Chapter 324, Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, appears
Chapter 324, Lorgar, the original body of the Word Bearers, appears (second update!)
Author: Emperor of Han Dynasty
Chapter 324, Lorgar, the original body of the Word Bearers, appears (second update!)
"In God's name, He will purify all uncleanness!"
"We can't afford to make mistakes. As lost mortals, if we keep our purity, he can do that. We can't afford to make mistakes. We really can't afford to make mistakes!"
The tall, broad-shouldered bishop with a holy face walked holyly into the battlefield in the lingering snowstorm. His pure red robes were rimmed with gold, his gentle and kind face was firm, and his steps made the soldiers look puzzled.
Is that human who looks like a priest an enemy?
But why does he look so holy and handsome? So... like an extremist priest of Lathander, the God of Dawn?
Seeing him crying over the bloodshed on the battlefield, many people remembered a sentence.
"My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous."
However, the figure of the tall bishop did not stop at all. He floated past the adventurer at the front, like a moving piece of pure red marble, without encountering any obstacles.
Because all the adventurers who stood in his way exploded on the spot and were shattered into pieces.
"Boom!"
Scarlet blood flowed on the snow-red surface of the marble, and the filthy flesh exploded one after another. All the adventurers approaching the bishop could not accept that he was in "sacred knowledge" and blew themselves up on the spot.
"God, God, please save these lost mortals."
Seeing those heretics dying in front of him, the bishop couldn't stop crying. He cried bitterly with snot flowing out one after another: "Come, pray to God with him~"
"Repent to God and worship God. God will bless them all."
The Bishop's body was moving sideways on the ground, and he swept past a Purple Dragon Knight in an instant. The heavy book in his legs was released, and two bright red lights swept over the Purple Dragon Knight's body and cut through the air.
The bishop's movements did not stop at all. He continued to move forward, leaving behind many adventurers standing on the ground on both sides of the road.
thump.
Along the way, the perfectly cut bodies of a dozen adventurers and a Purple Dragon Knight slowly left. The blood dyed the snow on the ground red. The bishop kept walking and rushed straight to the survey chariot: "Here we go."
Sinner on the rough road, do I need to hear a piece of God’s gospel?”
In the snowstorm, hundreds of people fell in front of the bishop, with no body intact.
To answer his question, the survey chariot came towards him. Pulled by the eight Tzeentch flying sharks, the scimitar rollers on both sides of the survey chariot cut through the blizzard from the air, and a row of emblems followed the bishop.
The people's heads were chopped into pieces, and the figure of Viscount Aaron of the Moonfall Collar jumped out of the car window. The Dark Moon Sword was full of Suellen's divine power. The cut moon blades spread out in pieces like gracefully flying butterflies, cutting off the bishop's arms.
All movement routes.
At that moment, the sight of the battlefield was completely attracted by the two figures. The morale that had been hit by the bishop was revived. The soldiers were full of hope and looked at Aaron, who had misunderstood the bishop.
"Who am I?" Aaron stepped out of the sky survey chariot. He signaled Eleanor and Nestia, but the enemy at the other end - the Druid Holy Land Army was already at war with the rear army.
The great dragon Egil, who has restored his dragon body, is fighting the legendary druid Daba-Thorn. On the ground, a gray-haired red-bellied kobold wearing a red scarf is holding an invisible weapon with his legs.
Every time the sword fell, it splashed snow and blood.
"He is not the messenger of God, Mozgov." The bishop closed the book and shook his head with compassion: "Retract your legs, sir, I have lost too deeply on the path of heresy."
"Word Bearers, Dark Apostle, don't think he can't recognize me." Aaron took the Dark Moon Sword and aimed it at Mozgov's face. He was full of hatred: "Where is Lorgar? Lorgar-O
Rilian!”
The bishop's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he could no longer control the gentle and kind expression on his face. His veins popped out nervously, like a crazy bull, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly, and his appearance changed.
Polite humans turned into bloodthirsty and violent beasts.
"Who? Who allows me to call the East of the God's Leg Pavilion by his first name?!"
"I mean Lord Luojia? That heretic of mine!!!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
I will spend my whole life trying to make up for that sin, and please be sure to ask for forgiveness!"
Hearing the name of Lorgar, the original body of the Word Bearers, from the Bishop's mouth made Aaron's expression solemn.
Sure enough, as his influence on the kingdom became deeper and deeper, the spread of the Four Gods of Chaos became wider and wider, and the dirty things from the 40K universe began to appear in the kingdom.
Lorgar! Lorgar-Aurelion, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, the Primarch of the Ascendant, the good son of the Emperor, the good leader of the Word Bearers, the good adopted son of Erebus, the great good man of the human empire, the spread of the gospel
Or, the Imperial Regent Guilliman dreamed of asking for a kiss.
Among all the twenty-one Imperial Primarchs, some have eccentric personalities, some are overly enthusiastic, some are perverse, some are aboveboard, some are pretentious, and some are even violent and murderous.
But no Primarch is as special as Lorgar.
"I actually dare to call the East of the God's Leg Pavilion by his name, that heretic of mine!"
A crazy roar came.
The figures of the Hui people flew from the ground, and each of their heads was covered with a strange ring of runes. Those Hui people with magical power once made Aaron very curious.
When he saw them with his own eyes, Aaron felt only disappointed.
Chaos corruption spread from the Word Bearers Primarch Lorgar to Bishop Mozgov, and then from the Bishop to those Hui people. They no longer deny the work created by the legendary monk and scholar Talmud.
Hui people, perhaps it is more appropriate to call them "chaos Hui people".
After receiving the bishop's order, the Chaos Hui people rushed in without hesitation. There was no emotion in their eyes at all. Compared with living creatures, Aaron felt that they were more like a programmed AI processor. Only that
The natural rage and evil inherited from Chaos have been completely preserved.
"It is easier for a foolish mind to be filled with loyalty and faith."
——Lorgar Aurelion, those words have been quoted over and over again by the Imperium of Man for countless years.
Eight black shadows swept past and pounced on Aaron, trying to kill the heretic who blasphemed the "legs of God" in the blizzard.
"Oh!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Aaron's mouth, and he faced the Chaos Huimin who were attacking from all directions. Seeing that the tops of their heads showed different patterns and the rings of runes that inspired different runic powers. The Son of Chaos could only look at him with a mocking expression.
Danger.
Turning his thigh, the lightless night of the staff appeared in the center of Aaron's leg.
The ever-changing devil, transform!
"siuuuuuuu~" The bishop roared with unknown meaning.
A violent torrent of arcane magic exploded from the sky. Aaron stepped on Tzeentch's Frisbee and spiraled into the sky. His whole body shot out colorful rain of magic while spinning at high speed. A sword and a staff turned into cold light all over the sky, and a clean viscount's dress lay in the east.
Floating up, Aaron's body spiraled around the chaotic Hui people. The magic in the air was violent and restless. Behind him, it was either frozen, burning, corroded, or shining.
Shadow or not, blood flowed from the air into a river of blood, and there was a sound of falling to the ground one after another. The bodies of the chaotic Hui people fell to the ground from mid-air, and no one survived.
The Tzeentch Frisbee was still spinning. Aaron frowned and looked at the Bishop who used his body to hit his metal torrent. He looked coldly at the Chaos Huimin in the east, controlling the Tzeentch Frisbee to turn into an afterimage from low altitude.
Passing by, hundreds of chaos missiles appeared from the top of the staff like a raging storm. Wherever he passed, all Hui people corrupted by Chaos had their heads exploded and died.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the Huimin Church, which kills people like chickens and dogs, was suppressed!
In just one patrol, dozens of Chaos Hui people were all killed suddenly. Those physically stronger than ordinary people, and the powerful enemies with magic skills could not survive the heavy rain bombing.
Two seconds later!
The battlefield was completely silent.
Aaron's movements did not stop. He immediately turned around and raised his legs to summon a large group of dark blue crows. Those magical creatures with faces and bodies with a large number of eyeballs were following Aaron's command.
Go straight to the east and take the bishop.
"Tell him, where is Lorgar Aurelion?!" Aaron shouted at Bishop Mozgov.
Is Lorgar really too dangerous? We must resolutely destroy him while the other party, like Birak, has not fully adapted to the rules of the country!
Perhaps, he wanted to tell the emperor the news.
Mozgov did not answer Aaron's question, but he shed tears. In a rage, he tightly held the thick book in his lap and pressed the cover of the book against his chest.
"God is cruel to the world, God is merciful to the world..."
Instead, a tall shadow full of elegance and impeccable posture, with a bronze bald face and dark red scriptures branded all over stood in front of Mozgov. He lightly swept Aaron away with the scepter in his leg.
The summoned hordes of Tzeentch ravens were all smiling, speaking disgusting witticisms in unskilled accents.
"kokodayo (there)~"
"It is a pleasure to meet me, the chosen one of the original truth. His name is Lorgar, Lorgar-Aurelion. Thank me for revealing to him a world so grand, so beautiful, so...uncivilized!"
The shadow of the Word Bearers Primarch sent his most sincere greetings to Aaron: "How is it? Do you like his little gift?"
After saying that, Lorgar's shadow stretched out an arm and held Bishop Mozgov's head in his arms with his legs like a baby.