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Chapter 508 Loyalty

I am loyal!

Luo Jia lunged forward to snatch the sword from Fu Gen's hand, causing Fu Gen's head to fly off, but his body still obeyed the command and took the sword away, the iron sword clattering to the ground.

I believe you are loyal, my brother!

Luo Jia roared, and his body began to convulse. Fu Gen, who had been knocked down by Luo Jia, turned his head in horror and saw behind him the head that had been thrown off, its mouth and eyes wide open, shrieking silently, with intense golden flames burning fiercely on the severed head.

【--ah!!!!】

Fugen screamed, but Phoenix immediately got up and stumbled over, picking up Luojia's head with both hands. Golden flames burned along Fugen's arm. Without hesitation, Fugen turned around and plunged the head into Luojia's convulsing body.

Thank you, my brother.

Luo Jia's voice rang out again. Unable to comprehend the Primarch of the Word Bearer, Fu Gen took two steps back and stumbled to the ground.

Fu Gen saw that the team led by Luo Jia was also dumbfounded by what had just happened.

Luo Jia, who had been convulsing on the ground, stood up and reached upwards with both hands to pull out the head that Fu Gen had violently stabbed into it a little—so that it could float up again.

Then the head slowly turned back to face Fugen.

The threads that had stretched open due to its violent shriek, which had been tightly sewn to its eyes and mouth, had all gone back in place.

Fugen collapsed to the ground, panting heavily from the shock and exertion. He raised his hand, and the blazing golden flames that had just burned him had faded away.

What is this...?

Fu Gen asked, the golden flames causing him pain, but he didn't reject them. He recalled Luo Jia's words, and a thought surfaced in his mind—

+Divine Emperor's Great Power. +

Luo Jia said, raising his hand, and his scepter returned to the Primarch's hand.

Now are you willing to believe that I am loyal?

Fugen swallowed hard. He glanced down at Fernus's armor, and out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the golden flames lingering on his arm.

...No...no, if it were an illusion, He would have used Phenus to tempt him, not Luojia.

It's not like that strange Luojia!

Phenus, Horus, Saint Gilles... but never Luojia.

What...what does he want me to do?

Fugen stammered, but he immediately added,

[Besides loyalty, He has taken everything from me. I'm not sure I have what you want, and I'm not sure I can do what you want me to do.]

Fugen gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his mouth.

"If I can help my father, I'd be happy to."

The filthy, gray-armored giant before him seemed to sigh.

Your very existence is a coordinate system.

Luo Jia waved her scepter, and golden runes twisted and flowed down from it, skimming the ground and instantly surrounding Fu Gen. Fu Gen twitched uncomfortably, but ultimately said nothing.

Luo Jia bent down and pulled Fu Gen up.

The Primarch of Word Bearers turned his head, his tightly closed eyes gazing into the distant void, as if confirming something.

+You have been chosen.+

The speaker's tone was slightly sad.

I'm sorry—but I think you need to know the truth. I trust your loyalty, brother—can you promise you won't betray my trust?

Fugen flinched, his gaze hidden in his disheveled hair never lifting. In the end, he remained silent.

Luo Jia continued talking to himself, as if taking Fu Gen's tacit agreement.

+He, Slaanesh, made a deal with you because...

Luo Jia spoke with difficulty, "+ is because He hopes there is an existence sufficiently similar to Him, and that this existence will be far enough away from the palace when Hades enters the Six Desires Palace."

You are the bait He chose.

Fugen, who had been keeping his head bowed, began to tremble violently.

[Does He want me to distract...it?]

The floating head moved comically up and down, as if nodding.

Why should we do as He wishes?!

Fugen screamed, stormed forward, and shoved Luojia hard, but Luojia didn't budge. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, Fugen let out a loud curse and paced back and forth like a trapped beast.

Because He changed His mind halfway through,

Luo Jia said as calmly as possible, "He desires to completely sacrifice himself to ignite the entire High Heaven."

Is this a lie? Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't—after all, no one really knows what Slaanesh himself is thinking.

Slaanesh himself was unaware of this.

+For His pleasure...He cast aside part of His authority to the River Styx, relinquishing that authority. +

Luo Jia's stitched-up eyes made his face look exceptionally calm and kind.

But this authority has not disappeared.

Fugen suddenly looked up.

【it--】

Fugen was speechless for a moment, but then said aggressively, "Based on my deduction, it's impossible for any subspace to exist within that black mass!"

Luo Jia raised his hand and made a religious gesture in front of him.

Praise the God-Emperor!

The Golden Wordsman said, "The power closest to Hades is the God-Emperor, our father..."

He unleashed His power, taking advantage of Slaanesh's weakness, and seized a portion of Slaanesh's authority on the River Styx.

Fugen looked at Luojia in horror.

He hopes...he...

The authority of the God-King conflicts with that of Slaanesh—He cannot use them.

Luo Jia said that He touched the ground with the tip of His scepter, and around the Root of Fortune, the golden runes began to emit specks of purple light.

Tears slowly streamed down Luo Jia's face. In front of him lay Fu Gen, who had fallen to the ground again in extreme terror.

But you can, my brother.

Fugen clutched his head tightly, frantically pulling at his hair, trying to use the pain to pull back some of his sanity. Was this an illusion?

No... I am loyal.

Fugen muttered to himself, he had lost everything... all he had left was his loyalty.

Luo Jia remained silent, his shadow looming over the phoenix, which was delirious and talking to itself. His golden tears shimmered as he, as the one who bestowed the golden words upon it, longed to comfort the phoenix.

But there was no time left.

He could sense the gods' impatience.

Luo Jia lowered his scepter again, and golden flames suddenly ignited on the runes, enveloping Fu Gen.

The black line on Luo Jia's lips loosened, and the Primarch opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and obediently recited the divine incantation, word by word, following the deity on the throne.

【Fugen,】

Luo Jia said, "If you truly wish to prove your loyalty and purity, then offer up your last shred of self."

Even if you have no value right now,

But a lure doesn't need to be of much value.

Fu Gen suddenly looked up, staring at the expressionless Luo Jia, as if he had been completely shattered.

And after that,

The Divine Emperor said,

Find Makado, and I will grant you the peaceful sleep you desire.

Phoenix's eyes filled with tears, and he spoke in a trembling voice, his words piercing through Luo Jia's body, as if he could see the emperor behind him.

[Really, Father?]

The only response he received from the other end was loneliness.

Gasping for breath, Fugen collapsed into the cage surrounded by layers of golden flames, haphazardly picking up Phenus's tattered armor from the ground.

He lowered his head, hiding his face again beneath his disheveled hair. His pale, withered lips moved slightly.

Thank you for your kindness, Father.

I'm ready.

He clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his mouth, proudly, stubbornly, and obsessively guarding his last remaining loyalty.

Was he right, Fernus?

Fugen wondered if he was simply unwilling to be proven wrong about his previous choice.

Does your loyalty have any value in His eyes?

But in the end, Fugen stubbornly refused to lower his head.

Perhaps he just doesn't want to back down.

Buried within this body, the Slaanesh's legacy contract ultimately failed to take effect—the contract that would have immediately granted the Primarch a large amount of Slaanesh power.

In Slaanesh's contingency plan, there was already a chance that Blessed might waver in his loyalty, unleash Slaanesh's psychic powers, and use this to rekindle Hades's plan.

On the throne, the emperor's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Ultimately, even Fugen refused to surrender his loyalty to Seraphim… The Emperor thought,

But this also means that the Emperor will have to invest more of his own power to make up for the missing Slaanesh power.

just now……

The emperor looked at the disheveled figure kneeling on the ground, clutching the armor of Phenus, with a complicated expression.

...Fugen...Fugen...

As the emperor thought this, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

...There's no other way...such a pure and loyal soul...let it stay.

...It's just...poor Lao Ma.

The golden flames burned silently.

That's it! Great!

Chapter 509 Makado says, "Well done!"

A large amount of blood spurted from Makado's mouth.

"cough!!"

The light of the entire altar vanished instantly. In the center of the altar, the old man collapsed violently. The scepter in his hand, bound with chains of pearls and gems, crashed to the ground, scattering treasures like splattered blood.

Mortarian, who had been observing the ceremony from afar, rushed forward as soon as the ripples in the warp subsided. He tried to help the fallen Makado, but the old man waved his hand, indicating that he did not need Mortarian's help.

The old man was panting heavily. Beside them was an almost empty altar—it should have been filled with treasures.

Unfortunately, neither the Endurance nor the Deathguard actually had that kind of thing.

Before the ceremony began, Macado stared with a dark expression at the pile of things the Death Guard had gathered there: scythes that appeared to be infused with space necromancy technology, a complete set of glassware from Mortalian's laboratory, a pure silver flask—but without any patterns—and countless precious metals that looked like they had been hastily salvaged from various firearms and machines.

The old man's wrinkled lips moved a few times, and he tapped his staff heavily.