Aurelion, which means the golden son of the god in the Colchis language.
This word originated from the language of Colchis, the world where Lorgar grew up. After he took over his own legion in later generations, it was adopted by the Word Bearers and became the exclusive title for him by these children with his blood flowing through his blood.<
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This is undoubtedly an honorific, but it is also a faithful description of the facts.
Like the other Primarchs who were born with a majestic appearance, Lorgar's golden skin and resemblance to his genetic father, the Emperor, impressed the Word Bearers at first sight.
No words or methods are needed, as long as Lorgar stands there, the collection of various genetic engineering and more mysterious, non-replicable technologies contained in his majestic body, as well as the pheromones and spiritual energy fluctuations that are emitted all the time, will be revealed.
It's enough to let those Astartes with demigod blood know that they have seen the source of their blood.
This instinctive emotion expressed from the bottom of the body is so fanatical and selfless that most Astartes are still unable to free themselves from that exciting emotion long after meeting the Primarch.
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"I can be loyal to him and I am willing to serve him. Even if I die..."
This was the emotion Angertai, the seventh company captain of the Jagged Sun Chapter and the original leader of the Blessed Sons, expressed to the legion chaplain responsible for reviewing new recruits after meeting Lorgar for the first time.
"This is a matter of course, and you should feel honored for this opportunity."
The priest who reviewed the new recruits answered like this at the time, and the Primarch's appeal and dominance over the soldiers of his own legion can also be seen from this.
Even though he has never come into contact with this legion, even though he has never led them to fight even once;
But as soon as he stood in front of these Word Bearers, he naturally became the undisputed commander and leader of the legion.
He is the natural father of all the Word Bearers, and the god in their eyes - the son of the Emperor.
This natural authority and the complete logic of rule within it are the source of the confidence that allowed Lorgar to stand confidently in front of the legionnaires after growing up in Colchis, a religious world with distorted personality.
He is the child of God, and these are his heirs. It's that simple, it's so natural.
So Lorgar doesn't care about the authority of the so-called Dark Council, nor does he care about the small actions of Erebus and Kor Phaeron.
These two people who followed him since Colchis are alien beings among the Word Bearers. Their power comes from him, and without his support, they are nothing...
Whether it is the Dark Council or the Dark Apostles, in his eyes, these are just two servants' temporary management methods for the legion when he has no time to manage the legion. As long as he is willing, these so-called institutions will disappear in an instant.
He has this confidence and understands the logic behind it all.
The king and his ministers, father and son, are taught by gods and men.
He thought that this natural sanctity would accompany him throughout his life until his death, and he gladly accepted this fate that made him peaceful.
But when did all this change? Luojia's eyes were still closed, but the pain in the memories had already made him frown.
It was the day the perfect city was destroyed!
That day, the wind that had been blowing on the Colchis Plateau for centuries was no longer gentle, and the flames caused by the high temperature raged over the ruins of the entire perfect city with the storm...
Lorgar, who descended from the Law of Faith on the Thunder Eagle to the flaming and scorched land of Colchis, was full of questions. He didn't understand where he went wrong, let alone why his child would make the Emperor
Scorned.
The judgment still came, and also came the answers to his doubts.
Under the suppression of that unimaginably powerful person, he and his children knelt outside the ruins of the Perfect City facing the boiling air on the plateau, listening to the final evaluation from the emperor.
The storm caused by the high temperature expansion shook him and the legion soldiers, but his heart was no longer here.
The humiliating scene watched by his brothers was enough to make him lose his mind, and his father's comments made him even more devastated.
It doesn't matter that his god denies his achievements, he can fight for more glory for Him;
It doesn't matter that his god denies the meaning of the perfect city, because as long as he has enough time and resources, he can build more majestic miracles for Him.
But his god denies his own divinity...
Luojia was silent. This is very important. Far more important than imagined...
Because he has lost this necessary trait, Lorgar does not know how to face the existence of the Emperor;
When the relationship between him and the emperor is no longer maintained by faith, then based on everything he has experienced growing up, a simple biological father and son cannot support such huge and heavy responsibilities and obligations, and absolutely cannot
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A simple question.
"If you are not my god, then why should I fight for you?"
These are the rebellious words that Luojia hides in his heart and cannot speak out.
But that wasn't the thing that frightened him the most.
What he really doesn't know how to face is the Word Bearers Legion, whose members are all based on faith in a chain reaction...
Hundreds of thousands of Word Bearers, hundreds of thousands of warriors who shed their blood for the empire.
There are so many alive, and the dead are even more countless.
Luojia didn't dare to recall that moment of collapse. Whenever he thought of the questions and expectations behind those pairs of living eyes.
How to explain all this happening?
Saying that the faith they are fighting for is just a big dream, because the person who believes in it himself denies this possibility?
Whenever he thought of the faces of those children who died fighting for the empire who came to ask questions in his dreams, he no longer had the self-confidence and normality he had in the past.
How to respond?
Are you saying that your sacrifice was not approved by that person, and the lives and blood you paid were just wishful thinking?
How to answer? How to face it?
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A man of words is a person who has the truth in his heart.
This title that he and all legionnaires were once proud of has now ironically become a poisonous thorn in the chest of all legionnaires.
There is no need to fiddle with it, just thinking about it is so painful that it makes you lose your mind and fall into madness.
What to do...
When the tide of faith recedes, this Primarch has endless talents and potential;
This powerful yet gentle son of God;
This leader of the Word Bearers Legion, who clearly possessed such powerful power, but was limited by the "narrow vision brought about by growing up in the religious world of Colchis", finally collapsed.
His body is still there, but his soul has died forever on his knees outside the ruins of the Perfect City.
Lorgar's thoughts are still spreading in his memory, and the huge fleet also penetrates the colorful clouds and twisting and tearing energy.
When all the strange sounds and whispers in the subspace gradually quieted down, the Blessed Lady's body, which was larger than the Queen of Glory battleship, also appeared above the world of Sicarius, the current headquarters of the Word Bearers.
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This huge demonic world was built in accordance with the aesthetics of the Word Bearers and their hatred of the Empire, and is dominated by a dark religious style.
In the dark churches and thorny orbital docks scattered on its surface and orbit, the battleships belonging to the 17th Legion are quietly moored.
When the Blessed Lady arrived, their machine spirits began to respond to the call of the Lord of the Legion, slowly awakening from their ancient dormancy in the name of hatred again.
The battleships are slowly leaving the starport and gathering behind the legion's flagship.
As the Astartes under the Dark Apostles began to land on the flagship, countless legions of fallen mortals were also transporting weapons and supplies to the attached fleet members.
Sicarius' star port was extremely busy for a while, with large and small transport ships and frigates wandering around like schools of fish;
Countless ships carrying supplies and soldiers shuttled between the ground, ports and fleets.
Especially around Ms. Zhu Zhu, who is the flagship, she is surrounded by ships of all sizes transporting supplies to this space city. The queue of ships waiting to enter the flight deck has been queued back nearly a hundred kilometers.
This behemoth is currently floating quietly outside the orbit of Sicarius to prevent its own gravitational field from affecting the work of the fleet below.
On its huge trident-shaped trunk, which is more than 20 kilometers long, there is a group of buildings the size of a city dominating it.
It is the bridge and chapel of the Blessed Lady, and it is also the collection of living quarters of the entire battleship. This battleship benefits from the favor of the Martian Forge General who designed it, and is completely designed with pure Astartes in mind. p>
Not only does it have a larger body than the Queen of Glory, but it also has an array of weapons that matches its size;
There are also shields and armor designed to withstand orbital anti-ship weapons without being damaged, as well as a flight deck and fighter hangar that are no less than those of aircraft carriers of the same class.
But this is not its most legendary point. Its most powerful and special point is:
The above functions were designed locally by the Mars Foundry Director regardless of the cost, so that the participation of the mortal crew can be completely eliminated, and the 1,000 Astartes can operate independently.
Yes, this is a special warship, completely designed for the Astartes, which can completely abandon the fragile mortal crew.
Its highly automated weapon array allows the Word Bearers' Astartes tech sergeants to only lead a small group of mechanical slaves to complete daily maintenance and operations.
And its incredibly powerful engine, in the context of a battleship full of Astartes, can achieve a more terrifying output limit, so that it can often easily occupy a favorable position in naval battles with the enemy.
Lorgar Aurelion is here at this moment, with his head lowered to reveal golden skin and tattoos, and wearing blood-red power armor that is the same as the other Word Bearers except for its size.
Under the illumination of countless candles and lights, his entire huge body was like a sculpture, frozen in a half-kneeling posture in the middle of the brightly lit huge palace.
His face was hidden in the shadows, and no one could see his expression; apart from the chest that could rise and fall with the long breathing, there were only hands covered in blood-red and iron-gray gloves on his terrifyingly broad torso.
Like a two-leaf cattail fan, it rests quietly on the weighted ball at the end of the war hammer.
The weight of the giant's upper body just pressed down on the warhammer with both hands, allowing its ancient and sharp thorns to penetrate the thick velvet carpet and gnaw at the gray deck made of steel of the warship.
"Revenge, only revenge can calm the resentment in the heart;
Killing, only destroying that person's hope, is worthy of those who sacrificed when they were deceived in the past."
The demon representing the power of destruction whispered in his ear, but in the depths of his scarlet eyes, there was a faint flash of silver light.
Update. Well, I tried my best, brothers. The limit of my current ability is probably this update frequency.