Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Father, stop struggling and accompany me to complete the upgrade."

"Just now when I thought I had killed you, I felt so empty inside. I understand now. I don't want you to die. I want you to sit beside my throne and watch me achieve great feats again and again."

A black crown with eight pointed corners condensed in Horus's hand, and he wanted to put it on the Emperor's head.

However, the Emperor proved his attitude with his actions. Flames began to burn all over his body, and he used up his last bit of strength to pierce Horus' chest with the Emperor's Claw.

Horus's face was filled with anger and helplessness. Such damage had no effect on him.

In response, he plunged his Claw of Horus into the Emperor's chest.

Father and son, king and subject, master of mankind and traitor of mankind...

They stabbed each other with their deadly weapons, and their blood flowed out and mixed together, as if they had established a blood connection in an instant.

This stalemate can only last for one second, and this one second is the opportunity the emperor needs.

At this moment, Orpesson and John, who had been spectating outside the ritual altar and seemed unable to do anything, suddenly rushed into the altar.

Their movements were so swift, as if they had rehearsed them hundreds of times in advance.

Even Luo Xi looked at the two in horror, totally not understanding how they did it.

Horus needed the presence of these "audiences", so they could only be passively trapped outside the venue and could not go anywhere except the audience seats.

This is a rule and also a concept. Horus almost has the power to make his words come true.

However, Luo Xi saw clearly what kind of power allowed Orpesson and the other man to break in.

The first-generation war commander took out a ceremonial dagger that seemed to be made of obsidian from his body.

This dagger, which Orpesson had carried since it was seized from Calth, once again exerted its incredible power.

The ritual field created by Horus and the four gods was cut open by Orpesson with a ritual dagger, allowing him and John to slip in.

And the agent John, who seemed like an ordinary passerby, suddenly uttered a strange pronunciation that could never be imitated or copied.

In an instant, a special force that did not belong to the Warp knocked the Emperor and Horus away.

As a price, John's mouth and throat had turned into a pool of mud.

He collapsed to the ground extremely weakly. That was the [Dark Language] he learned from Orpesson, a magical language inherited from ancient Terra and engraved on the Tower of Babel.

It can be called a secret word or a spell. As long as the correct pronunciation is pronounced as required, it can unleash a terrifying power that far exceeds psychic power.

It has nothing to do with the subspace, but is a force from the purely material realm. No one knows where it comes from or why it exists.

The Emperor wanted to obtain the power of Dark Words, so he was stabbed in the kidney by Orpesson, and the two parted ways.

And now the reason why Orperson has been carrying John, a useless burden, is to enable him to unleash the power of secret words at the critical moment.

The one second that the Emperor bought with his life provided Orperson and John with the opportunity to release the Dark Word.

John used secret words to knock the Emperor and Horus away, and once again gained a second of opportunity.

John, who had turned into a puddle of mud, signaled Orpersong with his eyes, and then the first-generation warmaster pounced on him at the fastest speed in his life and threw the ritual dagger in his hand into the hand of Gaviel Loken.

At this moment, the Emperor, who was in a love-hate relationship with Horus, was emitting a strong light all over his body. This was a power that the Emperor madly despised and resisted.

The power of divinity.

Countless humans know that the Emperor upholds the Imperial Truth, but they still secretly believe in the Emperor in the endless war.

This is a human instinct, the instinct to worship the strong and desire redemption.

In this critical moment, the Emperor had no choice but to pick up the divine power. He transformed into a ray of light that merged with the concept of human beings and injected it into Loken's body.

At this moment, Loken is the last Luna Wolf and the bearer of the Emperor's will.

He held the ceremonial dagger aloft and came to the side of the Emperor's body and Horus.

This was the Emperor's ultimate move. The previous defeat, Loken's persuasion, and the cooperation between Orperson and John had all contributed to this deadly plan.

Only by giving up everything can you get everything.

Only when you are in a desperate situation can you have a chance of being reborn.

The Emperor used Loken's body to stab Horus in the back with the ritual dagger.

In an instant, the powerful and arrogant Horus fell to the ground stiffly as if he had been electrocuted.

Realizing that they were in trouble, the Four Chaos Gods screamed in anger and desperately injected their power into Horus' body, trying to make him stand up again.

However, the ritual dagger was an unexpected variable for the four gods. It was one of the fragments of the ancient relic [Enemy Blade] that Erebus stole from the Inters Federation. The Nemesis Blade was the embodiment of the concept of murder at the beginning of humankind.

It has extraordinary lethality to any human being. Even the Primarch will be contaminated and corrupted by the power it contains.

After Erebus broke the Nemesis Blade into eight pieces, he forged it into a ritual dagger for the Word Bearers to use.

Horus fell, stabbed by the ritual dagger of his father's possessed son.

Ritual daggers have always been used by traitors who have surrendered to Chaos, but this does not mean that ritual daggers are ineffective against the existence of the Chaos camp.

The connection between the four gods and Horus was severed by the ritual dagger, and Lupercal, who had been in a daze and didn't know what was going on, finally regained his faint consciousness.

This famous wolf-shepherd god, warmaster and traitor of the empire, only woke up briefly a few times in a long time.

In Spirit of Vengeance, being boarded by Leman Russ and being stabbed by the Spear of Dionysus counts as one time.

He regained consciousness once before his consciousness entered the warp and the fragments of his kind soul were shattered by Malohurst.

And now, he and the Emperor stabbed each other with deadly weapons, and Horus, who was stabbed in the back by Loken, finally woke up for the third time.

Only this time did he truly break away from the Four Chaos Gods and gain valuable clarity.

The wolf-shepherd god could no longer speak. There was not a trace of strength left in his body. Even the Claw of Horus was gradually squeezed out by the Emperor's body.

The Emperor, who had borrowed Loken's body, slowly supported Horus.

Horus could only move his eyes, staring deep into Garviel Loken, staring into the Emperor's eyes.

This scene may be a little weird, because Loken is now both the son and the father of Horus.

It's sad that this father and son, who were once the closest, can only look at each other in this way now.

Horus couldn't speak, but all his emotions were contained in the gaze.

The Emperor understood the meaning...

Go ahead, father!

Horus has fully understood his situation. He is a slave of darkness, a weapon that thinks it has independent will, a tool to drag humanity into the abyss and quagmire.

He was the first Primarch to be sacrificed. Horus had already died on the altar of Davin. His true will was buried deep in his soul, and he suffered a series of devastating blows.

He knew how much effort and planning the Emperor had put in to enable humans to transcend and ascend. This idea had been rooted in the Emperor's heart tens of thousands of years ago.

It was he who destroyed everything, it was he who destroyed the dream of human revival, and it was he who shattered his father's most cherished treasure.

Even now, he crushed his father.

Horus knew how much damage he had inflicted on the Emperor. Even the powerful physique of the Immortal Lord of Mankind could not fully withstand such a blow.

If the Emperor cannot hold on, perhaps he can die and reincarnate, but who knows how long it will take him to eliminate the damage.

Ten years? One hundred years? Ten thousand years? Or ten thousand years?

No one knows the answer, not even the Emperor, but can humanity afford to lose the Emperor for ten thousand years?

Humans spread across the galaxy have long been the object of the Warp's salivation. Such a huge number of souls and emotions even surpasses the sum of any other race in the galaxy.

If the subspace wants to continue invading the universe, humans will be the key that cannot be circumvented.

He was wrong, so wrong that no one could forgive him.

Billions of people died because of him, and the future of mankind was bleak because of him. Even Horus himself was unwilling to forgive himself.

The Emperor seemed to see through Horus's thoughts and transferred his consciousness back to his original body.

He could feel that Horus' body was getting colder and colder, and this great being was about to take his last breath.

The Lord of Mankind sighed and made an extremely selfish decision.

At this minute, he was not the Lord of Mankind, not the Emperor above all else, but the father of Horus Lupercal.

The Emperor ignored his still bleeding chest, grabbed Horus by the neck, and held him in his arms, hugging him like a father hugging a newborn baby.

The invincible Horus began to turn pale, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, goose bumps stood up on the Primarch's skin, and he suddenly felt very cold, a coldness that penetrated to the bottom of his heart.

Horus' lips trembled slightly, and his will tried his best to say something, even just one word.

But his health deteriorated too quickly. After all, strictly speaking, he was already dead in the Temple of Devin.

The four Chaos Gods used the power of the Warp to complete his body, and then tore his complete spiritual will into pieces, gluing them together into a being named the Traitor Horus.

In order to compete with the Emperor, the Four Gods almost completely ignored whether Horus' body would collapse. They simply gave him more, causing his body to be overdrawn to the limit.

Perturabo was right about Horus, even if he defeated the Emperor, he would not survive much longer.

By then, it will not only be Horus' body that will die, but his essence in the Warp will also be eaten by the four gods. After all, the principle of "when the rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked" has been the case since ancient times.

Horus made no sound, but he allowed his lips to tremble slightly.

He had lost his soul and glory. What else could he do except sob quietly and feel ashamed?

"I know, I've always known."

A forced smile appeared on the emperor's pale face, and he smiled like a father.

"It hurts, I understand."

"It won't hurt soon, son."

The Emperor closed Horus' eyes, held his head tightly with his left hand, and held him in his arms.

And his right hand took the ritual dagger from Loken's hand.

He felt the cold touch of this embodiment of the concept of human murder, and then his muscles began to exert force. The Emperor's right hand pushed the ceremonial dagger, piercing Horus's body from behind and directly into his heart.

Horus' body suddenly stiffened as if he had been electrocuted, his stomach was still twitching and trembling, veins bulged on his neck and forehead, it seemed that his body was still struggling and unwilling to die.

A stream of icy air flowed along the ritual dagger into the heart, and the next moment, the greatest heart in the galaxy, second only to the Emperor's, stopped beating.

The Emperor's eyes moistened, and a drop of crystal clear blood and tears fell on Horus' forehead and seeped into his dead body.

In fact, he did not tell Horus that not only Horus missed those thirty years, but the Emperor also missed those thirty years.