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Why did you say that?
"Do I really need to tell you the reason?"
Horus remained silent.
However, in the end, he still chose to speak. But he did not refute his son's words; instead, he expressed his true feelings in another way.
"But I'll still give it a try."
Horus let out a long breath, looking at the now hideous and terrifying face of his former son, his tone becoming increasingly firm.
"This is humanity, Yano. Have you forgotten? The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage."
Horus reached out his hands, cupped Arno's face in his hands, and, amidst Arno's ashamed, pained, and incredulous gaze, slowly uttered a sentence.
"Do you think I am human? Child, I know that many of you didn't think I was human back then, or even that you were. At that time, I also had the feeling that I wasn't human."
Yano felt something inside her break, but something else was being put back together.
"But now, I consider myself human because, like humans, I am a creature with emotions, capable of courage and fear."
After saying this, Horus released his hand from Arno's face. He straightened his back and walked out of the cell.
Just after he had taken a few steps, Yano suddenly called out to him.
"Father."
Yano raised her head, and a complex light appeared in her cloudy eyes.
"Could you... in the end, give me and everyone else a true release?"
"........Can."
“I thank you on behalf of my brothers. You are still the same as before, Father.”
Yano laughed again, but this time it wasn't a bitter laugh, but a heartfelt, joyful laugh.
He smiled like that until five minutes later, when his head suddenly drooped down, and when he raised it again, his expression had become extremely solemn.
"altar."
"what?"
Horus looked at his offspring and narrowed his eyes.
"On Galmyk, the former Thousand Sons Wizard named Iskandar Kayan has erected an altar. Father, there, they will sacrifice tens of millions of mortals gathered from countless worlds, the blood flowing out even forming rivers, the sky being stained red with the carnage of the slaughter, all for the purpose of summoning a great army."
Yano spoke very quickly, as if he was chasing after something.
At that very moment, Horus, who was controlling Lynch's body, suddenly noticed an unusual psionic reaction.
what? !
Horus immediately acted, his surging psionic energy transforming into white beams that pierced Arno's body, attempting to halt the abnormal psionic reaction. However, he was too slow; the distorted psionic energy directly affected Arno's soul, causing blasphemous runes to appear on his body before it burst into flames.
Black flames appeared out of thin air, looking incredibly evil. A piercing scream escaped Yano's throat, as if immense pain had materialized into needles, stimulating every nerve in his body from all directions.
"This is a wizard's trick! To prevent us from revealing his true purpose!"
Even amidst the surrounding pain, Yano persevered and managed to finish her last words.
"Father! You promised me! Grant me release!"
Horus looked at his offspring, hesitated for a second, and then white psionic flames appeared in his hand.
"it is good."
He answered in this way, placing his hand on his son's shoulder.
The white psionic flames spread rapidly, faster than the black flames. In a mere instant, they completely enveloped Yano's entire body.
However, Yano, who was the burning object of this white flame, did not feel any pain or heat from the white flame. He only felt a warmth, a warmth that made him feel as if he had returned to a long time ago and was chatting with his comrades in the same trench.
He hadn't experienced that warmth since he joined the Great Rebellion, but now, because of his father who had come back from the dead, he experienced it once again.
Yes, that's exactly how it feels...
Horus watched as his offspring in the flames slowly turned into scattered ashes. In a daze, he seemed to see once again a face untouched by chaos, resolute and handsome.
"Father........"
That was Arno from ten thousand years ago, that glorious warrior, his proud son.
"The Word Bearers and the wizards have reached a cooperation agreement. On the surface, this altar is meant to help the Word Bearers' leader become a demon prince, but in reality, the Word Bearers are also one of the sacrifices. The wizards' true purpose is to summon a terrifying being with absolute destructive power from the warp."
Horus listened intently to the last words of his son.
"That being has committed countless atrocities against humanity over thousands of years, just like I did in the past. But I believe you, Father, can stop it. And its identity is your brother, the former master of the World Devourer, now the Red Angel, a bloodthirsty and savage monster."
Arno's afterimage began to dissipate, and in the very end, he looked at Horus, a slow smile appearing on his lips.
"I don't know if I can still atone for my sins, but if I were to fall into eternal slumber, it would be a kind of relief."
The afterimage vanished completely, leaving only a sentence echoing in the air.
"Then farewell, Father. We will meet again in eternity after death."
Horus reached out, trying to hold onto something, but he touched nothing.
The original cross was now empty, as if it had never bound anyone.
"Lynch."
"Ok?"
"you........"
"Let him rest well, Horus."
Lynch sighed, understanding Horus's thoughts.
Can he do it? He certainly can. Being able to distort the world from nothingness and recreate the soul of a Primarch, recreating the pure soul of an Astartes, is naturally not a difficult task for him.
But the last words of the son of Horus made him unwilling to do so.
Eternal tranquility is a liberation; liberation has already been granted, so there is no need to disturb it further.
"........."
Horus lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and finally hummed in agreement.
Lin Qi wanted to reach out and pat the other person's shoulder, but only realized at the moment of touch that he was still in a soul state and unable to perform the act of touching.
Okay, okay, let's focus on the present.
Lin Qi sighed deeply, and then his expression turned serious.
"Don't waste the information your offspring possesses. The Red Angel he mentioned at the end—I think you and I are both very clear about its exact identity."
"...Yes, I do know that."
Horus's eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion. He slowly spoke, revealing the name and identity of the red angel before he fell and became a lackey of Chaos.
“Angron, my brother.”
"Be prepared, we cannot let the ritual succeed. Once Angron arrives in Galmyk with his army of Khorne, it will be an absolute catastrophe not only for the Allied Forces, but for the entire human world surrounding the Maelstrom."
"That's true, so now."
Horus's expression hardened, and he returned his body to Lynch, reverting to his soul form.
"Let's put an end to the orc war, and then we'll see what kind of gift Magnus' son has prepared for us."
Fifteen minutes later, the Imperial fleet dropped a Whirlwind torpedo on Skul below.
The destructive weapon, known as the bipolar torpedo, formed an ultra-hot warhead the instant it passed through the atmosphere. The warhead pierced the surface of the planet, penetrated its core, and then exploded violently, turning the entire planet into a silent, dazzling firework in the boundless void.
Lynch stood with Horus, witnessing the planet's destruction, and then gave the order.
"Notify all fleets to change course. Target: Traitor Primeval Star, Galmyk."
Chapter 168 XXXX Stands Tall and Unyielding!
Cardia stands strong!
Whenever the war blacksmith Hongsuo heard these words, he would personally cut down the mortals who uttered them and hang them on the fortresses he built, so that they could see what true unyielding power really was.
Honso, a war blacksmith belonging to the Iron Warriors Warband. An Astartes born after the Horus Rebellion, and also a... bastard.
Yes, Hunsso is a bastard, and that's not an insult, but an undeniable fact.
The reason is that Honso, as an Astartes, possesses the genetic seeds of both the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fist.
This bloodline initially earned him the contempt of his colleagues; within the Iron Warriors, they all believed that this guy had tainted the noble blood of Peturabo.
However, Honso quickly proved those who had insulted him wrong with his own strength. In just a few millennia, he not only rose from an ordinary soldier to become a high-ranking war blacksmith within the Iron Warriors, but also created something like the Demon Womb, making outstanding contributions to the development of the Chaos forces.
If things continue this way, Hong Suo will, unsurprisingly, become a demon prince at some point in the future, truly securing his place in the Chaos Realm.
But as expected, an accident still occurred.
Ultramarines Ventris (or Ventris) of Ultramarines.
Whenever he thought of that name, Hong Suo would grit his teeth in anger, and his heart would be consumed by endless tyranny.
This wandering Ultra Warrior had recently destroyed Honso's base, almost completely destroying the Demon Womb inside. Honso himself was also shot in the head and nearly died on the spot.
Having miraculously survived, Honso immediately launched his revenge, destroying Tarsis, the planet that had resisted the Zerg hive's attack under Ventris's leadership, killing billions of ordinary civilians, and issuing a self-deprecating warning to the entire galaxy.
But will Hunsso's revenge end there?
no, I can not.
Honso harbored a plan: he hoped to gather a force and use it to wipe out Ultramar—the jewel of the Five Hundred Worlds and the homeworld of the Ultramarines.
Only in this way can Hong Suo truly feel that his anger has been quelled and his hatred has been erased.
However, the Ultramarines are incredibly powerful. If Honso were to use his current strength to attack Ultramar, it would undoubtedly be a suicide mission.
Therefore, Hong Su needs strength, he needs more strength.
Soldiers, fleets, chaos wizards—he needs them all.
Looking across the entire galaxy, who could provide him with these things?
The answer is the Black Legion.