Watching the fierce fight between Angron and Roga Dorn, Horus, who felt that Angron was giving him a lot of face, stretched out his left hand to Sanguinius with a very happy expression:
"Sanguinius, give up your insistence and join me. If it were you, I would be willing to share power with you equally!"
Ignoring his confusion, Sanguinius still shook his head:
"It doesn't matter what interests I have, I have my own beliefs and ideas."
"...so sorry."
Knowing that there was no point in trying to persuade him, Horus sighed slowly and could only point his weapon at the opponent.
The two best friends began to fight to determine the outcome and life and death...
At the same time, battles broke out in every corner of Terrana between the renegade Primarchs and the Loyalist Primarchs.
Some of them had no grudges in the past, but have had grudges recently, and some, like Angron and Roga Dorn, have always looked down upon each other.
Excluding the two Primarchs who died during the Great Crusade, as well as Robert Guilliman, who was being locked up in the dark room by Luojia, all the Primarchs were gathered together...
In the deepest laboratory of the palace.
Even though he was unable to move at will while sitting on the [Warp Suppressor], through his own spiritual perception, the Emperor understood that when they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, the Loyalist Primarchs and Loyalist Space Marines, even if they had Tai
Pulling in local firepower support will definitely not last long... After all, the vast majority of the loyalists have been stabbed in the back by the rebels beforehand, and most of the Primarchs also went into battle injured, so he must come forward.
That's it...
Next to the emperor, Prime Minister Malcador saw the situation in various parts of Terra through the screen, and he also clearly realized how difficult the current situation was.
If there is no external intervention, it will only be a matter of time before the entire defense line set up by the loyalists collapses...
Thinking of the situation after the fall of Terra, Malcador's expression could not help but change slightly, and he also made a decision in his heart...
"Your Majesty, the Human Empire needs your power now, so let me maintain the [Subspace Suppressor] for you..."
Looking at the person who took the initiative to say this, the emperor nodded and said after being silent for a while:
"……good."
He understood that with Malcador's strength, as long as he got into the [Subspace Suppressor], there was basically no chance of getting out alive, and Malcador himself knew that very well.
Therefore, when he spoke, Malcador must have been prepared to sacrifice his life.
Regarding his decision, the Emperor did not persuade him, even though the other party was his deputy, his friend, and the pillar of the human empire.
But his importance is still incomparable to Terra as the center of human civilization.
In the eyes of the Emperor, personal relationships will never be as important as the interests of human civilization as a whole.
No matter how much Malcador has contributed to the Human Empire over the years...
It didn't take long.
After completing the preparations, Malcador successfully replaced the Emperor and sat on top of the golden [Subspace Suppressor].
The moment he went up, he felt the vitality, spiritual energy, and even soul in his body, as if he was being sucked continuously by a huge mouth that swallowed everything.
His face, which was originally full of color and vitality, immediately turned pale, as if he was a seriously ill patient who had been lying on the hospital bed for a long time.
Macado's strong and vigorous body also became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye in a short period of time.
As for the Emperor who had just stepped off the [Subspace Suppressor], even though his complexion was much better than that of Macado, his face was still full of tiredness.
After something went wrong at that time, he first had a big fight with Eric Taranis, the powerful [Demon Prince], and then he got on the [Subspace Suppressor] without stopping and forcibly closed the space channel.
Single-handedly supported the equipment for nearly two years!
So consumed.
Even as the most powerful psyker in the history of mankind, the Emperor had somewhat damaged his foundation.
At the very least, recovery is far from possible in three or two days!
In the current period of time, it is obvious that there is not much time for him to recover.
If we don't leave, some important areas of Terra will be captured and destroyed by the rebels, and some loyalist Primarchs will also die, and the human empire will once again lose a few pillars...
Therefore, after sipping a few bottles of enhanced healing potion, the Emperor walked out of the laboratory with his weapon in hand and began to suppress the rebellion...
—
At the main entrance of the palace.
The city walls and gates, which were originally majestic, neat and clean, and even guns and cannons could only leave some traces, have long been cut into pieces by unknown forces.
A large number of corpse remains were scattered all around like paste.
There are loyalists and rebels among them. As for the specific causes of death, without exception, they are all caused by not knowing their own position, trying to intervene in the battle between the Primarchs, and being harvested by the enemy Primarchs like leeks.
Little life.
Now, after an extremely fierce battle, Sanguinius had fallen into a pool of blood and was struggling to get up again. His originally white and flawless wings were also stained with blood.
As for Roga Dorn, after being struck by Angron's swords several times, his body was almost cut into several pieces and he could not get up again. A large number of organs even flowed out of the body, leaving only his breath and eyes to prove that he was still alive.
Not dead.
"You are very strong. Without the blessing of the [Demon Ascension Ceremony], the outcome between you and me would only be 46 points at most..."
Holding the sharp blade in his hand, Angron looked at the unwilling Roga Dorn and evaluated the opponent's strength with a leisurely expression.
After speaking, he raised the weapon still dripping blood in his hand and wanted to behead Roga Dorn.
As a fellow Primarch, he knew very well that Primarchs were very hard-hit, so it was better to cut off their heads.
Not far away, Horus, who had gained an absolute advantage, also raised his weapon and wanted to give Sanguinius the final blow with regret on his face!
The next moment.
Before they could swing their sharp blades, two golden beams of light flew directly from the distance. Before they could react, they gave them a powerful blow and at the same time knocked them away like rag dolls for thousands of meters.
Forcibly rescued Roga Dorn and Sanguinius!
Seeing this scene, the many space warriors and mortal auxiliary troops around who were more than willing but lacking in strength immediately shifted their gazes to the direction from which the golden light was galloping.
There, a figure wearing golden armor was walking towards us quickly.
Without any words, just looking at each other's figure, all the enemies felt a huge pressure like a mountain bearing down on them.
"Emperor..."
For a time, the minds of countless rebels who witnessed this scene were instantly captured, and their aura and confidence in their hearts were directly weakened by three points.