Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 432 Black and Red, Planning in the Shadows ([-]) The Monarch in the Shadows

In the void far away from the gravitational field of the celestial body in the northern part of the Zhan Moro star area, a huge rift torn by the energy of the warp is slowly healing.

There is a trident floating in front of the crack, it is a space battleship more than 20 kilometers long.

Three huge space buildings are standing on top of them; in the bronze and blood-rust paint, hundreds of weapons arrays are guarding and patrolling around.

The Three Holy Prayers, the masterpiece of Cabo Hal, the fallen Martian foundry general of the Great Rebellion era-the third sister ship of the Abyss-class battleship.

It is also the last ship left after the sinking of the first ship Abyss Fury and the second ship Ms. Blessing.

It was the fourth flagship of the Legion of the Word Bearers, and the flagship of their Lord, the fallen Primarch Lorgar Aurelion, now ascended.

In order to summon it from the heavens, the Dark Apostle spent unimaginable manpower and material resources. Even this sacrificial ceremony that has been prepared for decades and swept across the entire star area, most of the power accumulated in the end is used here .

And it is indeed worth the effort, because the force and symbolic meaning it represents is a great encouragement to the forces of chaos.

The warship had already started its work as soon as it returned to reality.

Hundreds of Word Bearers, leading demons ten times their size, departed from the deck of the Trinity Prayer in large and small vehicles, flying towards the polluted and corrupted planets around them like a school of fish. go.

And the Imperial Navy warships captured by the rebellion in these galaxies also began to gather here after receiving its call.

The flagship of the battleship class is the support these traitors need most at present, and the fleet used for the defense of the galaxy's homeland in their hands does not have such a behemoth.

The defense and attack of the Three Holy Prayer number surpassed that of the Queen of Glory, which was undoubtedly a great encouragement to these stragglers.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

In the Temple of Despair at the top of the battleship's central building complex, the sound of heavy footsteps came from far to near in the darkness.

Two Word Bearers in heavy armor knelt down at the sound, and in the dark depths of the palace, a shadow slowly approached.

"Where's my chief pastor?" The shadow didn't continue to approach, but just stopped at the boundary between light and darkness.

His voice has not changed, and it is still familiar to the two veterans stationed there, but the tone and wording in his words are strange.

The two ten-thousand-year veterans raised their heads to look at each other after hearing it, and then lowered their heads again the next second.

This kind of pure professional title is rare in Primarch's mouth. In the past, he preferred to use "my best friend" as the title of the chief priest.

Do you want to answer?how to answer?

What does he want to know?Or how could he not know the whereabouts of Erebus?
And if he knows, then what is he asking for at this moment?
The sudden question flew through the minds of the two Word Bearers, causing the two Word Bearers to choose silence after careful consideration.

This is not to say that they are too shrewd, but that in the past tens of thousands of years of intrigues and internal struggles, the Word Bearers who did not have such brains have long been eliminated, and it is impossible to survive today.

In fact, there is no need for the guard's answer, because the answer will never surprise him.

"Are you still diligently holding the Dark Apostle Conference and tirelessly assigning tasks to the shepherds? Really, it's touching..."

The monarch's voice continued to sound, but the meaning in the words made the guards lower their heads. His voice was still as contagious as it was ten thousand years ago, but the attitude he expressed made the Word Bearers shudder. .

Everything seems to be different from the past. The Legion Master who once regarded the Chief Priest as a close friend and obeyed his words has died.

But what appeared in front of them now was the dark monarch who reshaped himself in the dark after thousands of years of meditation and reflection after experiencing setbacks and failures.

After the Primarch reappeared, he had already adjusted the personnel of the army. He did not touch the original forces of the Dark Council, but gathered some marginal forces in the army under his command.

These veterans of the legion who were expelled from the core of power may not be smart enough, but they have the bravery and desire for status and power that the dark apostles who are obsessed with power struggles do not have.

At this time, what the Primarch needs most is precisely this desire, and the false loyalty cloaked on top of this desire.

More than three chapters of the Word Bearers were gathered under the Primarch's command, and this power became even more apparent in the increasingly apparent power struggle between the Erebus and Kor Fallon factions within the Dark Council. Detached yet indispensable.

They may not be enough to replace the existence of the Dark Council, but neither the Chief Priest nor the Dark Bishop can accept that this force will tilt towards each other with the endorsement of the Primarch.

"My lord!" The chief priest who learned of the awakening of the Primarch rushed over.

Even though he was in a hurry, and even though he was in power, he still expressed his respect and admiration to the Primarch with the most sincere etiquette as before.

But different from the past, this time after kneeling down, he didn't immediately hear the other party's blame and the kindness behind the blame;

This time the false respect was exchanged for a long and suffocating scrutiny, and the same false response under this scrutiny:

"Get up, my dear friend."

The same words were uttered by the same people, but the tone was different, but this leader of the Word Bearers, known as the "Son of Chaos", felt tremendous pressure at this moment.

It's really unfair, what an enviable talent...

This is already how many times Erebus lamented the power of the Primarch, and it was also the envy and contempt he expressed for the Primarch in his heart.

This kind of thought flashed through his mind, and was immediately covered up in countless jumping messages. This was the fear of the power held by the Primarch, because the Primarch now no longer resists the use of psionic power.

And if there is no protection from the thinking protection spell, then this kind of thought will definitely be captured by the Primarch in an instant.

"Shall I ask you?" Lorgar's voice sounded again, waking Erebus out of his thoughts.

He tried his best to control his body, restraining the instinctive movement of raising his head while getting up.The muscles in the neck creaked as they fought against the spine, and his eyes locked on the primarch's feet did not move.

He couldn't look up, because if he saw the mocking expression on that face, there would be no room for any warmth between the two of them.

What has changed?When did it start?
Is it when you return to the world of Sicarus after the anticlimactic rebellion that ended with the death of Horus?

After becoming a demon prince who is different from Perturabo and truly inherited the rule of chaos, he was beaten head-on by the person who understood the essence of subspace by his own talent, and had to be trapped in the world of Sicarius for thousands of years. While meditating?
Or even earlier, it was the first time he noticed Horus' true attitude towards Chaos, and felt that the rebellion was doomed to end in failure, so he decided to take over the mission of Horus, but was killed by the sick Horus When defeated?
However, changes have occurred.

And what he has to do now is to re-read the thoughts of this ambitious and talented "lucky guy", and then calm him down again, that's all.

This Son of Chaos, who once dominated with one hand, and can be said to have subverted the greatest era of the human empire, has only now realized the huge changes around him.

But before he could clear his thoughts, the footsteps behind him made him lower his head again.

Ke Fallon, another leader of the Dark Council, was the guide, foster father, and legal master of the former monarch before he took over the legion.

This political enemy, who had dedicated the Primarch to the Chaos Gods with him and was fighting for power with him in the Dark Council, had also received the news of the Primarch's awakening and arrived at his bedroom immediately.

"My lord!" The dark bishop's footsteps stopped beside Erebus, and after a slight delay, his greetings to Lorgar also sounded.

Erebus lifted his head up, but the figure of the Primarch was still invisible in the darkness.

Of course, it is impossible not to see clearly, it is spiritual energy that is resisting his sight.

"Is the arrangement over?" Lorgar asked the two of them.

The shadowy gazes of the leaders of the two Dark Councils met, neither of whom wanted the Primarch to establish a real connection with the Legion, and at this point they were allies.

"It has been arranged properly, the deployment of troops in the three galaxies has been arranged, and the sacrifice ceremony at the rear is also being prepared."

The two answered in unison, but they didn't know that the Luo Jia at this moment was different from the past, and he could see all the details of the movements of the two of them.

"Heh..." The monarch in the darkness let out a smile of unknown meaning, but before the two of them could react, they changed the topic to the battle in front of them.

"This opportunity is rare, and you all know it when you think about it."

"Yes." The two replied.Erebus even took a step forward after meeting Cor Fallon's eyes, explaining his plan to their Primarch:
"our plan……"

"I don't want to know. I just want to ask, are you sure?" The monarch in the darkness interrupted Erebus and asked the former directly.

"I will personally direct his fall!" Erebus lowered his head and assured Lorgar, who only chuckled and asked:
"How much strength do you need?"

"Five complete warbands, and their attached demon legion."

"I'll give you ten." Lorgar raised his hand to stop Ke Fallon's protest, and looked at Erebus who was kneeling on the ground and said with great interest:
"I'm waiting for your news."

Then turned and left, disappearing again into the darkness of the Temple of Despair.

"Yes!" Erebus maintained his posture and waited until Lorgar left for a long time before getting up from the ground.

And Ke Fallon next to him finally noticed the strangeness from the conversation between the two. He was no longer obsessed with the weakening of his power caused by the statement of the Primarch, but looked at the still kneeling on the ground with rare sympathy. Erebus.

"Definitely? Extremely arrogant... a person who is very likely to be the Primarch, you just make a guarantee so easily?"

"Otherwise? Are you a failure like you? You must know that I have done such a thing once, and you are just a failure."

After confirming that Lorgar had left, Erebus slowly raised his head. The undisguised contempt in his eyes made the dark bishop's mood go from gloating to provoking to extreme anger.

However, what he said made Cor Fallon unable to refute, because in the corruption of another Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, Cor Fallon just failed, and there was no room for excuse.

"Then you, take care of yourself..." The dark bishop's tone became calm after reaching the peak of his anger. He took another look at the chief priest, then threw off the cloak behind him and walked out of the palace.

The apostles who were attached to the dark bishop walked in a single file, following in the footsteps of Co Fallon.The two defenders also closed the gates of the palace after the monarch disappeared.

The chief pastor was still kneeling in front of the door, maintaining his posture of talking to Lorgar. The dark apostles who belonged to him stepped forward, but no one dared to open their mouths to persuade him to get up.

Will it work this time?Erebus still has enough confidence in himself.

But what he was worried about was not this matter, but the Lord of the Legion who had been with him for a full 1 years,
Cor Fallon's words are still in his ears, and the conditions Lorgar gave him are also in front of his eyes.The extra generosity is definitely not out of kindness, and the coldness hidden behind the generosity has already cut off his retreat.

Do you want five warbands?Double your support.

Is it not enough?besides.

But if all this failed, what would be the result waiting for him?
I am afraid that no one needs to question it, the failure itself is enough to threaten his status.The Dark Council has never lacked ambitious people, and what these seemingly obedient people around them are waiting for is just a chance.

Erebus felt that he needed to re-examine his monarch. After thousands of years of reflection, this idealist who had obeyed his words, apparently had his own way of controlling power.

But this is all for the future, the most urgent thing is now.He needs to consolidate his position with a hearty victory, but also needs to please the Chaos Gods with the fall of a high lord.

And if all of this can be fulfilled, then he will naturally have a position corresponding to his rights in the new royal court established by the King of the Word Bearers.

You can only win, not lose.

Erebus passed his thoughts through the territory of Jan Moro, looked at the foundry world located in the center of the galaxy, and then crossed the place he planned for the decisive battle and looked behind the forged world, the once prosperous but silent world. The planet - Moro.

This planet, which had been visited by two people who influenced the fate of the empire, was also the most ideal altar prepared by him and the gods.

　renew.Finally finished moving, so tired.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)