"Argh—!"
As the Spear of Dionysus pierced the daemon primarch's chest, Lorgar let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The Spear of Dionysus was even sharper than a power weapon. It effortlessly tore through Lorgar's daemon armor, piercing the primarch's skin, muscle, and bone.
At that moment, Lorgar finally awoke from his blind confidence and arrogance.
So he truly was no match for Leman Russ. This ascended daemon primarch might have looked impressive enough, but the moment he clashed with a genuine primarch who had unleashed his essence, his inner weakness was immediately exposed.
In his clash with the Wolf King, Lorgar came to understand the gap between them ever more deeply.
Leman Russ's strength came from his own essence. He possessed complete control over it and could wield it as he pleased.
But the power Lorgar had gained through studying the Primordial Truth was more like a gift from the Warp. Once it reached a certain limit, the Warp refused to grant Lorgar any more power.
It was like two nations at war: one could stand on its own and manufacture its own weapons, while the other could only pay a third party to buy weapons for it.
Only now did Lorgar truly realize what he had lost after being forced into daemonhood.
He had lost a portion of the essence he had naturally possessed as a primarch—the foundation the Emperor had left behind when creating these demigods. Yet he had instead taken pride in the false rewards bestowed by the Warp.
Lorgar's cries became ever more agonized. This pain did not come solely from his body; more of it came from his soul.
The Spear of Dionysus, this divine weapon personally forged by the Emperor, possessed power far beyond physically killing its enemies. That was merely one of its most