dmims Chapter 55 Horus's Goal
Chapter 55 Horus's Goal
Chapter 56 Horus's Goal
The Soul of Vengeance.
Malohrist limped into the Lupecal Hall. Although less than a day had passed since he last accompanied Mortarian in, the warrior squire could still sense more warp energy reverberating in the surrounding space, and the eerie whispers were becoming increasingly clear.
Horus himself also underwent a change.
Even though he should have been here all day without leaving, Malohrist noticed that he had developed many more wrinkles on his face, and his eyebrows had turned almost completely white.
"Am I imagining things, Malochist?"
Horus slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were clearly focused on the servant, but also seemed to be gazing at something in the distance.
"The destruction of István III seems to have taken longer than expected; I recall the order to destroy it was given hundreds of years ago."
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Malohrist decided to take the statement as merely a "humorous" metaphor.
"Actually, something unexpected happened, Commander."
The "Twisted One's" already hunched body bent into an even greater arc.
"Lord Mortarion personally revoked the extermination order for the End and ordered the Death Guard to relocate to Mandeville Point; Captain Karn of the World Eater boarded the Andronius of the Emperor's Son alone, claiming to have dueled with Lord Commander Adoron for personal reasons... This resulted in only Captain Asimand successfully launching the Bipolar Cyclone torpedo."
Malohrist spoke cautiously, knowing that Horus had become eccentric and unpredictable ever since the Great Tyrant was taken.
"I see. It seems my brother is already dissatisfied with my command... But that's understandable. He's been keeping his eyes closed, unwilling to face the chaos, which prevents him from understanding the battle from a higher perspective. But one day he will understand me."
However, Horus's reaction was surprisingly calm.
"What about the Great Tyrant?"
"They all... survived for the time being, and the disintegration of the Istvan III allowed them to miraculously set sail again."
Malohrist regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, worried that using the word "miracle" would anger the Warmaster.
"Oh? I knew it. Since they also have some kind of protection behind them, it's only natural that miracles can happen. Of course, we can't deny that they are all excellent warriors who are still searching for a way out even in such a desperate situation."
But Horus was not angry at all; in fact, his voice was filled with more approval.
"However, this is also good news for us. The Great Tyrant is a very important asset of the Sixteenth Legion. Prepare all units for space warfare and boarding maneuvers. Once the ship is out of the blast radius of Istvan III, recapture it!"
At this moment, Malochist even felt that Horus had regained some of his usual brilliance.
Calm and composed, strategic and magnanimous, he shows great respect to both allies and enemies.
"Any further news?"
"And there's more good news, Father."
Malohrist breathed a slight sigh of relief, and a smile that appeared extremely ugly and menacing to outsiders appeared on his face.
"Just now, a boulder struck the Great Tyrant during the explosion, and emitted a signal on our alignment frequency. The communication mentioned that the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, Angron, is still alive, and that they gained the trust of the Great Tyrant's loyalists right on that boulder. They will soon be working with us from the inside..."
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boom!
"What did you say! That guy's still alive?! No way!!!"
The next second, a large portion of the holographic projection table in front of Horus was smashed to pieces by his power claws, and his furious roar echoed throughout the entire Lupecal Hall.
"Pass down the order, Malhohurst! All legions, prepare for attack! Shoot down the Great Tyrant at all costs!!"
"Ah...yes, yes!"
Malohrist collapsed to the ground under the terrifying pressure. Countless questions filled his mind, such as why the previous ship-seizing strategy was rejected and why the communication from the rebel World Eaters on the Great Tyrant was ignored. But he decided to swallow his questions and scrambled out of the Lupecal Hall.
He himself didn't know whether he was in a hurry to convey orders or in a hurry to leave.
But one thing is certain.
For the War General
Killing his Primarch brother Angron seemed more important than eliminating the loyalists of the Great Tyrant.
Catching the massive rock wreckage with pinpoint accuracy using the hull of the Great Tyrant is a feat nearly as difficult as catching an egg with a baseball bat.
Not to mention the dying breath of a planet on the verge of destruction below, further exacerbating the situation.
But the fact is, the whole process went surprisingly smoothly. The Thinker array in the calculation room, the main power engine, the attitude adjustment nozzles, the Void Shield generator... and even the machine souls of the Tyrant and the Judgment Day, not a single link went wrong.
However, at this moment when he seemed to finally be favored by Lady Luck, Sun Qian's expression became increasingly solemn and serious.
First of all, there is no goddess of fortune in this world, only evil gods who control change and cause and effect.
Whoosh—
Countless extremely thick metal chains can be seen being launched from both sides of the ship. These chains were originally used to tow friendly or captured ships that had lost power, but now they are being used to cover the boulder wreckage and temporarily secure it.
Of course, this is only a temporary expedient. When the Tyrant starts its engine at maximum power and tries to leave the gravity well range of the Istvan III, the impact will cause the boulder debris to disintegrate rapidly.
"Sun Qian, we've finally found you. Everyone else has gone down... including the warriors corrupted by chaos."
When Loken found Sun Qian, he was on a dilapidated platform near the top of the boulder.
Looking down, one can see countless Astartes emerging in neat formation from the rubble of the giant stones under the command of Angron.
Although the outside environment was incredibly hot, accompanied by the violent air currents from the Tyrant's flight, the Astartes warriors' robust physiques and power armor were sufficient to allow them to move to the entrance to the upper deck.
"You should come back with us too, and I have a lot to talk to you about." *Bang!*
But at that moment, one of Erlen's men, who was originally being escorted as a prisoner, suddenly pulled out a hidden explosive gun from inside his power armor. Unfortunately, he was tackled by a vigilant World Eater warrior the instant he fired.
The target he almost hit was Liu Xuande, who was being escorted out on a stretcher.
"Ughhhh!! It's all because of you!! Our father will never forgive you!!!"
Even when pinned to the ground, he continued to roar and fire indiscriminately around him.
This immediately sparked riots and clashes.
"Damn it! Still unrepentant!"
"Kill those guys! They've become slaves to Chaos!"
"They actually dared to harm our benefactors! They're beyond saving!"
Just as the warriors of Astartes were about to engage in battle again, thump thump thump!
Just then, Angron charged toward Erron's men who had fired the shot, like a chariot. Even though the warrior was already overwhelmed by Khorne's chaotic power, he froze in fear at the sight.
However, Anglong ignored him and instead pushed off with both feet, leaping dozens of meters high like a rocket. He then grabbed onto a protruding structure on the outside of the boulder for leverage and climbed up again.
In a mere fraction of a second, he swiftly reached the top of the boulder.
Clang!
It turns out that one of the explosives hit a metal chain. Although it only caused a very small crack, the crack spread rapidly under the high temperature and tensile force, eventually causing the metal chain to break.
This would disrupt the boulder's balance, and even a slight roll of this behemoth would be enough to crush the Astartes warriors beneath it.
However, at the critical moment, Angron grabbed the broken ends of the chain with both hands and used terrifying brute force to hold the metal chain in place, thus securing the boulder again.
This gladiator, who once regarded chains as a disgrace of enslavement, now grasps them once more to save his offspring!
"Soldiers! This is not a place where we should die! Nor is this the time for us to fight! Some of you may not yet believe me, but please cherish your lives and do not cause any more unnecessary sacrifices!!"
Anglong's voice was so deafening that it could be clearly heard even a kilometer away.
The Astartes below—including the warriors affected by Chaos—ceased their attacks on each other and quickly resumed their transfer to the Great Tyrant.
"Is this the true face of the Twelfth Legion Commander?"
Loken looked up, his eyes now filled with admiration.
"If he can help us."
"That would be best."
Sun Qian sighed softly.
"Loken, you go back with them first... Be careful, I trust your judgment."
Upon hearing Sun Qian's words, Loken frowned slightly.
"You mean he might not help us?"
"No."
Sun Qian reached out and grabbed a protruding rock, then began to climb upwards.
I was referring to the previous sentence.