"Leman Russ... still as reckless and arrogant as ever..."
"He actually dared to charge into my Dark Temple with only a few thousand men. Does he really think I am still the Lorgar Aurelian of old?"
The Great Word Bearer within the Dark Temple had naturally noticed the enormous commotion caused by the Space Wolves' teleportation assault.
Aside from a brief moment of panic at the beginning, Lorgar quickly calmed down completely.
This was his home ground, a world under his control. Now that he was the commander of the Chaos host chosen by the Four Gods, how could he possibly lose his composure so easily?
Since Leman Russ had dared to invade, he had better be prepared to die here.
What was more, after Lorgar sent a request for aid to Be'lakor, the Lord of Shadows had answered the call and was already on his way.
Be'lakor now was entirely different from the Be'lakor of before. With Lorgar's help, the Four Chaos Gods had tacitly permitted it to become a vessel for their power and had bestowed their blessings upon it once more.
Though no one knew how long those blessings would last, the Four Gods would be unwilling to lose this agent of their will before the war was over.
With such powerful reinforcements to rely on, Lorgar's confidence immediately solidified. An eager expression even appeared on his face, and he looked forward to settling the score with Leman Russ.
"Proceed according to the plan, Faust. I will hold back Leman Russ. He will never reach you or interfere with the ritual."
"I will make Leman Russ watch helplessly as the ritual is completed. He will see the might of The Empyrean shatter humanity's laughable defenses, yet he will be able to do nothing."
Lorgar slowly rose to