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

Chapter 565: Using the Body as a Blade (Seeking Tracking)

Horus continued to chatter about the Emperor's expectations of him and the crown of glory that would soon be bestowed upon him by the Emperor himself.

His eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, and his right hand subconsciously stroked the golden ring given to him by the emperor.

"My lord." Malohurst's voice was like a gust of cold wind, blowing across the back of the head of the ambitious Horus, making the glorious wolf-shepherd god a little confused.

"What's wrong, Mal? Is there anything you want to tell me?" Horus asked gently. He didn't like being interrupted, but he still forgave Malohurst's rudeness.

"grown ups."

Marlowhurst looked into Horus' eyes and spoke in an extremely bloody tone.

"Wake up, everything here is your illusion. Ullanor has been gone for a long time. The war ignited by your own hands burned everything to ashes. It was you who made the galaxy burn. You cannot stay here, in this glorious moment."

"What are you talking about? Mal!"

Horus was a little angry. He thought his son was going too far. He even dared to make fun of the great cause.

How could he do such a rebellious thing? His father had put everything in his hands, and he didn't dare to be careless for even a second.

He who wears the crown must bear its weight, and Horus is ready to become the warmaster.

"My Lord," the Son of Horus continued, pulling out the ritual dagger that had been lodged in Amarok.

In front of Horus, the hideous and terrifying Warp demon instantly revealed its true form, which obviously frightened the shepherd wolf god.

"You filthy thing!"

Horus was about to kill the demon with his sword, but the moment he drew out the sword, everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.

The wandering Titan machines turned into huge wreckage dumped on the earth. The ignited promethium fuel and fusion fuel turned them into torches capable of illuminating the darkness.

Groups of mortal armies were piled up together. They were lifeless. When a gust of wind blew, the dead turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind. The wind carrying particles stung people's eyes and made them cry.

Astartes perished, the broad Avenue of Victory disappeared, leaving only the exaggerated skull of the Orc Emperor Ugr, which seemed to be smiling mockingly at the fragility of mankind.

Horus looked at the scene in front of him, his whole body stiff as if he was dead, his pearl white heroic armor faded away, and the black and red Terminator armor as majestic as a mountain replaced it.

With the Claw of Horus extended in his right hand and the hammer of Worldbreaker clenched in his left hand, he stood alone in the ashes and dust.

Beside him, there was only the hunched and twisted figure of Malohurst.

"This is reality, your Excellency," he said.

The smile on Horus's face gradually faded, turning into a deathly calmness.

"You came to see me."

As Horus spoke, he began to speed up, swinging his World Breaker hammer and facing a wave of warriors that covered the sky.

The scene suddenly changed. It was a peaceful and tranquil eve of the review just now, but now it has turned into an endless war.

Countless Astartes warriors and mortal auxiliaries rushed towards Horus, but the wolf-shepherd god was alone. He was like a lonely mountain, abruptly blocking the flow of the crowd.

In desperation, Marlowhurst wanted to rescue his master, but he soon found that he was worrying too much.

Horus stood on a hill made of human bones, and his Worldbreaker hammer turned the enemies into countless blood rain and bone fragments, like a terrifying grinder that continuously transformed humans into blood mud.

His body was covered in thick, insoluble blood, and the ghosts of the Warp were screaming behind him. No matter whether they were the most elite Astartes warriors or the mortal auxiliary troops driving super-heavy tanks, they were as small as dust in front of him.

But Malohurst saw that his master was bleeding, and the scar was the penetrating wound left by Leman Russ before.

"Take me there!" Malohurst once again threatened the demon Amarak with the ritual dagger, and the other party surrendered again.

He rode the Warp Daemon, passing through the crowds, who seemed oblivious to the strange pairing. Malohurst felt the boiling heat of the air, the waste heat from countless bombs streaking through the air, the bitter wind carrying human ashes, torturing the will of the Son of Horus.

Horus was always killing, and the souls of the dead were drawn into his armor, like an invisible vortex sucking their souls away.

"You shouldn't be here. This is my soul realm. I will fight endlessly here. I will never succumb to power and oppression."

Horus shouted, and Malohurst became even more anxious.

He realized that this fragment of Horus' soul was exactly the piece that the other party was fighting against the four gods of the Warp in his heart.

He was fighting, fighting constantly, a sign of his indomitable spirit, a part of him forever loyal to the Emperor, freed by the Spear of Dionysus of Leman Russ.

His soul was split internally, so he couldn't wake up for a long time.

"But my lord, you must return with me, otherwise your body in the material world will slowly die. Come back, there are still many people waiting for your leadership, and our legion cannot do without you."

"No!" Horus roared.

His power claws drew graceful arcs in the air, cutting a large group of Astartes into pieces.

"I must defeat those four evil gods. I must overthrow their rule. I will make them submit to my will. I will never be a slave of Chaos. I am Horus Lupercal, the warmaster of the empire. I am fearless."

"Your father is resisting the blessing of the Four Gods. He is fighting the gods in his own soul. Unfortunately, it is a fruitless battle. He has become a pawn in their hands." Amarak, who was enslaved and threatened by Malohurst, said with a mocking laugh.

Malohurst was enraged. He would never allow his father to be slandered like this, so he drew his ritual dagger and stabbed the demon a few more times.

The demon wailed in agony, deciding not to speak again to avoid incurring the wrath of the mortals.

"It's too late. There is no turning back. My master must obey the will of the Chaos Gods completely. Only in this way can the war with the Emperor be truly won."

The Son of Horus charged, pouring all his strength and soul into the ritual dagger, and rushed towards his father without hesitation.

"Forgive me, father. This is the only way to save you..."

Malohurst's soul is burning, and all traces of his existence are burning. Even reversing the timeline cannot bring him back to the past.

His essence and his concepts were all melted under this knife and turned into the source of power for this attack.

Horus, who was fighting, was horrified to find that his offspring rushed to his side and stabbed the small, ugly blade in his hand into the wound on his side.

This is Horus' only weakness and a relic of the Spear of Dionysus.

Malohurst completely disappeared. He turned into dust in the sky and into scattered ashes, floating in the wind.

Horus let out a desperate howl, as angry and sad as a dying lone wolf.

This fragment of his soul was crumbling, and the last will that symbolized his rebellion against the Four Gods was also shattered by his son's blow.

The endless waves of war completely submerged the Wolf God and buried him deep under the ruins, but the power contained in this soul fragment crossed the endless distance and returned to the body of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Horus opened his eyes again. The old wound on his waist finally healed under the elimination of Chaos power, and there was no trace of injury anymore.

And his eyes had already transformed into pure chaotic light, and the power of the Supreme Heaven was no longer hindered from being injected into them.

He was shrouded in endless darkness, and the aura he released made everyone on the Spirit of Vengeance tremble and feel fear.

"Go to Ullanor and complete the final assembly."

Horus still sat on the throne, and when Eichmand, Falkus Cayber and Abaddon arrived, they only saw that their father had returned to his former self.

"Father!" Abaddon shouted, trying to get closer, but when Horus' cold eyes swept over him, the fear in the captain's heart overcame his kinship, and he retreated in fear and stood back among the crowd.

(End of this chapter)