The Script Is Wrong (2)

Lorgar, who has fallen into demonic possession within the Sea of Souls, is constantly fleeing.

He ran while constantly cursing.

"Damn it! Damn Chaos! Damn Warp! Damn fate!"

Why! Why did you lie to me!

"It shouldn't be like this, nothing should be like this!"

He had calculated everything perfectly; he was clearly the one who should have shone brightest in this battle.

But... but why would someone who looks exactly like me suddenly appear?

What's even more infuriating is that guy who looks exactly like me, and the power he possesses.

Such power was something that Lorgar, Daemonhood, had only seen in the Emperor during the Great Crusade.

The other Chaos Gods all said it was a replica of the Emperor, but only Lorgar knew the truth.

In other words, that tiny, golden-haired guy on the other side isn't strong enough right now.

If that Men of Gold on the other side is powerful enough, he can burn a piece of the Warp to ashes.

Who cares about four or five Chaos Gods? As long as the Psychic Power's targeting is precise enough, even Chaos Gods can have their health bars exposed.

However, Lorgar Daemonhood, was about to face even more unfortunate news.

From the beginning of Angron to Perturabo and then to Lorgar.

These three suddenly appearing Primarch were all after him.

In other words, that glittering, golden version of myself is now causing trouble for me again.

If you don't run at a time like this, are you just waiting to be burned alive?

"Lorgar, my dear brother, where are you running to?"

Corvus!

Upon hearing this voice, Lorgar, Daemonhood, did not turn around; he simply sped up his escape.

He managed to escape from the Lord of Ravens's pursuit last time, and he certainly can this time too.

But tragedy struck him soon after.

During his escape, he discovered that a force was constantly binding him.

I can't shake them off no matter what I do.

"Lorgar, you scum, face me!"

"Wow, what a deep-seated grudge." Amidst the shadows shrouding the warship, Lorgar muttered to herself.

"Ugh... bro, Corvus... ugh..."

Lorgar turned around and patted the Lord of Drakes on the back.

"Alright, alright, Vulkan, I know Corvus harbors resentment, and I know that resentment isn't directed at me."

"Say less, or you'll be hard to wash off if you vomit up food from ten thousand years ago."

The Lord of Drakes didn't speak; he simply looked at Lorgar with tear-filled eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Vulkan. If you have time, you can go race with Khan; you'll get used to it."

Hearing Lorgar say that, the Lord of Drakes could already imagine the scene—it was too harmonious, but it could easily make one dizzy.

As for the Lord of Ravens, he had no time to chat with the two brothers; all he wanted to do was catch Lorgar as soon as possible.

This time, he did indeed successfully catch his opponent.

"Run, Lorgar, keep running! Haven't you been a pretty good runner for the past ten thousand years?"

Seeing the Lord of Ravens emerge from the warship, Lorgar felt like dying.

Lorgar understood that even if he didn't want to die, he was doomed to die anyway.

In this situation, it will be difficult to extricate myself without my own death.

But as the Primarch, he has his own dignity and pride.

"Corvus, you've been chasing me for a million years and still couldn't catch me. Now, it's only because of another version of me that you're able to corner me."

"Now, I demand that he face me. You want to kill me? You don't have the right!"

I can only die by my own hand!

"Ha, you've certainly made that statement with a lot of confidence. I'm going to change my opinion of you; it's a different side of me now."

Lorgar stepped out, looking at her Daemonhood self, her tone filled with contempt and disdain.

"Ha, what do you know?"

Snap!

No sooner had the corrupted Primarch finished asking that question than a crisp, loud slap turned him into a spinning top.

"What do I know? All I know now is that you've fallen and become Daemon."

"You... you think I wanted this? False God..."

Snap!

The corrupted Daemon Primarch began to spin once more.

"What do you mean by 'want' or 'don't want'? I see you're quite comfortable being a lackey of the Chaos Gods."

"As for the false gods you mentioned? Wake up, there are no gods in this world."

"Those things in the Warp are merely aggregates of emotions; they are ancient authorities upon which the concept of the soul was formed."

"As for the Emperor? He's not even a god, let alone a false god."

"If you have to categorize him, he's a god; the Golden Throne is the most perfect ending for him in this life."

Hiss...

Ah...

Hiss...

That's not right.

This isn't right!

The corrupted Primarch is out of his mind; this isn't how the script was written.

Whether it's Angron or Perturabo.

The information we have is that they deeply resent their Daemonhood, and that's true.

But in the final version where Daemonhood, everyone died quite peacefully.

But why, when it's my turn, am I not even given a chance to speak? They just start hitting me right away!

And was the version of myself on the other side crazy?

There are no gods in the Warp?

Even Emperors aren't gods?

Now, not only is the fallen Lorgar, but the other two Primarch who came with her are also completely dumbfounded.

According to the understanding of most people in this era.

The guy in front of me, who seems a bit too serious, is making some rather Heretic statements.

There are no gods in the Warp, Emperor is not a god.

How could Lorgar say such a thing?

"How dare you say there are no gods in the Warp?"

"I'm not here to debate with you, I'm here to kill you."

After saying this, Lorgar took out a long sword and began chasing after his other self, slashing at him.

There was no shouting and yelling while cutting, no furious roars, and no obligation to bring the other party to their senses.

"You..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? If you're in Chaos for a day, you'll be in Chaos for a lifetime. You can't wash yourself clean!"

"I don't care if there were reasons or extenuating circumstances, you've made humanity like this! You deserve to die!"

The Primarch of the Daemonhood was being chased by Lorgar and was running for his life, while the Lord of Ravens and the Lord of Drakes were sweating profusely.

They had never seen Emperor so enraged, but this impeccably Lorgar made up for it.

That's terrifying.

Holding a Knights Greatsword, he slashed at the corrupted Primarch, one strike after another.

There were no unnecessary words, and no intention to offer any advice or guidance.

All that remained was a silent pursuit and golden flames burning continuously in the Warp.

But it is precisely this silent anger and murderous intent that is most terrifying.

"Stop! Don't forget, I still have that Psychic Power tied to me!"

As soon as the Daemon Primarch uttered those words, Lorgar's sword stopped just short of his neck.

Seeing that the other party had stopped, Lorgar, Daemonhood status, thought she had a chance.

"I..."

He had barely uttered a single word when he felt a sharp pain erupt from his mouth.

His tongue had been burned to ashes by the flames that shot out.

"Don't talk to me about a dignified way to die; people are all different."

"You're religious, aren't you? I will definitely burn you alive!!"

Crazy!

Daemon Primarch saw in Lorgar's eyes was endless rage and insane killing intent.

It's even more terrifying than the Daemonhood Angron.

"You just said you're also bound to a Sorcerer of Ruin, that's why I don't want to waste my breath on you!"

"You filthy bastard, you think you can negotiate with me just by keeping that thing?"

"Get this straight, I'm here to take your life!"

"As for threats? Don't you even know how Cadia was destroyed?"

Cadia?

Cadia was shattered by that metallic planet.

"Just so you know, I didn't stop Perturabo from giving the order."

!!!

My life is over!