Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Horus's spaceship began to shift its orbit, and he and his friends went to the location of the Soul of Vengeance.

But as they went deeper into the subspace, he found anxiously that the strands of golden light, as sharp as a sword, were always following him.

His friends seemed to be afraid of this light, and Horus frowned tightly - because even he himself had a fear of this golden light that he was unwilling to admit.

Horus returned to his room silently. He didn't want to talk to anyone about the fear in his heart.

What made him even more reluctant to recall was his deep dependence on this light.

He couldn't tell where this emotion came from, and even several times, he had the urge to abandon everything and go to that light. He almost did that, if his friends hadn't stopped him in time.

The disordered and chaotic demons gathered together, even if their number was huge, they were just a group of insignificant mobs.

"Roar!" This is, the ugly warriors in red armor have killed all the fallen warriors here, leaving only Abaddon.

"You can do it, Horus."

At this moment, the thin scholar showed a majesty that even Horus could not ignore.

"Of course it's me." The blue-robed scholar answered without hesitation, "It's a predetermined fate that cannot be changed."

The scholar in the blue robe also walked out of the hole in the wall at this moment.

Under such circumstances, he could not fight Horus even more.

"We have no intention of doing so." Although the fallen warriors did not have much loyalty, they were still unwilling to admit betrayal.

"What reason should we use to fight our former father?"

He didn't know who to believe. From a rational point of view, he thought he should believe in his friends, not a stranger. But from an emotional point of view, he was still willing to listen to the man's words.

It didn't seem so credible.

A powerful existence that was somewhat familiar but made him unable to remember who it was was trying to open his head, using psychic energy to impact his consciousness and communicate with him forcefully.

But despite the large number of Chaos ships, their array was loose and there was no tight defense.

But Horus became even more angry.

"Be careful, Horus, my friend, don't be fooled by Him."

There is a figure on each throne, and each figure is shining with endless light, making it difficult to see the specific shape.

A fallen warrior asked him back.

The tall giant smiled happily because he reunited with his father.

The tall giant in heavy armor knelt on one knee in front of the throne, and Horus was confused because it was himself.

The light completely enveloped Horus Lupercal, making it impossible for him to find a dark place to avoid and return.

Horus scolded, but before he finished speaking, the anger and confusion at this moment turned into chains, imprisoning him firmly in place.

"Can you do what you swore?"

"What you did was not from your heart, but the deception of evil"

But this ugly warrior did not give priority to killing the target lying on the ground.

Everything that happened now seemed to be within the opponent's calculations.

"He is just a puppet, a puppet manipulated by Chaos!" Abaddon yelled at the fallen warrior.

However, Horus did not choose to open fire, but chose to board.

"Go away, I have never had a descendant like you."

Horus also looked at his former son.

He no longer avoided the light in front of him, but looked directly at Him.

The power of a Primarch, nothing can stop it.

He was thin, but exuded strong psychic fluctuations.

"Wait!"

But Abaddon still refused to kneel in front of the Father of Genes.

Horus' second companion, an ugly warrior in red armor, suddenly broke through the wall and rushed in. He killed everyone he saw, like an out-of-control and violent beast.

"You still have the possibility of turning back"

"I'll wait for you."

Horus stared at him closely, and the pressure of his gaze tended to Abaddon.

Such a reminder made Horus even more confused.

This power was so huge and unpredictable, like an unstoppable natural disaster. Even as a powerful Primarch, Horus soon lost consciousness and could not feel anything.

Unable to suppress his anger, Horus attacked Abaddon without hesitation.

A perfect voice as pleasant as a wind chime suddenly sounded in Horus's consciousness. It was the voice of his fourth companion.

It seemed that at this moment, the other party had become the incarnation of the fate of the universe.

Abaddon was still seriously injured by Doom the Destroyer, and was no match for the furious Primarch at all.

The scholar spoke slowly and with a strange accent.

His mind was in a mess, with only surging, ash-filled scorched earth and a thick golden and colorful ocean.

If it were not for Nurgle's gift to enhance his vitality, he might have died.

"I will use all necessary means to find you, because you are Horus." The king on the throne had a bit of fatigue in his voice.

He seemed to have understood the identity of the man on the throne, but the truth was always separated from him by a veil-like mist, and he could never see it clearly.

After returning, he was no longer obsessed with the past, but wanted to pursue a greater cause and become the savior of the entire universe.

With the coordinated efforts of Horus and his companions, they boarded the deck of the Vengeful Spirit with little effort.

The voice of surrender in my heart sounded again.

"You mean fate? Who set his fate?!"

In other words, this is Horus from Corsonia, who was himself thousands of years ago, before he betrayed the empire and took over the heavy responsibility of Warmaster.

But something would at least allow him to regain his bearings, his body and his face.

The power derived from the four gods in his body became extremely sluggish at this moment.

But the son he once trusted the most has now fallen to this point, and speaks arrogantly without respect.

The scene that happened thousands of years ago happened again in the eyes of Horus.

Horus looked over with an unkind expression at this moment.

Horus decided to teach him a lesson.

"This is fate, like an extremely precise instrument. Although I also like the variables, some things must be ensured. Horus, Abaddon must die here. This is his fate. You can Take over his legion, and I will enjoy the arc of destiny."

"As I expected, Horus, you really can't do it."

"Who are you, and why do you present the old days in front of me again?" Horus continued to ask, "Why are you persistently looking for me?"

"Abaddon? I'm disappointed in how you look now."

"You have failed me too, Horus," Abaddon said.

The mental coercion from Horus impacted Abaddon's consciousness.

What's worse is that he doesn't know if it's because of the injuries the Doom Slayer inflicted on him, or some other reason.

"Can you do it, Horus?"

The man on the throne seemed to understand the urgency of time, and there was obvious urgency in his words.

"Are you going to rebel?" He asked angrily as he was knocked to the ground.

"Abaddon, you have become a slave to Chaos."

Abaddon gritted his teeth. It was not that he recognized the other party's words, but that the increasingly fierce battle had left him no time to speak.

Roar! ! !

But at this moment, a roar like a wild beast suddenly sounded.

Looking at the other person's foul-smelling figure and swollen cheeks, Horus looked at him carefully as if it was the first time he saw him.

There was a gap between Horus and his companions, and time passed within it.

Horus was not surprised by this.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the purpose of his trip and was completely absorbed in the killing.

When Horus regained consciousness, he found that his friends were looking at him with strange eyes. The emotions contained in these eyes were somewhat permeable, making him obviously disgusted.

With a fierce punch, Horus knocked Abaddon away.

But at this moment, a huge shadow enveloped him, and the shadow of the wolf curled up around him, breathing hot breath.

Four pairs of eyes of different colors, red, green, purple and blue, flashed without any trace.

And his former child, now Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, is on this giant ship at the moment.

"Father, I will swear this oath until death." The tall giant said the oath loudly. These flashy requirements will become the oath he will strictly abide by in the future.

But now, when he is the only one left alive here, the ugly warrior wields his axe, preparing to taste the blood of the Dark Warmaster.

They vary in size, some are just taller than him, and some are bigger than a star.

"Father Horus?! How could you show up!"

Seeing Abaddon's helmet being shattered by him, revealing his ugly face, Horus wanted to kill him several times, but an emotion he didn't want to admit kept him from doing so.

Then he grabbed him in mid-air and smashed him against the hull of the ship.

Horus endured the burning pain in his eyes as he looked at the figures. As far as he could see, there were millions of thrones, millions of figures, and millions of faces. They are strangely shaped and grinning, some are human-like, some are half-human, and some are simply indescribable beings made up of various human limbs.

Hearing the cynicism of his former descendant, Horus burst out in anger.

In the sudden silence, Horus heard millions of magnificent voices singing in unison on those huge thrones,

"Horus from Corsonia, will you serve me, your father, the common master of mankind? Will you offer your loyalty to me and spread light to every inch of the empire? The ocean gives light to all people in the dark night, wisdom to mortals in ignorance, assistance in distress, guidance in hesitation, and help in crisis? "

When he saw Horus, even Abaddon, who had gone through the Demon Ascension Ceremony before, felt as if he had encountered a supernatural event.

"What about you? What are you?" The other party continued to ask him.

Horus sat in a quiet room. He needed some time alone to regain his confidence.

Horus struck him with continuous punches, punch after punch, until the Dark Warmaster's helmet shattered and blood with pus flowed out.

By then, no one will be able to prevent the destruction of the universe.

Many chaotic ships came along the undercurrent of the Sea of ​​Souls, and they surrounded the Soul of Vengeance. The ships were densely packed together, like a planetary ring surrounding the main star.

If he wanted, he could even fire at the Spirit of Vengeance now, and before all the ships could react, he could severely damage the Spirit of Vengeance with the first volley.

For the first time, he became wary of these companions.

Horus walked over, and his heavy footsteps made the Spirit of Vengeance tremble slightly.

Abaddon wanted the Space Marines of the Black Legion to help him, but these fallen warriors chose to ignore his orders.

"Friends, this matter has nothing to do with you." Since Horus could not remember the real names of these people, he used "friends" to refer to them.

Just a glance from a distance, Abaddon and his Black Legion made Horus feel disappointed.

He struggled to block Horus's heavy punch, but was kicked over again and fell heavily on the metal floor.

When he saw Horus's weakness, he was unwilling to succumb to this man again.

Horus could not face his own heart after all, and he planned to let Abaddon go.

Then he lifted Abaddon up, punched him into the air with two punches, and then threw him away like trash.

The purpose of his trip was to retrieve his soul of revenge and his former weapons, not to destroy them.

"I just use chaos." Abaddon replied, and then added, "Compared with you ten thousand years ago, I am fundamentally different."

Horus could not tolerate relying on anything, because that represented weakness. Horus knew Duker, and he knew that once he admitted his weakness, he would even lose the courage to fight Duker, his former brother.

In such an environment, he could not see anything, just floating without any support, like a floating object in a colorful golden ocean. All he could do was to try to stay stable while being dragged away, even though there was no real tangible substance here.

Horus stood there, and he opened his mouth to say something.

In this way, he came to a strange place, a three-dimensional throne mountain, the top of the mountain was simply piled up with mountain-like golden thrones.

Soon, Horus saw his former flagship, the huge Spirit of Vengeance.

Suddenly, Horus felt a strong headache.

He was moved by the scene and couldn't control his tears. Thinking about what happened in the future and how things are different now, Horus felt a huge sadness in his heart.

In such a strange picture, he even saw a tall giant.

The sound of bangs was endless.

The reason why Abaddon can live to this day is not because he has gained any advantage in the confrontation with the ugly warrior.

These chains are like growing out of his body, extremely painful, and every movement makes him almost collapse.

Of course, even if he has no injuries, it is almost impossible to fight Horus.

It asked Abaddon to kneel in front of Horus, but Abaddon did not do so.

He was defeated and then spent ten thousand years unconscious.

"Horus, the first Primarch to serve under the throne, you will stand by my side and open up a glorious era for mankind, an era without dark oppression, an era where human error cannot hinder us."

Abaddon was at a disadvantage and was repeatedly beaten into the wall of the Spirit of Vengeance by Horus.

These were the companions he had been searching for so hard, who could help him accomplish his great cause together.

This damn wizard's trick.

Horus cursed in his heart.