Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 835 [277.] Wolf God, the Emperor’s kindness is not over yet, loyalty! Sincerity!

(Fuck, I thought I set a scheduled update but I didn't. Luckily I checked it out of habit at night. I almost missed the perfect attendance. Red Bean Paste Private Marseille. I'll change the update to the evening in the future. I can't get up at 7am to post chapters.)

(The Wolf God is Horus in the original timeline, and [Horus] is another destiny line)

Another fate line

[Sorry... I, I never thought about it...]

[Horus]'s pupils trembled, and he stared at the opposite side, as if a miracle was standing there, even though he had seen nothing before?

——Angron, who is more frowning than being naked, Sanguinius, who is like a devil crawling out of hell, and the cruelty and murderous intent in the eyes of the modest gentleman Mortarion in a trance... What has he not seen?

But this was certainly something he had never seen before.

[Horus] subconsciously took a deep breath and looked at the Primarch opposite him who was only wearing light armor. The wolf-shepherd god Horus was standing there with a slightly awkward but polite smile on his face.

Another self was discovered on a planet on the edge of the Luna Wolves' territory. When Horus Lupercal was seen by a Luna Wolves squad that was escorting crude oil - that squad almost thought they had seen a ghost.

The [Shadow Moon Wolves] saw a tall man who looked very much like their own legion commander, but without the Chaos version.

The captain of the Shadow Moon Wolves almost ordered to open fire, or directly applied for an extermination order, but because the whole thing was extremely strange, and the man kindly expressed that he wanted to meet their legion commander and was willing to accept house arrest by the Moon Wolves.

So, after a tense forty-eight hours, the Wolf Shepherd God came before his other self.

The wolf-herding god Horus Lupercal was dressed very simply. He did not wear any badges or runes that could reveal his identity or the culture of the legion. The plain linen cloth naturally fell under his dull white armor, and the fur of wild beasts was draped over his shoulders. Perhaps the only ornament on his body was the black ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

The ring looked like it had been struck by lightning. Its original color might not have been black, but it turned into charred black under the thunder of psychic lightning. A deep and sharp crack ran through the ring. From the edge of the crack, people could glimpse and guess that the original material of the ring was gold. In the very middle of the crack, a scarlet cat's eye was inlaid.

[Horus]'s eyes flashed, and the scarlet stone winked at him.

The Wolf Shepherd God sighed, looked at his other self, and opened his arms.

[I have never imagined such a scene. ]

The wolf-shepherd god Horus felt a little depressed, perhaps because of the Emperor's hasty farewell, leaving him alone to go deep into the enemy's lair to persuade them to rebel.

He looked at his other self, but the Wolf God was not like the other Primarchs, who were shocked by the other chaotic version of himself. After all, seriously speaking, the [Horus] in front of him now was not even as Chaotic as he was when he went against the grain.

The unknown one [Horus], he was wearing heavy armor, all in black color. The original decoration of the Imperial double-headed eagle had long been turned into a Chaos Eight-pointed Star. The wolf-shepherd god [Horus] smelled the breath and power of Chaos from it. There was no doubt that his other self was also relying on the power of Chaos.

But it still did not surprise the Wolf God. As I said before, the degree of his behavior was far less than what he was back then.

Thinking of this, the Wolf God felt that this was an excellent joke from hell - if he was not the protagonist.

[I am yourself from another destiny line, Horus Lupercal.]

The Wolf Shepherd God said, stretching his arms as wide as possible - his attitude might be a little too humble, but that was no problem, after all, he arrived alone at the fiefdom of another Chaos [Horus].

Horus would not despise his own lowliness. Since being resurrected by the Emperor, he has lost his temper.

There is no need, and no right, to be angry. The massacres of the past are still the shackles from hell, tightly binding Horus himself.

In those moments when he was not being watched, when he was away from the Emperor, Horus sometimes questioned why the Emperor allowed him to live.

Perhaps disappearing in the Heresy was the best option for Horus. This way he wouldn't have to face his already fragmented legion, nor would he have to make Sanguinius sad and lost again.

But the Emperor, Neos, the King, still insisted on resurrecting him, regardless of the opposition of the other Primarchs, and without even asking Horus for his opinion.

Horus felt that he should be annoyed or dissatisfied with the Emperor's choice, but his sins were too great, so he would never question the Emperor again.

The only choice he has now is loyalty, absolute loyalty.

He tried his best to suppress the confusion and dissatisfaction in his heart and complete the Emperor's task. Even if Neos asked Horus to die now, Horus would not hesitate at all.

In fact, Horus’s current mentality is not an absolutely healthy one, but for the Emperor, it is enough.

Or maybe he was expecting just such a Horus - the Emperor was never pure, his only pure love was given to all of humanity, and the rest of the individuals could not, and were not sufficient to, bear the pure love from the Emperor.

Of course, the Emperor gave the Wolf-God most of his paternal love among all the Primarchs, but that did not mean he would not make use of his child.

If Hades were to translate it simply, it would be——

It's a trap, but it has to be a trap.

[What a surprise.]

[Horus] circled around his other self, which might be a bit rude, but he was too shocked. Besides, this was his territory and the other side seemed to have no ability to fight back.

[Guilliman once told us about the possibility of another destiny. I thought you would...]

[Horus]'s voice trailed off, as if he was unsure of his words.

More pure?

The wolf god smiled and said, Horus looked up at him, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

[You once succumbed to Chaos in another world line?]

Yes.

Chaos is a scar that is difficult to wash away throughout your lifetime. Once you fall into it, you will always carry its scent with you for the rest of your life - even if you have repented, even if you have been reborn, even if you have shaved off most of your soul.

But this breath will still follow you, like a shadow.

【That’s right,】

Horus did not shy away from his crimes, although this was not a problem at all for the other Chaos version of Horus.

[I once believed the lies of Chaos' whispers, and ultimately made a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life.

But this is only in the world I live in. In my world, most of the primarchs and legions have chosen the right path. Only I and a few others have fallen. 】

[Is it because of following?]

[Horus] ignored the offense of his other self, because he was unknown in this line of fate. This [Horus] was obviously more easy-going, while the other wolf-shepherd god was because of atonement + there was no legion following him.

[Following the fall of a powerful Primarch, like Sanguinius? Like Guilliman?]

The Wolf Shepherd God sighed, shook his head, and looked up into the eyes of his other self. The other self was obviously quite curious about the Wolf Shepherd God's answer.

As for Horus, he could think of the reason why he made important decisions, mostly by referring to other people's choices. He never tried to be the first, nor was he the alternative.

Being unknown is a choice that can wisely remove oneself and the legion from the vortex of conspiracy and protect oneself.

As for Horus, he was more inclined to this, because he was not favored by the Emperor and met with the Emperor's displeasure when he returned, so his personality became more reclusive.

[On the contrary.]

The Wolf Shepherd God's eyes did not blink, and at a certain moment, an extremely terrifying light flashed in his eyes.

[I led my legion into corruption. I chose this myself. I thought most of the legions had rebelled, and I was the only warmaster who could stop them, so I took the path of gaining more power and ended up in pieces.]

[etc?!]

[Horus] looked at the wolf-shepherd god in astonishment. If he had hair, perhaps all of his hair would have stood up by now. He obviously could not understand the meaning of the wolf-shepherd myth.

[Warmaster?! I mean—Warmaster?! Wait, I mean, did you think you could be the Warmaster, or were you the Warmaster?!]

[Horus] was fidgeting. He could no longer stand and subconsciously paced around the room. Warmaster, Warmaster, what did this mean?

This means that the other self in the destiny is stronger than Guilliman!!! Chaos!!! Can he really surpass that Guilliman?! Moreover, if the Guilliman in the destiny becomes weak, he still has to surpass Sanguinius, Finus and others - is the other self in the destiny really that powerful?!

Horus had never imagined this so arrogantly. For him, it was already difficult to compete with Sanguinius. Since returning to the Empire, he had always positioned himself in the "failed children series" of the Emperor.

[I was a Warmaster.]

This sentence also made the Wolf God frustrated, but he adjusted his mentality in time and cheered himself up again.

Through previous conversations and observations, the Wolf Shepherd God realized what kind of existence his other self was. Fortunately and unfortunately, he was not favored by the Emperor, so he did not bear such heavy and glorious responsibilities and expectations like himself.

The other self then grew up freely and at will, without anyone's expectations, and with the encouragement of the Moon Wolves around him.

So that’s how it is…

The Wolf God's eyes darkened, and the existence of his other self seemed to awaken him - compared with the Chaos version of himself, the Emperor treated him so tolerantly that he didn't even make much achievements on his home planet - especially when compared with Dorn or Guilliman.

The Emperor's grace... is so great...

The Wolf Shepherd God coughed, even though it stopped himself from falling into overly confused thoughts again. He looked at his other self and gave him an encouraging smile.

[Yes, after being inspected by the Emperor, he considered me his eldest son, the first son to return, so he paid great attention to the Shadow Moon Wolves. Among the many legions, the Shadow Moon Wolves under my command are the best, without a doubt.

——They can easily conquer planets that other legions cannot, win every battle, and win over countless human planets to surrender! The ability of the Moon Wolves is beyond doubt, they are the best, and so am I. 】

Horus could hardly help but speak in a tone of glory and loyalty, but the next moment, his face turned pale again and he became listless.

After the peak, comes the fall.

He paused, and tried not to dwell on the fragmentation of the Sons of Horus that had taken place in his absence.

[Unbelievable... It's really unbelievable.]

[Horus] shook his head, his eyes shining, filled with a light that the wolf god could hardly distinguish, with envy, but also surprise and sympathy.

[Excuse me, but being watched by the Emperor, don’t you feel…painful?]

【? ! 】

Now, even though the Wolf Shepherd God has no hair, you can vividly sense that he is furious, goose bumps pop up on his scalp, and his eyes are wide open, as if he has heard the funniest words.

This is as ridiculous as saying that the sun shouldn't rise in the sky.

Perhaps the Wolf God had felt pain at the high expectations of the Emperor, but he would never admit this, never, never - no one should say this, because compared to this insignificant pain, the Emperor's gaze was the greatest gift.

The Wolf God should have realized that the human masters in the two destiny lines were different, but this question was too shocking and completely beyond his imagination.

[How could this be?! This is of course——absolutely impossible!]

The Wolf God said loudly, this sentence does not even require thinking, it is a rebuttal from the heart and soul,

Then, he realized what was happening, and his tone of voice suddenly changed, as if the music had suddenly been cut off.

[Oh no, no no no no no, I know what the problem is, my friend, I'm sorry, I was presumptuous, what I meant is that you and I are on different destiny lines, so we can't simply and crudely compare our differences. In fact, other people are also very different. ]

The Wolf Shepherd's tone became smoother, he smiled, and tiny wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, just like a pyramid scheme leader preparing for a move.

[In my opinion, in the eyes of all the people in the Empire who have conscience, virtue, and loyalty, the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, is the greatest man, without a doubt. He is the embodiment of all human virtues, and represents the aspirations of all mankind for tens of thousands of years. He is kind, glorious, and powerful. No one does not love him. Anyone who sees him for the first time will be deeply impressed by him, willing to kneel before him, holding his hands, and begging him to accept their loyalty and sacrifice.]

[He is the sun that illuminates human civilization, the eternal sun, the one who selflessly shines his light on the earth. His vision runs through the entire past and future, so that not many people can understand him, because most human beings are short-sighted.]

In fact,

The Wolf Shepherd God took a deep breath and smiled naturally and happily. He had regretted many things, but he never regretted being a Primarch and the descendant of the Emperor.

He has no regrets about this.

[The Emperor, I mean the Emperor I have, is the greatest man. In human history, there will never be another individual as great as him.]

Fortunately, Sanguinius is not here now, otherwise the archangel might vomit mercilessly, even vomiting out yesterday's dinner. Then the archangel would collapse in his own vomit in pain because of these words, struggling with his wings like a chicken with a knife on the neck, and lose consciousness.

These words of the Wolf Shepherd God would earn him ridicule from most of his brothers.

But obviously he meant it, of course he meant it.

And the other [Horus] obviously also listened.

[This is really, really hard to imagine.]

Horus said, frowning, as if trying to comprehend the meaning of these words - a kind and virtuous Emperor, is this possible? This is obviously unlikely.

[So……]

[Horus] raised his doubts, and from his perspective,

[So it was your emperor who fell, and you fell with him, right——]

Before the word "Ma" was uttered, a fist had already reached in front of Horus. Horus suddenly stretched out his hand to block the fist. The two of them exerted their strength, and the fist of the wolf god trembled.

The next moment, the wolf-herding statue reacted, retracted its hand, and apologized as much as possible.

[Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't think about your question, I attacked subconsciously - the Emperor is always loyal and always pure, in fact, it was me, I betrayed him. ]

Any other Primarch might have been enraged by the attack of the Wolf-God, but standing here was Horus, a marginal Primarch who was often ridiculed by his brothers.

Compared to the fist of the wolf god, Horus cared more about the meaning of the wolf myth. It was almost unimaginable to him, of course he could hardly imagine it.

The thought of a good, human Emperor and another who was himself an exceptional Primarch who had chosen to betray was dizzying for Horus.

He didn't even know how to start for a moment. He initially thought that it was the Emperor who had fallen, and then he himself had followed -

After all, he was not one who was good at starting rebellions, and [Horus] often liked to follow.

On the other hand, as far as the Emperor that Horus knew was concerned, "corruption" seemed to be a high probability event.

In Horus's cognition,

When Guilliman and Mortarion raised the banner of rebellion, it was precisely to prevent the Emperor from falling and sacrificing the entire empire, leading to the destruction of mankind.

In other words, in another fateful line, the Emperor is a good man, and Horus is an extremely powerful and independent Primarch who even chooses to betray the Emperor.

So... can he also choose... to be the first to raise the banner of rebellion? The unknown [Horus]? Can you do this...?

Horus had a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He had thought about betraying the tyrant Guilliman, but the reality and the advice of his best friends suppressed the anger in his heart time and time again. Over the long years, Horus obeyed his nature time and time again.

[You betrayed him?]

The Wolf God's throat choked, and he finally faced the topic.

He nodded heavily without further explanation.

He didn't want to explain, he chose to plead guilty.

Horus swallowed.

He now has many questions, many, many questions, such as if he had betrayed himself, why is his other self now fine? And why is his other self here, why did he come to find him? What does the other emperor look like, can he go and take a look?

But now, at this moment, [Fenus] is dispatching troops to the [Shadow Moon Wolf]'s fiefdom.

[Horus Lupercal] only cares about one issue, only the issue that he cares about.

[When you decide to betray, are you sure you can win? Or... do you have allies around you?]

The Wolf Shepherd God shook his head, his eyes unclear.

[I was so caught up in my fantasy that I couldn’t get out of it, so my brothers didn’t want to follow me—and they were right.]

【as well as,】

The Wolf Shepherd God took another deep breath.

I thought I was strong enough to defeat one or two legions, but if they all united against me, the Sons of Horus would have a hard time winning—

But in my opinion at that time, if I could "help" the Emperor, then I would do it, even if the entire legion was burned to ashes with me. This was my loyalty and ambition. 】

Before he finished speaking, the Wolf God looked at Horus. He hadn't even mentioned the betrayal yet, but his other self was so interested in it...

Looking at it this way... the other me... might not be as docile as I imagined.

The Wolf Shepherd God added,

[I tried to win over other legions at the time. In fact, the empire has never been a monolithic entity... Legions will never be completely united. You know what I mean. This is indeed a tragedy.]

But Horus' eyes sparkled again when he heard these words, and he spoke with great interest - the wolf-shepherd god knew it was a sure thing.

He knew that his mission of persuading the rebels was accomplished.

This was too easy, and completely beyond Horus Lupercal's own expectations, but this was the fact. Horus had long been rebellious, and he only needed a confirmation... an example...

...One, an affirmation from himself.

[To win over…]

[Horus] said subconsciously, but he would not discuss this topic with the Wolf God. It was too dangerous to discuss these things with a Primarch who had a different stance, so he suppressed the fire that was surging in his heart and changed the subject.

[But I am more curious about your emperor...what kind of existence is he?]

…………………………

【Original destiny line】

【The Emperor is a bastard.】

[I agree.]

Mortarion rolled his eyes. He was too lazy to communicate with the other self who was talking to him, nor was he too lazy to pay attention to the other side. When he saw a pink and purple snake as big as a bucket twisting and winding towards him, the Primarch flapped his wings decisively and left.

Mortarion laughed, turned his head, and hissed.

[Herri, what's wrong?]

The snake crawled over the corpses of countless Death Guards and Necrons, and stood up in front of Mortarion, hissing and spitting out its core. The entire upper body of the snake twisted and swelled, with strange long strips protruding on both sides, and then transformed into six arms.

A pretty but elongated face appeared, and before the facial features were fully formed, it started to giggle.

[Motarion] looked normal, this was [Herrera's] usual way of delivering letters.

"You should go check out the ghouls,"

The sweet tone was like a snake's tail wrapped around a person, and he smiled angrily.

"Look at the two Saints Guinius, they get along so well. Why are you so stiff?"

[Don't be ridiculous, Herrera. Didn't you see the mockery of another me? I thought you had been rejected enough.]

[Mortarion] also smiled. He knew what [Herrera] was talking about. The ghoul [Sanguinius] had rebellious intentions - he was so sure of this now.

The snake demon possessed by Lady Psyche patted its tail and covered its mouth with its hands while laughing.

"Who told you to look at the little...little guy opposite you like that at the beginning?"

She had better not say the word "Pluto" for now, otherwise the snake demon she was using to convey the message would die instantly.

"Don't you know how to be polite first?"

[It was the other me who directly exposed me,]

Mortarion spread his hands and sighed.

[It is he who is stingy, not us.]

"Whatever you think."

[Madame Psyche] shook her head, stretched out her hand, and scratched the air.

"But you should pay attention to other people instead of focusing on that... person."

[I will.]

Mortarion smiled again, a smile that was genuine, as if it came from the heart, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

[But I'm not the most selfish one. Who, upon hearing that he was still alive, immediately abandoned his general and ran away? Leaving poor, helpless, and in desperate need of help, Mortarion alone?]

Fortunately, Mortarion had already flown away, otherwise, if he had heard "himself" say this, he would have probably slashed the rebel with his sickle with a pale face.

"Ahem, I'm going to accompany those two idiots and ensure their safety."

[Lady Psyche] immediately cleared herself of suspicion and twisted her snake body subconsciously. The sunlight that penetrated the smoke shone on her body. Along with the dazzling light of scale bullets passing across the sky, countless fine scales rippled like water.

[Then I guess Vox and Typhons are safe now.]

Mortarion curled his lips in sarcasm.

"Can that be my problem?!"

When this was mentioned, Lady Psyche became furious.

"Look at Vox! He rushed directly to the area where the enemy was most concentrated! And Typhons - I don't even bother to scold him! This guy has never been lucky - can you believe that he was taken away by the greenskin fighter plane?!"

[What?]

[Mortarion] frowned, and wrinkles piled up on his brows. He was not too worried about [Typhus]. As long as he was not killed by Hades, [Typhus] could always be resurrected.

But he had previously instructed Typhons to pay attention to the Tyranid genome, but now it seems that this cannot be done.

Thinking of this, Mortarion sighed subconsciously in his heart. Now the world will have the disaster of Tyranids... However, let's get rid of other forces first. After that, it will not be Mortarion's business.

[Our two warriors are indeed a bit too rude. They left our lady behind and asked you to deliver the message. Thank you for your hard work, Herilla.]

The snake demon covered his face, laughed exaggeratedly twice, and waved his hands.

"Mortarion, I kind of miss the straightforward you on Barbarus. You're not who you were back then."

Mortarion: Relieved.

[I also miss myself back then, but that’s in the past, and we all have to learn to change... Herrera, thank you for your attention, I don’t think I need to persuade you too much, you know what you should do, I know you miss him, but don’t be too obsessed with him...]

[I know this is painful for you, Herrera, but now is not the time for you and me to give up our responsibilities - let these two willful boys go first.]

"Of course I know,"

[Madame Psyche] waved her hand again,

"I'm just trying it out. You know I won't go and die like that madman Vorcus. I'm waiting. Mortarion, I'm waiting too."

A strange light flashed across the snake demon's eyes.

"but--"

[Lady Psyche] sighed loudly on purpose, and the tone at the end of her words was as soft and curved as her slender snake's tail.

"Mortarion~"

She said in a tender voice, with sparkling eyes.

"I hope you hurry up, otherwise I'm not sure if I can hold back. You can't ask a follower of Slaanesh to be patient and restrained. This is against the ethics of the Dark Prince. You are too cruel, Mortarion~"

[I believe you can hold back, soldier. You will hold back the responsibility on your shoulders and the feelings you have for him.]

[Mortarion] said softly, he stretched out his hand, and the small black cluster of fireworks on his fingertips suddenly ignited. From a distance, it looked like a black butterfly swaying between his fingers, fighting against the strong wind.

[Motarion]’s eyes darkened.

The next moment, the delicate bright pink color suddenly climbed up into the interior of the dark spark and danced with the flame like a thorn.

"Leave it to me now?"

[Lady Psyche] said with a smile, her face illuminated by the bright purple light.

[Who told our soldiers to not hold back and pray for their sins to someone they shouldn’t pray to?]

[Mortarion] said softly, raised his hand, and flames floated up, actually rising like a butterfly.

[Lady Psyche] naturally raised her hand, and the fireworks fell on her fingers. The next moment, they melted directly into the snake demon's skin.

The light in [Madam Psyche]'s eyes suddenly shone, and the entire body of the demon began to twist, as if the subspace was being broken through.

"This feels good,"

[Lady Psyche] licked her lips greedily, and the slender snake core popped out, reaching towards the air as if unsatisfied, wanting to pursue more power.

"But...after I prayed, it felt a little weird."

[Madame Psyche] smacked her lips, her eyes rolled around,

"It's like... it's like... well, I can't describe it."

[Confession is painful, but it is necessary to cleanse our sins.]

[Mortarion] had a deep look in his eyes, relief and pain entangled in his pupils.

[You have already tried to repent, whether you are sincere or not... Herrera, the most surprising thing to me is that here, repentance is similar to depravity. Once you take one of them, there is no turning back.]

The Primarch smiled, from the bottom of his heart,

[This is a good thing, this is a good thing, same pain, same pleasure.]

[Madam Psyche] blinked, looked at the Primarch, and curled her lips.

"Have you ever repented, then, Arch-Rebel? Have you ever tasted repentance?"

Mortarion said nothing, and waved his hand to let go of the topic.

[You and I have our own answers, Herrera, but you can no longer let yourself sink like this. Slaanesh needs you. Pay attention to your situation. Promise me that you will stay alive until I pass by, okay?]

"I will, of course I will."

Seeing that the topic was about to become boring again, Lady Psyche yawned.

"You should not question my abilities, Mortarion. It hurts me greatly."

[Who was the first to confess? Okay, Herrera, go back. I think we have no problem choosing you... Of course, if possible, you can try to record the last words of Typhons or Vox.]

"Tsk, boring."

Lady Psyche said,

"I can imagine what they will say, for that man! Or something like I am loyal! Boring, boring - you too, Mortarion, I came all the way here, just to chat with you for a few words, and you start to persuade me to pay attention to the war again."

[So what are you going to say?]

"Hmm~"

[Mrs. Psyche] pursed her lips again, covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes rolling around.

"I won't tell you anyway."

The snake demon laughed sweetly, and the next moment, the half-human, half-snake demon began to melt. Mortarion said nothing, watching the snake demon turn into a pool of pus.

The news has spread.

The Primarch remained silent and began to ponder the reasons behind Sanguinius's rebellion.

In his memory, he easily found the answer.

Guilliman must take advantage of this opportunity to encircle and suppress Horus and once again destroy an entire legion.

Mortarion sneered.

This has touched the Ghouls' reverse scale... No wonder he wants to move the Ghouls to the front line... [Guilliman] Ah [Guilliman]... You have a good plan...

Aren’t you afraid that your men will rebel?

He probably expected these legions to betray him.

Currently, there is only one person who can escape Guilliman's plan... Mortarion has seen this, and that is the Lord of Mankind.

However, the tyrannical Lord of Mankind was framed by Mortarion and Guilliman ten thousand years ago.

………………………………

[Another timeline]

"All disappeared... What a pity for the Dark Angel."

The Emperor pondered as the Wolf King and Khan before him explained to him most of the stories and fate of this thread of fate.

During the Siege of Terra, Guilliman defeated the Wolf King and Number One who came to support the Emperor. The Wolf King took the opportunity to escape, but Number One did not choose to leave.

After this battle, Guilliman completely wiped out the existence of the First Legion, all news, all soldiers - except for the Lion's home planet, this gloomy planet in the Eye of Terror disappeared in the heavy warp storms.

All the Dark Angels were killed, and a small number of the Dark Angels' gene seeds were mixed with the blood of the Ultramarines after layers of genetic screening, and finally merged into Guilliman's army.

But this is expected.

The Emperor pondered.

The Lion is a Primarch who will never betray and will never fall. This is related to the genome set up for him by the Emperor. Even the original Dark Angels are absolutely resistant to Chaos.

However, this is limited to not falling. The strange culture within the Dark Angels will cause them to divide themselves, and in the end it may even have negative effects that are no less than falling.

But... this is certainly not what he should focus on now!

The emperor smiled confidently, looking at his competent wolf and eagle, with a heroic spirit of holding Huang on the left and Cang on the right, but there was cold anger burning in his eyes.

"I have a feeling that Horus has probably succeeded."

The Emperor said calmly, which surprised the Wolf King and Khan. The two looked at each other, and then the Wolf King asked cautiously,

[Excuse me, why are you so sure, Allfather?]

"The actions of 'Fenus' will inevitably make 'Horus' aware of it. Forced into a corner, he has no choice but to rebel. I sent my offspring over to help the other 'Horus' make a decision as soon as possible."

“And now,”

The emperor smiled, and his long hair fluttered in the wind.

"Guilliman and most of the Chaos Legions are fighting in our Destiny, while Fainus is dispatching troops to the east. I think Guilliman has anticipated that the Ghouls may return to defend, so Fainus has mobilized a large number of troops this time."

"therefore,"

The smile on the emperor's lips grew wider.

"While Finus is sending out his troops, let Horus hold him back - we will send out our troops immediately and head straight for Terra!!!"

Change home! Change home! Change home again!!!

Guilliman would never have thought that a force would suddenly rise up and head straight for his central region!

Next, whether Guilliman dispatches troops to reinforce or Finus tries to return to defense immediately, it will take time, and their return to defense will also come at a price - the enemies they face will not let them go easily!

More importantly, Terra is not just a planet. In the sense of the subspace, it has absolute weight and represents the origin of the entire human civilization. Whoever occupies Terra will have absolute discourse power in the subspace!

And...more importantly...

There was a raging sea in Neos' eyes, and the golden flames were as surging as the ocean - he wanted to go to Terra, he wanted to see what the hell was going on with that weird thing on the Golden Throne!

At that time, even if the army strength is too different and the Wolf and Eagle troops cannot match each other, Neos can choose to destroy the Golden Throne and release the being on the Golden Throne! Or absorb his power!

He wanted to ask his other self clearly what was going on. How did he ruin his empire into this state?

As for the request for help and the response from Guilliman in the depths of the Emperor's soul, he had already brushed it aside lightly.

What about the Outer Ones? What about Pluto not being able to hold on? No, of course not.

As long as he goes straight to the opposite Terra, the advantage is in his hands! The situation is very good!

As for Pluto...as for the Outer Ones...Neos was so persistent, so trusting - trusting in the wisdom of Pluto!

trust!

…………………………………………

“Ah ...

The dark star god in the void wailed, and beside him, the remains of a giant pitcher plant-like Tyranid that had just been smashed by his brute force were scattered everywhere, and the bright green light in it dimmed instantly.

"They learned the Necrontyr's extradimensional restraint technology-?!!!"

The Endless's cry rang in Hades' ears.

“What the hell?! These inferior bugs—no no no no, this is a completely crude imitation! It doesn’t have the essence and soul of the Necrontyr technology at all!!!”

The monsters made from these inferior bugs are far less powerful than the Necrontyr's super-dimensional cube cage!

But the problem is.

There are enough of them.