Lorgar led the Word Bearers to parachute to the surface of Eden. The golden power armor flickered with a cold light in the dim sky.

Holding the scepter, he walked steadily towards Perturabo, who was half-kneeling on the ground, his armor covered with cracks and charred marks, obviously he had just experienced a fierce battle.

"Traitor! Your opponent is me!"

Luo Jia's voice was low and majestic, carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression.

He stood beside Perturabo and slammed his staff to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Perturabo raised his head and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although his face was covered with blood and fatigue, his eyes were still as sharp as a knife.

"This is the first time I see you so happy, you stinky charlatan." He panted, his voice hoarse but with his usual sarcasm.

Luo Jia looked down at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile.

"Me too, a piece of useless iron."

He stretched out his hand and pulled Perturabo up from the ground. Although his movements were rough, they revealed an indescribable tacit understanding.

After Perturabo stood firm, he patted Lorgar's shoulder. Although the force was not light, Lorgar did not move at all.

The two men looked at each other, with both the teasing between brothers and the trust of fighting side by side in their eyes.

At this moment, Sanguinius flapped his white wings and slowly landed beside the two of them.

His appearance seemed to bring a ray of light and dispel the haze around him.

However, his gaze was looking solemnly into the distance, where several figures were slowly approaching.

The Chaos incarnations of Chaos Lorgar, Mortarion and Perturabo were standing not far away, their faces distorted and their eyes filled with madness and desire for destruction.

However, when they saw Lorgar, all the Chaos Primarchs present were stunned.

A trace of disbelief flashed in Chaos Perturabo's eyes, and his face twisted, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Lorga...you still remain loyal?" There was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Chaos Mortarion's features were hidden behind a rotten mask, but his eyes were just as filled with shock.

"This is impossible... How could you resist the temptation of chaos?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of hesitation that was difficult to conceal.

Chaos Luojia's body had been knocked to the ground, but his eyes were still full of shock and unwillingness.

He looked at Lorgar, who had not rebelled, as if he saw a completely unfamiliar existence. "You...how could you still maintain your faith? The Emperor has already abandoned us!"

However, at this moment, they turned their attention to Sanguinius, and a feeling of fear appeared in every Chaos Primarch present.

"Sanguinius!" Chaos Mortarion's voice was filled with shock and fear.

Chaos Perturabo's eyes flashed with a trace of complex emotions, and his voice was filled with a trace of hesitation that was difficult to conceal. "Sanguinius... he is still alive..."

Chaos Luojia's eyes were filled with shock and anger, his face was distorted even more, and there was a hint of hesitation in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

"This is impossible! He should have already... already..."

Sanguinius's eyes were cold and firm. He whispered, "Brothers, turn back. The power of Chaos will only make you lose yourself. The real power comes from faith and will. The Emperor will give you true salvation."

"Shut up!" Chaos Lorgar's voice was filled with a hint of madness and a desire for destruction. "We will not turn back! The power of chaos is the truth!"

A desire for revenge flashed in Sanguinius's eyes, but he still held the sword firmly in his hand. "In that case, I will have to end this myself."

However, before Sanguinius could say anything, Lorgar taunted them.

"A clown pursuing power, lost in the lies of Chaos, and even forgot who he is." Lorgar mocked Chaos Lorgar.

Chaos Lorgar's face twisted, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but was quickly covered by madness. "What do you know? Power is the truth! The Emperor deceived us, he never really trusted us!"

Luojia sneered and slammed his scepter heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Foolish. You thought that destroying the Perfect City was a punishment from the Emperor? It was just a test, a chance for you to prove your loyalty and wisdom. And you were too foolish to understand that."

"You don't even have the intelligence of an Ogryn. Are you worthy of being called the Primarch?"

A flash of panic flashed across Chaos Luojia's eyes, but was immediately replaced by anger.

"Shut up! You are nothing but a puppet deceived by the Emperor! The destruction of the Perfect City is inevitable. That is the will of Chaos!"

"The will of chaos?"

Lorgar's voice was filled with disdain as he said, "The Chaos you speak of is nothing but an excuse for your cowardice and stupidity. You cannot face your own failures, and cannot accept your own mistakes, so you choose to escape and betray. You betrayed the Emperor, betrayed your brothers, and betrayed yourself."

Chaos Lorgar's face twisted even more. He clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and roared: "You don't understand at all! The Emperor never really trusted us! He just used us!"

"trust?"

There was a hint of pity in Lorgar's voice.

"Trust is something you have to earn, not just ask for. You never really understood the Emperor's intentions, nor did you really understand your own power. You are just a poor creature lost in the chaos, and you have forgotten who you are."

Chaos Lorgar roared, and crazy power surged around him.

"Shut up! I want you to see with your own eyes what real power is!"

Luo Jia met his gaze fearlessly, her eyes full of determination and mockery.

"Come on, let me see how ridiculous you, a clown who seeks power, are."

At this moment, Perturabo and Sanguinius also stood beside Lorgar. Perturabo sneered, his voice full of his usual sarcasm. "It seems that our 'brother' has gone completely crazy."

"No need to say more, Lorgar..." Sanguinius said the same thing.

Lorgar nodded, his eyes still fixed on Chaos Lorgar. "Yes, he is no longer worthy of being called a Primarch. He is just a puppet of Chaos, a pathetic traitor."

Chaos Lorgar let out a mad roar and rushed forward waving the weapon in his hand.

Lorgar faced forward fearlessly, and the scepter and weapon collided in the air, sparking a burst of sparks.

"Repent to the God-Emperor! Heretic!"