Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Not just the Warmaster."

Malcador's brows furrowed deeply.

A short sentence contains too much information.

In the Emperor's great plans, the Warmaster was the pinnacle of power within the Primarch's reach.

If it goes further up.

That leaves only one location to choose from.

But--

That position was reserved for Him alone, and Malcador did not believe that the Primarch's talents could surpass those of their father.

Unless it is, one day in the future.

Something bad happened to the Emperor.

Thinking of this, a thick haze enveloped Malcador's heart.

He received revelation through hope and from his own spiritual prophecies.

But he failed.

All these pictures are disturbed by some kind of force.

become blurry.

Even the information about a scaly claw is difficult to discern.

Just when Malcador wanted to further question the human emperor about future revelations, a discordant voice interrupted the regent's thinking.

Click!

The heavy door of the reception hall was pushed open.

A figure that was warmer than the radiance of the sun and majestic than the gods walked in.

The heavy Terminator armor collided with the marble floor.

Makes a dull sound.

The gleaming bald head sparkled in the light of the stars.

Horus——

The first son the Emperor retrieved from the stars.

He is also the Primarch of the Silver Moon Wolf of the 16th Legion, a sunny and cheerful boy.

"Father!"

Horus just spoke.

He was blocked outside the observation deck by the Imperial Guards.

"Oh my God!" He suddenly shouted angrily, "What are you damn guys doing? Are you preventing the most filial son from seeing his father? Get out of my way."

Saying,

Horus ignored the gleaming spear points.

He reached forward to push these tower-like golden armored warriors away to both sides.

+Let him come over+

Echoes of the Emperor's psychic energy rippled through.

Several tribunes stepped back to make way for a passage to the viewing platform.

Horus put his hands on his hips and showed off towards the tribune (an official position in the Forbidden Army, only the most senior Forbidden Army is qualified to hold it) Diocletian stuck out his tongue and made a grimace. He wandered up to the Lord of Humanity.

"Father."

Horus said, "We are entering the Warp, somewhere. My proud warriors are ready to give their lives and loyalty to you."

+No+

The Emperor said: +We are not here for war and destruction this time, we are here to find a new Primarch+

"What!?"

Horus screamed strangely, the expression on his face seemed a bit complicated.

on the one hand.

He was sincerely happy that he could find his brother.

The return of every brother means that one or even several planets are returned to the empire without bloodshed.

And each Primarch is in its own legion.

It also plays a vital role.

The military strength of the Empire will be greatly enhanced by the return of the Primarch.

But on the other hand.

As the First Returned Son, Horus spent thirty years with the Emperor.

During this long period of time, he enjoyed the emperor's unique favor. Even for a long time, Horus believed that he was the only Primarch of the Imperium.

However, with the return of the second Primarch Russ.

Horus' illusions were shattered.

He liked his brothers from the bottom of his heart, but he was also worried that these brothers would share his father's love for him.

certainly--

As more and more brothers return.

Such worries gradually disappeared, and Horus played more of an older brother's role.

He carefully guides every returning brother.

Help them selflessly.

Up to now.

What he does is pretty good.

Loved and respected by almost all his brothers.

+The Primarch returning this time is different+

Horus's thoughts were written directly on his face, and even without the use of psychic powers, he could read the emotions that the Primarch wanted to express in his heart.

It was precisely because of this straightforward character that Horus gained the favor of the Emperor.

The emperor paused briefly and continued:

+Everyone will like her+

"she!"

The Emperor's psychic powers contain information far beyond words.

As the original body, Horus was keenly aware of the unusual expression.

He didn't know if he heard it wrong, but the reaction of his mouth was faster than the thousands of thoughts in his brain.

Horus blurted out, "Even Russ the Wolf King?"

+even ruth+

The Emperor replied in the affirmative.

Click!

The discordant sound came again.

However, this time it was not from the entrance to the hall, but from the ship itself below.

The door to reality was torn apart by an incredible force, and a torrent of crimson energy spurted out from the crack.

Geller's stance was operating at full power, causing the entire battleship to buzz and tremble.

The blue light blocked the glow of the stars and the thin white line of light brought by the dead singularity. Hundreds of navigators connected their consciousnesses together in pain, turning them into a closed network, connecting the entire empire. The Imperial Dream shrouded it, leading the fleet out of the dark abyss and into another completely different abyss.

A frenzied void embraced him.

Horus could feel some strange murmur coming from the void.

Horus could hear this sound every time he entered the subspace.

Those murmurs were calling, calling him to embrace his own essence and break away from the constraints of the physical body.

But he chose to refuse.

He is the Emperor's most loyal scion.

For the Emperor's great dream, for the restoration of all mankind.

He, Horus Luperkar, could give his life without hesitation.

How could you be tempted by these filthy and filthy insects?

Horus frowned.

He immersed himself in his thoughts and ignored the messy and dirty sounds.

"The original body is about to return." Horus thought, "What kind of existence should it be so that everyone can like it."

——

Subspace is a place of chaos, with no precise concepts of time and space.

The moment the Emperor's Dream entered the warp.

in the physical universe.

Two years have passed in a hurry.

Ba Wei Er.

On the high tower of the Brass Fortress, in the topmost room.

Sanguinius' wings naturally extended outward, bathed in the light of the star.

From when the sun had just risen, to when the brilliance of the stars dimmed, leaving only a ray of red light at the edge of the sky. The great and beautiful angel has been standing here, like a sculpture carefully forged by an artist.

And now,

Carnot's voice woke up the sleeping sculpture: "Sir, what are you thinking about?"

"call--"

Sanguinius let out a soft breath of hot breath, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

"I am thinking of my father," the angel replied.