Chapter 1122 Luo Jia:?
On the other side, Chaos Lorgar was watching the battle from afar.
His fingertips dug deep into his palms, and corrupted scriptures oozed out of the wounds, condensing into twisted runes in the scarlet void of the Warp.
The former Primarch of the Empire, now the Chosen One of Chaos, is currently experiencing the most intense soul shock he has experienced in ten thousand years.
"Gods above..."
His voice was hoarse and inhuman, and his scarlet mutated eyeballs rolled wildly on his pale face.
Through layers of warp fog, Luo Jia saw the figure that froze his soul, Yang Cheng, no, now he should be called the God of Destruction Mara, who was floating above the remnants of the Hive Will.
The sight made Lorgar's Chaos Blessing tremble:
A dark light deeper than the void flowed on the surface of Mara's jet-black armor, and each line recorded the end of a universe.
In the relief in the center of the breastplate, countless civilizations are being destroyed and reborn in an eternal cycle.
The most terrifying thing is that those reliefs will change with the memory of the viewer. Luo Jia was horrified to find that the scenes of his betrayal of the Emperor and the faces of the souls of all the loyalists who died because of him emerged in them.
"No... this is impossible..."
Luojia's scarlet eyeballs were oozing pus and blood. He tried to look away, but found that his head was fixed by some supreme power.
The knowledge accumulated from the Emperor's era boiled in his mind, reminding him of a terrible truth: the existence before him was the fifth evil god of the warp.
Through his Chaos-blessed vision, Lorgar saw even more horrifying details.
The black flame on Mara's cloak is not a simple flame, but the solidified concept of "end" itself.
Every time a flame falls, an area of the subspace is forever "dead".
Not contaminated or altered, but simply vanished like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser.
When Khorne's bloodthirsty army came into contact with these sparks, they turned into nothingness before they could even utter a scream.
The face under Yang Cheng's helmet made Luo Jia collapse even more. On that face that was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, his eyes were two tiny black holes, and the smile frozen at the corners of his mouth contained the final mockery of all the destroyed civilizations.
When Mara turned his head and looked in his direction, Luo Jia felt that his soul was being "deleted" bit by bit by that gaze.
"Traitor..." Yang Cheng looked at Chaos Luojia and then said slowly.
"Oh Gods..."
Luo Jia unconsciously used this long-lost name, his rotten lips trembling, "Did you see it? That...what exactly is that?"
no respond.
Luojia was horrified to find that his connection with the Four Gods was being disturbed by some force.
The chaotic whispers that usually chattered in his mind now turned into a vague murmur.
The Chaos Mark on his neck began to burn, not the heat of a blessing, but some kind of... warning pain.
When Lorgar looked at Mala again, the God of Destruction just raised his arm.
This simple action caused ripples throughout the fabric of the Warp.
Lorgar's mutated vision captured the laws of reality whimpering and reorganizing around the arm wrapped in black armor.
Lorgar's throat uttered a sob that was not human. He saw Mala's black spear lightly cut through the void, and this seemingly random movement made the entire warp tremble.
"This is... the real God..." Luojia's belief system completely collapsed.
Trembling, he took off the Chaos Holy Symbol from around his neck, only to find that the metal had already melted in his palms by the black flames.
When Yang Cheng's eyes really fell on Luo Jia, the Chaos Prophet experienced the most terrifying moment of his life.
He felt that his existence was being "read" like an open book.
From being born in a laboratory, to becoming a preacher of the Emperor, and then to betraying and embracing Chaos... every choice, every fall, is exposed under the black hole-like sight.
“No…don’t…”
Luojia knelt in the void, rotten scriptures pouring out of his seven orifices, trying to build a final defense.
But these once proud chaos knowledge dissipated like mist in the sun under the gaze of the God of Destruction.
A hoarse roar came out from the depths of Chaos Lorgar's throat, and his festering eyeballs simultaneously burst into a light of chaotic psionic energy.
His withered hands formed a blasphemous seal in front of his chest, and rotten scriptures seeped out from the cracks in his skin, weaving into a twisted protective barrier in the void.
This barrier embodies the chaos knowledge accumulated over ten thousand years.
The blood runes of Khorne, the plague sigils of Nurgle, the labyrinth of deception of Tzeentch, and the illusions of joy of Slaanesh, four completely different forces were forcibly merged under the drive of his desperation.
"The Warp is on my side! I can't lose!"
Lorgar's vocal cords roared as if they were torn, and the sound waves stirred up turbid ripples in the warp.
Four majestic shadows emerged behind him: the Eight-bladed Axe of the Blood God, the Corrupted Scythe of the Kind Father, the Thousand-Faced Codex of the Lord of Change, and the Corrupted Whip of the Dark Prince.
These projections are not decorations, but the original power bestowed by the Four Gods on their most beloved prophets.
However, when these chaotic forces that were powerful enough to destroy galaxies collided with Yang Cheng's black psychic energy, what occurred was not an earth-shattering explosion, but something more terrifying called "dissolution".
The God of Destruction didn't even change his stance.
Yang Cheng simply raised his left hand slightly, with his five fingers spread out like a judge reading out a verdict.
The surging chaotic energy suddenly solidified three feet away from him, as if it had hit an invisible absolute barrier.
The bloody runes of Khorne were the first to collapse, those proud symbols of carnage fading like inferior dyes before the black psionic energy.
Nurgle's plague spell evaporated immediately, and even the most stubborn virus spores were "disappeared" before they had time to reproduce.
Tzeentch's labyrinth of deception is like thin ice in the sun, and all the carefully designed traps melt before they are triggered.
The illusion of Slaanesh's pleasure was the worst, completely dissipating without even a ripple.
Pus and blood oozed from Luo Jia's thirty-seven eyeballs at the same time. He was horrified to see that the chaotic spiritual energy he released was not only blocked, but also completely destroyed.
The God of Destruction took a step forward.
This simple action caused Lorgar's Chaos Blessing to backfire. The rotten flesh on his back peeled off piece by piece, revealing the spine underneath that had been corroded by the power of the Four Gods for thousands of years.
The Chaos Seal on the neck suddenly became scorching hot, not the scorching heat of blessing, but some kind of purifying burning.
The most terrifying thing was that the chaotic whispers in his mind now turned into sharp screams - those were the painful echoes of the Four Gods being deprived of their blessings.
Yang Cheng slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the collapsing Chaos Prophet.
This simple action triggered the collapse of the causal chain.
The space around Luojia began to fold and reorganize, and the chaotic energy transformed by the black psionic energy suddenly condensed into a solid.
A huge black stake grew out of the void, its skeleton forged from purified Khorne brass, its chains forged from purified Nurgle rusted iron, and the brazier burning with pure black flames that were a fusion of Tzeentch's blue flame and Slaanesh's purple fire.
"traitor……"
