Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"But I am still a clone," Horus said.

The Emperor took a breath, as if he wanted to persuade him, but in the end he seemed to swallow back what he wanted to persuade.

In the end, he just stared at Horus and said sternly: "I don't want to have a debate with you about whether you are Horus or not. The empire needs you now, and you need to shoulder the responsibilities you should bear."

"Your words sound like recruiting." Horus lowered his head, "The recruitment advertisements of the Tyron Army will not say so bluntly that Tyron needs you, the Lord of Tyron needs you, or humanity needs you."

The Emperor was silent for a moment, also lowered his head, and said slowly: "Okay. I don't know what you think, but I think you are Horus, at least functionally you are the same, because you now also have In order to understand the essence abandoned by your original body, according to my standards for the original body, you are Horus."

"Essence?" Horus raised his head, his eyes full of doubts.

"Yes." The Emperor glanced at all the clones present. "The bodies of all the originals were given by me, and their essence is still subspace."

Horus thought for a moment, and then asked: "Is it because those true originals who have rebelled are inherently inclined to one of the gods, such as Magnus leaning towards Tzeentch?"

"That's not the case." The Emperor explained, "Those demonized primarchs are already part of the gods, just like the demons you see. This has nothing to do with their nature."

"Then they..." Horus looked back at Mortarion, Magnus, and other clones whose original bodies had rebelled. "Can they also have the same essence as the original body?"

The Emperor also looked at Mortarion and the others: "It's not about having the same essence, it's not about cloning or copying the essence, it's about having it, just like the demonized body had before it was demonized."

Horus was lost in thought.

"Makado is still waiting for me. He can't hold on to the throne for long."

The Emperor suddenly fell into a trance, and then, like a real reverberation of the past, he could no longer speak and think as if he was in the past and the future at the same time, just like when the reverberation of Horus's true form had just appeared, It was as if I was immersed in a past that I couldn't extricate myself from.

"To the throne."

The emperor seemed to be helped up by something. He stood up slowly and walked towards the golden steps that appeared inexplicably behind him.

Horus had never seen the Emperor so weak.

He was holding his sword, dragging his body with a hole made by the power claws, and walked forward slowly.

"Father..." Horus stretched out his hand in a subconscious attempt to persuade him to stay, but the emperor seemed not to know his existence at all, and just walked lonely towards the end of the golden steps.

Horus already knew the outcome of the duel ten thousand years ago.

The Emperor will be as usual, not explaining or revealing anything to those he cares about.

This psyker carries too much reverence and hatred. In different people's minds, he is a tyrant, executioner, saint, and savior. Those who judge him differently can also come up with persuasive deeds to prove it. Who is the emperor in their mouth?

The Emperor will not explain anything, will not confess, will not curse.

He walked towards the golden throne and silently approached the terrifying torture machine. Of course he knew what kind of torture he would suffer as long as he touched the throne.

For ten thousand years countless people have speculated as to what the Emperor was thinking during his final days on earth.

Perhaps he thought about the future of mankind. Out of love for this species, he got on the torture machine, just to allow mankind to continue to survive for a while.

Perhaps this cold-blooded and cruel tyrant combined knowledge and action, not only treating other people as tools but also treating himself as a tool, and just sat on it as if to function as a tool.

But in any case, the facts presented to humans ten thousand years later are obvious.

The Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, as if he were sitting on a meat grinder. His spiritual energy was extracted and used to block the passage of demons into Terra, and the Star Torch was lit to guide the starships of the human race. Humanity He was able to continue struggling for a full ten thousand years.

Whatever the future holds for the human species…

If extinct, the name of the Emperor would be engraved on the tombstone of the human species.

If it continues to exist, the Emperor will be remembered by individual human beings for generations to come.

"It's over, brothers." Horus turned to look at the other clones. "We will not perish on this damn iron ring."

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

The corruption inflicted on them also dissipated with the reverberation of Horus's true form, and everyone was still alive, which was lucky.

"Indeed, at least we will not be doomed." Ahriman raised the teleportation device and looked at Luperzi, "We should leave here. After we have fought the threat together, the two sides will soon have another dispute."

Luperzi glanced at Ahriman and then at Horus: "Father, I have not joined the Black Legion, and I have never been loyal to Abaddon. Am I still qualified to return to the Legion?"

Horus looked at Luperzi.

Luperzi was wearing armor from 10,000 years ago, and the paint was even from the time when the Legion was called the Luna Wolves, but it was obviously not his armor, but taken from someone else.

Because in the memory of Horus, this warrior named Horus Luperzi was a Terran warrior who joined the legion after the legion was renamed the Sons of Horus.

It is true that Luperzi did not join the Black Legion, but he was not a loyalist either.

The armor on his body has been mutated by chaos corrosion. The sword in his hand is a magic sword with a face and can talk.

Not even Lupelzi himself dared to claim that he was not corrupted by Chaos.

"The Sixteenth Legion has been destroyed." Horus said solemnly, "You will never return to the Legion."

"No, no..." Luperzi shook his head repeatedly, "The legion can still be rebuilt. All it takes is your order, and even the battle brothers temporarily loyal to Abaddon and Vashtor will return!"

"The mutation you suffered is too serious." Horus interrupted Luperzi.

When Luperzi wanted to say something else, Horus scolded: "They will kill you! Even the Tyrones cannot accept someone who holds a magic sword and has been in the Eye of Terror for too long. The remnants of the traitorous legion! They will kill you!"

Luperzi trembled in shock at Horus's scolding. He hesitated for a moment and slowly retreated to Ahriman.

"We will meet again." Luperzi saluted just before teleporting away.

When Ahriman and the two disappeared, Horus looked at the others: "We will lurk here until the Lord of Tyrone returns and the fleet's attack can no longer be blocked. We must continue to fight."