Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"you……"

"You immoral and honorless fake of Horus!"

The dagger failed to completely dispel the reverberations of Horus. Although his reverberations had been cut into pieces, they still existed in the form of rotten meat strips.

This phenomenon that has no physical properties at all proves that Ahriman's plan is indeed effective. Everyone was right in not treating Horus as the real Horus from the beginning. He is indeed an entity formed by the gathering of spiritual energy.

But even a reverb, an entity with gathered spiritual energy, a false puppet, still has terrifying power.

Just the anger from the reverberation of the main body restrained the clone Horus in place, making him unable to move, resist or struggle.

The strong and raging psychic torrent made Clone Horus feel like he was almost being dragged into the subspace, and he even saw countless hallucinations.

Beyond the hallucinations, the conscious mind is stripped away, just like the pain of the flesh being peeled off layer by layer.

When Clone Horus felt that he could no longer hold on and his soul would be torn into pieces by psychic energy, he suddenly felt a warm power.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he was shocked to realize that he was in subspace.

The distorted environment that is completely inconsistent with the rules of real physics is the best explanation of the environment.

But what the clone Horus felt was not fear and pain, but a warm light.

A golden round object released a light that made it difficult for Clone Horus to open his eyes, and slowly fell closer to him.

"Father..." Clone Horus breathed out softly.

The golden sphere instantly reminded Horus of Lord Tyron's description of the Emperor in the Warp.

sun.

It exudes golden light, but is extremely cold.

Contrary to what Lord Tyron said, the clone Horus felt warmth.

Until the ball slowly dropped to the point where Cloning Horus felt hot, and he gradually adapted to the dazzling light and tried his best to look directly at the ball in front of him, he was stunned.

That's not a golden sun at all.

It was an abominable looking thing.

The sphere itself is an eyeball emitting golden light, and there are countless smaller eyes scattered around the big eyeball like green moss covering the walls.

And behind the eyeball, there are huge wings that slowly unfold.

"Angel?" Clone Horus instantly searched his brain to find where he had seen this ghost thing.

That was the appearance of the so-called angel engraved on historical relics by humans in the extremely ancient era of Terra.

Not a handsome man with wings, but a monster with wings, which looked extremely terrifying.

The angel in front of him was indeed hateful and terrifying, but he could not make Clone Horus feel even the slightest bit vigilant or horrified, because the light emitted by the angel was so warm.

It's like the will and soul are taking a nap next to a cozy campfire.

The angel looked directly at the clone Horus.

Clone Horus looked at the angel.

The huge wings slowly unfolded, and the light became more dazzling and warmer.

Then the spiritual energy that bound the cloned Horus dissipated instantly, and everything in front of him disappeared, replaced by the environment he was originally in.

But it wasn't because of anything the angels did.

In the eyes of Clone Horus, a black figure with wings on its back stood in front of him.

The reverberation of his body has been torn into pieces and gradually disappeared.

"Corax!" Guilliman, who was the first to wake up, yelled at Horus, "It's Corax! It was he who completely dispelled the reverberation of your body just now and saved you! It's Corax!"

Guilliman didn't want Horus, who had just recovered, to think that the crow demon was an enemy, so he shouted to remind Horus.

But Horus himself didn't have any hostility towards the crow demon. He also saw the "demon" give his body the final blow of the reverberation at that moment.

But he couldn't believe that the thing in front of him was Corax.

Corax glanced at Horus, said nothing, and disappeared without a trace the next second.

Even his clones don't know where he went.

This is the characteristic of Corax who accepts his essence. His appearance is different every time he appears, and no one can find out where he goes.

The reverberation of Horus's true form disappeared.

Corax's true form disappeared.

Psychic blasts are no longer constant.

The battle is over.

The feeling of relief made Horus, the clone master, almost lose his balance, but the clone Corax rushed from behind and supported him.

Only then did Horus realize that his body was like burned charcoal. There were obvious signs of burning, but he was covered in frost.

But the matter does not end there. Everyone still needs to deal with another person, and that is the emperor's reverberation.

"Ahem——"

The emperor coughed out spiritual blood from his mouth. Some golden steps appeared under his body at some point. He slowly sat on the steps, leaning on his sword to ensure that he would not lie down.

However, as a psychic reverberant, the Emperor was obviously not feeling uncomfortable because the injuries on his body affected his physical body, but because he was also dissipating.

Dots of golden light were like reflected raindrops, slowly rising to the sky.

As an echo was created in the Warp of that far-reaching and earth-shattering duel ten thousand years ago, when the reverberations of Horus dissipate, the Emperor will also become part of the turbulent sea of ​​souls in the Warp.

He himself comes from the sea of ​​souls.

But the Emperor himself is not incapable of controlling this psychic entity in the past or future.

"You killed it, Horus." The Emperor looked at Horus, "You dispelled the reverberation of your body. You are firm, wise, and strong... Your performance just now proved that you possess these excellent qualities. .”

"I am not Horus." Horus put the dagger back on his waist. "I am just a clone of your sixteenth descendant, born in the hands of a vicious bastard."

He never considered himself to be the real Horus, like the other clone Primarchs.

They may not be able to accept it, but they all have to admit that they were created by a vicious bastard named Fabius using taboo means.

"I indirectly influenced Fabius." The emperor gasped weakly, "I have to admit at least this among the many angry comments your body made on me during the battle just now."

Horus frowned, he couldn't believe that the Emperor actually influenced Fabius.

He felt angry and helpless because he was both a clone of a poor sinner and, in the eyes of others, born of a hateful traitor to the Emperor's Children.

"In the current Empire, if someone wants to clone the original body, his fate will make my hair stand on end." The Emperor looked at Horus and said, "You are a masterpiece that I am proud of, and you too It cannot be born casually into the hands of a traitor."