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

Chapter 573 The Advantage is in Me (Please Follow)

Horus stood in the center of the towering reviewing stand, looking down at the allied legions that kept arriving.

Memories were churning in his mind, and in a trance he seemed to see the former emperor standing here, and he was leading the Shadow Moon Wolf in a triumphal parade on the Victory Avenue below.

But today, unlike in the past, Horus has become the one standing on the reviewing stand.

Iron Warriors, World Eaters, Word Bearers, Emperor's Children, incomplete Thousand Sons, incomplete Night Lords, incomplete Alpha.

And his most proud, powerful and unstoppable Sons of Horus Legion.

The Warmaster's aura was far greater than before, even when he was fighting Jagatai Khan and Leman Russ on the Vengeful Spirit.

Ever since Malohurst completely burned his own soul with a ritual dagger to kill the still-resisting independent soul fragment of Horus deep in the Warp, Horus has completely healed the wounds inflicted by Leman Russ.

He stopped bleeding, because what was surging in his body was no longer blood, but pure chaotic power.

He completely devoured the four completely different powers of the gods and merged them into one.

At every moment, the projection of Horus in the Warp was devouring the power of the etheric ocean, increasing rapidly and wildly.

When Horus stood in front of everyone, wearing his iconic black and red Terminator power armor, not even a single Son of Horus dared to get too close to their father to witness this glorious moment with him.

Even a reckless man like Ezekiel Abaddon, who had a very good relationship with Horus, felt a sense of strangeness and fear from the current Horus.

Although Abaddon is recognized as a reckless general, he also has his own delicate and cunning side. If you really regard him as a straightforward and stubborn warrior, you will definitely suffer a lot from him.

All the while, he had sensed that Horus was becoming more and more distant, less and less human.

But he just buried these doubts and speculations in his heart. He didn't want to, couldn't, and was unwilling to accept this fact.

Until now, he finally had to admit that perhaps the last bit of humanity and warmth in his genetic father had completely dissipated, and it was inseparable from the damn disappeared Malohurst.

"Father...what can I do to save you?"

Abaddon clenched his fists and stared at Horus' back, but there was nothing he could do to change anything.

He suddenly realized that the power he possessed was too weak. Facing the Chaos Four Gods' plot against Horus, he could do nothing.

The Warp has never been a good thing, and he has always tried to keep a safe enough distance from it so that his legion will not be swallowed by it.

But now it seems that everything is too late. Those who play with fire will get burned. Horus' soul has been ignited by the flames of the Warp.

Under the Warmaster's gaze, his brothers finally gathered here.

The Great Speaker's gait was very unrestrained. He strode towards Horus with big strides. It did not look like he was going to be inspected, but rather to be crowned king and ascend his own throne.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his psychic eyes saw the extremely strong aura of chaos emanating from Horus. It was a terrifying force, but he was fully prepared.

He himself has studied the original truth for a long time and has gained new insights into many arcane powers. The Great Speaker is confident that his strength has surpassed that of the original five hundred worlds by more than half.

The Fallen Phoenix and the Lord of Red Sand who have ascended to demon status are also his reliable helpers. I believe that Perturabo, who suffered a great loss in the Battle of Betagarmon, will also make a wise choice.

Four against one, the advantage is on my side.

"Mortarion and Magnus haven't arrived yet, which is actually an advantage for me." Lorgar thought to himself, "I'm not sure I can convince Mortarion. He is an extremely stubborn freak who hates all psychic powers. His loyalty to Horus is too difficult to shake."

Suddenly, Lorgar and Fulgrim turned around together and looked at a figure under the platform.

He looked no different from the other Hydra warriors who had arrived in Ullanor. Rain, carrying a large amount of radioactive dust and pollutants, fell from the sky, following the winding serpentine patterns of the Lerna Terminator to the ground. He just looked at Lorgar quietly, as silent as a lifeless statue.

"Is it Alpharius?" said the Dark Apostle Rajak.

"No." The Word Bearer shook his head slightly, "It was his brother, the hidden Hydra Omegan."

"I never thought that this mysterious brother would appear at the parade ground in Ullanor. Has he learned that his brother lost his life because of Horus's wrong order?"

"If he knew, wouldn't that mean... there would be one more person who hated Horus?"

The suddenly appearing Hydra Primarch Omegan was the most mysterious of all the Primarchs. Even many Legion Lords did not know that the Alpha Legion actually had a twin Primarch until after the Horus Heresy.

No one could tell Alpharius and Omegan apart, and no one knew which of them died in Hydra Fortress, or if it was them at all.

Luo Jia decided to test his brother's attitude. At least he hoped that he could remain neutral. Of course, if he could pull him into his camp, Luo Jia would be even happier.

As if realizing what Lorgar wanted to ask, the figure answered directly: "I am Alpharius."

The man who called himself Alpharius seemed unusually lonely, with a faint sense of tragedy emerging from his face.

Although he looked exactly like any other Hydra warrior, Lorgar could feel that the man in front of him was his brother.

The two sides confronted each other quietly for a while, and then Alpharius turned around and disappeared in the pouring rain.

"No hostility." A smile appeared on the face of the Great Speaker. Even without any verbal communication, he already knew the other party's attitude.

Many times everything is implied, and no answer is the answer.

Luo Jia stood under the reviewing stand that towered into the clouds. His sharp sight penetrated the obstruction of rain and fog. A faint psychic barrier enveloped him, helping him to see everything clearly.

"You want to kill him in his glory days? I have underestimated you, my dear Word Bearer brother. Your ambition and greed are more intense than I thought."

"What made you change from a reserved and introverted person to what you are now in the past decade or so?"

Fulgrim's sinister voice sounded from behind him, as if some kind of snake-like creature was spitting out its tongue and collecting pheromones in the air.

"You not only want to replace him, but also want to seize his prestige and dignity in everyone's heart. You want everyone to submit to you. All I can say is... well done!"

"Ambition, sweet ambition, is gushing out of you. You are eager to conquer everything for the great cause in your heart."

Luo Jia ignored his brother's sarcastic remarks. He just waved his hand casually, and then the dark apostle Layak received the order.

As soon as his real name was spoken, Fulgrim immediately began to howl like a fart spirit whose toes had been stepped on.

He laughed and cried at the same time, his tone revealing an extremely strange sense of pleasure and comfort, as if having his real name held by someone's vitals gave him pleasure.

"Fulgrim, you have said too much. Now that you are my slave, you should do what a slave should do."

"Once you cut off Horus' head for me, I will set you free."

"After all, you are always good at beheading things, right? Just repeat it again, just like you did to Ferrus."

Lorgar took a deep breath, completely ignoring the extremely resentful look in the Fallen Phoenix's eyes after the mention of Ferrus.

He clenched the hammer of the Enlightened One in his hand and walked towards the reviewing stand that towered into the sky.

(End of this chapter)