Chapter 418: Lorgar: The Imperial Cult, please pay the copyright fee, thank you

Zhou Yun wondered, how could this person Karyn be like this?

How could he speak nothing but nonsense the moment he opened his mouth?

Yes, yes, yes, Angron is indeed very strong; this demon born from humanity's first murder does indeed possess a suppression over humans far exceeding that of other demons,

Sanguinius has confirmed this point; even he still fears the suppression of Angron and could be traumatized by Angron,

and even the Hua Di Huang himself harbors some fear of Angron's power,

but putting aside Lorgar for now, how exactly does your Angron suppress Perturabo?

Perturabo himself is indeed human, but Perturabo's personal guard, the Iron Warriors robots he forged with his own hands, are purely mechanical,

back then, relying on the Iron Warriors robots, Perturabo could even subdue the berserk Angron,

let alone the current Perturabo who can activate an entire planet's factories into mechanical monsters and still has a massive quantity of Daemon Engines at his disposal,

Angron's threat is indeed great, but the premise is that Abaddon must be able to withstand the firepower of an entire planet, break through a massive quantity of Daemon Engines, slay the Iron Warriors circles capable of fighting Angron, and approach close enough to Perturabo,

this is almost impossible; in terms of personality, Perturabo is also almost someone Abaddon cannot persuade—but strangely, Perturabo is the Primarch who provided the most help to Abaddon during the Thirteen Black Crusades,

those piles of Daemon Engines and war machines were all provided to Abaddon by Perturabo; even during the Tenth Black Crusade, Perturabo personally descended to assist Abaddon,

he is too diligent and hardworking; this makes Zhou Yun somewhat curious about what exactly Abaddon paid to make Perturabo exert himself so much,

it couldn't be that Abaddon utilized the Huang family's ancestral skill, cosplaying as Perturabo's sister and selling hooks to Perturabo, could it?

Zhou Yun pondered for a moment and felt that was also unlikely; the piglet Abaddon did not inherit his Grandpa Huang's character model.

This truly left Zhou Yun unable to think of a reason,

but Karyn was spouting nonsense all over his mouth, looking as if he could not distinguish reality from fantasy, so it seemed no valuable information could be extracted from him.

Zhou Yun pondered for a moment and looked into his four-dimensional pocket,

a moment later, he pulled out a large hammer from the four-dimensional pocket and gestured with his hand for Els to take it.

Karyn looked blankly at the large hammer in Els's hand,

"What do you want to do?" Karyn's expression carried a hint of wariness.

"Els, hit his head."

At Zhou Yun's command, Els quickly grabbed the large hammer and struck Karyn's head with a sudden, forceful blow.

During these days in the Inquisition, Karyn had seen all kinds of torture; a mere hammer blow to the head was like scratching an itch to him—wait, no, why does he feel a bit dizzy?

Karyn could not suppress the dizziness emanating from his head; his eyes rolled back, and his head slammed heavily onto the table,

then light burst forth from his eyes, projecting a light screen in mid-air like a projector.

【Item Name: Memory Projection Hammer】

【Origin: Earth, 22nd Century—Future Department Store】

【Production Time: 231. m3】

【Function: An item capable of projecting memories; one only needs to use this item to strike a person's head vigorously to project the memories within their brain, whether they are still remembered or already forgotten.】

Zhou Yun looked curiously at the light screen, at the memories knocked out of Karyn.

""I really have to discipline you, Karyn.""

""Scream, scream out loud.""

""Speak, are the Dark Eldar of Commorragh the boss?""

On the light screen, Karyn was playing some thrilling, dangerous, and unbearable-to-watch games with his Dark Elf little girlfriend,

Zhou Yun turned his head away in disgust and gestured for Els to continue hitting.

This is also one of the flaws of the Memory Projection Hammer; what kind of memory gets played depends entirely on the force of the strike, with very strong randomness.

""My sister, how beautiful you are, these robust macro-cannons, the salvo of light lances full of destructive power.""

""Abaddon, look at your big and strong daemon sword.""

""Let's play a round of Daemon Tarot.""

""My turn, summon, Hunchback Knight!""

All sorts of chaotic memories flashed continuously before Zhou Yun's eyes,

then Zhou Yun's pupils caught a scene that flashed by in an instant,

Abaddon and Karyn were inside a dark cave; before them stood a man with a burly physique wearing a monk's robe.

"Stop." Zhou Yun raised his hand to signal Els to stop hitting.

Then Zhou Yun and Sanguinius looked with interest at the scene on the light screen.

"You have come." That burly monk twisted his body slightly and spoke to Karyn and Abaddon.

Abaddon's expression carried dissatisfaction; he did not seem to like the surrounding environment.

"I thought you would welcome us in the Purgatory Temple of Scarus, not in this cold, secluded cave on a remote world," Abaddon said in a low tone.

He clearly took this as a slight.

"Phantom shadows, sneaking in through the gaps."

"Evil spirits abound, as fierce as the Wild Hunt."

"I cannot expose the Temple of Scarus to the raven eyes of dark forces; He is like a ghost, omnipresent, and I fear He may be lurking beside you, following in your footsteps."

A simple yet seductive voice rose from the monk's mouth; he spoke to Abaddon like an earnest missionary priest.

"I never knew that you, favored by the Four Gods, would also fear the darkness within the Warp," Abaddon said mockingly.

"The Four Gods are not the entirety of Chaos," the monk said slowly: "The darkness of Chaos is far deeper than your imagination."

"You have not been targeted by that darkness only because you are insignificant in the eyes of the darkness."

"In fact, you are also insignificant in my eyes; if not for my faith in Chaos and hatred for the Imperial Cult, I would not meet you here at all."

As he spoke, that tall man draped in a monk's robe slowly removed his hood, revealing a shining, blindingly bright bald head before everyone's eyes.

The First Heretic, founder of the Imperial Cult, Word Bearer Primarch Lorgar Aurelian.

Ears, though he had expected it, still couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath of cold air.

"I completely understand Lorgar's hatred for the Imperial Cult. If a group of people pirated your life's work for ten thousand years, not only refusing to pay you royalties but also erasing your name, you would be angry too," Zhou Yun said half-jokingly.

Though it was a joke, Zhou Yun understood Lorgar's help for Abaddon; he worshipped and believed in Chaos, so helping Abaddon, chosen by the Four Gods, was reasonable, and it also allowed him to vent his hatred against the Imperial Cult. Why not?

As for why Lorgar himself did not go personally to vent his hatred, according to Lorgar's own words, he had to undergo a long seclusion and meditation on Gao Ta in the demon world of Sicarus.

The true reason might also be mixed with some other factors.

Then Zhou Yun continued to look at the light screen, gazing into Karyn's memories.

"I will teach you the techniques and mysteries of enchantment, allowing you to understand how to bind demons from the Warp onto weapons or fleshly bodies."

"Hear now my Book of Lorgar."

"Great Warbringer, Son of the High Heavens."

"You shall praise the name of Lorgar."

"Those who ignore us, we forsake."

"Those who show compassion, we praise."

"We draw the gaze of the gods."

"We receive the gift of agony."

"Blood dyes the star river; the galaxy burns."

"We set the feast, sating the gods."

As Lorgar chanted within the light screen, the veil of reality in the cave began to thin, the roars of demons started to sound in the air, and the power of the High Heavens began to surge into the material world.

Not only within the light screen, but at this very moment, in the interrogation room of the Inquisition, the veil of reality also became much thinner.

The blasphemous scriptures in the Book of Lorgar crossed the boundary between memory and reality, acting directly on this vicinity, summoning demons.

The roars of demons sounded in the void, ghostly laughter chattered incessantly; they heard the call of the scriptures in the Book of Lorgar, crawled upon the veil of reality, and sought to peek into the material universe.

Rrrrip!!

A scroll of parchment was flung from Zhou Yun's hand; the High Gothic signature written on it in black ink burst forth with golden light.

"Druvata Imperator Imperium"

This line of text shone brilliantly in the void, directly burning through the veil between reality and the Warp, charging straight at those eager demons.

Wails sounded in the air, vicious curses never ceased from their ears; they cursed Lorgar for tricking them, then hurriedly tried to flee.

But since they had come, where was the logic in leaving?

Nobi Huang Daxiong's fingertips moved slightly, the string figure weaving into the shape of a broom.

"Nobi Style String Figure: Broom."

The demons hiding behind the veil of reality could not dodge in time; they were entangled by Nobi Huang Daxiong's string figure, yanked into reality, and thrown into Zhou Yun's fourth-dimensional pocket.

Sanguinius also did not hold back, grabbing a few demons and shoving them into the fourth-dimensional pocket.

"Lorgar, you bastard!"

"You actually handed the contents of the Book of Lorgar to this evil god who eats demons!"

"Lorgar, I *High Heavens curse*!"

These demons, right up until they were stuffed into the pocket, were cursing Lorgar for tricking them.

And upon the light screen formed by Karyn's memories, as Lorgar chanted, many demons were summoned by Lorgar and enchanted onto weapons.

This dark, blasphemous wisdom also surged into the minds of Karyn and Abaddon along with Lorgar's demonstration.

But as time passed, Karyn in the memory gradually noticed something was wrong.

He felt the darkness around him becoming deeper and deeper, and something seemed to be writhing in the shadows.

In the shadows, there was everything.

Karyn instinctively sensed fear, feeling the hatred brewing in the shadows.

He vaguely remembered a terrifying rumor circulating within the Black Legion.

It was said that in the shadows of the Eye of Terror, there was everything; those phantoms beyond the cognition of mortals and even Astartes lay in wait there, and anyone who mistakenly entered the shadows would be strangled by the sharp limbs of the shadows.

"Hmm?" Lorgar seemed to sense something; he abruptly closed the Book of Lorgar in his hand, turned his head to look at Abaddon and Karyn, and said, "This lesson ends here."

Lorgar's tone carried a hint of panic.

Abaddon cast a strange glance, but before Abaddon could ask a question, a sharp, piercing, hate-filled roar sounded from the shadows.

"Lorgar!!!"

"I said, I have remembered your scent!!!"

(End of this chapter)