Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Horus exchanged thirty years of his life, which accounted for the vast majority, for thirty insignificant years of the Emperor's life, but the latter remembered it with nostalgia.

"I forgive you." The emperor's voice was barely perceptible, as if it had never appeared.

As the words rang out, a tear shed from Horus's tightly closed eyes, full of incomparable bitterness and happiness.

The Emperor's tears slid down Horus's high forehead, and after a few seconds of chasing, merged with Horus' tears.

They are father and son, ruler and subject, enemies, and confidants.

However, only after death can their bodies embrace each other and their tears blend together.

This is a great sorrow, the eternal curse imposed on humanity by the Warp and Chaos.

It makes fathers and sons become enemies, brothers turn against each other, idealists abandon their ideals, and kind people fall into evil.

It is the original evil, the abyss of everything, eternally thirsting for all that is good.

The Emperor's ideal is to fight it and free humanity from this eternal curse.

But did he succeed? It seems not, because he couldn't even protect his beloved son.

But did it fail? It seems not, the Emperor is still alive, the Primarchs are still alive, and they have won a tragic and heroic victory in this war.

Horus' lifelong wish was to be able to stay with his father forever. Although he could no longer do so now, his tears fulfilled this long-cherished wish.

At least at this moment, no one, no God can separate the two mixed tears again.

The screams and complaints of the Four Chaos Gods gradually faded away with the demise of the carrier, and the haze shrouding the Spirit of Vengeance also dissipated without a trace.

Luo Xi came to the emperor and looked at the leader of the rebellion with a complicated expression.

"Purity and hope have been shattered. Only a firmer faith can guide us forward."

"The entire galaxy will burn for a long, long time."

The Emperor held Horus in his arms and murmured softly, as if he was coaxing his son to sleep.

"Will we win?" asked Roxie.

The emperor turned around and just smiled, without answering yes or no.

No one can answer this question, not even the Emperor.

There is no such thing as omniscience and omnipotence in the world.

"I don't know if we can win, but I know we cannot lose," the Emperor replied.

Luo Xi looked at the devastation and suddenly felt something in his heart.

"This war is over, but my mission has just begun."

The Emperor patted Roshi's shoulder gently with his hand.

“There is darkness before our eyes, but don’t be afraid. Work hard, be bold, and keep moving forward with your head held high.”

"Our civilization walks in the darkness. No one knows when it will reach the end, when it will reach the dawn, when it will see hope. But we know one thing -"

"When the sun rises, everything will be beautiful and everything will be fine."

Luo Xi nodded heavily, he already understood what the emperor meant.

The Horus Heresy has ended, but this does not mean that the dawn has come for humanity.

As long as the Warp can still affect humans and Chaos still exists, then even without Horus, there will be others who will become Chaos minions and slaves of darkness.

"Only from outside the universe can one obtain the power to negate the universe."

Roxi murmured, and he looked towards Terra, where the people of the Empire were working hard to clean up the battlefield, eliminate the remaining enemies, and begin to restore the human home planet to its former prosperity.

He looked at the sun. This yellow dwarf star had witnessed too many joys and sorrows. In its billions of years of life, human beings were just a moment.

"It's time for me to set off." Luo Xi said.

...End of this volume

I have finally finished writing the volume on the Great Rebellion, Wuhu!

Chapter 663 The Emperor's Will (Three in One)

"Father!"

"My lord!"

With the death of Horus, the ritual altar also ended its purpose of existence.

The huge Eye of Horus was disintegrating and collapsing, and the scarlet light of the Warp had its power source cut off and gradually disappeared.

The body of Horus in the Emperor's arms was turning into countless dust and quietly dissipating in the breeze.

He had already reached the limit of his body, and now that the power of the subspace had dissipated, he naturally could not maintain his existence.

Ryan, Waldo and others, who had long been unable to contain themselves, immediately pounced on the Emperor. They looked at him in horror as he stood in a pool of blood, still maintaining the posture of lifting and hugging the Emperor.

The pool of blood at the feet of the Lord of Mankind, some of it belonged to the Emperor, but most of it belonged to Horus, the chief of the rebellion.

The blood of the father and son dissolved together, giving off a strange and ominous feeling.

Although victory has been achieved, one still cannot feel any intense joy.

It was as if something was waking up in this pool of blood.

Upon seeing their father and monarch become the final winners, unrestrained primarchs such as Chagatai Khan and Leman Russ immediately burst into tears of excitement and could not suppress the smiles on their faces.

Victory, victory!

it's all over!

"Horus is dead!"

However, the more calm and introverted Primarchs such as Dorn and Lion were still shaking uncontrollably. Roxi saw that the Lion King had quietly put his intact hand behind his back to hide his gaffe and ecstasy.

Waldo knelt on one knee devoutly in front of his master, offering the highest respect and worship.

Just after Horus smashed the Emperor's head with his Worldbreaker, he really thought that he had lost the Emperor, so he immediately launched a suicide charge, wanting to die for his master.

The fog on the Vengeful Spirit is dissipating, and many loyalists who are fighting the rebels have received the call of the Primarch and are rushing towards the battlefield.

Astartes, Custodes, Sisters of Silence, Mechanical Priests, Mortal Auxiliaries...

As they ran, they shouted loudly, spreading the news of the Emperor's victory.

After so many years, the mountain that had been weighing on people's hearts suddenly disappeared. After a brief moment of disbelief, all human beings burst into enthusiastic cheers.

At this moment, even the mortal warriors who had been implanted with the ideological stamp were broken free by extreme emotions, holding up their weapons and shouting the name of the Emperor.

In contrast, Abaddon, who was organizing the Sons of Horus and some of the Word Bearers' possessed warriors to fight back against the Empire, suddenly became devastated and lost all his fighting spirit and strength.

He had sent all the elite troops of the Legion to the Saturn Wall; those Gastlin Terminators and the high-ranking officials of the Council of Four Kings had all been reduced to ashes.

But he himself was incredibly unlucky. Not only did he encounter the Knights-Errant led by Loken and Hal, but he was also confronted face to face by Chagatai Khan and other primarchs.

If he hadn't been teleported back to the flagship by Vashtor, he would have died long ago.

And now, Abaddon, who had always held out hope, had died in his heart.

"Failed……"

"it's all over."

"Father, what should I do?"

Abaddon knew that since the Emperor had been victorious, his father Horus must be dead, and their last chance was gone.

They are but a ragtag bunch of defeated soldiers. At the Emperor's command, the loyalists of the Imperium and the reinforcements on their way from Guilliman will crush them to dust.

"Should we run away? Is there any point?"

Just as Abaddon was caught in a fierce self-struggle, the still surviving Dark Apostle Rajak found the only remaining captain of the First Company.

"We still have a chance. The Warp is still on our side. As long as we escape into the Warp, everything can be reversed again."

"You are the eldest son of Horus who is left. You should shoulder the unfinished mission of your father. Who else can take on this responsibility besides you?"

Rajak's persuasion undoubtedly gave Abaddon a push and pulled him out of the vortex of self-consumption.

Abaddon's plait immediately began to shake, and he clenched Rajak's hand tightly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"You are right. The most important thing now is to escape. I must reconnect with the machine spirit of the Spirit of Vengeance. Although the Emperor has defeated my father, he must have been seriously injured."

"Everyone's attention is on the Emperor. This is the best and only chance."

Rajak looked at the excited Abaddon with satisfaction, the power of chaos constantly ringing in his mind.

The great beings of the Warp were extremely unhappy with the fall of Horus, but they had not yet lost the war.

The subspace can fail countless times, but if humans fail once, they will be doomed.

This was not a fair confrontation at all, but rather a naked aggression and assimilation.

Now they have two options available to them. One is the Chaos Legion led by Angertai and Kahn that has retreated into the Warp.

The other is Abaddon, the only remaining senior member of the Sons of Horus and the eldest son of Horus.

In fact, the target that the four Chaos Gods wanted more was Angertai, but this perfect blessed son knew the evil nature of the gods very well, and he completely ignored the temptation of the four gods.

In contrast, Abaddon became the choice that was not a choice.

……

"Horus is dead, but I am also seriously injured."

Just when Abaddon was about to make a final struggle, the Emperor, who was face to face with his children, told them a piece of bad news that was like a bolt from the blue.

Everyone felt numbness in their hands and feet, dizziness, and didn't know what to do.

What did the Emperor mean by seriously injured?

The Lord of Mankind took off the heavy True One Armor in front of his sons. This protective artifact of the Emperor had long been completely shattered, but it remained intact due to his psychic power.

After taking off his armor, a shocking scar appeared on the emperor's abdomen and chest, exposed to everyone's sight.

Horus almost tore his entire body apart, even his spine was broken and torn. Only by relying on his strong physical strength and psychic power could the Emperor still stand here and talk to everyone.

"But father, aren't you immortal?" Ryan asked puzzledly.

He knows more secrets about the Emperor than any of his brothers, and this is his duty.