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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

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.