[Terra]
Horus Lupercal could not die.
On the throne, beneath the crown forged by the sun, his black hair was loose, but it could not hide the bright light in his eyes.
The Emperor looked towards Cadia, the flames of the Astronomican ignited, and the gaze of the Lord of Mankind pierced through the stars and looked directly into the Eye of Terror.
In the galaxy, the eye of terror that was created from corruption and flesh is slowly spinning.
As the false gods gazed upon the common people, he also gazed upon them.
He is looking directly at Them, past, present, future, and forever.
He felt a little itchy, the sword lying flat on his knees had been silent for too long, and his arm, which was resting on the armrest of the throne, lowered slightly and rested on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword.
It's time.
He saw his sons fighting each other with swords.
He saw Perturabo who had already disappeared, the most worry-free offspring in the past turned into a rebellious person; he saw Lorgar who was devoured by Discord, using his faith as a sword to stab the false god; he saw the incomplete Fulgrim, who pursued perfection and ended his existence in a bloody mess; he saw Jaghatai Khan who drew his sword, he was a gust of wind with a clear mind, and would not stay for too long for the bloated empire he had built; he saw Roboute Guilliman who was rushing to the battlefield, after which he would shoulder a huge empire; he saw Angron who closed his eyes to rest, he hoped that he could share the pressure of his brothers; he saw Alpha and Omega who were finally separated, they could have...
He saw Magnus roaring and cursing, his child... He remembered how he had guided him in the Sea of Vision. Magnus had done it after all. It turned out that his fifteenth son had the courage no less than Lupercal.
He saw Malcador hidden in the chaos, Malcador - ah, should he still call his old friend Malcador now? The existence in the High Heaven seemed to be very interested in his offspring, and the Emperor could not help but curl his lips, give it to him, give it to his old friend.
He saw Hades urging Trazyn... It was still a difficult-to-describe look. The Emperor had suspected that his friend had some kind of meme, but the details would not affect the overall situation-
When facing false gods, they have the same tacit understanding.
The Hades he knew would certainly choose that.
Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but smile. His sword reflected the first rays of morning light, his crown burned with the eternal sun, the Sakaria River was rushing, urging him forward, and the snow on the top of the Himalayas reflected the sparkling white light, pointing him in the direction.
He was sitting here, and beside him stood many people, some dead, some alive, and some not yet surrendered. They looked at him with hope in their eyes.
The smile faded from his lips.
He is not God, he never was, but now—he will himself wear the crown of a false God.
He will tell a lie himself.
In exchange for power.
But the price is acceptable, the past sacrifices cannot be in vain, and the life and hope gained in exchange are what he desires.
but…
… But before he hits the road, give him a little selfishness.
Please let him keep the last bit of selfishness.
He had nothing left, was so poor that he had nothing, he had given away everything he could, his body, personality, soul, himself, the past, present, future, eternity. His father died in the first murder in human history, his warmaster fell from the top of the Tower of Babel, his best friend was swept away by chaos, and his comrade-in-arms was about to sleep for a thousand years at the hands of aliens.
And he himself completed the first revenge in human history.
His hands were covered in blood.
Twisted into something inhuman.
He saw his descendants killing each other. After all, humans could not understand each other. They fought in a vortex of language and interests, and fell into the abyss with hatred for each other.
He saw... he saw... Lupercal Horus struggling with Konrad Curze.
They were hating each other.
In the distance, the scythe of vengeance swung towards Horus.
No…
In a trance, Neos thought, no...
Just because he knew... it could only be Horus Lupercal.
Only Horus could hold out the longest.
Only Horus retained his pride and persistence after his fall.
Only Horus, after his fall, truly thought of his brother.
He remembered when they were sitting and discussing the game, when Hades told him another destiny, he firmly picked up the Sagittarius chess piece and stood on the seat of the Warmaster.
Hades looked at him in astonishment. They all knew that if they let him go, he would never come back.
Did he smile bitterly at that time? No, he told Hades expressionlessly that this was a necessary sacrifice.
But if you really accepted the sacrifice willingly, why did you ask Hades to go to the Sons of Horus afterwards
This was his final selfish desire.
Horus Lupercal could not die.
As a biased father.
Horus Lupercal could not die.
He can't let go.
But the sickle that symbolizes "true death" has arrived. Amidst the layers of chaos, there are too many people he needs to save, and too many spirits he needs to bless.
He needed to raise the sword, but the hand holding it would not allow him to reach toward Horus, the hand called Redemption.
There were too many powers and destinies entangled in the Warmaster. Chaos stared at his sixteenth son, and they piled up layer by layer, completely devouring the part belonging to Horus Lupercal.
If he wanted to save Horus, he would need an absolute investment of strength - but he could not waste his hard-earned power of faith.
He had no time, no ability, no strength to save him.
Hades was right, he was a failed father.
He is a failed friend.
He is a...
The clock is ticking, the second hand has reached the last moment, and it's time to hit the road.
Neos sighed softly and clenched the hilt of his sword with his helmeted hand. He heard the cheers and shouts like mountains and seas, as humans welcomed their monarch.
His last thoughts, his own, rose and fell,
Konrad Curze, Mortarion... spare your brothers...
The descendants who had already escaped his control... just happened to be them...
On the Hollow Mountains, the ray of light that touches all things has been opened. Dorn and Vulkan have faithfully completed their mission. The ray of light that runs through ancient and modern times has been opened, guided by the souls of tens of thousands of people, breaking the eternal chaos and illuminating a heavenly road that will protect the human race for ten thousand years!
On the throne, the Lord of Mankind slowly stood up. The scarlet cloak stained with the most noble blood fluttered in the wind behind him. The crown forged from the purest gold flashed a deafening light on his head. He stood up, and trillions of suns rose with him. Thousands of suns rose together, shining brilliantly.
+I am God. +
+The god who protects the human race and ensures their everlasting prosperity. +
+I am the Lord of Mankind. +
In his peripheral vision, he saw the stunning glance towards him from the dark side—
The bloodshot eyes are deep.
Cause and effect have been established.
A sun with golden flames burning on its edges slowly rose in the warp space.
The god took up his sword and set out on the road to heaven.
(End of this chapter)