Emperor's Bane

Chapter 881 Terra Crisis - Unforgivable Crimes
"Notify all departments to prepare for battle."

"If necessary...be prepared to arrest the Warmaster."

Rogal Dorn never thought that one day he would actually say such words.

Although before this, he had thought about the darker possibilities between the brothers: all this was thanks to that damned nameless traitor, and not being able to kill him personally was one of the few things that Dorne would regret.

But from the beginning, among the names of brothers that the Lord of the Imperial Fist considered necessary for him to guard against might even include the names of Leman Russ and even Jonson: but never, ever, the Warmaster Horus.

He didn't even think about it.

Neither the status of Warmaster of the Empire, nor the well-known loyalty of the Wolf God to the Emperor, nor the admiration and belief in Horus, the brother in Rogal Dorn's insignificant personal feelings, would allow the Lord of the Imperial Fist to consider such a [treasonous] thing.

For Dorn knew that he would only be an enemy of the Wolf-God if Horus betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium, and the promises he had made to the Lord of Mankind and the Great Crusade: a future so horrible that Dorn was unwilling to contemplate it.

After all, the Wolf God is no ordinary Primarch. If he betrays the Emperor's cause, the forces he can mobilize will not be limited to his own legions: perhaps several powerful legions and kingdoms will join the Warmaster's rebellion without hesitation. At that time, the entire galaxy will be swallowed up by the vortex of war again.

This future is truly terrible: even Dorne would be terrified by it.

Therefore, he had never thought about it this way: he also did not think that things would degenerate to this point.

Even though he was a Royal Guard of Terra, at the eye of the storm of the Imperial power struggle, and could clearly feel how intense the open and covert struggles between the Warmaster and the Council of High Lords had become over the past fifty years, Dorn had never worried that the situation would eventually get out of hand.

In his view, both parties at the two ends of the dispute were loyal and sincere ministers, and the dispute between them was nothing more than a slight difference in interests and routes: no matter how bad it was, when the Lord of Mankind ended his seclusion and returned to the public eye, the dispute would disappear as both sides submitted to the Emperor again.

Dorn had thought so until he first began to doubt the Emperor's safety.

And until the moment the Spirit of Vengeance's shells fired towards Holy Terra right in front of him, the Lord of the Imperial Fist had never had any more complicated thoughts.

So, as it should be.

When the Eternal Gate was destroyed, the whole of Terra was engulfed in panic and rage, and the Seventh Legion's defenses were breached in the most ridiculous way: Rogal Dorn, who was on the Phalanx, was the most confused among all the witnesses.

Of course he knew what was happening, but he simply could not comprehend what he was seeing, as if everything had already shattered his worldview: in the silence that lasted for one or two seconds, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists even forgot to breathe or get angry.

He had never been so confused as he was now.

I have never felt so helpless as I do now.

"..."

Fortunately, he is Dorne.

Rogal Dorn.

The Primarch of the VII Legion: Unyielding.

No matter how confused he was at the moment: he knew what he had to do and what he should do.

No matter who the person who made the mistake was, even Horus, whom he respected the most: he knew what he had to do.

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After the Vengeful Spirit opened fire on Terra, the Phalanx was the first to prepare for battle.

Five seconds after the Eternal Gate was destroyed, this space hive city in Terra's low-Earth orbit began to operate at full speed under the command of the Primarch Rogal Dorn: its reaction speed was so smooth that it was thirteen seconds faster than the anti-aircraft armed forces on the ground of Terra, and it was a full two minutes ahead of the Heracleofenr on the other side.

Tens of thousands of Imperial Fists warriors were ready to go, unleashing the seals on their incendiary weapons, their chests overflowing with the rage of honor and loyalty. Thousands of torpedo tubes and lance cannons adjusted their angles, aiming the deadly death at the nearby Spirit of Vengeance.

"By the Emperor... this is simply insane."

When the breath of war lingered in every corner of the Phalanx again after a long absence, Rogal Dorn stood on the command platform he was most accustomed to. The Primarch's keen senses allowed him to hear the whispers between his descendants.

I just don't know whether the person who spoke was lamenting the madness of brothers killing each other, or simply didn't understand: when the Spirit of Vengeance was so clearly in the center of the Phalanx's firepower coverage, how could the Wolf God have the courage to aim his gun at Terra.

Did he really think that the duties of the Terran Guard were a toy used by the Emperor to reward Dorn?

No one could understand this matter, because Horus could not be so stupid and crazy. Even Dorn held exactly the same idea: for this reason, after discovering that the Spirit of Vengeance did not launch a new offensive, the Lord of the Imperial Fist temporarily stopped the order to open fire.

After much hesitation, Dorn chose to send communications to both the Warmaster and Terra at the same time, asking for details: he hoped more than anyone else that this was just a misunderstanding.

And when the Spirit of Vengeance and the Terra Palace responded to him one after another, and after a brief negotiation, they agreed to the peaceful discussion plan one after another, everyone could see how Rogal Dorn breathed a sigh of relief.

The Emperor is above.

Although he was proud of the title of Terran Guard.

But he never hoped that he would really need to fulfill this responsibility one day.

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Compared with the formal talks not long ago, the second meeting between the Sigillite and the Warmaster on the Mountain Phalanx was much more exciting.

There was no need to think about going to the Mataris Hall, which was originally opened to the outside world for the purpose of the talks. The two sides met again and gathered directly on the deck of the Phalanx: that is, the front deck that Rogal Dorn used to welcome the Wolf God and the Sigillite during the previous talks.

Fortunately, the Imperial Fists, which had previously spent a lot of effort to completely empty it, had not had time to restore it to its original state.

Compared with the previous time, although only less than three hours had passed, the two sides who met again were very different in terms of each other's aura, the small number of entourage, and the invisible treatment they received.

This time, Sigillite Malcador brought a huge team, which included not only dozens of serious-looking high lords and army leaders, but also countless fully armed and loaded imperial guards and elite mortals. The entire platform had been blocked by them, and the Imperial Fists warriors could only be responsible for guarding the periphery.

This behavior of usurping someone else's position, and the obvious distrust hidden in it, made Dorne frown: although he knew that this was not the seal holder's original intention.

Compared with the powerful Terra side, when Warmaster Horus appeared, his appearance was inevitably surprising.

Dorn stared at a dozen Stormbirds that staggered onto the deck: the one escorting the Warmaster was a full body length ahead of its companions, as if to avoid involving the others.

After the stairs were lowered, two figures, one big and one small, appeared in front of everyone: including Dorn, everyone raised their eyebrows in confusion.

The scene before me was truly bizarre.

Horus was seen walking in front, having taken off his iconic pearl white armor, while Warhammer Worldbreaker was left in the cabin: the Wolf God was dressed in casual clothes, with no weapons visible to the naked eye. As soon as he landed, he opened his arms impatiently, as if to thank the crowd who had been waiting for him, and as if to indicate that he was indeed not a threat at all.

Following closely behind Horus, the fully armed Adeptus Custodes looked like an escort, with the tip of his power halberd almost touching the Primarch's back: considering the difference in strength between them and the situation on the Vengeful Spirit, it is conceivable that the Adeptus Custodes would never have been able to do this without Horus' tacit approval.

The strange thing is that, although on the surface, the Wolf Shepherd God is the one at a disadvantage, his calm posture and outstanding demeanor make up for this very well, making him look more like the one in advantage.

This clear-cut and harmless statement did help ease the tense atmosphere.

Except for the Imperial Guards who were still on edge, most people breathed a sigh of relief: judging from the Warmaster's attitude, it was unlikely that bloodshed would occur today at least.

The situation is not particularly bad.

Dawn's frown softened.

Although Leman Russ still seemed to be gritting his teeth, he had already breathed a sigh of relief between his teeth.

Malcador still hid his face under the tattered hood, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After the smell of gunpowder in the air subsided slightly, the Primarchs, Legion envoys and their respective servants stepped out of the remaining dozen Stormbirds one after another: except for the crew needed by the Spirit of Vengeance itself, the Warmaster seemed to have invited all the people he could mobilize.

But Dorn knew that this was actually Malcador's request.

But no one knows why he does this.

Until the guards responsible for escorting Horus returned to his team, both sides on the deck just looked at each other in silence. No one wanted to speak, even someone as frivolous as Fulgrim and as arrogant as Mortarion, kept their mouths shut at this time.

After a few minutes, everyone's eyes finally focused on the Sigillite Malcador.

The duties bestowed upon him by the Emperor, and the blunder just committed by Warmaster Horus, made Malcador in fact the most powerful person present: for the time being.

Even the Warmaster himself could only stand in front, a little distance away from his supporters, smiling but feeling uncontrollably nervous, waiting for the Sigillite who was meditating with his head down to end his silence.

The Primarch did not have to wait long.

In the next few minutes, the Sigillite silently turned his gaze to the Spirit of Vengeance: he studied the battleship for nearly five minutes, then, with his creaking legs, he walked step by step to Horus in full view of everyone.

The Warmaster's breathing became a little short, but he tried his best to stay calm. While thinking about the few cards he still had in his hand, he lowered his head and looked at Malcador who was standing in front of him.

As a master who had achieved certain success in the field of psychic energy, the Wolf God could sense that the Sigillite was setting up a silent barrier around the two of them: his technique was so sophisticated that Horus felt ashamed of himself.

Then, the seal holder stared at the Wolf Shepherd God.

It sounds like a question, but also like a sigh.

"What on earth are you doing, Horus?"

"..."

The Wolf Shepherd God quickly adjusted his breathing to make his words sound more convincing.

"You know, the Sigillite."

Horus had a clear conscience.

"This matter has nothing to do with me: I would never defile my father's sanctuary in this way."

Macador ignored the rebuttal.

"Did the Custodians tell you, Horus, that the Eternal Gate in front of the Imperial Palace has been destroyed."

"..."

The Warmaster was speechless: he knew better than anyone what the Eternity Gate meant to the Imperium.

After a while, he responded with a bitter smile.

"Handprinter."

Horus spoke each word with emphasis.

"I know the significance of the Eternal Gate, and I know what it means to the Empire. Don't think that the Eternal Gate is worthless to me. The flag of the Luna Wolves is also flying there. Both sides of the Avenue of Glory also have the names and portraits of my descendants. Many of them have long left me, and these glories are the only traces of them in the world."

"Tell me: do you think I'm someone so despicable as to wipe out this glory with my own hands?"

"I never doubted that."

The voice of the seal bearer was calm, and the emotions of the Wolf God did not affect him at all.

"After all, your pursuit of glory is visible to the naked eye: especially anything related to the Emperor."

"..."

The War Marshal snorted lightly but did not refute.

"but……"

Then, the Sigillite changed the subject, his old eyes beneath his hood looking directly at the Primarch.

"Words cannot change the facts, Horus. No matter how sincere you are, someone must pay the price for the offense against Holy Terra: even if it is not for the truth, but simply to maintain the dignity of the Emperor, the Imperium needs a punishment worthy of being recorded in history."

This sentence made the war master sneer.

"Now you are talking to me about truth, dignity and so-called history books again, right?"

Horus took a step forward, even forgetting that he was in a more vulnerable position at this moment.

"You and I know this very well, Sigillite."

"I am innocent. I have no reason to let the Spirit of Vengeance fire at Terra. You and your High Lords Council are not pure and innocent. If you hadn't delayed until this time, I would never have returned to Terra, let alone brought the Spirit of Vengeance with me."

"Let me tell you something, Malcador."

Suddenly, the Wolf Shepherd God smiled.

"I don't care about power that much, nor do I care who will sit on the throne in ten thousand years. The only thing that can drive me is loyalty to the Empire. Since he has placed my duties in the far north of the galaxy, I am willing to let my life stay here, even if I will never return to Holy Terra again."

"Until you destroyed it all, until you used conspiracy and rumors to shake the foundation of the Empire, until you, the so-called High Lords and the mortal elite, used your power and greed to exploit the future of mankind in the rear while we shed blood and sweat on the front line: until now you refuse to admit the reality. You are an enemy more disgusting than the aliens in the Great Crusade."

Horus paused, looking at Malcador with an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

There is disgust, hatred, and ridicule: but there is also a kind of respect based on his ability.

"Admit it, Sigillite."

“You had a chance to make it better: you didn’t take it.”

"..."

The words made Malcador laugh, and he looked towards the wolf-god's chest, as if there was something there that deserved his attention: As Horus was confused, the Sigillite spoke the same words back to the Warmaster.

"Same to you, Wolf Shepherd."

"You had your chance."

Malcador looked into the wolf god's chest, into a darkness and madness that only he knew.

"But now...it's too late."

After saying this, the Sigillite ignored Horus's confused expression. He waved his hand, dispelled the surrounding silent barrier, and returned to his original place.

"Everyone."

Malcador's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"I think we all know why the clouds gathered here, so I won't go into details here."

The seal holder looked around the room: no one dared to interrupt him when he was speaking.

"I believe everyone already knows the situation: Warmaster Horus insists that he is innocent, but the Vengeful Spirit did bombard Holy Terra. Countless people can prove this, and this round of bombardment directly led to the complete destruction of the Eternal Gate area in front of the Imperial Palace. The glory of the Lord of Mankind has been irreparably tarnished."

"Someone has to be held accountable for this, and someone has to pay the price for this."

"So, the seal holder."

Chagatai Khan stood up and politely interrupted Makhado.

"Are you saying that the Warmaster must answer for a trumped-up crime?"

The eagle-like vision pierced towards Malcador, and someone stood up behind the seal holder.

"anyway."

The Marshal of the Ministry of Justice also took a step forward. Even facing multiple Primarchs did not dampen his momentum.

"The shells were fired from the Spirit of Vengeance, and the damage it caused to Terra is undoubted."

"No one who is directly associated with this matter will be allowed to get away with it."

"This is about the dignity of the empire."

"Dignity cannot be built on lies."

Fulgrim laughed loudly.

"As long as there are enough opportunities and means, anyone can impersonate Horus and fire the Spirit of Vengeance. And aren't you the cowardly High Lords who gave these opportunities to the murderer behind the scenes and didn't allow the Spirit of Vengeance to come to Terra with a full crew?"

"Do not distort the subject, Primarch."

The aged finance minister opened one eye.

"The problem now is that someone must be held responsible for the destruction of Eternity's Gate."

"If this man is not the owner of the Spirit of Vengeance, do you have a better choice?"

"Who said we were in the song..."

"All right."

Horus, who had been smiling the whole time, finally spoke before the argument became more heated, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

The Warmaster's smile, or rather his fake smile, was chilling, and his eyes slowly swept over the supporters behind Malcador. Every time he passed a place, people involuntarily lowered their heads. Even the Custodians did not dare to look the Emperor's eldest son in the eye.

"Everyone."

Horus sighed softly.

"I am very sorry that this happened and caused unnecessary trouble and panic to everyone."

"Please accept my apology."

After saying this, the Wolf Shepherd God bowed slightly.

"As for your requests for me, I can understand them from the bottom of my heart. I believe that those who can stand here are not ignorant and reckless. We are all loyal subjects who work hard for the Emperor and the Empire. Maybe we have small differences in our routes and opinions, but this does not affect our unity under the Sky Eagle flag."

Horus touched his lips and uttered a lot of polite words. For the warmaster who has been in charge of the entire Wolf Kingdom for more than 40 years, this couldn't be simpler: perhaps these words are of no use to the wolf god to get rid of the crime, but after doing his best on the scene, at least the malice behind Malcador has slightly subsided. And Horus has just touched his trump card.

"Well then, everyone from Terra."

Horus spread his hands and performed a formal salute to the crowd behind the Sigillite.

"Would you allow me to plead my case for this unfortunate accident?"

"..."

The seal bearer was silent for a moment.

"can."

After getting permission, Horus did not speak immediately, but turned and looked at Dorn again.

The Lord of the Imperial Fist nodded silently.

Then the Wolf Shepherd God cleared his throat.

"Well, your Excellencies."

"Please listen to me. I will not plead that I have nothing to do with this matter. After all, the shells were fired from the Vengeful Spirit. This is indeed my responsibility. As for whether I am guilty of a more serious crime? I believe that everyone here is fair and reasonable. A detailed joint investigation will prove my innocence."

“And here, I want to say something else.”

The Wolf Shepherd God raised his head and looked at the seal bearer.

"Something that His Excellency the Master of the Seal has deliberately ignored."

"..."

"What is it?"

Leman Russ asked from the crowd.

"It's very simple."

The Wolf Shepherd God raised the corners of his mouth.

"Since our Master has maintained an aggressive and tough attitude for a long time, and I am not interested in the power of Holy Terra, I believe that everyone present here has a misunderstanding: you have all habitually forgotten my title and power."

"I, Horus-Lupercal."

"I am the Warmaster of the Imperium, the Primarch of the Luna Wolves, the leader of the Wolf Nation, and the one chosen by the Emperor to continue the Great Crusade for him. The Lord of Mankind made it very clear on the land of Ullanor that my title and status come directly from his appointment. All my power as Warmaster and Primarch comes from the Emperor's nod."

"That is to say..."

Horus looked at the Sigillite.

"I answer only to the Emperor."

"Beyond that, I am not accountable to anyone and I am not under anyone's jurisdiction."

Seeing the silence and confusion of the people around him, as well as the faces of a few who suddenly realized something, the Wolf Shepherd God had to do his best to suppress the pride in his heart.

"So, that's the situation, guys."

"According to the laws of the Empire, as the Emperor's warmaster and the general leader of the front, I am equal in status to the Sigillite and the Council of High Lords. There is no distinction between who is higher or lower, nor do we have the function of governing each other. And the only thing above us is the will of the Lord of Mankind."

"So, Your Excellency the Master of the Seal."

Horus put his hands behind his back.

"You can appeal against my possible guilt and suspicion from any angle. This is your freedom. But please do not forget that no matter how you accuse me, you are only standing in the position of the plaintiff. You are not a judge. You have no power or qualification to judge me."

"You are qualified to accuse me because you are equal to me. You are also qualified to expel me from the Solar Segment because of what happened on Terra, because Terra Sky Territory is under your jurisdiction. But in addition to that, if you want to do more."

"If you want to deprive me of my title, or punish my kingdom and legion, or even seize me, prosecute me for my crimes, imprison me or punish me further: you have no power to do so, not even the guards standing beside you have the power to do so."

"No one in the entire galaxy has the authority to do this."

Horus puffed out his chest.

"The Emperor's laws would not allow this."

Having said that, the Warmaster paused for a moment. He glanced around at the crowd behind Malcador, observing with satisfaction the anger and unwillingness of the Custodians, the inquiry and frowning brows of the High Lords, and the silence of the Sigillite himself.

He looked frustrated.

But Horus knew that things were not that simple.

After several rounds of confrontation, if the Warmaster's previous view of the Seal Bearer was contempt and disdain, now although he still did not have a positive impression, he had to admit that the Seal Bearer was very capable: it was a pity that the two of them were destined to be enemies.

This is an opponent that must be taken seriously.

Horus smiled inwardly.

But it doesn’t matter, the purpose of the War Marshal saying these things is not to exonerate himself.

His real purpose was the next sentence.

The wolf shepherd cleared his throat.

"Of course, everyone here."

Horus opened his arms, like a hardworking gardener teaching his students.

"If you insist that I am responsible for this, I have no more complaints, but as the warmaster of the empire, I think I am qualified to make my own demands, and I guarantee that my demands are absolutely reasonable."

He looked at everyone, especially at Dorne, who had remained serious.

Then, he slowly looked towards the person holding the seal.

"I ask that if you really want to detain my personal freedom on any charge, or to accuse me of any crime that has already been established, then please invite the only person who is qualified to do this."

"Emperor."

This simple word echoed for a long time on the front deck of the Phalanx, making the eyes of countless onlookers light up, while the pupils of other onlookers suddenly dilated, and they understood Horus' intention in an instant.

The wolf-herding god then pursued the victory.

"Yes, just like I said."

"Only the Emperor is qualified to investigate my crimes."

"Only the Emperor has the authority to deprive me of my power and position as Warmaster."

"Please invite my father out. When he stands here, no matter how he is prepared to punish me for this matter, I will accept it willingly."

"As Warmaster."

"Only the Emperor can judge me."

"So, I demand to see the Emperor. I want to see him in person."

"That's my only appeal: be reasonable."

Horus smiled, and he stared at the Silent Hood of the Sigillite with an unprecedented serious look.

"Isn't it? Your Excellency the Master of the Seal?"

"..."

silence.

This was the only sound that echoed on the deck after Horus's impassioned speech.

silence.

This is the death silence of the seal bearer.

It was the frowns on the High Lords’ brows.

It was the smile of Jaghatai Khan and Fulgrim.

It was Mortarion's proud malice.

It was the rage that the imperial guards could not quell.

There was a hint of genuine admiration in the eyes of Corax and Lana as they looked at Horus.

"As expected of you, War Marshal..."

I don’t know who in the crowd uttered this sincere sigh in a very low voice.

Soon, another voice came over and attracted the astonishment in everyone's eyes.

"Yes."

Rogdorn took a step forward, then turned his head expressionlessly and looked in the direction of the seal holder.

"According to the laws left by the Emperor, the Warmaster's request is indeed reasonable, Your Excellency the Sigillite."

These words seemed to be the final word. The huge crowd behind Malcador even weakened their momentum. However, a determined smile appeared on the faces of every die-hard supporter behind Horus who was willing to support him.

Even Rogal Dorn is willing to say this: then it sounds no different from the truth.

"..."

The seal holder remained silent.

He remained silent until everyone's eyes were on him again.

The Guards were hungry for an explanation.
The high lords looked frustrated.

The expressions of the Primarchs behind Horus showed a mixture of joy at having turned the tide in desperate situations, as well as worry that the Sigillite had other tricks up his sleeve.

Thousands of gazes, thousands of emotions, were so tense that they forgot to breathe because the seal holder slowly raised a withered hand.

At this moment, the power of the Seal Bearer is no less than that of the former Lord of Humanity.

He coughed and then spoke slowly.

"We never said we would deprive you of your freedom because of this, Horus."

"..."

Having said this, regardless of how ecstatic or furious the crowds on both sides were, the Wolf God himself frowned in dissatisfaction.

"You don't want to convict me?"

the Primarch asked anxiously.

"As long as the Emperor..."

"There is no need to bother the Emperor with this matter."

Malcador's voice suddenly rose, and his hoarse voice attracted everyone's attention again.

"I have come to a conclusion."

The seal bearer's eyes met with the wolf-god's, and he measured the dissatisfaction in Horus' pupils.

"Listen to me, Horus."

"What you said is indeed correct. According to the laws left by the Emperor, neither I nor the High Lords Council have the power to threaten your personal freedom. The bombardment of the Spirit of Vengeance does have more inherent doubts. But this does not mean that we have no means of punishment."

"Quite the contrary, Warmaster."

The seal bearer raised his head slightly.

"Before coming here, I had already thought about how to judge this incident."

This sentence made everyone quiet down, and everyone was waiting for the answer from the seal holder.

Malcador just looked at the wolf god.
He stated his request word by word.

"The death penalty can be avoided."

"It is unforgivable to live."

"No matter what, the murderer who hurt Terra must pay with his life."

This sentence confused many people: because it was in obvious conflict with the previous words.

But some smarter people, such as Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan, noticed something, and shock flashed in their pupils.

"Damn..."

The Khan cursed inwardly.

"He wouldn't really dare..."

The same is true of Horus.

He vaguely guessed what the seal holder meant.

"you……"

The Wolf God wanted to say something, but Malcador was no longer looking at him.

The Sigillite took one last look at the Spirit of Vengeance, with fear and determination in his pupils. Then, he carefully scanned the crowd behind Horus, comparing the faces of each Primarch and Legion envoy in turn: When he saw Sevatar wrapped in bandages, Malcador nodded with satisfaction.

“All the important people are here.”

"It saves us trouble."

These words, which sounded confusing to outsiders, caused beads of sweat to appear on Horus' smooth forehead.

"Malcador, you are going to..."

"Where are the Terran guards?"

The words of the Wolf God were interrupted again: No one could imagine that such a deafening power could burst out from the old body of the Seal Bearer.

Dorn took a step forward.

"I give this order as Sigillite and Agent of the Emperor."

Malcador stared straight at Horus, whose face had turned from pale to red, gritting his teeth, but still didn't know what to say.

As for Macador himself, he spoke clearly, word by word, and with a clear attitude.

"Immediately blockade the Spirit of Vengeance and transport it to Luna's low-Earth orbit."

"After the ship is taken into custody, no one on board is allowed to leave. Rogal Dorn will personally command the Phalanx."

"The Eternity Gate will be destroyed."

"Invasion of Terran land."

"The Vengeful Spirit that offended the Emperor's majesty."

Malcador paused.

He ignored the shocked or surprised faces of everyone around him and glanced at Horus who was trembling all over.

Then, the verdict was ruthlessly delivered.

"Fire!"

"Sink!"

“Set as a warning to others!”

After saying this, the seal holder turned around and walked away.

Behind him, there was only dead silence and the sobbing sounds that were suppressed to the extreme under the anger.

(End of this chapter)