Horus's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, suddenly shut down its shield system.
This is an obvious sign of a fight.
Neither side could hold off, so Horus chose the battlefield first. He wanted to have the final duel on this flagship.
Although this looks like a trap, it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that can change the situation of the battle in one fell swoop. Terra will never let it go. And she will definitely try her best!
Because Horus's move was both an invitation and a threat. If the Emperor did not respond, he could still rely on the firepower of his massive fleet to forcibly destroy Terra.
In the imperial palace, the Emperor, who was sitting high on the golden throne, had already anticipated all this. Since the beginning of the Horus Heresy, all the battle scenarios had been deduced countless times in his mind.
Everyone plays their own role, and the Emperor is no exception.
At this time, the Prime Minister of the Empire, the most powerful psyker among mortals, Malcador the Sealmaster, is ready. He will sit on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor, and endure the inhuman pain of being drained of psychic energy by the throne.
Webway entrance.
There should have been the hope of all mankind, but due to Magnus's psychic communication, it has now become an increasingly larger and expanding subspace exit.
It must be sealed with powerful spiritual energy at all times. Otherwise, this exit will completely detonate. The entire Terra will be dragged into the subspace and become an eternal portal connecting reality and illusion.
With such a huge entrance and exit, who can guarantee what kind of terrifying existence will emerge from it!
Countless demons, weird and terrifying subspace creatures, or...evil gods?
No matter what, the Emperor would not allow that horrific future to come true.
He has already predicted his future through spiritual power. This time will be the last time he leaves the throne. After solving this rebellion, he will return to the throne forever.
For this reason, Malcador must sit on the throne for a day in his stead.
The amount of spiritual energy required to maintain this seal is so huge that even if it only takes a day, this undead person who has lived for an unknown period of time will have all his spiritual energy and life drained by the Golden Throne.
Loyal Malcador had no complaints about this.
The Emperor finally stepped down from his throne and immediately began preparing to attack the "Spirit of Vengeance".
Time was running out, so he organized a team of elite Imperial Guards regardless of Rogal Dorn's objections and stepped onto the teleportation platform. Following him, in addition to this team of Imperial Guards, were the two primarchs Dorn and Sanguinius.
Although the "Spirit of Vengeance" had turned off its shield, the battlefield was chosen by Horus, so how could he be unprepared? The group of people was suddenly separated at the moment of teleportation and scattered throughout the ship.
"Spirit of Vengeance" is a Glory Queen-class battleship. It is more than 20 kilometers long and has countless decks. All spread out, the area is comparable to a super large city. The emperor and the people who are scattered among them can only give up.
They reunited and headed towards the bridge.
When the Emperor led several Imperial Guards all the way to the bridge, many corpses were already scattered in the vast hall!
Among them were the traitors of the "Sons of Horus", as well as the "Imperial Fists" and the "Custodes". But the Emperor's eyes were all attracted to one of the corpses wearing golden power armor.
A strong, majestic body.
It's Dorn!
Lord of the Seventh Legion, the Emperor's most loyal and trusted heir, Rogal Dorn!
The emperor felt extremely sad in his heart. He looked up and saw two figures fighting in the hall. One of them was covered in blood and surrounded by dirty spiritual energy. He was Horus. The one who returned to him first
, a child who has always been humble and loyal. He is also the culprit who started this rebellion.
On the other side, the golden armor, white wings, and pure aura are like beautiful flowers blooming in the mud.
With a flash of sword light, Sanguinius stopped, her cold eyes swept over the Emperor and others, and then she stepped aside with an expressionless face.
The emperor's eyes were complicated. This most perfect child among his many heirs had the strongest talents, the most perfect character, and also inherited the most talents. He should have been the most suitable candidate for warmaster, and even the heir to the empire.
But she had a younger brother who valued her life! Moreover, she had to kill her younger brother.
The conflict between the two is almost irresolvable.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and were all dispersed in his breath. The Emperor drew his sword and rushed towards Horus.
The most important thing now is to end this as soon as possible.
But Horus was no longer the person he remembered.
As soon as they fought, the Emperor discovered that Horus had completely degenerated into a toy of the evil gods, and thus received the blessings of all four evil gods. His every move could draw the power of the four gods, and his strength was greatly increased.
And the Emperor has been trapped on the Golden Throne for the past few years. A large amount of spiritual energy has been continuously drained away day and night. His strength is far from its peak, and he has suddenly fallen behind!
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At the same time, Lin En was also teleported to the "Spirit of Vengeance" and slowly walked in the twisted and diseased corridor.
"It seems that the fall and corruption of Horus have affected reality."
The entire interior of the ship was unrecognizable. The steel walls bulged like flesh and blood, and the blood vessel-like pipes were entangled and coiled, with waves of swallowing-like vibrations.
Skinny hands stretched out from the wall and grabbed Lin En in the middle.
A little bit of mental power was released, forming a ring of golden light around Lin En. The ring expanded violently, purifying everything around him in the blink of an eye. All the withered claws and wriggling flesh and blood were turned into fly ash.
Lin En stepped forward and found that there were many traces of battles on the walls on both sides. There were even Imperial Guards trapped in them, but they had been drained of life and integrated with the walls.
His footsteps kept moving, and any enemies he encountered along the way would wail and spontaneously ignite the moment they saw him, turning into balls of torches.
Along with the stench in the air, the yellow liquid on the ground was purified like shadows under the scorching sun.
Arriving all the way to the command hall of the "Vengeful Spirit", the first thing I saw was the bruised Emperor and the triumphant Horus, as well as the portholes behind them.
Outside the porthole is the dilapidated Terra.
From this angle, it looks like a toy in their hands.
Lin En withdrew his gaze and looked at the emperor first. This was his "first time" standing in front of the emperor.
According to legend, no one can explain clearly what the Emperor looks like. The Emperor whom anyone sees is the most perfect image in his mind. And the perfect Sanguinius inherited this characteristic of the Emperor.
But what kind of strength is Lin En now? The golden gaze easily dispelled the strange attitude of the emperor.
This action is not only disrespectful, it can even be said to be obvious hostility.
But he didn't care, everyone present finally saw the emperor's true face.
At this moment, there was a chorus of exclamations. Lin En’s eyes suddenly shrank!
That face.
That face is so perfect that no flaws can be found.
