flesh, burned, revealing Kor'vash's Death Omen!

The real Lorca emerged from another direction, the pages of the Sevenfold Holy Codex Scripture turning, each step chanting blasphemous Sorcery Incantations: "Kor'vash, it's time for our feud to end!"

"You're too slow."

Suddenly, the figure of the King of Shadows appeared, flitting among the flying flesh and scriptures. Despite his seemingly massive and imposing body, he moved as lightly as a butterfly.

In the blink of an eye, his Knee Strike shattered Lorca's spine, and at the same time, he grabbed her head and violently flung her away!

Lorca was thrown to the ground like a plaything, foul-smelling blood seeping from his black and gold armor.

Roaring in impotent rage, it was about to flap its Daemon Wings when it was struck hard and forced to the ground!

"Did your master ever tell you—" The Lord of Shadows's voice trailed off, "That during my childhood training, I was able to simultaneously dodge the trajectory calculations of two hundred and seventy Automated Turret?"

Kor'vash stepped on him, pressing down on the fleshy wings on Lorca's back, then grabbed one with his bare hands, his eyes flashing, and pulled hard!

L!

The bloody, fleshy base of the wing was brutally and violently ripped off by the King of Shadows!

Just as Kor'vash raised his Claw Blade, intending to end the sins of his "brother," an invisible yet tangible force suddenly attacked him!

Kor'vash, with its extremely keen senses, instantly transformed into a flock of scattered crows and fled from Lorca.

Boom!!!

The Warp trembled and a crack was torn open, revealing a pair of gloomy, chilling eyes.

"You should be thankful that your master hasn't given up on you yet." Kor'vash's gaze darkened slightly.

He had tried his best to stop it, but this was the Chaos domain of "Tzeentch," and although Lorca was a pawn of Chaos, the one who was clearly in control behind all this would not allow him to die here.

The King of Shadows sighed softly.

"The time isn't right yet." He gazed at the surging Daemon Legion within the now-opened Warp Portal, immediately took a half-step back, and scooped up Alvin lying on the ground. "You should leave."

"And what about you?!"

"Alvin asked."

"I still have things I need to do..."

Kor'vash's gaze was complicated as he cast him into the shadows.

As the crows scattered and gathered, Alvin gazed at the King of Shadows, who walked alone toward the Warp Rift, his voice completely muffled.

In the end, Alvin disappeared.

Kor'vash sneered, watching Luo Lorca struggle towards the Warp Rift, and walked towards her step by step. His voice, like a ghost, or an omnipresent fear, enveloped Lorca's heart. "You can't escape."

My brother—even if I'm at the ends of the earth, I will cut off your head to atone for the sins of my descendants!