Chapter 963: Searching for Luo Jia

There is no sunrise or sunset here, so Lin Fan can only understand time through Leman Russ. After repelling a wave of demons, he would stare at the flower on Magnus' body, watching it swing its head slowly and quickly. Sometimes the flower would suddenly turn back and point back to the direction they just came from. But no one thought there was anything abnormal, after all, it was too short-sighted to use vision to judge position and direction in the subspace.

The 50-year wandering soon came to an end, and the surroundings were still a chaotic and crazy scene. Magnus' body was completely covered with bones and many ornaments taken from the demons. At first he fought fiercely, but later he chose to close his eyes and rest, like a statue, no longer paying attention to Leman Russ and Lin Fan.

Isa regarded this action as a short walk. She sat sideways on Magnus, her feet dipped into the soul tide that looked like water and clouds, and hummed a song in a low voice to mourn her dead children.

Through the Hour of the Wolf, Leman Russ discovered that they had been wandering in the Warp for more than 50 years. Just as Lin Fan was about to give up and take them back to Cadia, the flower that had been guiding them gradually withered. Isa said that this was proof that a Primarch had been found.

Lin Fan frowned, he felt that it was a bit too coincidental. Why didn't he find it earlier or later, but when he wanted to return to Cadia, he found it?

This must have something to do with the two old shady guys, Tzeentch and the Deceiver.

Lin Fan looked at the withered flowers and considered whether he should go to Cadia or bring Corax back.

"Isa, can you feel the situation in Cadia?" Lin Fan turned around and asked Isa. There were many branches of life trees used for colonization in the expeditionary ships, and Isa could use these branches to release her attention.

Isa closed her eyes and felt the call of the branches of life trees to her. She catalyzed a branch, and the branch she pulled out was deeply embedded in the deck of the Hope battleship, and then she used it to sense the situation on the battlefield in Cadia.

The Black Legion was defeated by the expeditionary fleet. They could only follow the example of the Imperial Fleet and hide around the Blackstone Fortress to preserve their strength.

The expeditionary fleet did not launch a full-scale attack on the Black Legion, apparently to avoid unnecessary casualties.

"Everything is fine in Cadia." Isa answered with her eyes open.

"Ah." Lin Fan sighed, "Well, let's move faster and act according to the plan we discussed before."

Among all the sons of the Emperor, Lorgar is the closest to the Emperor in terms of appearance and image. Lorgar once regarded this feature as a kind of divine grace and treated his face and body with piety and awe. But later, when Lorgar tore off the Emperor's mask full of lies and cowardice, he hated his similarities with the Emperor and tried his best to find ways to make himself look brand new.

Lorgar is now a huge demon. His scarlet armor is somewhat disturbing and is covered with demonic runes with profound blasphemous meanings. Even the earliest old Word Bearers who followed Lorgar cannot look directly at this knowledge. Their eyes will be burned blind and their brains will be roasted in just a few seconds.

Lorgar's head is held up by the armor. He is not wearing a helmet. Countless hot lights shoot upward from his neck, which casts an unsettling shadow on his face, making him look even more hideous and terrifying.

The armor covering his abdomen has a huge eight-pointed star that symbolizes the essence of chaos and disorder. The materials used to cast this eight-pointed star are various holy vessels donated by the Word Bearers when they captured the religious world of the empire. These holy objects that were once worshiped by countless people have now become the best medium for Lorgar to blaspheme their beliefs.

Lorgar is now in his church, where statues of the four gods are erected, and the broken statues of the emperor are used as the foundation for these statues. Lorgar preached to the Word Bearers who followed him under the cover of the four gods' statues and witnessed with his own eyes the process of his warriors being perfectly integrated with the demons.

Among the many Chaos Legions, the Enchanted Warriors are very powerful. But few Chaos Lords can refine the process of enchantment to the level of the Word Bearers. Ordinary Enchanted Warriors need to fight the demons in their bodies all the time to avoid being swallowed and becoming real demons. But the Enchanted Warriors created by the Word Bearers have formed a clever symbiotic relationship, achieving a balance between the power of Space Marines and demons.

This also makes the Enchanted Warriors of the Word Bearers more controllable and can become a powerful force that obeys command.

Lorgar stood on the high Gospel Platform, where the skulls of many fanatics were inlaid, and they could recite the great immortality of the Chaos Gods continuously when Lorgar kept silent. He was in a good mood now. The ancient witchcraft found in the depths of Sicarus successfully sealed the Crow Storm that had tortured him for a long time. Now he can finally do his own thing with peace of mind.

Abaddon should be attacking Cadia at this time, right?

Lorgar remembered this captain of Horus's company. He still had some good feelings for Abaddon. After all, Abaddon, like him, did not believe in a single Chaos God but believed in the power of Chaos Unification.

Lorgar even chatted with Abaddon's messenger and made some changes to his battle plan.

I really don't know what's going on with him.

Lorgar's mouth curled up in pleasure. Any action that could strike a blow to his father's corrupt legacy would make him happy.

Tsk.

Thinking about it, Lorgar felt unhappy.

He knew that the current empire was full of the belief of worshipping the Emperor, and the theories in it reminded him of the Holy Words he wrote for the Emperor during the Great Crusade. It was a work that brought shame to himself and the Legion, and made his father completely disappointed in him.

But who would have thought that this abandoned idea would become the last hope for the empire to survive? Lorgar curled his lips in disdain, and a very complicated emotion grew in his heart, and he could not describe this feeling clearly.

Runes rose, demons screamed, and the Word Bearers recited scriptures. These sounds were trapped by the dome and kept echoing in this church, forming a mysterious and grand sound wave.

Under Lorgar's expectant eyes, the Word Bearers in the center of the formation slowly walked out under the baptism of fire and thunder. Some Word Bearers successfully obtained the power of demons. They could transform their bodies into the form of demons, with sharp and deadly claws and eyes that far exceeded the performance of any observation instrument.

But there were also failed Word Bearers, who became boiling gravy flowing on the ground.