A warband of the Emperor's Children. This was a first.
Sol Tarvitz hurried towards Cabin 8-13, where the invasion was occurring, while recalling information about the Emperor's Children.
The Emperor's Children, the sons of Fulgrim, the former Third Legion, took the pursuit of perfection as their duty, a legion filled with pride.
However, the pursuit of perfection and pride had transformed into an insatiable hunger, a craving for power and honor, and an arrogance that disdained everything.
Sol Tarvitz looked down on these Traitors; he even spat upon those who betrayed, believing they did not possess the pride they claimed.
Truly proud people do not constantly speak of it, but rather constrain themselves with strict conduct, humbly learn and absorb the virtues of others, and continuously refine themselves. Pride itself is not a virtue; pride comes from virtue.
As for those hypocritical individuals who always speak of pride, they are merely masking their inferiority and emptiness. Sol Tarvitz despised those degenerates who bore the name of the Emperor's Children but betrayed the Emperor; they were merely inferior clowns.
Although Sol Tarvitz despised them emotionally,
rationally, Sol Tarvitz believed that the traitorous Emperor's Children were extremely dangerous.
Arrogance twisted their personalities, the pursuit of perfection drove them to madly hone their skills, and the craving for pleasure led them to inject themselves with numerous nerve and body-stimulating drugs. They were the most deeply corrupted among all the traitor Legions, which also meant they gained more power.
Of course, Sol Tarvitz was not worried that these fellows would actually cause any damage to the Light Lord.
They would never be able to leave Cargo Bay 8-13.
As the leader of the Primaris, Sol Tarvitz knew some things that other Primaris did not.
On the Light Lord, in their blind spot, there was actually a group of shadow crew members.
These individuals were the invisible hands of Saint Doraemon, Astartes trained by the Raven Guard, and, well, Psyker-specialized sub-humans.
Each time the Light Lord was invaded, these shadow crew members would form an invisible barrier. If the traitors invading the Light Lord exceeded the designated area, they would act and summon other, more powerful warriors for support.
Of course, if it came to that, it would mean the Primaris had failed.
This would be a great disgrace, and Sol Tarvitz would not allow such a situation to occur.
Sol Tarvitz quickly arrived at the entrance of Cabin 8-13—the cabin arrangement of the Light Lord could be a bit disorienting; while there was 8-13, there was no 8-12 or 8-14—in reality, there were only 8-13, 8-22, 8-169, 8-222, and similar numbers.
This was also one of the unique features of the Light Lord; every cabin number was as much as possible associated with the numbers 13 and 22.
As Sol Tarvitz rushed into the cabin, he heard that battle had already broken out.
Many Primaris warriors were already engaged in combat with the traitors, who wore power armor interwoven with purple and black and constantly emitted blasphemous and lewd cackles.
Seeing the purple power armor, a surge of inexplicable anger rose in Sol Tarvitz's heart.
He himself wore purple power armor—did these traitors deserve to wear noble, glorious purple power armor?
Sol Tarvitz quickly searched for the leader of this traitor warband, which was not difficult; the sons of Fulgrim disdained to hide themselves and would display themselves on the battlefield in the most arrogant and unrestrained manner.
It was a Chaos Lord clad in brilliant purple Tartaros Terminator power armor, with a twisted two-headed eagle clutching lightning painted on his shoulder, his body encrusted with various glittering gems, wielding a bizarrely twisted weapon, and with various colored potions hanging behind him, injected into his body through flexible tubes.
Evidently, this fellow was the leader of this warband.
Sol Tarvitz drew his sword, ready to leap up and strike at this Chaos Lord.
However, just then, the Chaos Lord suddenly raised the bizarre sword in his hand and shouted, "For the Emperor!"
Sol Tarvitz nearly fell to the ground.
"For the Emperor!!"
Looking at those strange, oversized Astartes, the Chaos Lord Adonibal of the Dilai Zi warband let out a mocking battle cry.
The Emperor's Children once used "For the Emperor" as their battle cry, signifying their special status and loyalty to the Emperor.
After the Great Heresy, the Emperor's Children still used this battle cry, but its meaning had changed to irony and mockery.
The name of the Dilai Zi warband was the same; it was both to express their origin from the Emperor's Children and to convey sarcasm—Adonibal had once heard that the Emperor used a majestic eagle clutching lightning as his personal emblem.
So Adonibal twisted that emblem and used the name Dilai Zi to mock the Emperor.
For ten thousand years, Adonibal and his subordinates, bearing this name full of mockery and blasphemy, had run rampant across the galaxy.
Until recently, Adonibal led a group of people to rob an Imperial merchant ship.
It was a simple task; it was just a merchant ship protected by a group of mortals.
Adonibal and his subordinates were all dignified Emperor's Children; this was merely a common plunder, an insult to mortals, a massacre and pleasure.
Until a hooded, blood-soaked, enchanted Chaos Astartes wielding a chainaxe emerged from the dark cargo hold.
That strange entity, for some unknown reason, helped the Imperial merchant ship, madly killing over two hundred of Adonibal's brothers. If not for the teleportation function on his Terminator power armor, Adonibal himself would have perished on that cargo ship.
For a Chaos warband, the loss of over two hundred Astartes was almost irreparable; their traitor gene-seed was corrupted, making replenishment inherently difficult.
Fortunately, Erebus sent an invitation at this time, requesting Adonibal to lead the Dilai Zi warband to ambush and harass a ship, and Erebus would provide three hundred pure gene-seeds.
This was originally a good thing, but Erebus also sent someone to take over Dilai Zi.
Slaanesh's Chosen, Lucius, a detestable scoundrel, was unpopular with the Emperor's Children even during the Great Crusade; only the 'good man' Tawiz could barely tolerate him.
Such a person, it was truly unknown how he gained the favor of the Lord of Hunger, becoming Slaanesh's Chosen, and now was about to seize Adonibal's warband.
Kill this scoundrel, this beast, this damned fellow, Adonibal made such a decision.
Then, in a duel, he took Lucius' life, cut off Lucius' head, killed this beast, and even took his sword.
When Erebus learned of this, he indeed showed much more respect for Adonibal and promised that if Adonibal completed the commission, he would be paid four hundred pure gene-seeds.
Adonibal brandished the twisted blade he had snatched from Lucius' hand, effortlessly slicing through an enraged red-armored Primaris who was closing in on him, cutting and tearing his flesh.
What a fine sword!
Holding this sword, Adonibal felt as if he was about to achieve immense glory.
Such a good sword, given to that insignificant fellow Lucius, was truly a pity.
The thought of having slain Slaanesh's Chosen, Lucius, filled Adonibal with a surge of pleasure and pride.
So-called Slaanesh's Chosen were nothing more than this.
Adonibal even felt that he could replace Lucius.
This was not an unfounded delusion; Adonibal truly felt his power growing stronger and stronger.
The Lord of Hunger's blessing seemed to be growing within his body, making his swordsmanship increasingly refined, his strength increasingly powerful, and his pride increasingly profound.
"For the Emperor!" Adonibal let out a sharp, mocking battle cry after slicing through another Primaris Space Marine with his blade.
"Traitor, dare not profane the Emperor's name." Sol Tarvitz growled, swirling towards Chaos Lord Adonibal like a purple storm.
The blade in his hand was sharp and deadly, swift as a bird's beating wings, instantly pointing at Adonibal's throat.
Adonibal shrieked sharply, raising the twisted blade in his hand to clash with Sol Tarvitz's sword.
He noticed Sol Tarvitz's sharp and elegant swordsmanship, as well as his purple power armor and the phoenix motif on his shoulder.
"Ha! Brother, why are you associating with these common mortals?"
Adonibal sneered:
"Have you forgotten your pride as a son of Fulgrim?"
Anger flashed across Sol Tarvitz's face as he growled firmly, "I am a son of Rogal Dorn!"
"..Huh?" This statement made Adonibal momentarily stunned.
Sol Tarvitz seized this fleeting opportunity, throwing a punch that directly struck Adonibal's face.
Adonibal's attention was entirely on Sol Tarvitz's sword, completely oblivious to his fist.
The heavy punch shattered Adonibal's nasal bone, causing him to shriek and tremble as he staggered back repeatedly.
"You little beast, you dare to touch my face————"
Sol Tarvitz truly wanted to press his attack with his sword, but he saw that before Adonibal's words had even finished, he let out a sharp shriek and roar.
"No, what is this?!" Adonibal looked on in horror as his hair suddenly fell out strand by strand, and twisted wrinkles began to appear on his face, causing him to scream uncontrollably.
His power armor twisted and deformed inch by inch, transforming from Terminator power armor into a form-fitting MK4 Maximus power armor covered with distorted, roaring human faces.
Adonibal's face also shifted, becoming one of the roaring, screaming human faces on the chest plate.
Sol Tarvitz looked at the bald, demonic man with a scarred face that Adonibal had become.
Just looking at this man, Sol Tarvitz felt a surge of disdain and hatred rising from his gene-seed.
The man extended an extremely long tongue, licking his lips, and his gaze towards Sol Tarvitz was as if he was admiring an interesting prey.
"Tarvitz...Sol Tarvitz."