Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"These are the fakes you used to replace me and my brothers..."

Horus looked away and looked at the Emperor who was wielding his sword again.

"They might actually be of some use to me."

The Emperor sensed the danger, but he could not fathom what Horus would do next.

He knew very well that both he and Horus were trying their best, but whoever diverted even a little attention to things other than the duel would quickly be at a disadvantage in the duel.

The Emperor forced himself to focus.

The Emperor's Sword fell, but Horus did not block it. A wound filled with darkness and twisted layers was opened on his chest, and surging spiritual energy poured out from the wound.

At the moment of being disemboweled, Horus looked at the other people who were like ants passing by, and raised his hands towards them.

Except for the cloned Horus, the other cloned original bodies had no idea what Horus was going to do. Only the Horus clone itself felt the strong malice and intention from the original body in an instant.

He wants to corrupt us.

When Cloning Horus had this idea, his other brothers knew what was going on without him having to explain.

The psychic impact no longer lasted, as Horus's psychic energy protected those who trudged beneath the psychic barrier.

But this is not a gift. Every clone original body under protection saw a completely different scene from where it was after blinking. The scenes in their memories emerged in their brains, no matter where their clones were limited. Memories before the end of the Great Crusade, or experiences after their original form, all appeared in the eyes of the clone Primarchs.

Heavy negative emotions flood their brains.

Dissatisfaction and hatred for the Emperor were amplified countless times, crowding out all the senses and thinking of the clone Primarchs.

Those clone Primarchs who were loyalists were also inevitably affected, for no Primarch had anything but reverence and loyalty for the Emperor, and no other complaints or dissatisfactions.

People like the clone Angron who already hated the Emperor almost instantly turned to the Emperor with blood-red eyes full of hostility.

In his blood-red vision, he led his former slave gladiator brothers and sisters into the palace, chopped off the emperor's head and hung it on the wall of Terra, declaring to everyone the life of this damn slave master. the end of.

"Hold on!" The Emperor parried Horus' sword and looked at the clones, projecting his will and power to protect their souls.

Horus, on the other hand, saw the right moment and the power claw he wore suddenly penetrated the emperor's abdomen.

"You're trying to replace me and my brother with these fakes."

Horus looked at the Emperor with a grim smile, absorbing the immense spiritual energy flowing from the Emperor's wounds.

"We are all reverb, I know it."

"But I can penetrate my psychic energy into my clone body to replace his will, and have you prepared an identical clone body for yourself so that you can resurrect the corpse like me?"

Hearing Horus' provocation, the Emperor slowly shook his head: "You are wishful thinking. He cannot accommodate you, not even your reverberation."

"Okay." Horus pulled out the power claw and took two steps back with a smile. "It doesn't matter if I can't be resurrected. At least there will be another Horus in the universe who is determined to destroy you. This fake can at least look like me. Command my heirs and my brothers and bring havoc to your empire once again."

The Emperor looked to the clone Horus.

The latter was staring at him with hatred.

"Although he is a fake, it doesn't matter sometimes to deceive, as long as it can achieve the purpose." Horus said, "You taught me very well, liar."

Clone Horus seemed to feel a call and slowly walked towards the reverberation of his own body.

As he advanced slowly, he hurled angry accusations at the Emperor's reverberating voice.

"Stop pretending to be a savior, Father."

"You are not stupid, but you drove the Ultramarines to destroy the Perfect City, drove Russ to destroy Prospero, and you personally sowed the seeds of infighting."

"Your sinister plan has caused mankind to return to ignorance in the catastrophe. They worship you and provide you with faith."

"Your wish to become a god has come true. Lord Tyrone once said that no matter what you think you are, you are now a true god."

Cloned Horus is not full of direct hatred and hostility towards the Emperor due to the distortion of the four gods like his original form. He had distorted thoughts under the influence of his own form just now, and then felt that his own form was rebelling, brother. Turning against each other, many of the puzzling decisions my father made ten thousand years ago had a purpose.

That is to deliberately create a chaotic catastrophe, making human beings think that this damn wizard who is curled up in the old night era is really a savior, and then pray to him in the hell of ignorance.

"The fake you created is so inferior." Horus said, "He still has the same ridiculous guesses as I did before. I don't think so. I just think that the gods are great beings worthy of my following."

As the Emperor stared at Horus, he noticed that Horus was no longer gibbering like an idiot, but had become cruel, vicious and shrewd.

The Emperor realized that if the reverberation in front of him once had some will of his own like his own body, now he was completely the incarnation of the dark gods.

The gods noticed this.

"Kill it." Horus looked at his clone and glanced at the Emperor. "Then we will become one, or I will guide you and help you. We will guide you and help you, as always."

Cloning Horus held the dagger that could dispel psychic energy and slowly walked towards the Emperor.

He looked like he was struggling.

Unexplained gibbering comes from his mouth, as was Horus's delirium during the Heresy.

But then the clone Horus became determined, his eyes were blood red, and he quickened his pace against the spiritual energy pouring from the wounds of the Emperor and Horus.

The dagger held tightly by the thick big hand penetrated the armor made of psychic energy, but it was not that it was very sharp, but that it dispelled the reverberation of the psychic energy and the armor on the reverb's body that was also made of psychic energy.

Furthermore, it also penetrated the false body formed by spiritual energy.

Clone Horus pierced the enemy he wished to kill with his dagger.

When the spiritual energy gradually began to dissipate, Horus's body trembled, and he slowly lowered his head and looked at the dagger that emerged from his waist.

The dagger destroyed his body in a strange way. Instead of splitting flesh and blood, all the spiritual energy near the dagger was dissipated, making it look like it had opened an extremely smooth hole in the flesh.

Horus raised his head, looked at the astonished Emperor, and then slowly turned his head to look at the clone behind him.

Apparently, instead of driving the Emperor away as he requested, the counterfeit sent the dagger into him.

The ferocious expression and gaze of the clone Horus behind him gradually dissipated. As the reverberation gradually faded away, the signs of corruption on his face also gradually dissipated. It looked like scarlet and black were gradually dissipating from his eyes and skin. .

"Your past achievements and glory belong to you, not to me, the fake, but I, the fake, have to be ashamed and atone for your sins."

Clone Horus stared at the reverberation of his true form, slicing open his body like a disembowell.

"It's you that damn it!"