The hand of fate.
Erebus once boasted of himself.
As the chief priest of the Word Bearers, he came from the home planet of Lorgar, the Primarch of the Seventeenth Legion, Colchis.
This term also comes from the ancient belief of Colchis, which means "person who is paid attention to by God".
Yes, although Lorgar burned all this ancient faith when he conquered Colchis and wrote the "Sacred Book" about the Lord of Mankind during the Great Crusade, Erebus is A true believer in the ancient faith of Colchis.
This ancient, strange, and omnipotent strange faith has paved the way for Erebus with the blood of countless loyalists.
His vision seemed to penetrate the curtain of fate and see the dark future filled with destruction.
His dark mind conceals countless conspiracies and contains the collapse of the entire human empire.
Until Erebus followed the Blood Lord's distant prophecy and returned to the Perfect City.
He saw the majestic figure favored by the Throne of Blood.
I saw... the hand of fate that ended my destiny.
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Buzz——
The decomposition stance shoots out shining electric light at will on the huge power fist, and the buzzing high-power noise symbolizes its danger.
Even the dazzling sunlight was covered up by it.
At this moment, everyone's pupils tightened.
"Tell me, Word Bearer."
The faint blue light reflected the extremely cold face of the stalwart Primarch, and the clicking sound of her clenched fists symbolized her attitude.
"Tell me again, what prophecy brought you here?"
Like the bloody aura of a terrifying behemoth bursting out from Elaine's body, the remnants of war crawling out of the sea of blood and corpses in the realm of Khorne still seemed to linger around her, even making the surrounding mortal believers tremble in fear. Kneel down.
For the four-meter-tall Primarch, the Astartes, who were incomparably taller than ordinary people, seemed extremely small at this moment.
Even Erebus could barely restrain the desire to tremble and kneel down.
And the increasingly clenched power fist made Erebus extremely panicked.
At this moment, the chief priest with a dirty heart did not even have the courage to question the Lord of the Twelfth Legion in front of him.
"That, that...that, sir...what are you..."
"I...I was just nearby...and learned the news that you were coming here..."
Erebus stumbled and tried to explain, his eyes never leaving the Primarch's power fist in front of him, which was covered with broken battle scars but still shone with the light of death.
Even his body unknowingly took a trembling step back. Although he wanted to turn around and run away at this moment - the Primarch exuding a terrifying aura would never allow him to leave, and together with the words in his brain just now, All the poor plans constructed in China turned into blanks in the face of this fear of death.
Elaine's eyes remained cold, but her fists clenched tighter.
In an instant, unspeakable coldness filled Erebus's back, and a sign of death almost appeared before his eyes - flesh and blood collapsed, bones torn apart, and even his own soul was meaningless...
Cold sweat kept falling from Erebus' bald head covered with scriptures. He looked up at the Primarch in front of him, his brain running at high speed trying to find the answer.
The Primarch from Nuceria seemed to dote on her offspring...
"Ah, ah... ah! Yes, it's the Twelfth Legion... It's the Twelfth Legion that informed you in advance that you are coming to the Perfect City... So I came in advance... to pick up... to pick up... to pick you up!"
As if he had thought of something, a hint of happiness appeared on Erebus' cunning face, and his face engraved with scriptures was squeezed into a twisted pattern by his funny and flattering smile.
Extremely ugly.
"I see."
As if convinced by Erebus's words, the indigo electric light of the power fist slowly dissipated.
Seeing this scene in front of him, the chief priest secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and countless twisted and dirty schemes emerged in his mind again.
He swore that the humiliation he received today would be repaid a hundred times or a thousand times from the Lord of the Twelfth Legion.
However, before Erebus could completely relax, Elaine's cold voice sounded again.
"But, I didn't sense my legion at all."
"You're lying, Word Bearer."
In Erebus' disbelieving gaze, the giant hand of the Primarch covered his entire field of vision.
The chief priest was forcibly mentioned by Elaine: the steel gauntlet squeezed Erebas's runic skin until it was twisted and deformed, and the irresistible force also squeezed his hard skull until it was almost broken, and there was still a gap in the gap. The bloody smell and hot red sand of Khorne's domain remained, and the clicking disintegration stance slowly started amidst Erebus's frightened struggle.
"I have heard about Lorgar's city for a long time... The world he controls is indeed extremely peaceful. I can even sense the purity in everyone's heart."
The irresistible giant hand was holding the electric arc that cracked the position, and it was slowly tightened in Elaine's cold voice.
"And you...Word Bearer, the malice and darkness in your heart are like a smear of filth on a white paper."
"Absolutely remarkable."
Flesh is splitting and despair is spreading.
The electric arc that cracked the stance was tearing open Erebus's face as the Primarch tightened his grip inch by inch, and the head priest's gripped part was even pressed out five times by the Primarch's huge force. A bloody hole, shattered cheekbones and disbelieving pupils were extremely obvious under the blue light.
Severe pain, endless pain.
Apart from the Primarch's indifferent explanation, Erebus only felt unspeakable pain and despair.
"No, no... no!! How is it possible... How is this possible? This must be a misunderstanding!"
"You can't kill me...I am the Chief Chaplain of the Seventeenth Legion!!"
The hysterical roar symbolizes the madness of the chief priest, who cannot believe that his life as the hand of fate will end at this moment.
"There was no misunderstanding."
"It's just that...you are not worthy enough."
The comical sight of her snatching up the Astartes like a chicken, even though she had only one arm at the time - but no one could doubt the terrifying power within the Primarch.
"...No, no! No-! Get out of my mind...get out of my mind!!"
Erebus tried to struggle frantically, but all he got was the despair of his disintegrating stance, which eroded away his flesh and bones inch by inch, and the panic that the dirty soul deep in his heart was being arbitrarily inspected and probed by the other party.
Needless to say, all his thoughts and past were unearthed by the Primarch in some incomprehensible way.
From the time he took the name of 'Erebus' to the time when the Lord of Humanity came...
And the fanatical belief in the four gods in the stars...
In the gaps between the five giant fingers, Erebus could barely see Elaine's gilded eyes filled with disgust and hatred.
At this moment, the surrounding mortals were already trembling and kowtowing, whispering and singing the verses of the Book of Holy Words composed by the Lord of the Seventeenth Legion.
In their eyes, this conversation between angels and gods was far beyond imagination.
Since the descendants of gods want to judge angels, how can mortals try to understand the truth?
In fact, Elaine doesn't care what they think.
The taint of filth and chaos on the chief priest in front of him was already too obvious, and this extremely filthy man named 'Erebus' also muddied the strings of fate under the gaze of the four gods.
As long as he still exists in the world, the scent of chaos will always linger around the Seventeenth Legion.
No matter what, it was impossible for him to leave alive.
The same goes for Kor Phalun.
As for Lorgar... I believe that the emperor of humanity will give him a reasonable explanation for his common father with this brother.
Although Elaine doesn’t understand why the subspace storm caused by the Blood God throws her here, maybe it’s the layout of time, or maybe it’s the common will of the distant golden sun and Him——
But there is no time to think so much.
Elaine looked indifferently at the crazily struggling chief priest in front of him.
She knew that the future chaos and chaos would never end with the death of Erebus.
There must be more chaos to come, and there must be more unknown dangers.
Elaine sensed that several teams of Word Bearers were gathering towards the increasingly turbulent crowd here, and her power fists were still flashing with arcs that cracked the stance.
Time is running out.
——[Don’t be afraid of the wind and waves of the unknown route, because we have already traveled on it. 】
Suddenly, the soft murmur of the old boatman came slowly from the stars.
It was as if he was watching all this all the time.
【…yes. 】
All the thoughts in the original gene's heart disappeared at this moment.
The real enemy is not a chaotic chess game.
Time is the real enemy.
And now is an excellent time to eradicate the source of the chaos.
Not to be missed easily.
"It's not that I invaded your soul... but that your soul is too dirty. Even the hearts of space pirates are extremely pure compared to you."
The thick and cold power fist kept clenching, exerting huge pressure on Erebus's face inch by inch - so much so that his skull was constantly twisting and deforming under this terrifying force. However, the powerful Primarch The power control did not cause him to die immediately.
"My appearance...is the aftermath of a war that should not be known."
"Obviously, you know something you shouldn't know."
The increasingly cold words gradually became ethereal, even lingering in the ears of every mortal in the square.
Although no one understood it, the Primarch's sentence against the Astartes was now undeniably miraculous.
[Erebus. 】
[The dirty heretic believer lurking in the 17th Legion...a traitor who was named the chief priest, but secretly planned to betray the empire. 】
The cold voice under the resonance of the soul became clearer and clearer, until everyone in the entire perfect city heard the sentence from the Primarch.
Even the groups of Word Bearers Astartes who had just arrived were stunned.
They watched as the head of the Chief Priest was held by the one-armed Primarch, and dirty blood was constantly flowing out of the shining power fist.
When this group of Word Bearers was about to pass through the crowd, the endless scenes conveyed by telepathic resonance stopped their steps for an instant.
That's everything about [Erebus].
Birth, growth, adulthood, his thoughts and ideas, his tricks and dirty beliefs...
[Perhaps you are glad that the darkness in your heart has never been discovered by others, but the empire will never tolerate any flames of rebellion. 】
[Now, this flame has been known to your battle brothers. 】
[Even my brother and his legion will probably not tolerate your existence. 】
[For a filthy faith like yours... death is not a pity. 】
At this time, Erebus was struggling almost madly. He simply did not understand why the prophecy of the Blood Throne would bring him death.
"No, no...!! I'm not a traitor...I'm not...!!"
"You cannot judge me. You are only the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion. You are not qualified to judge the chief priest of the Seventeenth Legion!"
The wild and hysterical roar symbolized the chief pastor's final pride.
Yes, he is clearly destined to be the hand of fate, and will soon become a noble existence that brings endless chaos to the galaxy. Even the four gods will not ignore his life and death, because the hand of fate is Its role and value are unparalleled to them - unlike that false human emperor, this ancient and powerful faith will never betray itself, and the Seventeenth Legion and its own battle brothers will also inevitably Together with the hand of fate, Erebus, I will accept humanity’s new destiny——
boom!
Bang bang bang! !
The smoke from explosive bombs tore through the silence of the square.
Erebus's pupils suddenly tightened.
Several bolt gun wounds appeared on his body, and dripping blood continued to seep between the trembling power armor.
Several groups of Word Bearers lowered their muzzles in silence, the smoke still rising from the air.
As guardians of the Imperium of Man, these Astartes have no right to interfere in this trial of traitors.
But as the Space Marines of the Seventeenth Legion, their stance is clear enough.
The death of a traitor is not a pity.
Even if that’s a lead pastor.
[If my brother entrusts a scum like you with a heavy responsibility. 】
[Then...his slow progress in the Great Expedition may be explained. 】
There was no emotion in Elaine's voice, just like the cold winter in the Nuceria mountains.
"No, no, you can't-!!!!"
Click.
The buzzing disintegrating stance overshadowed Erebas's hysterical wails of pain. The clear sound of tearing bones and flesh echoed in the slowly clenched giant palm. Sticky and dirty blood slowly flowed out of it. The disintegrating stance The faint blue light evaporated it in the next moment, and you could faintly see between the fingers that it was already extremely ferocious, twisted and deformed, with an almost inhuman face, and the bloodshot eyeballs were hardened by this terrifying force. The dirty dough engraved with blasphemous runes was squeezed out and mixed into a meaningless mass of sticky flesh.
boom--!
Until the heavy power fist was clenched tightly, and Erebus's head was completely crushed.
The dripping blood and brain tissue instantly exploded like pulp, and mixed into thick and filthy filth slowly flowing down the headless corpse of the former chief priest.
Like he was born dirty.
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