Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

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 on the Warp Demon and passed through the crowds of people, who seemed to be completely oblivious to this strange duo.

Malohurst felt the boiling heat in the air, which was the waste heat brought by countless bombs sweeping through the air. The bitter wind carried the ashes of humans and tortured 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.

Chapter 566: Filial Sons (Please follow)

Under Malohurst's soul-burning blow, the last of Horus' good soul was finally annihilated.

His selfless devotion restored Horus's shattered soul to its original state, allowing him to recover from his bleeding and dying state.

But in a sense, Horus lost his free will from then on, and he had completely become a slave of Chaos.

Right or wrong, it was already a foregone conclusion. Malohurst, Horus's chief attendant and most loyal and fanatical son, died in exchange for his father's "recovery" and "healing".

In order for his father and master to continue his great cause, Malohurst would do anything, but whether Horus was willing to accept the price was within his consideration.

The Warmaster, who had regained consciousness, once again gave orders to all other friendly warships through the holographic projection.

"Rally to Ullanor!"

Horus' personal appearance undoubtedly dispelled many rumors, and the restless morale in the rebel camp stabilized instantly.

This is an ability that only Horus possesses. Only his prestige can instantly make most of the people in the huge rebel camp win over with just one sentence.

But, it doesn’t mean that everyone is like this.

On the bridge of the Trisapacor, the Great Bearer sat cross-legged on a giant black stone altar, with candles made of human blood and fat burning beside him.

Further away, the Dark Apostle Layak and the Hand of Fate Erebus were sitting solemnly and praying.

They recited the scriptures written by Luojia, expressing infinite respect and reverence for the original truth that existed in the dark.

Suddenly, the slowly burning candle went out without any sign at all.

"He did it. Malohurst completed his mission. He stabbed the ritual dagger into Horus' body, allowing our wolf-god and warmaster to return to the embrace of the warp completely."

The Dark Apostle said that he was wearing a mask that attracted everyone's attention. Only the true God could see his face, and even Lorgar could not order him to take off the mask.

"Yes, he is truly a 'filial son', my friend. I used to get along so well with him, but unfortunately..."

The person who spoke was Erebus, the Hand of Fate. He forced a strange smile on his face, as if he was crying or mourning, but also as if he was laughing or celebrating.

Erebus sat in the position closest to Lorgar. Kor Phaeron, the former primarch's adoptive father, could still compete with him for this position, but unfortunately, now, the huge Word Bearers Legion no longer had any opponent who could compete with him.

He sat there proudly, but the scene of Horus cutting off his face in the past already appeared in his mind.

His venom-soaked heart was pounding, and Erebus hid all his joy beneath the surface. He savored the news that Horus had completely become a slave to Chaos with great joy.

Great, that's how it should be.

Hatred and joy brewed and fermented in his heart, turning into a glass of intoxicating wine, and Erebas drank it happily.

It was he who designed to seriously injure Horus, and it was he who sent Horus to the temple. Now it was he who helped Malohurst completely annihilate Horus's independent consciousness.

The feeling of controlling the Primarchs, manipulating the gods, and playing with all beings in the galaxy made him extremely obsessed and intoxicated.

This is what he wanted, to control everyone like the hand of fate.

So what if they are the Primarchs, so what if they are the gods, they are still pawns in the hand of fate.

As for Lorgar... he doesn't really think he can replace Horus, does he? Erebus sneered in his heart.

"Fate took a different path. My brother woke up, but it doesn't matter."

Luo Jia had no idea what Erebus was thinking. He knew that his chief priest had his own little secrets and plans, but that didn't matter.

He was confident that he could control these heirs who all had their own ideas.

"I have gained the ability to fight him. Fulgrim is the sharpest knife in my hand, and Angron will be my most powerful hammer. With their help, plus my strength, Horus is not unbeatable."

"Only by defeating the old king in front of everyone can the new emperor ascend the throne, and I am the true Chaos Chosen."

Lorgar's clear voice echoed in the space. In order to completely overthrow Horus, he paid an unimaginable price and effort, and took endless risks to finally complete the trump card in his hand.

"Rayak," Lorgar said.

The dark apostle, who had remained silent all this time, chanted the true name of the demon prince. The next moment, Fulgrim, who was having fun with his offspring in the Emperor's Pride and indulging himself in lust, was summoned here.

The Fallen Phoenix returned to its half-human, half-snake form. The snake tail coiling around his lower body exuded a thrilling allure, seducing everyone who saw it.

Fulgrim did not say anything. He just lazily found a corner and played with his provocative snake tail.

"I need your help, brother." Luo Jia came to the fallen phoenix with the hammer of the Enlightener in his hand.

"As you wish," Fulgrim replied.

His gaze swept across the faces of Erebus and Rajak, and he smiled lightly without leaving a trace.

Hiss...the taste of ambition is so fascinating.

"Father."

A gentle voice sounded, and a tall Word Bearer walked over from the direction of the corridor.

He has a face that makes people feel favorable. Although he is not as breathtakingly handsome as Fulgrim, he has a more approachable temperament.

The beauty of the phoenix is ​​like the violets on the mountains, which makes people dare not touch it.

And when this person smiles, even the Chaos Demon will be touched by his already completely cold heart.

The original enchanted warrior, the one who created the perfect balance between humanity and the Warp - Angor Tai.

When he saw his proudest son, Luo Jia stood up and gave him a warm hug.

This is a treatment unique to Anglete, and even his right and left hands do not have it.

Looking at Lorgar and Angertai who were showing their closeness, Erebas couldn't help but clench his right hand.

This was not because he was jealous of the father-son relationship between the two, but simply because the hand of fate believed that Ingres's existence was not a good thing for his great cause.

"It's true that Angertai is a symbol of the balance between humans and the Warp." Erebus thought, "But he is not pure enough and cannot truly match the evil side of Chaos. His existence is a threat, and he will prevent those around him from truly integrating into Chaos."

"I have to find an opportunity to get rid of my good brother."

Everyone present was completely unaware that in such a cordial and harmonious atmosphere, Erebas had already made up his mind to kill Angelte.

The dark apostle Layak maintained his low presence as always. He said nothing, but just stared at Luojia in a daze for a long time.

The Fallen Phoenix at the side coiled itself into a circle. He was the Prince of Pleasure's new love and naturally possessed abilities corresponding to Slaanesh.

Jealousy, greed, resentment, suspicion...

"Interesting, very interesting. Each of these sons of my good brother Luo Jia has different ideas."

"Everyone is amazing, everyone has ulterior motives, and everyone maintains superficial peace."