The Makula's Glow and the fleet of the Regency will soon emerge from Warp space.
This is the result of two chaotic warlocks personally praying to the Master of Change.
At that time, the heralds will use the corrupt Korthrus spring water to cover Kyrion. The crows entrenched in the shadows will then hesitate.
Even to relax their vigilance over the true master of the heralds.
However, hundreds of Terran cycles later, the polluted spring water has thoroughly contaminated this asteroid, and there is still no sign of the Makula's Glow arriving.
This makes the squad of heralds who came into the material world at great risk look at these two chaotic warlocks with suspicious eyes.
Glay Sneath, the captain of the squad, a blessed child, moves his powered armor and walks towards Javen.
"I fear that the Master of Change is once again playing with us. Corellon did not give us much time, and I do not want to be stabbed once by the knife he holds. Javen, tell us the true time."
Glay's power armor is not even corroded, but it retains numerous open interfaces, as if prepared for some transformation state.
The lacquer that resembles hawthorn red shaped over the power armor, then inscribed with golden texts full of scripture.
"It's very similar to a food packaging, I heard that the Colorful Fiends like to write the correct words."
This is the demon lebron within Glay's body to his humanware appearance.
A "blessed child" refers to an enchanted warrior who can freely switch between human and demon forms.
The disadvantage is that when a human dies, the demon will also decline, and not return to the Subspace.
Of course, all of the original blessed children have been wiped out by the Guards and more powerful shadows of subspace.
By Glay's generation, the relationship between the warriors and the demons within them had soured.
The sorcerer Javen massaged his dry arms, his face handsome, but distinct from the skin below his neck, wearing a torn hood and saying in a low voice:
"Master of Change has its own arrangement, He personally prophesied that the meeting between Lo'raj and Kyrion. Therefore, your master will definitely get out of trouble."
Glay remained silent, for if the Master of Change himself spoke to this chaotic sorcerer, he indeed had no right to doubt.
Javen took the opportunity to laugh:
"You are a blessed child, Corellon is just a patched up guy, not an Astarte, what is there to fear him?"
Glay clenched his fists, his tone becoming detestable: "There's no need to stir up dissension among our fellow believers in the same faith. Do your part."
Snap-click——
A crisp sound of stepping into the water sounded, Glay's hearing as an Astarte made him look at the corresponding direction instantly.
There, there was nothing.
Impossible, his keen intuition has helped him escape countless life and death crises, there is no way to judge wrong.
"Herald brothers! Prepare for battle!"
As the minority within the traitorous legion who maintain a well-kept legionary order, the largest number in the heralds is still made up of countless warrior brothers.
It can even be said that, except for their religious distinctions, they look no different from Imperial Astartes.
Even so, in the early days of the betrayal, some heralds who clearly used Chaos sorcery could still pretend to fight alongside Ultramarines against Orks.
Back then, within the Ultramarines, the departments with responsibilities similar to that of a civilian political commissar were either all offline or just too relaxed.
Otherwise, how could they dare to work with these "brothers" who had just kneeled before their own fathers, possibly carrying grudges, and looked already unstable.
The Chaos Sorcerers do not have as much vigilance, Chaos the Deceiver has already spoken, the future can only develop in the direction that he said.
Why be so anxious?
Maybe it's just the first time a small amount of chaotic power from the corrupt mountains has come into the material world, creating a broken body.
It was just a move because there was no reality attachment, so it shattered violently.
Snap!
A splash of water exploded, and everyone could see the trace of the splash.
Glay had already roared, reaching out to slap his power armor on the waist, ready to unleash the demon within him and become an enchanted warrior.
Javen still didn't think there was any danger. Looking at his silent companion, he laughed softly.
"These Space Marines are like that, isn't it the instinct of warriors? Hahaha, in front of an absolute strategy and power, any warrior can only submit to fate."
Bang!
This time, the wave was enormous, and something else was thrown out with a great ripple, impacting the group.
That super being, who was walking in the polluted spring water, judged its size through the waves, almost identical to the original form.
This made Glay's original vigilance slightly relaxed.
Finally, everyone saw an image of a bald giant wearing only a wet robe, his height almost equal to that of two Astartes stacked on top of each other.
"It's Lo'raj! He has successfully escaped the bonds of shadows!"
Javen shouted excitedly, his joy overflowing from his face.
"The prophecies of the Master of Change are never betrayed by fate. Now, welcome your original form, wait for the dread fleet of the Empire to emerge from subspace and deliver a decisive blow to them!"
And his companion, the Chaos Wizard Doren Bak, who was always taciturn, protected Javen in front of him and slightly retreated to the back, preparing for a transmutation spell.
Something's not right. The Master of Heralds has ascended, it shouldn't be in this primitive, low-grade form.
Rumble!
Waiting for the next wave of water to rise, the figure of the original suddenly appeared behind the heralds, and with a punch, he smashed Javen into meat sauce. Before he could deliver another punch, Doren teleported away.
Even decisively abandoned the sorcery guiding the polluted asteroid to collide with the Makula's Glow, which was about to enter the material world.
Only then did the figure of the original turn slowly around to gaze at everything before him.
More than ten thousand years ago, Coruscus.
Lo'raj, who had knocked over all the corrupted guards, was looking at the perspective before him, which was gradually becoming surreal.
The colors looked like a clumpy, dilute mixture that rolled out, with a green that turned yellow and then turned red, a mess of confusion.
Several blurred warriors, wearing strange armor, were staring in their direction.
Then Lo'raj felt someone on his shoulder, and his consciousness returned.
It turned out to be his brother who had climbed onto his shoulder just now, and at this moment, the water in the spring no longer felt hot.
"Hey, Lo'raj, you had light in your eyes just now, I was worried about something."
Aaron said with concern, reaching out to pull at Lo'raj's eyelids, examining him carefully.
Lo'raj said calmly:
"It's fine, brother. It's just that the detestable demon has brought such a calamity and attempted to corrupt me."
He led Aaron towards the ground: "It seemed like I saw a strange perspective, existing in nothingness. But you don't have to worry about me being corrupted."
Aaron breathed slowly, unconsciously supporting Lo'raj's bald head with his arm:
"I'm not worried about this, I'm just afraid you're hurt, those filthy things may have some nefarious plans."
"Huh... strange, I've met you all through dreams, but why, even in dreams, I would—"
"So tired..."
Bang!
The top of Aaron's head collided with the top of Lo'raj's head, and he fell into a deep sleep.
In the next moment, the environment around them began to twist and distort, and the brilliant sunlight that had just appeared in the sky was enveloped by an endless darkness of space.
Massive dark purple-black vortexes blasted, with several large metal vessels that seemed like galaxies emerging from them. Countless smaller vessels, much faster in speed, were protecting those larger ships.
This scene was not far from Lo'raj's line of sight as he looked up, but Aaron, who was on his shoulder, had disappeared.
A metallic sound came from behind, and the warriors who had just seen were bowing to the ground on one knee.
The leader bowed his head and extended his hand, seeking his response:
"My Lord, the guide of faith, the declaration of sanctity, though only an aspect of your essence, the Heralds greet your return."
"Corellon and Erythnous are conspiring with their respective factions, our faith should be united, not divided."
