The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Sotha Nul Alekseyev."

When the golden giant surrounded by countless runes spoke, the ripples echoing in the air were like the resonance of a thousand bronze bells, each word scorching the air. Aila Ashbel and Canali couldn't even look directly at this being, or rather, no one present except Sotha Nul and the Custodian Guard could look at him.

The Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion, Lorgar Aurelian.

"That thing actually came..."

Canali's voice trembled slightly. The power of the Daemon Primarch felt like a huge obelisk pressing on her heart. She even saw countless demons surrounding him, singing, dancing, and praising...

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"So blasphemous, so terrifying..."

Aila Ashbel fearfully hugged her shoulders, blood tears streaming from the corners of her eyes again. Although she didn't go blind again, her forehead throbbed with pain, a warning that her mind was under immense pressure.

"So, you want to save him?"

Lorgar glanced down at Kor Phaeron, who was trying to leave by dragging his legs on the ground, and then smiled:

"Mainly, I want to talk to you."

"Talk? What's there to talk about."

Sotha Nul kicked out suddenly, and the warhammer in Lorgar's hand was kicked away directly, whistling towards Kor Phaeron like a fired cannonball.

"Urizen!!!"

Kor Phaeron screamed. In the half-second before the warhammer landed on him, a large hand tightly grasped the hammer handle, stopping the warhammer less than two inches from his head.

"Of course, we have a lot to talk about, such as my brothers, my father, and... your future."

"Sounds like you know a lot? Since you know so much, there's even less need to talk."

Sotha Nul swept over like a violent hurricane, his large hand grabbing towards the screaming Kor Phaeron, but the warhammer humming with death curses slammed over, dragging a trail of evil power.

Bang!

In the violent clash of metal, Sotha Nul punched away Lorgar's weapon, and then there was another loud noise.

Countless runes burst like stars, but then extinguished in an instant, and then burst again.

"Ugh"

Lorgar staggered back. He looked down and stroked the cracks on his armor, then looked at the other party, his face still wearing that gentle expression.

"Does this power make you proud?"

The Master of the Word even smiled, albeit with a hint of mockery.

"Lenders always indulge and splurge after borrowing, but they never realize what they have to face."

"Proud?"

Sotha Nul twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, and focused his attention on the Daemon Primarch, letting Kor Phaeron be dragged away by several people.

"No, you're wrong, and you overestimate yourself. Even if I kill you, I won't feel any pride. Do you know why?"

The smile on Lorgar's face disappeared. He guessed what the other party was going to say.

"You're too weak."

"Mockery doesn't make me angry. I came with a mission, Sotha Nul. Your only chance is to embrace the eternal will of Chaos. There might be a seat for you on the Immortal Throne. Everyone is using you, only the gods will tell you the truth, or are you willing to become a puppet of a dead god?"

"Chaos? Gods?"

Sotha Nul sneered.

"Last time, a bastard who claimed to be the incarnation of Chaos was crushed by me like an insect. Since you say so too, then let them give you some power to beat me first."

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward, punching Lorgar in the face, and making a booming sound like a bronze bell at the moment of impact. Lorgar tilted his head back, but didn't wait to be beaten again. The warhammer automatically flew back into his hand and then swung a semicircle, slamming forward. Hundreds of the most deadly curses converged on the spiked hammerhead, making a howl that tore reality and the Warp.

However, this world-destroying blow was directly swatted away by the other party like swatting a fly, and then the other party's hand pressed down on the back of his head, dragging him forward with force, while his knee slammed upwards.

"See clearly! This is! The difference! In strength!"

"Ugh!"

The moment Sotha Nul's knee collided with Lorgar's face, the entire ark echoed with an explosion, countless runes burst and scattered, and turned into red lightning and black psychic fire rings that suddenly gathered.

Lorgar, who spat golden blood from his mouth and nose, gritted his teeth and swung his arm forward. The warhammer mixed with ten thousand wails drew an arc from top to bottom, but was still easily blocked by Sotha Nul's hand. In an instant, the entire dome of the Seer was blasted by the huge energy, and the force was enough to overturn a mountain.

The huge vibration affected the entire ark world, shaking from one pillar to another, cracking the spirit bones and causing the decayed garden to burn. This huge power not only made the Word Bearers unable to stand, but also caused a shock that expanded from the deepest part of the soul for the Eldar present.

"Sotha Nul, my father rejected the throne that truly belonged to him, but you can create your own greatness... You don't understand what Chaos expects of you."

When Sotha Nul grabbed his weapon, Lorgar was not in a hurry to break free, but slowly and deeply continued his "sermon."

"You've already felt it, haven't you? They're all using you, your doubts and anger are growing day by day, I can understand you, I can understand you better than anyone, because I was also deceived, used, and fooled..."

Sotha Nul looked at that golden face, suddenly smiled, slightly loosened his hand holding the other party's weapon, and then brought his face closer to the other party.

"Then tell me, what's your relationship with Xerxes?"

Lorgar was stunned for a moment, and then replied.

"My brother and I... didn't have much contact, we were too far apart at the time."

"Is that so, then did you say these words to Horus too?"

"Hmm?"

Lorgar noticed something, but it was too late. Sotha Nul suddenly snatched his weapon, and then waved it upwards with force. The warhammer slammed heavily on Lorgar's chin, sending his entire body flying out.

Before he landed, his weapon flew over and smashed into his chest.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to dim.

Subsequently, a pillar of light broke through the membrane of the ark world, forming the shape of an eight-pointed star in the void.

"Ah, this is!"

Aila Ashbel could no longer look directly at the battlefield, because the scene that appeared seemed to become a real physical impact. Even her tempered mind, with just a glance, felt the whole world spinning again and again, as if being blown around like a leaf swept away by the wind.

The only thing she remembered was a golden giant, or rather a golden monster, covered in armor formed by scriptures, with all the traces that the power of Chaos destruction could show on its body. No, or rather, he was the embodiment of the power of Chaos, the horns growing on his forehead were woven into a bizarre crown, below was a non-human face that was both godlike and demonic, his eyes were like two Warp rifts, darkness clung tightly around him, like a huge amorphous cloak, shimmering and translucent demonic entities hovered around him, praying madly, like devout believers.