Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 427: The Four Gods’ Choice
Every word and action of the Wolf Shepherd God is full of extraordinary personal charm. He is like the sun, able to warm everyone with his light and heat.

But if you look carefully, you will find that this sun named Lupercal has begun to deteriorate from the inside, just like a towering tree that may appear lush and leafy on the outside, but has already been rotten inside.

After the impassioned speech, the others in the throne room left and went to their respective posts.

Only Horus' eldest son, Ezekiel Abaddon, still stood beside his father. There was a hint of sadness in his reverent eyes, and he felt that his father was a little different from before.

Abaddon was not well versed in the art of speech, and even compared to his other brothers, he was a complete reckless man.

But it is precisely because he is a reckless man that his instincts are particularly sensitive.

However, the captain of the Sons of Horus discovered with his keen intuition that his father's warmth did not bring him the natural pleasure it once did. Instead, it gave him an impulse that made him strongly desire to depreciate himself.

Horus in the past was not like this. He was sincere in doing good for others, just like the warm sun that benefits all things without asking for anything in return.

"Ezekiel, go and get my Word Bearer brother. I have something to tell him."

Horus said this in a friendly manner, but when he and his offspring's eyes met, Abaddon did not see any sincerity at all, he only saw endless nothingness.

The pupils of the Wolf Shepherd God were empty, darkness was surging inside, and not a single light could be seen.

"Yes, father. I will go right away."

Of the many Primarchs who pursued Horus's cause, the only one currently lingering beside the Wolf-God was Lorgar, the Great Bearer of Words.

Other Primarchs such as Fulgrim and Angron, who were elevated to Daemon Princes by the powers of the Warp, lost control and disappeared across the galaxy.

Mainstays such as Mortarion and Perturabo fought across the galaxy against the minions of the False Emperor, especially the Iron Lord.

Rumor has it that after Perturabo and Fulgrim explored the world of the Eldar crones, some of his strength and life essence were absorbed by his brother, and he has been in a state of rage.

As for Primarchs like Magnus and Alpharius, even Abaddon couldn't figure out what they were trying to do. Apart from occasionally responding to Horus's call, their whereabouts were completely unknown.

Oh, by the way, did he forget that there was a Primarch named Konrad Curze? Abaddon touched his smooth, pointed head and thought of such a person.

Horus completed the exchange with the weakest Night Lords of the Eighth Legion and the most powerful Dark Angels. As for where Conrad Curze is now, whether he is dead or not, does it matter?
In the eyes of the rebels, the best outcome for Curze is to die gloriously in battle.

Abaddon's heart is simple. He just hopes that his father's great cause can be completed, and they, the Space Marines, deserve to get the status they deserve.

They were the ones who conquered the huge human empire. Why should the false emperor hand it over to those ignorant mortals who only knew how to fight among themselves?

Ezekiel is the representative of Greater Astartesism. He relies on this clear-cut banner to win over many rebels who are dissatisfied with the Empire.

The Great Bearer of Words was currently meditating in a church on the Spirit of Vengeance. Several Blessed Sons, with scarlet blood flowing throughout their bodies and a strong aura of the Warp emanating from their bodies, were quietly guarding their father.

But Abaddon interrupted Lorgar and conveyed the will of the Gene-Father.

"My Father is calling upon you, Lord of the Word Bearers."

Abaddon's words were very blunt, and he did not salute Lorgar. An extremely subtle contempt and disdain flowed from Abaddon, and those blessed sons glared at him.

The captain looked at these Word Bearers with disgust, whose bodies were distorted by the Warp. They were not the first batch of Sons of the Blessed to merge with Warp demons. The Jagged Sun Company had already been consumed in the war, leaving only Angertai alive.

Angertai is a good person, at least better than these guys who have been brainwashed by the warp, Abaddon thought.

No one could dislike Angertay. Abaddon admired his bravery and the fact that he never succumbed to Chaos.

While Angortai might symbolize the perfect coexistence of humanity and the Warp, Abaddon felt nothing but disgust for these Blessed Sons, whose bodies had been possessed by Warp daemons. The Sons of Horus merely opposed the False Emperor's rule, and they equally disdained the Warp. In Abaddon's view, their relationship with the Warp was merely a subtle partnership.

The Great Speaker slowly opened his eyes. He could sense Abaddon's less than respectful attitude, and there was no need to ponder the reason.

Horus came to punish.

Lorgar had already received the answer from the original truth he believed in. The destructive storm he had painstakingly created had been quelled, and two of the three primarchs in the far east had already arrived at the battlefield.

The Lord of the Word Bearers did not allow his Blessed Son to follow him, but rose alone from the manuscripts on the ground and went to meet his brother who was chosen by the Four Gods.

"The four gods choose together... heh." A strange thought arose in Luojia's mind.

In the throne room of the Vengeful Spirit, Lorgar saw Horus sitting on the throne. His psychic eyes could see the truth, and the extremely rich blessing of the Warp on Horus was as dazzling as the sun.

"The four powerful beings from the subspace really favor him." Luo Jia muttered to himself.

Lorgar did not reveal his inner thoughts. He bowed slightly and saluted his brother, the leader of the great cause.

"My brother, you are here." Horus smiled, then he fell silent and said no more.

The wolf-god played with his weapon called the Claw of Horus. The long claws like sharp swords danced deftly in his hands, and the sharp blades intersected with each other, making crisp sounds like silver bells.

The arc of Horus's claws reflected the light of the candles in the throne room, and flickered on Lorgar's skin, which was written and branded with countless scriptures.

The Great Bearer sensed an extremely subtle murderous intent, which came from Horus.

He knew that if he didn't explain and make amends, he would have a hard time leaving the throne room safely today.

"I'm sorry about what happened in the Far East, brother." Lorgar suddenly sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Guilliman and his men would break through the storm of the original truth so quickly. The prophecy was broken, and an external force interfered with our plan."

"Yes, my allies told me the same thing, but I don't want explanations, I just want Terra."

Horus said this with hint of meaning, and Lorgar was a little stunned for a moment. The other party's connection with the High Heaven was even deeper than he had imagined.

It turns out that Horus still needs to communicate with the Warp through him. As the Primarch who has done the most in-depth research on the Warp, Lorgar acts as a bridge to help Horus and others connect with the Warp.

But ever since the wolf-god went to Moloch and passed the trial of the gods, he has been neglected. Horus no longer needs his power, and his divinity has become increasingly stronger. This is not a good sign.

Lorgar resisted this change, which would undoubtedly cause his voice in Horus' camp to continue to shrink.

Horus gazed at his Word Bearers brother. How he wished that the person assisting him was the talented Lord of Five Hundred Worlds.

Guilliman possesses unlimited potential and wisdom. As long as he has the support of Guilliman, Horus is not afraid of any enemy. However, he is too stupid to see through the hypocritical face of the False Emperor.

He has always been a maverick, running his own small empire. Could such an ambitious person be loyal to the emperor?
This is impossible!

And Sanguinius, Jaghatai, Horus couldn't understand why his beloved brothers would not follow his great cause. Was he the only one who saw through his father and realized that the Emperor was selling out the future of all mankind in exchange for the opportunity to become a god?
In the temple of Davin, Horus saw the future clearly. He saw the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne. He was infinitely close to God. The suffering and souls of mankind were devoured by him, gradually awakening an extremely dark and terrifying existence.

It's all fake, all fake. The imperial truth and the great crusade are all just for his own selfish interests.

Horus, resentful, fearful, and horrified by the Emperor's lies, sought out the Warp as an ally to stop the Emperor's limitless ambitions.

In order to liberate the entire galaxy and free all mankind from the terrible future of the Emperor's ascension to godhood, Horus did not hesitate to let the entire galaxy burn.

(End of this chapter)