Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Magnus struggled to maintain the barrier, and cracks began to appear in the protective entity materialized by psychic energy.

Whenever the Emperor and Horus came into contact, the cracks would open or widen.

Some wanted to help Magnus, and some wanted to get involved in the fight instead of just watching, but none of them could be of much help.

Clone Horus watched the Emperor fight with his own form. He didn't know that they were echoes, or why they appeared. He only saw the present.

At least now, his true form is at war with the Emperor.

The battle between the two sides is not only a duel in force, but also a confrontation in thinking.

When he just woke up and learned a little bit about the Great Rebellion, Clone Horus couldn't believe that his own body had rebelled, because he asked himself and couldn't find the reason for the rebellion.

Thinking of the Astartes as higher than mortals is a problem.

But even if there is no place for Astartes in the Mortal Council, it will not be so troublesome that they will rebel.

But then the clone Horus understood, and he knew the reason for the rebellion.

Just like this time.

Horus kept shouting about how much he had done for humanity, and kept blaming the Emperor's ambitions and conspiracies.

His thinking was based on the fact that the Emperor had a conspiracy. He felt that he was fighting for the human race, rather than worshiping a certain god and fulfilling the will of a certain god like that bastard Lorgar.

From the current perspective, Horus's worries are completely meaningless, and it seems like a rhetoric to cover up the truth, because he has actually succumbed to the power of destruction, and it is unknown whether he still has a self.

But after thinking about it carefully, Clone Horus felt that the story about the emperor's stepping stone to godhood recorded in history was actually quite scary.

"Can you teleport the others away?" Clone Horus looked back at Magnus.

Magnus felt that his psychic energy was on the verge of overload, and the severe pain caused him to almost break his teeth. There was no way he could send the others away.

Perhaps the clone brothers' questions were too much, but Magnus still struggled to respond: "You...why don't you let me...dispel the reverberation left by your original body! Your ability to be considerate and empathic Was it shaved off along with your hair!”

Horus said nothing more and turned his head to look at the earth-shattering battle.

The father who seemed omnipotent in the memory of Clone Horus had been defeated by his true form, showing his decline.

This is not surprising, because the clone Horus knew about the duel.

The Emperor even attempted to seize more power from the Warp before beginning the duel, fearing that he would not be able to defeat Horus, who had become a puppet of the gods.

At this time, Horus was focused on the confrontation with the Emperor. He didn't care about the clones at all, so he was not vigilant.

For some unknown reason, the cloned Horus held onto his weapon tightly and took unsteady steps, his eyes fixed on the back of his body and the emperor who was gradually declining.

When he was about to step out of the barrier, Russ and Rogal Dorn grabbed his arms and dragged him back.

"We have to help father!" Horus shouted over his shoulder.

"They are not our father and your true body, they are just psychic entities!" Magnus shouted, "All we can do is survive before they dissipate!"

The hum of the psychic barrier about to break interrupted what Magnus wanted to shout. He looked at the top of his head with stunned eyes. A crack had expanded to the entire barrier under the continuous psychic impact.

Magnus's heart was hanging in the air. He seemed to be able to see the barrier rupture in the next second, and then he and his clone brothers would be hit to the core by the impact, and finally turn into floating ashes.

At this critical moment, a blue figure suddenly emerged from the opened spiritual rift, and then also used spiritual energy to prop up the barrier that was about to be broken.

Magnus looked in shock and saw a Space Marine wearing a horned helmet.

Its decoration and color scheme were the same as those of the Thousand Sons Legion in his memory, but there were variations in the armor.

"Ahriman?"

Just relying on the perception of specific ways of using psychic energy, Magnus was able to detect the face hidden under the thick horned helmet through the thick horned helmet.

It was Azhak Ahriman, the former first company commander of the Thousand Sons Legion.

Ahriman did not respond. He took out a sphere and used it to drive it with spiritual energy. Then he opened a crack under everyone's feet. Everyone escaped from the dangerous battlefield and instantly arrived in a dark and secluded place.

Ahriman felt exhausted just to help Magnus resist psychic powers. He had no way to create a portal out of thin air, so he just used a treasure he had acquired in his long career of seeking knowledge.

Thanks to the appearance of Ahriman and the trophies he gained from his experience, everyone was temporarily safe from danger.

However, after teleporting out and seeing the new environment, the clones still felt unsafe.

It is unknown who built this dark and secluded shelter, which is still located within the iron ring.

The ground is littered with the corpses of Iron Warriors and demons.

Another Space Marine sat on the pile of corpses. Looking at the people suddenly teleported in front of him, he asked Ahriman: "Come back so soon?"

Ahriman said nothing.

Magnus was surprised by Ahriman's appearance without looking at the other Space Marine.

Only Horus paid special attention to the Space Marine sitting on the mountain of corpses, because he found that the armor of this Space Marine was exactly the same as that of the Legion of the Sons of Horus that he had commanded back then, but there was also a slight mutation, and he was holding the armor in his hand. A magic sword that seems to have evil written on it.

"Our cooperation is over, Luperzi." The silent Ahriman suddenly spoke to the Space Marine, "The father of the cloned genes you dream of is standing in front of you, and that damn Fabius lied to you. With me, he already got the clones out."

Hearing this, the warrior named Luperzi stood up suddenly. His eyes swept over all the clones one by one, and finally landed on Horus.

At this time, although the Thunder Warrior armor on Horus was broken, the helmet was still there, but Luperzi still believed Ahriman's words, because he felt some kind of throbbing from the moment these people appeared.

"Are you my father's clone?" Luperzi asked tremblingly.

Horus remained silent because he could tell that the Luperzi in front of him was not a loyalist.

"Did you save me for the same purpose as this guy?" Magnus asked Ahriman.

He couldn't believe that Ahriman would lend a helping hand, because even in his limited memory, he felt that his body and the company commander were not getting along so happily, and there were even more differences later.

"Obviously not."

Ahriman shook his head, turned around, walked to the chair and sat down, looking directly into Magnus's eyes without hesitation.

"It was by chance that I went to where you are. I saw a strange psychic prophecy, and then I was going to investigate the sudden storm."

"Then I saw you."

"I just wanted to help resolve a misunderstanding."

"The Son of Horus and I were thrown into the webway together. When we were released, we were in the war between you and Vashtor. We were forced to fight, but we didn't want to get involved in this war at all, let alone No intention of serving Vashtor."

Ahriman explained a few words in a calm tone, and then made a request to Magnus: "There must be a special path for you to appear in the iron ring. Tell me about it, and then we will work together to leave this ghost place."