Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Lorgar: Although I remember that Guilliman liked to gloat over his misfortunes, his mouth didn't seem so bad. Why does it smell like Chogoris?

Alpharius: If Sanglis could say such things, then he would definitely not be the "Emperor" of the Second Empire.

It was seriously doubtful that Luojia would dare to make such a move. After a while, Kabanha himself came to chop him with a big axe.

"Guilliman" is visibly violent, both in terms of his fighting style and speech style.

"Logar!!!"

Alpharius roared and struck down a heavy blow. The flagpole was almost broken, leaving deep cuts on it.

The light emanating from Luojia's body brushed through the gap and healed it after a few seconds.

He was puzzled by Guilliman's anomaly. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like the outstanding commander of the Thirteenth Legion.

Alpharius naturally knew this, he did it on purpose.

Next, his words would relax Lorgar.

"Logar! Look at this empire, you want it, right? This is what you want. Thousands of people are kneeling on the ground, praying to the gods. You know how desperate I am to rule this messy world. What! Luojia, you deserve to die!"

Guilliman stabbed Lorgar with one sword after another, but Lorgar was in no rush to attack at the moment. The autistic life in subspace for nearly ten thousand years was extremely uncomfortable. The only way to obtain information through subspace prayer was too slow and obviously not as efficient as It would be better to listen directly to the ruler of the current empire himself.

"It's that bastard "Holy Words" you wrote. Look at this world. It's full of messy state religion classics that it has evolved. Look, there is no trace of the state religion in today's mortal army with strong faith! You deserve to die, Luo Jia, you are fighting against the firm belief system established by your once-loyal self! And I have been governing them for nearly a thousand years with disgust!"

"For a thousand years, I seem to be dealing with the ashes of the Perfect City scattered throughout the galaxy. I am the only one! Holding a small broom, I will sweep forever."

Looking at the chattering servants below is a great torture for the "rational and scientific" Guilliman.

Lorgar suddenly felt an indescribable joy in his heart. Just the "wrong act" of believing in the pseudo-emperor period tortured poor Robert to the point of losing his mind, and he lost his greatest support and the greatest war. Traits.

He is not as calm as Angron.

Lorgar looked down at Guilliman, who was attacking crazily, with a pitiful look. The opponent's attacks continued all the time, and he pressed forward step by step. Lorgar judged that he would soon lose all his strength and fall to the ground, and he... ....Is it true that the Daemon Primarch has physical strength?

He originally wanted to use the incident in Kaos as a sarcastic comment, but now, he changed his mind.

While waving the battle flag, the Lord of the Word Bearers said: "I did make a lot of mistakes when I was young. Look at you, my stupid brother. I couldn't have imagined that you would have gray hair. Look. Come on, your proud thinking can't solve the small mistakes I made, it doesn't matter, I will help you, and the glory of chaos will come to the galaxy again!"

Lorgar began to counterattack. He always retreated to let Guilliman's violent attacks fail, waiting for the opportunity to use witchcraft to contain the movements of the original body. While the emperor's holy flame burned through his witchcraft, the battle flag could also hit Guiliman hard. On Man's body.

"We will expose the false emperor's lies and let the whole galaxy see his hypocrisy. The truth will come to the world. I will repair the mistakes and cleanse the wonderful world with the blood of the false emperor's slaves."

Just when the swollen pride in Lorgar's heart rose to an extreme, Alpharius suddenly stopped. The blow did not reach the expected position, causing Lorgar to appear in an awkward posture with an empty weapon.

The Loyal Primarch took this opportunity to suddenly change speed and slam into the Daemon Primarch. The difference in size between the two sides was so great that the blow looked like a moth flying into a flame.

The Emperor's Holy Sword was hidden behind him, and the Wings of Despair covered it. The front attack was carried out by the shoulder armor, and the shoulder hit Luojia's dantian with one blow.

"Give me back everything that my brothers and I have fought for!" The original body's roar was filled with sadness, and no one had ever heard the regent's voice with such a tone.

The flames of the Emperor's Holy Sword were extremely high. The original body ignored the squirming sound of flesh and blood on the left shoulder plate, and swung out a blow with his long right arm.

Lorgar was startled by this blow. Death had never been so close to him.

Several demons jumped out of the demon's breastplate, or in other words, several demons were expelled by Lorgar. They were wiped by the Emperor's Holy Sword like butter, and they disappeared into this world forever.

A huge force burst out from Lorgar's body. He prayed to the gods for an answer. Lorgar's strength surged by several points. Before the sword fell on his body, he bounced Guilliman away with the strength of his muscles.

Instead of making any move to assist the original body, the Word Bearers' Primarch Guards stayed where they were, either firing at the Custodes' Aquila Terminators, or setting up their swords to fight with the opponent, wanting to move in succession. nothing.

It was as if the one above was not their original body, and life and death had nothing to do with them.

The Custodian slaughtered his enemies as fast as he could, weaving through the pile of Terminators, tearing apart the blasphemous flesh and blood helmet with his divine claws that were far more agile than his enemies and unstoppable.

"Boom~~"

A loud noise behind him drew his attention back to the duel between the original bodies. The Imperial Guard saw the Regent being beaten into a pile of messy abandoned equipment, while Lorgar knelt on one knee, his body burning with sacred flames. Some of them gradually disappeared in the flow of rune light, but the flames on the shoulders became even more dazzling.

In an instant, the Imperial Guard raised their storm bolter and wanted to shoot at Lorgar, but the Prince Regent jumped out of the ruins and launched the Wings of Despair to bombard Lorgar indiscriminately.

The two Primarchs were so fast that the Custodes in their heavy Terminators were unable to target each other.

Gritting his teeth, the Forbidden Army turned around and rushed towards the Terminator Guards. Since the Warmaster, few strong men could run so fast wearing a cavalry variant, and even the precision-cast connecting shaft made an abnormal sound.

The small fight here did not affect the battle of the original body at all. The fire coverage of the Wings of Despair and Lorgar's prayer lines blew the entire battlefield to pieces.

Lorgar was a little depressed. The false emperor's blessing had offset to a certain extent the power given by his great warp master. "Guilliman's" unconscious movements exuded the power of the emperor's blessing.

Lorgar felt a little impatient. The subspace sacrifice had not been completed yet, and the movement was too slow. It should have been completed before the arrival of the imperial support fleet, and it should have been ambushed near Mandeville Point.

The two sides collided again, fighting for dozens of rounds in a row. The interior of the Three Holy Prayer was severely damaged, with almost no flat place to be found. Toxic gas was rampant in the cabin, and sparks burst out from the terminal of the broken machine. Light it up.

The long-corrupted logic engine was twitching like a spasm, and the defense facilities bombarded the soldiers indiscriminately. Sometimes they would directly bombard the vacancies, emptying the gun bays in a meaningless manner.

Lorgar waved the battle flag, and the black spikes at the tip of the flagpole scratched the Armor of Hope countless times. The Regent's battle armor had become mottled, but his battle helmet was still brand new.

"The subspace is a vast epic, stupid Robert. That vastness includes you and me."

Luojia's smile was full of confidence. Under the distortion of chaos, the corners of his mouth turned into a strange arc, "We use pain to control the sea of ​​souls, do you feel it? I am the one who controls the tide! The gray underworld will be broken in the reality Wash away this sinful land among the ruins of the curtain, you will be purified, and those little bits of mortal light cannot stop our great cause!"

As soon as Lorgar finished speaking, the Aquila Terminator completed his massacre, killing all the Primarch Guards present.

This was exactly what the Daemon Primarch wanted to see.

The battle flag is flying high, how come there are no soldiers following it?

Become my strength, my illustrious heirs, and merge into my body again, in the abyss of blood and darkness.

The devil's grin seemed to resound from all directions, and Guilliman felt a huge suction coming from him. This force pulled him in all directions, right in the devil's belly.

All the warp power transformed into sacrifices by the Primarch Guards was passed into Lorgar's banner.

The demonic primarch used all his strength to grab the flagpole, and suddenly exerted force on his waist to insert the flagpole deeply into the ground. When it came into contact with the alloy floor, the barrier of reality was directly pierced by the flagpole. It was rooted in subspace and stood tall in the ground. The place of reality.

The words of Saintly Les and the curses of the Terminator, Sons of Horus, were getting closer and closer, like silver needles piercing the head of the original body, and stone grinding discs pressing against the eardrums.

...

After a long time, Alpharius disappeared from the world, and in the flag, the blue man appeared on the Vengeful Spirit.

Luojia knelt down under the flag, clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest. The skin on his body bulged strangely, as if a maggot had sneaked between the skin and flesh, wriggling aimlessly.

The demon primarch began to pray towards the subspace, and a layer of light film was formed around it as the wind and clouds surged.

The Imperial Guard was shocked. He was fighting hard to kill the enemy, thinking of helping the Emperor's Chosen, but unexpectedly he fulfilled his opponent's wish. In anger, the power claw burst out with unprecedented luster.

Then......

The ground collapsed, and the place where the Word Bearers Primarch Guards died instantly collapsed, falling hundreds of meters in a row, and it was unknown how many floors they fell.

The entire room was isolated, like a solitary peak in the Tianshan Mountains, and the road was filled with heavy fog.

.......

Alpharius was spinning for a moment, and when his consciousness became clear again, he suddenly realized that the surrounding scene was completely different from the Three Holy Prayer, and the flame on the holy sword in his hand was actually extinguished.

His first reaction was that this was an illusion and I had fallen into the enemy's witchcraft.

"Horus!" The distant roar was deafening.

Alpharius got chills.

How long had it been since he heard these familiar words? Ten thousand years, he fought in the subspace for ten thousand years, and walked disguised as Guilliman for nine hundred years.

I have been looking for a brother for so many years, come here!

Alpharius told himself that everything here was fake, that Lorgar was mocking him, and that he should destroy it completely.

The Primarch raised his sword forward, and a whirlwind blew on the bridge.

The Vengeful Spirit is the flagship of the Sixteenth Legion. Its complex internal structure has caused huge trouble for the intruders, and now, someone else is in trouble.

Alpharius jumped nimbly and caught a glimpse of some dark shadows in his peripheral vision.

?

Son of Horus.

With one kick, Gastlin's Terminator helmet was kicked open, and red and white things splashed all over the original body.

Then.....he saw a tint of fine gold.

You're wearing a fine gold armor, I'll kick you to death.

Alpharius stepped lightly on the head of another Gastlin veteran. This step crushed his tactical helmet and crushed his head into his chest. With the sudden force of this step, Alpharius's body jumped up high.

.....

A flying kick knocked Roger Dorn to the ground.

Dorne is numb, and so is Alpharius.

Dorn was numb, and Alpharius was numb.

It's so hard.

Roger Dorn rolled around on the ground before standing up. He looked up angrily, but he never expected to see the man who could never appear here.

"Robert, you're here, support has arrived?"

Faced with Dorn's doubts, Alpharius's reaction was...

I'll beat you to death. What kind of demonic illusion is there? Seeing that my holy sword is out of fire, all kinds of monsters and monsters dare to pretend to be gods and ghosts?

The Emperor's holy sword struck down instantly with cold light. Dorn took a deep breath and swung the heavy Stormfang (a very heavy chain sword of the original body) to block the attack.

"I never thought you would betray us, Robert."

The head-on blow shocked Alpharius, and then he fell into doubts. The power that the other party burst out exceeded that of a normal demon, indeed reaching the level of the original body, but then he strengthened his belief.

He didn't see what he should have seen in the other person's expression.

The relationship between Guilliman and Dorne is good...and very dull. Both admire and trust each other very much, but neither of them knows that the other trusts them more than they imagined.

"Devil, you dare to pretend to be my brother!" Alpharius yelled.

He once doubted for a moment: Is this the real final battlefield? But immediately, he strengthened his belief.

Regardless, the game is decided.

He violently attacked Dorne, and the attack was extremely fierce, and Dorne responded to Alpharius with the same words, "Devil, how dare you pretend to be my brother!"

"Robert's fight is anything but that, he's not that strong."

......

For a moment, Alpharius was really in a trance.

Dorn seized the opportunity. He kept calm at all times and hit the Emperor's Holy Sword with a heavy blow. Alpharius held the sword with one hand and was unable to parry. The Storm Fang pressed the Holy Sword and directly hit the Hope. On the armor.

The chain saw kept cutting on the Emperor's Holy Sword. If it weren't for the strength of the Holy Sword, the chain sword would have cut through the front armor of the Armor of Hope at this moment.

Dorn's charge didn't stop, pushing him all the way to the wall behind.

This is what Alpharius wanted to see, and he even deliberately guided him. He tapped the floor several times before making Dorn assume this posture. He held swords in both hands to increase the suppression force, and the bolt gun was hung on his thigh. .

The Voice of Terra (Dorn's bolter was given by the Custodes) was kicked deftly by Alpharius in his "falling" position and flew up.

When Rogal Dorn sensed that something was wrong, Alpharius had already grasped the powerful bolter. His posture at this moment was a classic guard posture with bulging shoulders, because he thought that the opponent's empty fist would smash it. To his head.

Dorn was forced to have no choice but to aim at Guilliman's head.

"哐~~"

Both primarchs were dizzy. Dorn used offense instead of defense, and hit Alpharius firmly on the chin with a headbutt. The location of the bolt attack was now the high bulge on the back of the neck. "Skyhawk decoration on the upper part of the power backpack".

The fragments of the bomb penetrated Dorn's scalp. To the Primarch, this was not even a wound.

Alpharius pulled the trigger again, and at the same time, he lost his balance.

Dorn lifted him up with brute strength, trying to solve the current predicament with a one-arm over-the-shoulder throw.

The world spins, Alpharius likes it, he is good at it.

In a seemingly unbalanced state, he kicked Dorn's legs violently, and the Terran Voice bolter fired randomly. It was just his cover. The Emperor's Holy Sword had been transformed into a backhand grip in the air, and many people were inserted into the chaos. En's adamantine armor.

Without the Emperor's Flame, it was just an ordinary blade, unable to penetrate the adamantine armor that the Emperor himself forged for Dorne (when the Emperor appointed Dorne to be responsible for the defense of Terra).

But Dorn didn't know about this, so he wouldn't believe that the other party would use such a crotch-stretching weapon to sneak attack him.

Consciously dodging and applying force allowed Alpharius to take the lead, knocking the opponent to the ground instead.

Dorn hit the ground in a strange posture and did not suffer much damage, but his limbs and the Storm Fang seemed to be knotted, and it took more time to get up.

Alpharius rolled on the ground several times in a row. He looked very embarrassed, but in fact he stood up quickly and stabbed Dorn with his sword.

At this moment, the Chaos Wizard appeared out of nowhere and used control-type psychic powers. It seemed as if a big hand was holding the original body in the air.

He didn't get used to Dorn either, so he fired a black flame at the adamantine armor.

In just this wave, he was able to brag from 30K to 42K.

.....

Half an hour later, Alpharius stood on a broken steel beam and looked down. During the battle with the enemy's wizard reinforcements and the Sons of Horus, the entire room collapsed. He had wings of despair. Maintaining his flying posture, Dorn fell below in a burst of smoke and a stream of explosives from the Voice of Terra, and disappeared.

Alpharius sensed it for another moment, but couldn't find the other person, and then carefully threw away the Voice of Terra. Everything here was untrustworthy, especially the weapons. What if he turned into a demon and bit him back at the critical moment?

He turned and walked away, feeling that the rumble in the distance was about to tear the battleship apart.

While flying rapidly, he saw another interesting thing.

Wow ~ big golden guy.

Rush over and have a fight. If he calls me Alpharius, I will fight with him. If he calls me Guilliman, I will fuck him to death.

Then if you call me Guilliman, it's definitely not true. If you hold on until you die, you'll be a big devil. There's nothing I dare to do.

Alpharius quickly flew towards the opponent and kicked him forward.

Golden light burst out instantly, and the original body was knocked away dozens of meters away. Its wings were broken, and the lightning flashed continuously at the broken place.

The golden figure didn't say a word, ignored Alpharius at all, and continued rushing towards the depths of the Vengeful Spirit.

My great, never-fallen, ever-standing regent of the human empire was beaten until he was dizzy, but he became even more excited. Damn, I'm not dead. You are indeed a fake.

He shouted: "My sword is cold, please lend me some fire!"

The Wings of Despair spread a piece of fallen feathers in the passage, and the constant overload flight gradually made it bare.

(Kaul: Don’t look at me, didn’t I say that? Anti-gravity aircraft, feathers are deceptive cover)

Alpharius jumped towards the opponent again, and the golden giant finally turned back, with an angry, serious, and frightening expression that he had never seen before.

His psychic energy was like the majestic Alps, the air around him was completely frozen, and the Primarch felt like he was struggling forward in a wall of cement.

He was knocked out again and fell heavily to the ground.

The Vengeful Spirit became strange and unpredictable as it was soaked in the energy of the warp. The place where the original body fell was extremely hard, as if it had hit the door of eternity.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the surrounding environment made Alpharius feel a little familiar.

Ah, I seem to have seen that illustration in some ancient book.

The records in the classics slowly flowed into his consciousness.

'Rogal Dorn was stubbornly blocked and failed to arrive on the battlefield in time...'

'The Emperor failed to reach the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit at the first moment of jumping gangs. By the time he arrived, Sanguinius was lying in a pool of blood. ’

......

One memory after another hit Alpharius.

I don't know how many years ago, the books I read when I sneaked into the library of the National Church were like a nightmare that I couldn't get rid of. No matter how the original body changed my mind, the information was still emerging from the depths of my memory.

Is this true?

......

"Sink, sink," Luo Jia kept whispering, the corners of his mouth rising strangely.

Get lost in the fantasy.

Doubt is exploration, exploration is sinking, and sinking is death.

My foolish brother, I can make you kill yourself in front of me.

......

dong dong dong~

Jiajia, open the door! I am Crow Crow.

Luojia:?

Blood Crow's alert eyes instantly passed through the chaotic fog and looked at the flagpole in Luojia's hand.

Behind him, one of the wolf brothers fell under the siege of the Word Bearers, and the other tried to free an arm, but stubbornly refused to wear a helmet.

"My fangs are another arm," he said.

The Rune Priests used a fierce blizzard and began to invade the land of mist. They stood on the edge of the passage, with the depth below them bottomless, as if they would fall completely into the subspace if they lost their footing.

Angel Devin knelt on one knee, and the spiritual energy rising from his body became more and more terrifying as time went by.

Right in front of him, he was holding the book that recorded the demonic secrets of the Gray Knights on his chest, with a storm surging in his eyes.

"O Emperor, guide me!"