Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

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.