Chapter 1123 Eternal Torture

"No... this is impossible..."

Luojia's vocal cords have rotted away and he can only make breathy sounds.

He frantically tore at the Chaos Scroll on his chest, trying to find a way to fight back.

But the blasphemous words that had once given him limitless knowledge were now twisting and deforming on the parchment.

All records about Chaos were automatically rewritten as the word "End".

The chains of the stake shot out suddenly and precisely wrapped around Lorgar's limbs.

These chains do not simply bind the body, but directly imprison the soul.

Each link is engraved with the betrayals that Lorgar has committed in his life - against the Emperor, his fellow Primarchs, and all of Humanity.

As the chains tightened, these sins began to pierce his soul like sharp knives.

The God of Destruction's finger gently moved downwards.

The black stake was ignited with a bang. This was not an ordinary flame, but a conceptual "purification".

The flames first devoured Luojia's decayed flesh. The body that had been transformed by chaos for thousands of years did not carbonize in the flames. Instead, it "disappeared" little by little starting from the limbs, like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser.

The immortality granted by Nurgle became the greatest curse at this moment, making Lorgar clearly feel the pain of every inch of his flesh being erased.

When the flames spread to the torso, a more horrific purification began.

Lorgar saw countless memories emerging from his chest, his first encounter with Chaos during the Great Crusade, slaughtering enemies on the battlefield, igniting the flames of rebellion in Isstvan...

These memories are not burned, but "destroyed". The man in the picture is making different choices and embarking on an unimagined path.

The pain caused by this contrast far exceeds physical torture.

"Great God, I am willing to be your most loyal servant..."

"Let me go, let me go..."

The God of Destruction did not respond, but just watched the execution quietly.

At this moment, change occurred again.

As the soul of Chaos Lorgar gradually dissipated on the black stake, a foul shadow suddenly emerged from the crack in the warp.

Erebus, the instigator who dragged the entire empire into the abyss, was now wrapped in the foul light blessed by the four gods, and the dagger in his hand flashed with a deadly cold light.

The blasphemous weapon was stained with countless sins: the holy blood of the massacre at the City of Perfection, the wails of the loyalists collected during the massacre at Isstvan, and even the holy relics stolen from the Primarch.

As the blade passed, one could vaguely see the painful struggles of all the dead souls that had been targeted by it.

Erebus's face was twisted in a mixture of ecstasy and fear.

His mutated eyes rolled wildly in their rotten sockets, each reflecting a different scene of his conspiracy succeeding.

"For the gods!" he yelled like fingernails scraping against glass.

When the dagger was only an inch away from Mara's back, the cloak of the God of Destruction suddenly moved without wind.

It was not a dodge, but a displacement of some higher-dimensional existence. Erebus was horrified to find that he had stabbed only an afterimage. The real Mara had turned around, and his black hole-like eyes were staring at him calmly.

Erebus's arm suddenly froze in mid-air. It wasn't that it was blocked, but the concept of "movement" was temporarily deleted in that area.

His expression was frozen in twisted ecstasy, but his eyes revealed a fear that penetrated deep into his soul.

The foul light on the dagger began to flow backwards, flowing into the blood vessels in his arm, and every inch of advancement caused violent spasms.

Mara slowly raised his left hand and gently touched Erebus's forehead with his index finger. This simple action triggered a chain reaction of horror.

The blessing originally given to Erebus by the four gods has now completely become a tool of torture.

The fighting instinct bestowed by Khorne began to backfire, causing every muscle fiber of Erebus to twitch wildly.

The immortality granted by Nurgle became a curse, causing his cells to constantly regenerate as they collapsed.

The conspiracy wisdom bestowed by Tzeentch turned into poison, and millions of failed plans flashed through his mind at the same time.

All of Slaanesh's gift of pleasure nerves were reversed, amplifying the slightest touch into torture.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Erebas screamed loudly, but this was just an appetizer.

Then, the black stake suddenly changed again. The chains that originally bound Luo Jia decomposed and reorganized, turning into four torture instruments with completely different characteristics.

When Erebus was fastened to the stake, his first scream caused psychic fluctuations in the surrounding warp.

It wasn't because of physical pain, but because Mala had implanted a psychic spell deep in his soul.

This despicable priest is now reliving every crime he has committed from the perspective of all the victims.

When the flames on the black stake reached their peak, the laws of the warp suddenly underwent a strange distortion.

The Chaos Lorgar soul that was about to dissipate suddenly solidified, and his existence was forcibly anchored to the left side of the rack by some supreme power.

At the same time, Erebas' twisted body was dragged by an invisible force and slammed heavily on the right side of the rack.

The two Word Bearers traitors now presented a terrifying symmetry.

The decayed body of Chaos Lorgar was constantly cycling between aging and rebirth. The black flames burned his body, destroying it again and again.

Erebus's situation was even more dire.

His mutated body was torn by four chains. Erebus screamed in pain, but the only response was the crackling sound of burning black flames.

The structure of the stake began to evolve, with the original two pillars splitting into a new structure.

The chains that bound Lorgar were inscribed with passages from the Sacred Word, but each sacred word had been twisted to reveal a profane meaning.

These chains were sometimes hot like lava and sometimes cold like the void, causing this former saint to constantly struggle between faith and betrayal.

Erebus was imprisoned with a more sophisticated torture device - countless hair-thin psychic needles pierced into every nerve ending of his, ensuring that he could feel every bit of pain.

His mouth was forced open with a metal clamp and his tongue was stretched and nailed to his collarbone, a special punishment for his seductive tongue.

The cruelest thing was the connection between the two. A special chain mixed with the power of the four gods connected their chests in series, allowing their pain to resonate with each other.

Lorgar must constantly feel the backlash of the various conspiracies planned by Erebus, and Erebus is forced to experience the torment of every moment of hesitation of Lorgar in betraying the Emperor.

Countless sharp nails of repentance grew at the bottom of the stake. Whenever the screams of the two prisoners reached a certain threshold, these nails would automatically pierce into their feet, transforming the painful sound waves into actual damage.

The nails were engraved with the names of the people they had killed, and each name was oozing with tears of blood.

Finally, this particular stake began to slowly sink to the lowest level of the Warp.

Rather than falling downward, it "dissolves" into the most fundamental levels of the fabric of reality.

This means that the punishment will last forever, and the pain on the rack will never stop as long as the concept of betrayal exists in the universe.

(Well, take a day off tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. My mind is a mess right now.)