Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

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.

Curze's prophetic power did not disappear, but instead underwent an incredible sublimation.

What he saw was no longer the predetermined future, but a vast world of a higher dimension that was detached from the real world.

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.