"If you're dead, then stay dead!"
Corax roared in fury, his voice charged with an almost insane rage.
He abruptly raised his other Talon Blade. Dark Chaos energy coiled around the sharp black blade as it carved an arc through the air and stabbed viciously toward Lorgar.
He put everything he had into that strike. He would tear this dead Primarch's soul apart once and for all, so Lorgar could never flaunt his power before him again.
The next second, Corax was lifted effortlessly off his feet.
Lorgar moved with incredible speed. He reached out with one hand, caught Corax precisely by the throat, and lifted the Raven Guard Primarch into the air, despite Corax standing half a head taller than him.
Corax's feet kicked futilely in the air. His Talon Blade was only centimeters from Lorgar's face, yet he could not force it a fraction closer.
Golden psychic energy poured from Lorgar's hand, scorching Corax's body like a blazing inferno. It hissed as wisps of black smoke rose from his flesh.
"Oh, the power of Chaos?" Lorgar watched the black flames struggling to resist his golden psychic energy, a sneer crossing his face.
He could feel the Chaos power within Corax desperately resisting his psychic energy. The black energy slithered beneath Corax's skin like vipers, trying to drive away the golden flames.
But before Lorgar's pure, faith-born psychic energy, that Chaos power retreated again and again, as though it had met its natural enemy.
"Where are those groveling, beggarly False Gods behind you? Why aren't they coming to help? Where's your Dark Prince? Where are your Chaos Gods? Why are they watching me hold you by the throat without daring to make so much as a peep?"
With his throat clenched in Lorgar's grip, Corax could not speak.
Only