Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The claws of Horus were dripping with blood.

And when its holder slowly stopped and looked forward, the blood on the Horus Claw drained away.

Only a few feathers were left on it.

Just by seeing the feathers, the clones could figure out who the feathers came from.

Apparently Sanguinius, who was brutally killed ten thousand years ago.

Looking at the feathers on the claws of Horus, the clone Sanguinius fell into horror.

He felt that this was shameful because he was afraid of an enemy, but he could not restrain this fear because it radiated from the depths of his soul and could not be suppressed.

Not only Sanguinius, but other clones also felt fear, fear radiating from the depths of their souls.

It was as if what was in front of them was not the true form of Horus at all, but a killing machine driven by terrifying destructive power.

"Since he is the remnant of that duel, won't we be killed by him?" Clone Horus clenched his sword tightly, asked Magnus in a nervous tone, and took a step forward, standing On top of all the brothers.

"Of course we will be killed by him!" Magnus replied, his eyes scanning the dust floating in the air.

Those dusts were originally from the opposing sides on the battlefield, but they instantly turned into fly ash after the appearance of Horus himself.

This proves that the last trace of Horus's body in front of him in reality and subspace also has the ability to destroy others.

Magnus couldn't figure out the specific principle, and he was not in the mood to study it now, but he could guess that just like psychic interference and distortion of reality, although the Horus in front of him was at his peak ten thousand years ago, The remnants of the decisive battle are not the real body, and even the reality cannot be compared to the clone, but this does not mean that he is just a harmless phantom.

"Brothers... you are all here."

Horus himself looked at the clone masters in front of him.

From the perspective of Horus himself, all his brothers were standing in the Vengeful Spirit, everyone looking at him.

And he himself is not that ferocious-looking.

Until Horus' eyes swept over each "brother" and finally saw his own clone.

"no no……"

"You are all a bunch of damn fakes!"

Horus let out a soul-shaking roar, and all the clones were on the verge of losing their combat power at this moment.

Magnus was shocked by the psychic power erupted from the reverberations of the past and future by Horus's body. Just a roar made him lose his will to fight, and he began to think.

Based on the information he just saw in his psychic vision, Magnus believes that the true body of Horus is just the reverberation of the waves caused by the earth-shattering battle ten thousand years ago in the past and future, in subspace and the real universe. It was just the remaining power of the already dead Horus.

This Horus is the black that confronts the gold. He was obviously attracted by the unknown ether storm that just broke out.

Looking back just now, Magnus also discovered that the gold and black he saw fighting each other not only appeared on the Vengeful Spirit, but also appeared at multiple time points in the past.

For example, Cadia is experiencing life and death.

"You are still of some use." Horus himself did not launch a direct attack. "Even if you are abominable fakes, even if you are a blasphemy to my brothers... you are still a good container."

Magnus saw Horus raise his power claw, admiring the remaining feathers on it.

"You will serve as vessels."

"Let most of my brothers who are like lost lambs wake up and contribute to causes that can truly save mankind."

The clone masters who heard these words felt that they would be killed immediately.

But the remnants of that duel ten thousand years ago were not limited to Horus.

As a golden light illuminated the entire battlefield, another tall and muscular figure appeared behind Horus holding the Emperor's Sword and slashed at him.

Like a fateful call, the sudden attack immediately put Horus into a fighting state. He no longer paid attention to the clones in front of him, but directly faced the golden figure.

That was none other than the Emperor.

In the eyes of the clone Primarchs except Magnus, that was undoubtedly the Emperor himself.

When they saw him, the clone masters even felt that the familiar emperor from ten thousand years ago was resurrected, stood up from the golden throne, and stood in front of them.

But in Magnus's eyes, whether it was the Emperor he was familiar with ten thousand years ago in his memory, or the Horus who continued his selfless duel with the Emperor, they were just surging spiritual energy, composed of the roaring torrent of ether. Nearly real entities.

"Don't call them fakes." The Emperor and Horus fought hand to hand. "They are the insurance for your loyal brothers. They are the only salvation for the rebels led by you, the damn traitor!"

"It was you who betrayed humanity first! Father!" Horus slashed at the emperor with all his strength, "The great cause in your mouth is just a lie, a stepping stone for you to realize your ambition. I am the salvation of humanity, I am The only demigod who is loyal and serves this weak species!"

Every move made by the two sides in the fight, refutation and argument can set off an impact with astonishing power, and every word resounds like thunder across the battlefield.

When he saw the reverberation of the Emperor in that duel, Magnus was extremely happy, and he even felt a secret joy as if he was relieved to have escaped.

But when the Emperor's reverberation helped them break out of the siege and fight Horus, Magnus's heart went cold.

Because the battle in front of us is too terrifying. Every slash and even every word spoken by the two warring parties sets off waves in the current space. The only residual aftermath of the turbulent psychic duel is enough to deal a huge blow to others who cannot intervene in the battle. People cause harm.

At this time, even a mortal knows that this is not a battle that he can intervene in, but knowing is one thing, being able to react is another.

The clones couldn't even escape. They were not as good at psychic powers as Magnus. At this time, they truly realized how powerful Horus was, who had been twisted and infused with power by the four gods, and how powerful Horus was. How did Russ seriously injure the Emperor 10,000 years ago?

"Horus! Horus!"

Magnus struggled to hold up the psychic barrier and shouted the name of his clone brother. Every hoarse cry was accompanied by a large gush of blood. The constant psychic impact made him unable to stand alone.

When Clone Horus heard the shout, he thought it was not his clone that Magnus was calling. He did not react for a moment until Magnus, while maintaining the psychic barrier, reached out and sucked Clone Horus into the barrier. internal.

On the ever-changing battlefield, amidst the reverberations of the earth-shattering duel ten thousand years ago, the clone masters hid in the tiny barriers standing in the corners, watching the battle that they could not intervene at all.