Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Sanguinius finally spoke, revealing the prophetic vision that had plagued him for so long.

Curze once told him this, but Sanguinius didn't take it seriously. He only thought it was a manifestation of Curze's incompetence and escaping from reality.

But this prophecy was magnified when Sanguinius scurried to support across the Chaos-ravaged Terra, delivering a brutal death to his out-of-control brother himself.

He could feel the vision of the future becoming more apparent with every heartbeat.

This is either the kind of abstract picture and unspeakable shadow, or it is an extremely real picture.

He could see the face of Horus, smell the blood everywhere, and hear the all-pervading laughter of the four gods.

Is my brother, Conrad Coates, also enduring such torture all the time?

Sanguinius thought back to his conversation with Curze, how much he had despised Curze's obedience to the prophecy, and how much he now regretted his own subjective assumptions.

This kind of prophecy drives people crazy. It's really not that Coze is too weak.

Walking in the corridors of the palace, Sanguinius said no to the Emperor's back.

"I will not let you fight Horus, father."

The Emperor did not stop or pay attention to him, but Sanguinius knew that he was listening to him.

"I've seen it all. I've seen that the Vengeful Spirit has become an anchor point for the power of the Four Gods to lead to the real universe. I've seen the reality that the entire Terra has sunk into the subspace. I've seen Guilliman and Ryan is out there and they're only a nine-hour flight away."

"But they will never arrive. Those things distort time and space, and as long as Horus lives, the effect will never end."

"I saw my death, that I would die by the sword of Horus. Everything told me that this was an inevitable destiny."

"Then just don't go out. Stay in the palace and protect Terra." The emperor said, not wanting to talk more about this topic.

But Sanguinius didn't think so. He continued, "You can't change my fate of being killed by Horus by joining a gang. But after I join a gang and accept death happily, father, you will have the opportunity to change our failure." fate."

Sanguinius also knew something, but he kept it to himself.

The Emperor finally stopped. This time he could not ignore Sanguinius's words. He looked at his son and conveyed enough information with his eyes.

This was how the Emperor viewed Sanguinius back on Baal.

"In that case, then you come with me."

After escaping aboard the Vengeful Spirit, the Emperor and the Custodes realized they had to find a way out inside the ship, which had lost its physical form.

The landing force was dispersed for a moment, and then suffered a pervasive hallucination attack.

Dorn saw a yellow desert formed by the dead Emperor's Fists. His mind was suffocated by hallucinations, and Khorne's voice could almost lift his body up.

He realizes that he is unable to resist and is teetering on the edge of degradation. He opened his mouth, and just as he said the blood sacrifice, he was saved by a golden power.

Breathing heavily, Dorn sat on the ground and saw the screaming and crying Custodes attacking the Emperor.

Their bodies were forcibly controlled by some force, but their minds were still clear, like puppets equipped with brains.

The Emperor knocked down the Custodes and tried to save them, but it was not just the Custodes who were attacking, but various unspeakable monsters that inhabited the bodies of the battleships were also attacking the Emperor.

Logging in was an extremely wrong decision! The Imperial Guard did not play a role in protecting the Emperor at this time, but instead became a stumbling block for the Emperor's fear!

Realizing this, the Imperial Guards were even more ashamed. They screamed and screamed in shame, begging the Emperor to execute them mercilessly.

But not all the landing forces suffered such a horrific blow. Sanguinius and his troops suffered less attacks, and those horrific hallucinations did not materialize on them.

This is fate, irresistible fate.

Finally the angel met Horus and ushered in his destiny.

On the verge of death, Sanguinius saw the Emperor appearing at the door, and he died with a relieved smile.

There are no outsiders here. The descendants of Horus were frightened by the dark aura emanating from Horus and fled in all directions. The demons hiding in the shadows also floated into the distance without even looking at Horus' body.

Now there are only two people, or rather two things.

The Emperor and Horus.

The Lord of Mankind and the Four Gods.

After experiencing countless calculations and contests, they finally displayed all their killing moves. Horus' originally proud and glorious soul was dismantled and separated by the four gods, just like four children robbing a lovable one, but It's not like reaching your favorite doll.

Anger surged from the Emperor's body, and the Vengeful Spirit shook, trembled, and creaked under the Emperor's wrath. His strength suddenly expanded several times.

"Either him or you." Tzeentch whispered. Only one of them, father and son, could survive this battleship-shaped sacrifice altar.

"Hahaha! You have stepped into my trap! You are alone! There is no way to escape! And I am the person promoted from Chaos, the chosen one of the gods!" Horus roared crazily.

The Emperor looked at Horus with regret and anger, "When you start thinking like this, you can't win."

"What?" Horus asked.

The Emperor removed the gauntlet and took the flaming sword in his own hand.

This is the power he stole from the Warp. Just like Prometheus in the ancient mythology, the Emperor obtained these flames that could burn everything from the depths of the Warp, under the noses of the Four Gods.

He once thought that he could use this power to create a new era, just like how humans could survive the pursuit of wild beasts and darkness after mastering fire.

But now it seems that the first person this fire wants to destroy first is actually his son.

An inexplicable sense of sadness arose, and the Emperor suddenly felt an undue softness when he looked at Horus.

Maybe there is another way, maybe there is a chance to save his son, and then they can work together to reverse the collapse of the Empire State Building.

"Father, you know that is impossible." A voice came from behind the emperor.

There shouldn't be anyone else here, maybe the emperor is hallucinating.

The flow of time became extremely slow and seemed to be at a standstill. Horus and the four gods behind him no longer trembled, and the surrounding light no longer desperately pierced the emperor's eyes.

Sanguinius stood behind the Emperor. He fluttered his wings and approached the Emperor, pressing his fist against his back.

"Father, for humanity's sake. Use fire on Horus!"

It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown~