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

Chapter 659: The Death of Sanguinius (Three in One)

Even Luo Xi didn't know what Koz was crazy about.

Although Curze returned to the empire by accident, he has always acted as if he has no presence, and is not even as eye-catching as his eldest son Sevatar.

Although the other brothers no longer hated him, they could not expect to be very kind to a former traitor, and the primarch of the rebellious side also sneered at Curze with contempt, saying that he was just a humble traitor.

They didn't even care about Curze's betrayal again, because in their eyes, this crazy and pathetic Primarch brother was just a pawn.

It's no pity to throw it away after use.

He was like a living ghost, wandering among the brothers, and everyone ignored him, despised him, and mocked him.

But when Sanguinius's bruised and battered body appeared in front of everyone, the angriest person was not Llane Jonson or Leman Russ, but the ghost of this Primarch.

Curze was screaming and furious. His face was as hideous as a ghost, and he rushed towards Horus desperately.

"You beast!"

The sudden rise of Midnight Haunter immediately caught the attention of Horus. This wolf-shepherd god, who had already completely integrated the power of the Four Chaos Gods into his own use, had a playful expression on his face.

"Koz."

"You traitor, you betrayed the Emperor and you betrayed me."

"Why, you want to rescue Sanguinius?"

Curze ignored the other party's words. He held the remains of Sanguinius in his arms, trembling as he felt the other party's heartbeat.

The heartbeat is still there, but it is extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that may go out at any time.

Not long ago, the powerful Sanguinius was able to remain invincible on the battlefield and successively kill three bloodthirsty demons including Angron.

But now he was so weak that even a mortal could strangle him to death.

"You can't die!"

"If you die, it will prove that fate cannot be completely broken. Brother, you can't die!"

"Whether it's for me or for you, hold on!"

Countless dark thorns emerged from the direction of Horus. They seemed to be the condensation of some shadow concept, silent and yet indestructible.

Curze moved around with the remains of Sanguinius, but his body was still pierced by countless dark spikes.

The Primarch's tough body and powerful armor were of no use.

"What a tear-jerking scene, Curze. I had no idea you loved Sanguinius so deeply."

“Even I am about to cry.”

"Such a loving brotherhood actually happened to you two."

Horus laughed, his tone gentle, revealing a reassuring sense of steadiness, as if he was an older brother next door having a heart-to-heart with his younger brothers.

Although his words were gentle, what he did was extremely cruel.

Under Horus' feet, the cabin belonging to the Spirit of Vengeance began to deform and turned into an altar.

The massive stone pillars of the Vengeful Spirit began to shift as if triggered, and the baroque arches twisted and distorted in geometric ways that were difficult for humans to understand.

It was not just the altar that changed. The endless darkness behind Horus was also undergoing a horrifying transformation amidst the huge roar.

Horus was still smiling, and a dim scarlet light was wrapped around his body, like the remnant of blood that had faded and weathered over countless years.

He just stood there alone, reflecting the same scarlet color on the transformed and wider altar.

Horus spread his hands proudly and turned slightly to show his masterpiece to his brothers who came over.

An altar, a temple, where only the victor can be elevated to god.

"Bros--"

Horus' voice was drawn out, and the continuous echoes seemed to echo throughout the world.

"I am so happy that you have finally come. The Four Chaos Gods cannot trap you forever because you and I are brothers, and we have both inherited our father's noble and powerful bloodline."

"But there are differences among the Primarchs, and I am the only one. I am the Sun, the Emperor who will ascend the throne."

As Horus spoke, he threw out dark spikes as if playing.

It was a shuttle-shaped object condensed from black light, and its specific shape was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

A strong breath of death gushed out from the dark spikes, and every Primarch had no doubt that it could kill him.

The target of the spike was undoubtedly Sanguinius. He aimed at the archangel's left hand and tried to pierce it through the dome of the altar.

However, Ryan activated his teleportation ability and tried to break the attack with the Lion Sword.

The Lion King let out a dull cry of pain. His resistance was of no use. The dark spike pierced directly into his left hand, instantly crippling one of Ryan's arms.

Then the second dark spike attacked, and this time it was Leman Russ who did it. The Wolf King of Fenris roared and swung his Frost Blade Axe. His surging psychic power rose to the limit as he tried to block the attack.

But he also failed. Horus' attack had already surpassed the physical or psychic level in the ordinary sense, and was more like a distortion of the concept of rules.

As long as he attacks, he will definitely hit the target and cause damage.

The Wolf King's right hand was pierced by the dark spike. The Fenrisian was extremely angry and wanted to pull it out, but he could not affect the spike at all.

It exists between existence and nothingness. When the victim tries to resist, it will turn into a state of nothingness, and when the intention disappears, it will appear again.

The original target of these dark spikes was Sanguinius, the noble archangel who had been beaten to the point of death.

What Horus had to do was to crucify the dying angel completely, imitating the ancient way of death of the Son of God.

"A pointless struggle."

"You can do nothing but die with Sanguinius."

"Sanguinius is right. You should leave quickly. Escape. Escape to the outside of the galaxy. Maybe you can barely survive for a while."

The voice of Horus echoed endlessly in the altar space, as if the god had descended to the world and expounded his maxims.

The two spikes that were originally going to pierce Sanguinius pierced the bodies of the Lion King and the Wolf King. Horus did not hesitate at all and sent out two more spikes.

This time it was Chagatai Khan and Rog Dorn. Their left and right feet were pierced by nails. An extremely powerful corrosive force was spreading from this point.

"call……"

Horus took a deep breath. This time, the target of the dark spike was Sanguinius' heart.

If he could not obtain the loyalty of Sanguinius, then he would let the angel fall and let his brother die. Only in this way could his soul always be with him.

Roxi's eyes were red with anger. He wanted to use his authority to create the curvature of space and the turbulence of time and space to distort Horus' attack trajectory.

But this was of no use. In front of Horus, even now he was no different from a mortal.

To Horus, all his methods were as ridiculous and weak as if the characters in the comic books used their own special skills to try to stop and interfere with the readers outside the comic books.

Luo Xi didn't understand what state Horus was in now, but if he had to find a suitable word to describe it, it might be... God.

Not a lesser god of the Warp like Vashtor who plots secretly and scheming, but a god in the true sense of the word.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot defeat God.

The last dark spike of Horus that struck straight at the heart flashed before Roshi's eyes. He could see it but could do nothing.

They could only watch as the fatal blow passed by and rushed towards the dying life candle of Sanguinius.

At this moment, immense despair surged in his heart. Luo Xi could not accept this reality. They had paid so much, but still had to face the death of Sanguinius.

Koz also saw this. No matter how he moved, or how incredible his fighting skills and body movements were, he could not avoid this attack.

The weakened Sanguinius lay in his arms, trying hard to break free from Konrad Curze's restraints.

He was signaling to his brother with his eyes that he had done well enough and there was no need to make any more unnecessary sacrifices.

He saw that Koz's once crazy and dark heart had been redeemed and transformed.

He was relieved and happy that his brother, who had the same gift of prophecy as himself, was able to return to the right path.

Sanguinius has accepted his fate, and now he only hopes that Curze can completely change his fate.

However, Curze's eyes were red and his face was pale. He did not accept Sanguinius' choice at all, but stubbornly continued to run while holding his brother's body.

"Put me down...Koz."

"You're going to die."

"My death was valuable. I successfully left a small scar on Horus's armor. That could be an opportunity for my father to break through."

"My death will become a curse, causing him to bear the pain of killing his brother, tormenting Horus' heart and causing a flaw in his psychological defenses."

"Even if it's just a little bit, it's better than doing nothing and letting others slaughter you. Maybe my little effort can become the last straw for the Emperor to defeat Horus."

The voice of Sanguinius rang in Curze's mind. His body was already extremely weak, and he could only use this psychic means to transmit information.

"I saw this scene a long time ago. I was killed by Horus. I died completely. Even my soul was gone."

"I have been afraid and have tried to escape. I want to avoid my fate of death. I want to continue living and accompany my brothers and descendants."

"I also had an epiphany and realization. I chose to face my fate. I made the final decision on Daven Star."

"So...let it go. At least my heart is at peace."

There was a kind of last-minute smile on Sanguinius' face, like the smile of a baby seeing its mother when it is born.

Facing the moment of death, he has been suffering for too long. What he really fears is not death, but the time when he knows death is coming but cannot make any change.

He has paid enough, and death may be a rare reward and destination.

He only hoped that his soul could return to the Golden Throne and enter eternal sleep.

"I said - no! Fuck fate, fuck the destined death!" Koz was still screaming, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Do you think I'm going to do all this crazy stuff just for our brotherhood?"

"I admit that this is only part of the reason. More importantly, I want to say no to this damn god and this damn fate!"

"I want you to live and survive this destined death. I want to win this gamble, no matter the cost!"

"Even if I have to trade my life for a chess piece, I will win by half a step!"

At this moment, even Luo Xi was shocked by Koz's crazy idea.

Even he didn't fully understand the Midnight Haunter.

Although Curze seemed to have become much more normal after having a conversation with the Emperor on the timeline, even the prophetic illusions that troubled him have gradually disappeared.

But no one knew that there was always a strong force and a thorn in his heart.

Time cannot erase all of this, and the crazy thoughts in his heart are actually just being suppressed desperately.

It’s like when a person becomes extremely crazy, he will become a “person” who looks no different from a normal person.

This is the case with Koz. He is a midnight ghost who can only appear in the shadows of the dark and damp city and cannot be exposed in broad daylight. He is a man played by fate.

The mysterious malice has been pushing him into the abyss, as if his existence is just a pathetic and hateful role in a bad space opera.

Coze's prophetic power hadn't vanished, but rather had undergone an incredible elevation. He no longer saw a predetermined future, but rather a vast world beyond the realm of reality, a higher dimension.

It is as if a person in the painting suddenly wakes up and glimpses the existence outside the painting.

"If my existence is just to serve as a joke——"

"Then I hope I can use this final fatal joke to laugh at the one who makes fate."

"I know they hope it's you who will die, because only if a holy angel dies for it can this opera be more touching and sensational."

Curze could not dodge the dark spikes heading for his heart, but he could adjust his body position to block the final blow for Sanguinius.

"If it was me who died, would they still be able to laugh out loud?"

"A rat crawling in the gutter, a crazy freak, a loser who is laughed at and ridiculed by everyone."

"You can only have my death, not the fall of Sanguinius."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

There was a smile of madness, determination and excitement on Koz's lips.

He was really happy, he did it, he said no to fate and slapped it hard.

He opened his eyes wide, even to the point that his eye corners were cracked, and focused all his attention on the dark spike that penetrated his chest and pierced his heart.

In an instant, he understood the nature of Horus' attack. This was a high-dimensional attack at the conceptual level. The target of Horus' attack was the concept of "heart".

Therefore, no matter how many hearts he has, whether his heart is intact or not, or whether he replaces his heart after suffering a fatal injury, it is meaningless to Horus.

In an instant, Curze's heart was pierced, and the attack that was enough to kill Sanguinius was blocked by him at the cost of his life.

The extremely intense pain made Konrad Curze tremble uncontrollably all over. This was the most primitive and instinctive reaction of life before death, and even the Primarch was not immune to it.

At this moment, even someone like Ryan Johnson, who had a deep hatred for Curze, could not help but feel filled with grief and rage.

The Primarchs were extremely heartbroken. Whether it was the death of Curze or Sanguinius, it was an unacceptable tragedy.

Koz had indeed done something wrong, and countless people died because of him. No one is qualified to forgive him on behalf of the victims.

But at this moment he at least proved that he had not only done wrong things, but also done right things.

He has hurt his brothers and saved them, and no one can question his brotherhood.

The five Primarchs present, Lion, Russ, Jaghatai, Dorn, and Curze, all blocked a high-dimensional attack for Sanguinius, but the price was extremely heavy -

Sanguinius and Curze were already dying, and the remaining four Primarchs were also severely injured.

Before Horus even showed his true strength, the Primarchs already had little ability to resist.

Despair, utter despair.

Roche had been trying desperately to strengthen Horus in his imagination, but until he actually faced this Warmaster who had completely integrated the power of the Four Chaos Gods into one, he helplessly discovered that all his evaluations of Horus were wrong.

It was already difficult to describe him as powerful. Luo Xi had no idea how to defeat this monster.

"Only the Emperor has the possibility to defeat Horus in this state." Roxi thought helplessly in his heart.

He immediately dragged back the bodies of Sanguinius and Curze, and used the material of the altar to create two stasis fields, sealing the two dying Primarchs inside.

"Emperor, luckily the stasis stance worked on them. It was such torture to watch them both die in front of my eyes."

Luo Xi felt that at least the lives of both of them were saved, but now they were hovering between life and death.

Once the stasis stance fails, they will still slide into the abyss of death.

And Lion and others have begun to prepare to retreat. The cold reality has proved that even if the Primarchs gather together, it will be of no use to Horus.

"We will not retreat. The Custodians will always be the most loyal followers of the Emperor."

Valdor led the Imperial Guards to provide final cover for the Primarch's retreat. Even the Emperor's perfect alchemy creation could not help but feel fear when facing Horus, who seemed like a demon god.

However, the rigorous training and mental toughening they received enabled the Imperial Guards to still have the courage to fight Horus.

They didn't like the Primarch, but reason told them that only the Primarch could help their lord, so they gladly accepted this fate.

Horus paid no attention to Valdor and the golden guards.

He knew that the guards around the emperor were nothing more than precious toy figures that were expensive but of little use.

The Imperial Guards were a failed product created by his father out of some bad taste.

However, some extremely fragmented fragments in Horus' memory still recorded his hostility towards the Guards. These guys were hostile to the Primarchs and the Astartes, and believed that they were completely uncontrollable and dangerous factors.

Horus stretched out his right hand and pinched it casually, and the many guards around Valdor were squeezed into a mixture of shining gold and flesh.

Then the mixture exploded with a loud bang, and the bursting metal and bone spurs blew the other guards and silent sisters around them into pieces.

These strongest men, carefully selected from among thousands of humans, were unable to even rush to Horus and cause him the slightest harm, and died in an extremely boring and humiliating way.

But the Emperor's Claws continued to charge forward fearlessly. Valdor brandished the Spear of the Solar God and rushed towards Horus without any regard for his own safety.

The Spear of the Solar God forged by the Emperor caused Horus to have a more obvious reaction. He looked at this weapon that could kill gods with some fear. He remembered that not long ago, his brother had tried to stab him with another spear.

However, he felt that the original intention of forging this weapon was not to deal with himself, but to deal with the Lord of Humanity.

The destiny of the Spear of Dionysus is oneself, while the destiny of the Spear of the Sun God is the Emperor.

He stretched out his hand, and Waldor's martial arts, which were honed for thousands of years, and his body, which was second only to that of the Primarch, collapsed in an instant. He was held in the opponent's hand, and countless dark spikes emerged from the void and faintly pierced into his armor.

But even so, Valdor continued to swing his spear, determined to bite off a piece of Horus' flesh at the cost of his life.

Just when the four gods were planning to snap their fingers and completely annihilate the leader of the emperor's trusted imperial guards, a figure radiating brilliant light finally arrived at the bloody battlefield.

Behind the Emperor followed Litu, Gaviel Loken and the Admiral Kyle Cardus, but compared with these three scarred and filthy warriors, the Emperor still looked sacred and inviolable.

He had tried his best to rush to the battlefield, but he was still a step too late.

He saw Sanguinius and Curze lying in stasis, barely clinging to their last glimmer of life.

He saw four primarchs including Lion, covered in wounds and with dark spikes nailed to their bodies. He saw his close comrade Valdor about to be killed by Horus, and the ground was littered with armor fragments and corpses of the Imperial Guards.

The Emperor had no anger, no fear, and before arriving at this final battlefield, he had already abandoned and suppressed any emotions that might interfere with him.

He was infinitely close to a state of extreme rationality and extreme coldness, but he had not fallen into the desperate situation of awakening the Dark Lord.

"Put him down! Horus!"

The Emperor's Sword created a wave of fire, forcing Horus to let go of Valdor.

Horus reluctantly threw the obstructing Valdo away. He just watched greedily, savoring the Emperor and seeking the emotional fluctuations of the Lord of Mankind.

At this moment, the world was no longer important to Horus, not even the Primarch brothers lying before him.

In his eyes, there is only the emperor, his monarch, his father, and the leader he is loyal to.

He had imagined this scene countless times, and thought countless times about what the scene would be like when he really fought face to face with his father.

The burning galaxy was just a chance to add excitement to this kind of battle.

He looked at the Emperor greedily and hungrily, yet was somewhat confused, for Horus did not sense the slightest anger or murderous intent, nor fear or despair, etc. from the Emperor.

Everything was different from what Horus had imagined. There was no scolding, no cursing, no pleading. The Emperor looked at him as if he were a stranger.

This made the majestic and arrogant Horus feel a little... aggrieved?
Why, why is this happening?

While Horus was starting to go crazy again, Roxi finally brought Curze and Sanguinius's stasis stance to the back of the battlefield, while Ryan and others stood guard on the side to protect their brothers' last chance of life.

"What a hateful, pathetic and pitiful guy." Luo Xi looked at the extremely rich and distorted emotional changes on Horus' face, and couldn't help but take a breath and said.

"Horus is invincible, but so what? He is dying, and his body cannot permanently withstand the infinite power from the four Chaos Gods.

He has completely turned into a person with Alzheimer's disease, and his consciousness is even more broken than Angron's."

There is no doubt that from the moment the Emperor descended, everyone present, including the Primarchs, became witnesses of this great ceremony.

The protagonists of the ceremony are only the Emperor and Horus.

The emperor swung his sword, drawing a dividing line burning with sacred flames, protecting those who had nothing to do with the battle behind him.

Horus also acquiesced to the other party's actions. In fact, this unruly wolf-shepherd god also hoped that there would be some spectators to witness his great victory.

How boring and tedious it would be if no one witnessed such a great moment.

Perhaps through their mouths, there will be bards and wandering merchants in the galaxy in the future to sing praises of what happened today.

Horus looked at the Emperor and couldn't help but straighten his back. This was an instinctive habit formed over the years. He always wanted to show the best posture in front of his father, even if it was just the most basic standing posture.

But now Horus was suddenly surprised to find that the positions of both parties had changed. He had grown up and was no longer the eldest son of the Emperor, and the Emperor was not as tall as he had imagined in the past.

He was extremely delighted by this unexpected discovery that he was greater than the emperor, which meant that he was qualified to replace his father and take his place.

Horus closed his eyes and greedily recalled the unforgettable thirty years.

The golden thirty years, his gold ring, his Sagittarius sign, and the Emperor’s approval of him flashed back.

He has always been by the Emperor's side, receiving his teachings and care day and night, without any other annoying brothers to share his love.

He liked that feeling of security. As long as he was by the emperor's side, he had the courage to fight against any powerful enemy.

Not even the terrifying Ork Emperor could stop him from serving the Emperor.

Horus looked at the Emperor, not missing a single detail about the Lord of Mankind. His father had not changed much from before. He was still so perfect and holy.

Yes, he should be so perfect, because he is the emperor and the one he loves most.

The Emperor's armour gleamed, the Emperor's sword gleamed, the Emperor's cloak and hair gleamed.

Those lights are deadly lights of extinction for the demons in the Warp, but they are extremely kind and warm to Horus.

The Emperor's kingly face was imprinted in Horus' eyes; so noble, so sacred, and so amiable.

Many say that the Emperor has the ability to have a thousand faces, but Horus firmly believes that the Emperor in his eyes is his true self.

Is there any need to doubt this? He is the Emperor's eldest son, the Empire's warmaster, and the savior of mankind. Everything is so harmonious and perfect.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Horus' mind, but to outsiders, the wolf-shepherd god's expression could not be described as normal.

This is just like a severe schizophrenia patient suffering from Alzheimer's disease, still grinning foolishly again and again.

Horus is no longer the wise and mighty wolf-herding god of the past. Roche even doubts whether he is still a human being.

The Emperor raised his head, and the glorious laurel wreath on his forehead illuminated the subtle expression of the Lord of Mankind.

"why?"

"Why!"

"why."

The Emperor asked three whys in a row, and a trace of fluctuation finally appeared in his cold emotions. Horus felt puzzled and didn't understand what his father was doing.

What question did the Emperor want to ask that he still hadn't received the answer to?

The Emperor in the Eyes of He Guangtou
　The title is fake. I don't want Sanguinius to die. The Archangel is going to take him away.
　　On the last day of Year 24, Sanguinius escaped his doomed death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)