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

Chapter 660: The Emperor and Horus (Three in One)

Father and son.

King and warlord.

The Lord of Mankind and the Traitor of Mankind.

The Emperor and Horus faced each other with dozens of meters between them. Although there were only two of them, they had hundreds of different opposing relationships.

Every relationship, every concept is separate from each other and at war in higher dimensions.

The ritual altar gradually changed, and it seemed that with the Emperor's entry, everything began to become clear.

The dark fog that enveloped the Spirit of Vengeance gradually dissipated, and the body of the Queen of Glory's warship seemed to be completely stripped away, revealing a huge skeleton-like structure.

This glorious battleship belonging to the Wolf Shepherd God is being rewritten and reshaped by the will of its master. Everything can be accomplished by Horus in just a thought.

Through the transparent barrier, Luo Xi and others could see countless flames and dust rising from the blue and white clouds of Terra, as hideous as the black spots of rotten borers on an apple.

Everyone was sucked into the gravitational field of the Spirit of Vengeance. Looking up, they could see Terra turned upside down, as if it was about to lose speed and crash into the home planet of mankind.

The wreckage of countless warships, orbital fragments, and the broken corpses of warriors are spinning rapidly along the orbit under the capture of Terra's gravity.

Among them were some stalled warships several kilometers long, which collided and rubbed against each other, emitting extremely dazzling sparks.

The huge Eyes of Horus slowly rose above the surface of the altar. They were a hundred meters high, and their dim and dark eyes were all looking towards the Emperor.

These eyes seem to have existed here since time immemorial, and the powerful and evil will is projected unreservedly into the human world through those vertical pupils.

The sound of an ancient horn came from nowhere, and the shouts and fighting sounds of countless humans accompanied the horn, as if one was in an unknown ancient battlefield.

Countless bodies of Astartes and mortal auxiliaries lay scattered across the deck of the Vengeful Spirit.

Among them were loyalists and rebels, but unsurprisingly they had all turned into cold corpses and become a decoration on the battlefield.

Horus carefully decorated this battlefield, which would be the starting point of his ascension to the throne and the end point of the Emperor's destiny.

"I have grown up, and you have grown old, father."

"You are no longer as tall and strong as you used to be. You are not a perfect person and you have your own flaws and weaknesses.

But I am different from you, I am more perfect and powerful, now is the time for you to bow down to me."

"I am closer to God than you are. Even the four evil gods in the warp are just equals to me."

Horus thought that the Emperor's question was about the change in his and his positions.

The Emperor is no longer the absolutely powerful one, but he is no longer the completely obedient and trembling weak one.

"Why?" the emperor continued.

Horus suddenly felt stunned and angry for no apparent reason.

He felt that his father did not treat him with the attitude of a weak person facing a strong person.

This was not good and he was very unhappy, but as an emperor he was willing to tolerate this little bit of usurpation.

"You killed my son," said the Emperor.

Horus only felt that his father might have been shocked by the shocking act he had done.

Yes, he had killed Curze and Sanguinius, they weren't completely dead yet, but once he was done with the Emperor's business, those would be little more than small matters that he could easily resolve.

Time is in his hands. As long as he wants, he can control the life and death of anyone.

Even for those descendants who had died in the war, Horus could reverse time, salvage them from the long river of time and resurrect them again.

He is no longer as weak as he used to be. In his eyes now, the so-called original brothers are no different from ants that can be easily crushed to death on the roadside.

Since you are unwilling to surrender, then just disappear, as if you had never been to this world.

“Father, they are just two brothers. I have given Sanguinius a chance, and he deserves to stay with me.

I once promised him that he would have a throne that was closest to mine, and that he would be able to rule the world with me. What an honor it would be, but he rejected me again and again!"

"My patience is limited. He may have a good position in my heart, but it can never be compared with you. Only in front of you can I compromise and give in again and again." Horus said affectionately, staring at the emperor in front of him.

“Yes, I killed Curze too, but wasn’t he always a loser?
Don't you also hate this dirty Nostramo man, who is like a rat in the sewer and cannot stand the light. Once exposed to your light, his eyes and skin will be burned and blistered. "

Horus seemed to hate the Emperor's attitude of a riddle man, which reminded him of a long time ago when he accompanied the Emperor in this way and tried to figure out his father's intentions every day.

The ancient Terrans often said that living with a king is like living with a tiger. Although his father never threatened him with his unpredictable kindness and power, he often felt tremendous pressure and anxiety.

The Emperor never said exactly what he wanted.

Horus never forgot those golden thirty years. He loved the Emperor, but he also feared him.

The Emperor was an insurmountable mountain in his heart. All the decisions made by the Emperor were correct and every aspect of him was perfect. He was just lucky to be his first son to return.

Therefore, Horus was trembling with fear and never dared to be careless for a moment, for fear that he would make some mistake and cause the Emperor to withdraw his attention and favor from him.

As Leman Russ and other Primarchs were recovered one by one, the fear caused by the fear of gain and loss became more and more serious.

Horus comforted and enlightened himself more than once, but it only temporarily suppressed and postponed the problem.

He held himself to even greater standards of perfection than Fulgrim himself, he must be tolerant, he must be kind, he must emulate every aspect of the Emperor in order to lead his equally extraordinary children.

Only Horus knew that when he saw the noble Sanguinius, the first thing that came to his mind was not love and kindness for his brother, but a fear of inferiority and a dark feeling of wanting to eliminate this threat.

Horus is perhaps the most human among the Primarchs. His emotions are those of a mortal being, even stronger than those of a mortal being.

If Roche were to make an evaluation, the relationship between this Primarch and the Emperor had a high degree of overlap with his impression of the parent-child relationship in East Asia.

Horus worships authority elders and craves recognition, but at the same time he is also afraid of them and instinctively wants to break away from their control and gain his own space.

He may even feel that other outstanding brothers will take his place.

The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. The weakness in Horus's heart was magnified and strengthened by the power of chaos, and became what it is today.

"You killed my son."

"why?"

The Emperor was still talking to himself, his voice echoing on the huge ritual altar. Even the people acting as the audience could clearly hear the questions of the Lord of Mankind.

Horus' impatience deepened, but he took a deep breath and gave the Emperor the most patience and time.

“Father, I am already the new Lord of Humanity, and you should sit at my right hand.

Come with me to create a new era for mankind, say goodbye to the remnants of the old era, and let us fight side by side, just like we did in those thirty years. "

Horus stretched out his right hand, revealing an extremely precious golden ring.

This golden ring given by the emperor to Horus has long been gleaming with the oily luster of Mosuo, like a patinated artifact.

Horus held the ring aloft, letting it gleam in the light reflected from Terra.

"Father, I know you are too tired. You have always wanted to free humanity from the fate of being enslaved by Chaos, so you launched the Great Crusade, began to build the human webway project, and began to use countless secrets and plans to cover up your true intentions."

"Let go, take a rest, leave everything to me, and you just need to sit beside me and watch everything quietly, worshiping my great achievements and accomplishments."

"I will surpass you and complete your unfinished work."

Horus did not want to kill the Emperor at all, even though the voices of the Four Chaos Gods kept urging him in his ears. They longed for the Emperor to die, to break free from the constraints of this physical body, and to become the real "Him".

"Noisy!"

Horus impatiently turned off the voices of the four gods, and now his ears were finally quiet.

Did these lowly things think they could always control him? Little did they know that he just wanted to plunder their power and use it as his own.

"Why?" the emperor continued to question.

Horus' patience was exhausted. He thought he had given the perfect answer, but he was still repeating the pointless question.

If he wasn't talking about Sanguinius and Curze, then what was he talking about?
Horus tried to divine the Emperor's intentions, just as he had done for the past thirty years.

The Emperor never liked to speak clearly, so as the son closest to him, Horus had to use his intelligence to observe and understand the Emperor.

Although all this seemed like a guessing game, Horus actually enjoyed it. This was the tacit understanding between them, and the probability of Horus guessing correctly was extremely high, and he would hardly make a mistake.

"Are you reluctant to give up your power? Father, don't worry. As my father, you will always have the same power as me.

If you really can't bear to give up this throne, then the empire can have two emperors. You are always special and worth any compromise I make."

Horus comforted the Emperor as if he were comforting his son. He thought he had already regressed a lot. Even if the Emperor was greedy or stubborn, he should make changes, right?
But the emperor still had that cold look on his face, repeating the why like a machine.

A nameless anger surged in Horus' heart. He wanted to open the Emperor's mind and see what was confusing him.

"Father, are you asking me why I can master such great power of Chaos? Because of courage and spirit, and you obviously lack these things.

You could have used the power of chaos infinitely, but now you are timid and afraid of it. How can you master its power?"

"I can tell you the truth, I have already merged the power of the four evil gods and plundered their essence.

The power of the highest heaven is subservient to me, and only in this way can I lead mankind to another glorious future. "

"It is impossible and foolish to resist the warp again and again. This is where I am better than you."

Roxi could no longer imagine what Horus's mental state was right now. This guy had already drank the poisonous chicken soup from the Warp in big gulps, but he was still complacent about it being very delicious and fresh.

He also kept passing the bowl of poisonous chicken soup to other people and questioned his father why he didn't eat it as much as he did.

"You are a complete fool!"

A voice expressed Roxi's true thoughts. The imperial guard Kyle Cardus who followed the emperor roared fearlessly.

"No one can master the power of Chaos. Anyone who thinks he can is just another self-righteous fool!"

Horus was furious at the taunts and scoldings of the Custodians. This was an intimate moment between him and the Emperor, and the others were merely spectators who had stayed behind out of kindness.

The audience should have remained quiet and provided applause and cheers when appropriate, instead of interrupting his time with the Emperor in such an rude manner.

Just as Horus was about to kill the fragile golden toy, another Astartes stood in his way.

The power of annihilation in Horus's hand suddenly dissipated, because this Astartes was none other than his son Gaviel Loken.

Since Sejanus' death, Loken had filled his place and became one of Horus' favorite sons.

Horus once declared that Loken was his Sanguinius, which shows the special position of Loken in his heart.

After Loken defected and refused to return, Horus missed him terribly. He had always reserved a place for this rebellious son, and as long as he was willing to change his mind, all the past would be forgiven. "Father!"

"Wolf Shepherd God!"

"traitor!"

"Fool!"

Locke called Horus by different names one after another, and the wolf-shepherd god's face instantly turned ugly.

After Loken left the legion, he became a bad boy.

And bad kids should die... Horus dismissed this terrible idea. He didn't know why he suddenly had a terrible murderous intention towards Loken.

His emotions seemed completely out of control, as if the slightest push would send him sliding into the bottomless abyss.

"You are already a slave of Chaos. They have loosened the collar on your neck, so you have the illusion that you are still free. Wolf Shepherd God, you are nothing but a mad dog that bites people!"

"Look at what you are doing now. You used to be so loyal and steadfast to the Emperor. No matter what excuses you use, you are now the same bastard you once despised!"

Loken's words were unpleasant to hear. Even though Horus loved him very much, he still felt the pain on his face.

Especially since all this happened in front of the Emperor, Horus felt humiliated.

"Come back now, while you can still control yourself. Do you really want to become a plaything of Chaos? Be instigated and deceived by them to kill your own father?"

"Is it really your will that controls you?"

Loken's persuasion was so harsh that Horus simply blocked his voice. The last Luna Wolf's mouth was still chattering, but there was no sound at all.

Horus turned his head proudly and looked at the Emperor. He understood his father's trick. It was not difficult to guess and he saw through it easily.

The Emperor just wanted Loken to be here to distract his attention. He would not kill Loken.

No matter how bad he is, he is still my son. If my son doesn't obey me, should I kill him?

Although it was simple and straightforward, it was indeed useful. Horus only felt that one billionth of his emotions and vigilance were shaken because of Loken's voice, which was already a remarkable achievement.

The Emperor's indifference made Horus feel bored, and he didn't want to continue this boring life.

"Now, kneel down before me!"

"Now, tell me you regret everything you've hidden from us!"

"Now, tell me you feel your defeat, and you accept your defeat at my hands!"

Horus chattered on and on, and he even began to cross the line of fire drawn by the Emperor. It was indeed a bit hot and stinging, and if he was still the original wolf shepherd god, then perhaps he would not be able to cross the barrier set by the Emperor no matter how hard he tried.

And now... he just needs to adjust his pace slightly.

His powerful strength is the bargaining chip for him to talk with the emperor on an equal footing.

But as Horus moved, the Emperor's cold gaze was still fixed on his original position, which suddenly gave Horus a terrible thought:

Could it be that the person the emperor had been looking at and asking questions about was not him?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

Horus looked behind him with the corner of his eye feeling somewhat guilty. There was only shadow there. The huge Eye of Horus blocked the light from the sun and cast a shadow.

And in the shadows, lurking are the four bloodthirsty spectators in the High Heaven. They are the ones driving everything. They are the ones who are luring themselves into chaos, and they will be trampled under their feet.

Horus felt an unprecedented sense of loss. He felt that everything he had thought about seemed to have become a joke.

The emperor didn't even look at him, which was a great contempt, because silence itself was contempt.

"So the sentence 'You killed my son' actually refers to me?"

"How ridiculous! How ridiculous! Father! I'm not dead yet!"

Horus showed a look of astonishment and sneered. He was fine, he had never died, and now he was the real him.

In a rage, Horus raised his right claw directly, and an endless vortex swallowed the etheric power of the warp.

Horus became extremely terrifying and horrifying. He released a scarlet wave, which directly knocked the Emperor, who had been standing there, away.

Even the Lord of Humanity still felt powerless in the face of this level of power.

Seeing that the emperor was under attack, the three warriors following him immediately rushed forward regardless of everything.

At the edge of the ritual altar, Ryan Johnson gripped the Lion Sword tightly with his good hand. The four Primarch brothers had blocked four fatal attacks for Sanguinius and were already extremely weak at this moment.

However, they had no regrets about their choice. As long as they shared Horus's attacks, they would be able to survive. But once Sanguinius was hit by five attacks, he would really die.

None of the Primarch brothers would tolerate watching Sanguinius die before their eyes.

If they do nothing, they will be tormented by memories every minute and every second from now on.

Didn’t you see that even Conrad Curze was willing to die for Sanguinius, and now he is still lying in a stasis state with his life or death unknown. Are they not as good as that bastard Curze?
"Find an opportunity to take Sanguinius and Curze away. The farther the better. Don't come back until the outcome is decided."

Ryan looked into Luo Xi's eyes and said very seriously.

"If we all die here, then the legions will be in your hands. You have the prestige and power to command the legions."

"But you have to be careful of this kid Guilliman. I always feel that he is not honest and he may even have rebellious intentions."

Hearing that Lion entrusted his son to Guilliman without forgetting to criticize him, Roche's mouth twitched suddenly, and he didn't know what to say.

Why do Macragge people always seem ambitious in the eyes of others?

"No, Ryan, what qualifications do you have to order me around?" Luo Xi asked back.

The Lion King was stunned. Luo Xi had always been a gentle and kind man. He rarely got angry, and he worked diligently to ensure that the logistics were absolutely foolproof.

Ryan really enjoyed the time he spent working with Roche. He only had to think about how to issue the extermination order, and someone else would take care of everything else.

After all, Luo Xi only needs to consider how to manage logistics, but he has a lot more to think about when issuing an extermination order.

"You all want to be heroes and cover my back? Am I the kind of person who is afraid of death?"

Luo Xi called over a few iron men who were following behind him. These were the war weapons that were teleported to the Soul of Vengeance with them. However, Adam seemed to have no idea where he was sent, and they did not see him while they were gathering the troops along the way.

"You must send the bodies of Sanguinius and Curze, along with the Stasis Field, back to the Terran Palace. Tell Pollax who is staying behind. He will understand."

Those war-type iron men immediately raised their stasis field generators and took the two seriously injured and dying people away from the Spirit of Vengeance.

The Iron Man's body twisted and deformed, changing from its original human form into a small airdrop capsule, which broke away from the gravitational constraints of the Spirit of Vengeance after a burst of fire.

After doing all this, Luo Xi turned around and looked at Ryan and the others.

"I just know that if I run away now, maybe I can still live in the future, but I will always regret my choice now."

"Horus is such a pathetic puppet. I've had enough of his arrogance and stupidity. I might as well fight him!"

"That fucking bastard is still dreaming about his grandiose dreams. He still thinks he is the master of mankind. I can't stand it!"

"I have never misjudged you, my friend." Chagatai Khan smiled elegantly. One of his legs was completely unable to move, but he was still the fastest among all the people present.

The Emperor had been knocked to the ground by Horus' psychic lightning, and the three Custodes and Astartes around him had already rushed forward, and were then knocked away by Horus without any surprise.

If it weren't for Loken, the Imperial Guards and Li Tu would have been wiped out long ago.

A new group of reinforcements, including Ryan, also joined the battlefield. Together with Orpesson, the blessed lady Cyrene, and Agent John, they were also trying their best to contain Horus.

With strength alone, even if the three of them were tied together, they could not shake Horus at all, but John was able to constantly use words to attack Horus mentally.

"Horus!"

"Have you always been proud of your status as a warmaster? But do you know that you are just a substitute?"

"You're just a pathetic meal replacement, Olpersong's meal replacement!"

"The man standing before you is the Emperor's first Warmaster. He is also the origin of the great name of Warmaster. He is the only Warmaster candidate in the Emperor's mind!"

"You lowly fake, come and see what your true self looks like!"

John didn't care about Orperson's life or death at all, and directly fired at him with Horus' most precious thing.

Even Horus, who was in a state of dementia, instantly became rigid when he heard John's shocking words.

The next second, countless dark psychic lightning gushed out from Horus' body, passing over Loken, the Imperial Guards, Litu, and even the Primarchs, chasing after Orpersun and killing him without reservation.

Each attack could completely obliterate this ancient psychic.

"John, I *****!"

"you****!!"

Orperson had not expected that John's method would be this, and he immediately ran away in a panic.

He used the countless huge Eyes of Horus at the ritual site as obstacles to block the deadly psychic lightning.

In the shadows cast by the Eye of Horus, the Four Chaos Gods who were watching this absolutely heavyweight duel in the Warp were staring intently.

They themselves are the aggregation of emotions of countless intelligent life forms in the universe. Although they have self-awareness, they are still subject to their own essence.

Just like the Blood God cannot refuse a duel challenge, Tzeentch cannot refuse a conspiracy, and such explosive dramas of fathers and sons killing each other, and monarchs and ministers killing each other make them intoxicated.

Seeing that John had tricked Orpesson and attracted Horus' attention, countless laughter like a warp storm suddenly came from the darkness.

At this moment, they even temporarily let go of their obsession with the great game and focused more on this extremely exciting and thrilling chase.

For the Chaos Gods, the days were too boring. Apart from playing cards with a few old rivals and having fun with the Great Game, there was no other fun.

Just as the first generation Warmaster was about to die at the hands of the current Warmaster, a mental barrier blocked the deadly lightning in front of Orpesson.

The oldest of the immortals felt the chilling threat of death, knowing that if he died at the hands of Horus, he would probably never be resurrected again.

"Nyos, your great son really almost killed me!"

“Almost, just almost!”

However, with the Emperor's action, neither Horus nor the Lord of Mankind had time to care about Orpesson. They crossed the line and began to attack each other.

Father and son, king and minister, will have an ending today.

　I have really had enough of writing about Horus, the father's boy and the mother's son. I will probably finish the Horus plot the day after tomorrow.
　　I wish you all good health and happiness in the new year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)