Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Horus's ship began to divert, and he and his friends headed for the location of the Vengeful Spirit.

But as they went deeper into the subspace, he found uneasily that the strands of golden light as sharp as a sword were always following him.

His friends seemed to be afraid of this light, and Horus frowned tightly - because even he himself had a fear of this golden light that he was unwilling to admit.

Horus returned to his room silently, not wanting to talk to anyone about the fear in his heart.

What made him even more unwilling to recall was the dependence on this light deep in his heart.

He couldn't tell where this emotion arose. Several times, he even had the urge to leave everything behind and go into that light. He almost did it, if his friends hadn't stopped him in time.

Horus could not tolerate being dependent on anything because that represented weakness. Horus knew Dukur, and he understood that once he admitted his weakness, he would even lose the courage to confront Dukil, his former brother.

By then, no one will be able to prevent the destruction of the universe.

Horus sat in a quiet room. He needed some time alone to regain his confidence.

Suddenly, Horus felt a strong headache.

A powerful existence that was somewhat familiar but he couldn't remember who it was was trying to open his head, using psychic energy to impact his consciousness, and forcefully communicate with him.

This power was huge and unpredictable, like an unstoppable natural disaster. Even the powerful original body, Horus quickly lost consciousness and could not feel anything.

His mind was a mess, only the turbulent, ash-filled scorched earth, a thick golden and colorful ocean.

In such an environment, he couldn't see anything, just floating with nowhere to focus, like a floating object in a colorful golden ocean. All he could do was try to stay steady as he was being dragged away, even though there was no real physical substance here.

But something would at least allow him to regain his bearings, his body and his face.

In this way, he came to a strange land, which was a three-dimensional mountain of thrones. The tops of the mountains were simply piled up with mountain-like golden thrones.

There is a figure on every throne, and each figure shines with endless light, making it difficult to see the specific shape.

Horus endured the burning pain in his eyes as he looked at the figures. As far as he could see, there were millions of thrones, millions of figures, and millions of faces. They are strangely shaped and grinning, some are human-like, some are half-human, and some are simply indescribable beings made up of various human limbs.

They vary in size, some are just taller than him, and some are bigger than a star.

In this strange scene, he even saw a tall giant.

The tall giant in heavy armor knelt on one knee in front of the throne, and Horus was confused because it was himself.

In other words, this is Horus from Corsonia, who was himself thousands of years ago, before he betrayed the empire and took over the important responsibility of Warmaster.

The tall giant was smiling happily because he was reunited with his father.

In the sudden silence, Horus heard millions of magnificent voices singing in unison on those huge thrones,

"Horus from Corsonia, will you serve me, your father, the common master of mankind? Will you offer your loyalty to me and spread light to every inch of the empire? The ocean gives light to all people in the dark night, wisdom to mortals in ignorance, assistance in distress, guidance in hesitation, and help in crisis? "

"Father, I will swear this oath until death." The tall giant said the oath loudly. These flashy requirements will become the oath he will strictly abide by in the future.

The scene that happened thousands of years ago happened again in the eyes of Horus.

He was moved by the scene and burst into tears uncontrollably. Thinking back to all that had happened in the future and how things and people had changed now, Horus felt a huge sadness in his heart.

He no longer avoided the light before him, but looked directly at Him.

"Who are you, and why do you present the old days in front of me again?" Horus continued to ask, "Why are you persistently looking for me?"

"I will use all necessary means to find you, because you are Horus." The king on the throne said with a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

Horus stood there, opening his mouth to say something.

But at this moment, a huge shadow enveloped him, and the shadow of the wolf curled up around him, breathing hot breath.

Four pairs of eyes of different colors, red, green, purple and blue, flashed without any trace.

"Be careful, Horus, my friend, and do not be deceived by him."

A perfect voice as sweet as a wind chime suddenly sounded in Horus' consciousness. It was the voice of his fourth companion.

This reminder made Horus even more confused.

He seemed to have understood the identity of the man on the throne, but the true image was always separated from him by a veil-like mist, and he could never see clearly.

He didn't know who to trust. From a rational point of view, he thought he should trust his friends instead of a stranger. But from a perceptual perspective, he was still willing to listen to that person's words.

The man on the throne seemed to understand the urgency of time, and his words were obviously urgent.

"Horus, the first Primarch to serve under the throne, you will stand by my side and open up a glorious era for mankind, an era without dark oppression, an era where human errors cannot hinder us."

"Can you do what you swore?"

"Can you do it, Horus?"

The light completely enveloped Horus Lupercal, making it impossible for him to find a dark place to escape and return to.

"You can do it, Horus."

"What you did was not from your heart, but the deception of evil."

"You still have the possibility of turning back."

"I will wait for you."

When Horus woke up again, he found that his friends were looking at him with a strange look, and the emotions contained in this look were a little creepy, which made him feel obviously disgusted.

For the first time, he became wary of these companions.

These companions he had been pursuing hard and could help him accomplish great things together.

It didn't seem so credible.

Horus felt a little bit of a gap with his companions, and time passed by.

Soon, Horus saw his former flagship, the huge Vengeful Spirit.

And his former child, now Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, was on this huge ship.

Many Chaos ships came along the undercurrent of the Sea of ​​Souls. They surrounded the Vengeful Spirit, and the densely packed ships were arranged together, like a planetary ring around the main star.

However, despite the large number of Chaos ships, their array was loose and there was no strict defense.

Horus was not surprised by this.

The disordered and chaotic demons gathered together, even if their number was huge, they were just a group of insignificant rabble.

Just a glance from a distance, Abaddon and his Black Legion made Horus feel disappointed.

If he wanted, he could even fire at the Vengeful Spirit now, and before all the ships responded, he could use the first round of salvos to severely damage the Vengeful Spirit.

However, Horus did not choose to open fire, but chose to board.

His purpose of this trip was to retrieve his Soul of Vengeance and his former weapons, not to destroy them.

With the joint efforts of Horus and his companions, they boarded the deck of the Soul of Vengeance with almost no effort.

"Father Horus?! How could you appear!"

As soon as he saw Horus, even Abaddon, who had experienced the Ascension Ceremony before, seemed to have encountered a supernatural event.

Horus also looked at his former son.

Looking at the other's stinking body and swollen cheeks, Horus looked at him seriously as if he had seen him for the first time.

"Abaddon? You look disappointing now."

"You also disappointed me, Horus." Abaddon said.

The mental pressure from Horus impacted Abaddon's consciousness.

It asked Abaddon to kneel in front of Horus, but Abaddon did not do so.

When he saw Horus's weakness, he was unwilling to succumb to this man again.

Horus stared at him closely, his gaze leaning towards Abaddon.

The voice of surrender in his heart sounded again.

But Abaddon still refused to kneel before the Father of Genes.

"Abaddon, you have become a slave played by Chaos."

"I just use Chaos." Abaddon replied, and then added, "Compared with you ten thousand years ago, I am fundamentally different."

Hearing the sarcasm of his former offspring, Horus burst into anger.

He had been defeated in the war, and then spent ten thousand years unconsciously.

After returning, he was no longer obsessed with the past, but wanted to pursue a greater cause and become the savior of the entire universe.

But his once most trusted son has now fallen to this point, and speaks wildly without respect.

Horus decided to teach him a lesson.

Unable to suppress his anger, Horus attacked Abaddon without hesitation.

Abaddon still had the serious injuries from Doom the Destroyer, and was no match for the Fury Primarch at all.

Of course, even if he had no injuries, it would be almost impossible to fight Horus.

Nothing could stop the power of a Primarch.

With a fierce punch, Horus knocked Abaddon out.

Then he grabbed him in mid-air and smashed him against the hull.

The sound of bang bang bang was endless.

Abaddon was at a disadvantage and was hit hard by Horus into the wall of the Spirit of Vengeance several times in a row.

What's worse is that it is not known whether it was because of the injuries caused by the Doom Slayer or some other reason.

The power from the four gods in his body became extremely dull at this moment.

In this case, he could not fight Horus even more.

Horus hit him with heavy punches continuously, one punch after another, until the helmet of the Dark Warmaster was broken and blood with pus flowed out.

If it weren't for Nurgle's divine gift to enhance his vitality, he might have died.

Abaddon wanted the Space Marines of the Black Legion to help him, but these fallen warriors chose to ignore his orders.

"Are you guys going to rebel?" he asked angrily after being knocked to the ground.

"We never meant this." Although the fallen warrior did not have much loyalty to speak of, he was still unwilling to admit betrayal.

"What reasons should we use to fight against our former father?"

A fallen warrior asked him back.

"He is just a puppet, a doll at the mercy of Chaos!" Abaddon shouted at the fallen warrior.

"What about you? What are you?" The other party continued to ask him.

Abaddon gritted his teeth. It was not that he recognized the other party's words, but that the increasingly fierce battle had left him no time to speak.

He struggled to deflect Horus' heavy punch, but was kicked over again and hit the metal floor heavily.

Horus walked over, his heavy footsteps making the spirit of revenge tremble slightly.

Seeing Abaddon's helmet being shattered by him, revealing his ugly face, Horus wanted to kill him several times, but an emotion he didn't want to admit kept him from doing so.

Then he lifted Abaddon up, punched him into the air with two punches, and then threw him away like garbage, far away.

"Go away, I have never had an heir like you."

After all, Horus couldn't face his own heart, and he planned to let Abaddon go.

Roar! ! !

But at this moment, a roar like a wild beast suddenly sounded.

The second companion of Horus, an ugly warrior wearing red armor, suddenly broke through the wall and rushed in. He killed everyone he saw, like an out-of-control and violent beast.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the purpose of his trip and was completely absorbed in the killing.

The scholar wearing a blue robe also walked out of the hole in the wall at this moment.

His body is thin, but he exudes strong spiritual energy fluctuations.

"As I expected, Horus, you really can't do it."

"Friends, what's happening here has nothing to do with you." Since Horus couldn't remember the real names of these people, he used "friends" to refer to each other.

Horus looked over with an unkind expression at this moment.

Everything that happens now seems to be planned by the other party.

"This is fate, like an extremely precise instrument. Although I also like the variables, some things must be ensured. Horus, Abaddon must die here. This is his fate. You can Take over his legion, and I will enjoy the arc of destiny."

The scholar spoke unhurriedly, with a strange accent.

But Horus became even more angry,

"You mean fate? Who set his fate?!"

"Of course it's me." The blue-robed scholar replied without hesitation, "It's a fixed destiny that cannot be changed."

At this moment, this thin scholar revealed a majesty that even Horus could not ignore.

It was as if at this moment, the other party had become the incarnation of the fate of the universe.

"Roar!" This is when the ugly warriors in red armor have killed all the fallen warriors here, leaving only Abaddon alone.

Abaddon's survival to this day was not due to any advantage he gained against the Ugly Warriors.

But this ugly warrior doesn't prioritize killing targets lying on the ground.

But now, when he is the only one left alive here, the ugly warrior wields his axe, preparing to taste the blood of the Dark Warmaster.

"etc!"

Horus reprimanded angrily, but before he could finish his words, the anger and confusion at the moment turned into chains, locking him firmly in place.

These chains seemed to be growing out of his body, the pain was excruciating, and every movement made him almost collapse.

Damn wizard trick.

Horus cursed in his heart.