Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"You said that was 'instruction'? Coz, this word is too ruthless. We are brothers, bound by flesh and blood." Dukel said with a smile, but this smile was full of hypocrisy in the eyes of the Lord of the Night.

"Guilliman and Khan are blocking the Necron invasion in the Gnor system. Sanguinius led the Blood Angels to hunt down Horus in the dark stars, and Leon went with them to bury those who should not have The secret that is known to everyone. The Lord of Darkness watches alone in the sea of ​​souls, alert to the huge threats that may come at any time. Everyone is busy, we have so many things to deal with, and so many enemies to deal with. —Except you, Curze, so I thought you could help me with something small."

"I can refuse." Coz said through gritted teeth, but even he didn't believe it.

For thousands of years, Curze has been indifferent to the rise and fall of the human empire. His old ideals have come to nothing, and he no longer wants to care about the affairs of the empire.

But after Dukel returned to Terra, he really helped the other party do a lot of things.

Whether it was the Emperor or Dukel, in fact no one ever asked him for anything. They just threw him out of the palace and put the things that interested him in front of him at the right time. That was all. .

"Of course you can refuse, but don't worry, brother, you will be interested." Duker said confidently,

"Koz, you have been tortured by fate. In your opinion, what is fate?"

Hearing this question, Coz was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Go on." He said angrily, obviously not wanting Duker to continue to lie.

"Necron astrologers can deduce the direction of the future by observing the trajectories of stars. In my opinion, destiny is the trajectory of elementary particles. With the birth of the universe, the trajectories of all elementary particles have been determined. In the past , present, and future, all three exist concurrently, and the so-called time is just a subjective illusion of human beings. We usually think that time is flowing, but if we stand in a higher dimension-the universe we live in is just one. A painting that has been completed for a long time.”

"When this painting is placed in front of you with nothing hidden, the so-called destiny can be seen clearly."

Duker told Curze his suspicions.

"So, even you think that fate cannot be changed?" Cozz said in a low voice. He rarely felt a sense of being understood, but his tone could not be said to be happy or sad.

"No, this can be changed." Duker said rigorously, "Even if the same person is at the same node, they will make completely different choices due to their personal thoughts. And different choices will evolve. Different time and space, it’s like countless branches extending from the trunk of a tree.”

"But no matter how the branches change, the main body cannot be shaken. You and I, and even our father, know this very well." Coz's tone became increasingly sad.

Many primarchs despised Curze's weakness of letting fate dictate, but he also struggled against it until he discovered that no matter what he did, it would lead to the same result. This was also the culprit that directly led to his decadence and madness. .

Duker felt his sadness and the deep anger hidden in his heart. He patted Coz on the shoulder,

"If there is an invisible shackle that is firmly placed on each of our heads, then we must find a way to destroy it."

"Destroyed? How is this possible?" Cozz raised his head suddenly and muttered in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible. Maybe even this universe is just a dream in our hearts." Duker looked at the wall beside him, and Coz's eyes were also attracted.

Then in front of them, the hard masonry on the palace wall began to flow like water.

Picture after picture appeared on the water-like wall, the Emperor, the Primarch, the heroes of mankind, the Imperial people who survived in the dark age of ignorance.

Cozz looked at these pictures in shock. He realized that these were not illusory illusions, but the result of real changes to the structure of the wall.

The picture is still flowing, familiar faces are clearly visible, and the unyielding roar seems to be in my ears.

Until Duker put his palm on the wall, everything quickly calmed down and the wall returned to its original appearance.

"If the world has already been written, now it's time for the world to write about me!"

Coz froze on the spot. He looked at the proud and arrogant smile on Duker's face, and then slowly exhaled,

"Dukele, your words are more deceptive than the devil."

"So, are you going to do this or not?" Duker tilted his head and looked down at this brother who was slightly shorter than him with his tall body.

"Do it!" Coze gritted his teeth, "How should I act?"

"Take the fleet I have prepared for you and collect the fragments of the Star God for me. The Star God is the embodiment of the laws of the material realm. If you want to break the fate of the stars, their power is indispensable."

"Yes, but before setting off, I ask to see the Emperor." Coze said.

"I wasn't here to stop you." Dukel turned sideways and made way for Dorn and Curze to go to the throne room.

"I just want to come here to meet my brothers whom I haven't seen for a long time and renew our blood-and-blood friendship."

As he spoke, Duker held his chest with both hands. It seemed that the misunderstanding of him by the two original bodies made him extremely sad.

Coates, Dorn: "."

The two Primarchs were not good at speaking, and watching Dukel's exaggerated acting, they were choked and speechless.

"But I reminded you that his will is not in the palace now. You may have to wait in the throne room for a few days."

"He is really not here? Isn't this just a perfunctory excuse for Dorn?" Curze asked in surprise.

"Of course."

Dukel spread his hands to Dorn, who was also looking at him, and signaled him not to listen to Curze's nonsense.

Dorn nodded as if he understood something.

On the other side, among the dark stars of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Horus walked slowly, counting numbers in his heart.

"One, two, three" Not far from him, the sulfur-like yellow-green light flickered intermittently, like a weak heartbeat.

This is one of Fabius's experimental bases.

Those dark thinkers are flickering and calculating.

Countless nutrient tanks are placed in the makeshift and crude laboratory.

"Four, five." Horus didn't really want to count, but his lips moved involuntarily.

His footsteps were uncontrollable, stepping on the planned path. Only in this way could his overactive nerves get a brief calm.

Numbers have magic power. Those who know the existence of the subspace know that each number has a unique meaning and even has its owner.

"Six"

Horus felt a little palpitated, as if something was calling him, looking for him in the deserted and bizarre sea of ​​souls. This feeling was not good, but it was not bad either.

But it made people worried and difficult to calm down.

During this period, some illusions always appeared in front of his eyes.

But because he no longer trusted his friends so much, he did not share his vulnerability with anyone.

"Seven." This is a bloated number, representing the end of one stage and the beginning of another stage, the cycle of death and rebirth.

If a psychic recites this number repeatedly, it will trigger some incomprehensible subspace phenomena.

Horus continued to count, "Thirteen."

Just as he was thinking about the meaning of this number, Horus' will was pulled into the illusion without warning.

A man stood by the fire, looking at him quietly, his eyes hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you, why did you bring me here?" Horus asked solemnly.

He stretched out his hand and tried to question the other party, but found that his armor and war hammer were not around.

The power armor that had been scratched by the war was gone, replaced by a gorgeous dress, and a huge beast head was lying on his shoulder.

Horus wanted to grab his clothes, he didn't know why his clothes suddenly became like this.

It was at this time that he found that his hands were also covered with a pair of gorgeous gloves.

It looked very noble, and he had indeed worn this gorgeous dress. That was when he was most proud, as the dress of the Imperial Warmaster.

"Where is this place, and who are you?" Horus asked, staring at the other party fiercely.

The man next to the fire slowly raised his head, and with the help of the flickering firelight, Horus saw the other person's appearance.

He was a Central Asian with a very ordinary face. His expression was a little tired, just like a middle-aged man who was almost crushed by a heavy burden.

Such middle-aged people are a handful in the Milky Way, and they are extremely ordinary. But the other person's eyes are so deep, just like the eye holes of those bronze statues left over from the past era, with ancient wisdom left over after years of wind and frost.

"You shouldn't ask me this question, but you should ask yourself, who are you, child?"

The man asked in a hoarse voice, his voice was as ordinary as he was.

"Horus." Horus said, he didn't say much about the gorgeous and complicated titles he had used before, just this name, it could represent everything.

There was a flame jumping in his eyes, as if his heart was also burning with fire.

"But Horus is dead, killed by his biological father." The man said in a low voice, which contained a sadness that could not be ignored.

Horus reached into the fire and grabbed a burning piece of wood.

The flames illuminated the other person, allowing him to observe the other person more carefully.

"The boundary between life and death is not that clear. I have Horus's memory, Horus's beliefs, and even Horus's essence, so I am Horus."

The man's tone revealed a hint of sarcasm, "Why do you think so? By them?"

As the man's voice fell, the flames of the burning wood suddenly turned golden, and the golden fire suddenly soared high, bursting out dazzling light.

There was nothing around Horus, but as the flames rose, countless feathers, furs, veils, tumors, crystals and other things appeared on his body.

These weird things all seemed to have life. They rolled on Horus' body, shrinking their bodies, roaring and avoiding the light.

The flames only made these weird things appear, but did not drive them away, or they were powerless to drive them away.

The man was exhausted to find this place, and he didn't have the strength to do more.

The golden flames slowly fell, and when the flames faded, the shadows once again enveloped Horus.

Those strange things disappeared without a trace, and without the light of the fire, no one could find them.

"To be honest, I can't confirm whether the scene just now is the illusion trick you played. But even if they are real, I don't care. I want to complete the great cause I want to accomplish, and I want to save this land that is about to be destroyed. Stars lit by fire, Chaos remains a force to be harnessed until this great purpose is achieved.”

Horus held the torch, and the flames burning in it could not hurt him.

"You failed once. I thought you would learn something from that failure, but you let me down. You still haven't gotten rid of them. The reason why you still think that Chaos can be used is because your father once used it. Them?"

"But child, your father only used them once, but he spent thousands of years in regret."

The man standing on the fire showed a hint of disappointment and sadness.

Horus looked at the man with confusion in his voice, "Father?"

The man did not respond to Horus's words, nor did he accept the title. He just stood motionless on the fire, seemingly not hearing Horus's words.

"Chaos is the enemy, I have always known it, but a more terrifying destruction is about to come, I"

"Just like your choice thousands of years ago? At that time, you also thought that your father was the bigger enemy, and Chaos was a tool that you could discard after use." The man suddenly interrupted Horus.

"I" Horus showed a hint of confusion.

He wanted to get closer, but when he took a step forward, his foot hit a stone.

This small stumbling block blocked the way forward for the Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

When he finally kicked the stone away, the fire and the man in front of him had disappeared. There was only wind and sand and the desolate Gobi in front of him. Other than that, there was nothing.

Behind the scenes, the crazy Fabius is helping him form a clone army.

This is a legion formed according to the will of Horus.

Horus had high hopes for this legion. In order to delay the legion, he even took up the idea of ​​those demons.

The Dark Eldar also suffered a sudden disaster. Horus was eager to use all the power he could, so he also sent people to recruit those Dark Eldar whose homes had been destroyed.

Deep in the Sea of ​​Souls, there are also some alien races that believe in Chaos.

Horus also recruited them, just to expand into a powerful army.

Horus eagerly recruited troops, constantly expanding the strength of his subordinates during these days, just to achieve what he thought was a great goal. But after talking to the man, he returned to his room, his eyes showing confusion.