Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 237 44, The King on the Throne

Horus's ship began to shift its orbit, and he and his friends headed for the location of the Spirit of Vengeance.

But as they went deeper into the subspace, he became anxiously aware that the wisps of golden light, as sharp as swords, were always following him.

His friends seemed to be afraid of this light, and Horus frowned tightly - because even he himself had a fear of this golden light that he was unwilling to admit.

Horus returned to his room silently. He didn't want to tell anyone about the fear in his heart.

What made him even more reluctant to recall was his deep-seated dependence on this light.

He couldn't tell where this emotion came from, and there were even several times when he had the urge to drop everything and go to the light. He almost did that if his friends hadn't stopped him in time.

Horus could not tolerate himself being dependent on anything, because that represented weakness. Horus knew Dukor, and he knew that once he admitted his weakness, he would even lose the courage to fight against Dukor, his former brother.

By then, no one will be able to prevent the destruction of the universe.

Horus sat in a quiet room. He needed some time alone to regain his confidence.

Suddenly, Horus felt a severe headache.

A powerful being who seemed familiar but he could not remember who it was was trying to open his head, using psychic energy to impact his consciousness and communicate with him forcefully.

This force was so immense and unpredictable, like an unstoppable natural disaster. Even though he was a powerful Primarch, Horus quickly lost consciousness and could not feel anything.

His mind was in a mess, with only the surging, ashy scorched earth and a thick, golden and colorful ocean.

In such an environment, he couldn't see anything, just floating with nowhere to lean on, like a floating object in a colorful golden ocean. All he could do was try to stay stable while being dragged away, even though there was no real tangible matter here.

But something that could at least help him get his bearings again, his body and his face.

In this way, he came to a strange place, which was a three-dimensional mountain of thrones, the tops of which were simply built up with mountain-like golden thrones.

There is a figure on each throne, and each figure is emitting endless light, making it impossible to see the specific shape.

Horus endured the burning pain in his eyes as he looked at the figures. As far as he could see, there were millions of thrones, millions of figures, and millions of faces. Some were grotesque, some were like humans, some were half-humans, and some were simply indescribable beings made up of various human limbs.

They varied in size, some were only slightly taller than him, while others were larger than a star.

In such a strange picture, he even saw a tall giant.

A tall giant in heavy armor knelt on one knee before the throne, and Horus was confused because it was exactly himself.

In other words, this was himself ten thousand years ago, before he betrayed the Empire and took on the responsibility of Warmaster, Horus from Cosonia.

The tall giant was smiling happily because he was reunited with his father.

There was a sudden silence, and from those great thrones Horus heard a million great voices,
"Horus from Cosonia, will you pledge allegiance to me, to your father, the Lord of mankind? Will you offer your loyalty to me, spread light to every inch of land and every inch of ocean opened up by the empire, give light to all people in the dark night, give mortals wisdom in ignorance, give them assistance in distress, give them guidance in hesitation, and help them in crisis?"

"My father, I swear here that I will remain faithful until I die." The tall giant spoke out the oath in a resounding voice. These pompous requests would become the oath that he would strictly follow in the future.

The scene that happened ten thousand years ago happened again in Horus's eyes.

The scene brought back sad memories and he couldn't control his tears. Thinking back to what happened later and how things and people have changed, Horus felt a huge sadness in his heart.

He no longer avoided the light before him, but looked directly at Him.

"Who are you, and why do you present the past to me again?" Horus continued to ask, "Why are you so persistent in looking for me?"

"I will use all necessary means to find you, for you are Horus." The king on the throne spoke with a hint of fatigue in his voice.

Horus stood there, he opened his mouth to say something.

But at that moment, a huge shadow enveloped him, and the shadows of wolves curled up around him, exhaling hot breath.

Four pairs of eyes of different colors, red, green, purple and blue, were flashing imperceptibly.

"Be careful, Horus, my friend, don't be deceived by Him."

A perfect voice, as pleasant as a wind chime, suddenly rang out in Horus's consciousness. It was the voice of his fourth companion.

Such a reminder made Horus even more confused.

He seemed to have understood the identity of the man on the throne, but the truth was always shrouded in a mist like a veil, and he could never see it clearly.

He didn't know who to trust. From a rational point of view, he thought he should trust his friends instead of a stranger. But from an emotional point of view, he was still willing to listen to what that person said.

The man on the throne seemed to understand the urgency of time, and there was a clear sense of urgency in his words.

"Horus, the first Primarch to serve the throne, you will stand by my side and open up a glorious era for mankind, an era without the oppression of darkness, an era where human error cannot hinder us."

"Can you do what you swore to do?"

"Can you do this, Horus?"

The light completely enveloped Horus Lupercal, making it impossible for him to find a dark place to escape and return to.

"You can do this, Horus."

"What you do is not of your own heart, but is the deception of evil"

“You still have a chance to turn back.”

"I will wait for you."

When Horus regained consciousness, he found that his friends were looking at him with strange eyes. The emotions contained in these eyes were somewhat creepy, which made him feel obviously disgusted.

For the first time, he became wary of these companions.

These are the companions he has been searching for so long and who can help him accomplish his great cause.

It doesn't seem that credible.

A gap formed between Horus and his companions, and time passed in between.

Soon, Horus saw his former flagship, the massive Vengeful Spirit.

And his former child, now the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, is currently on this giant ship.

Many Chaos ships came along the undercurrent of the Sea of ​​Souls. They surrounded the Spirit of Vengeance. The densely packed ships were arranged together like a planetary ring around a main star.

However, despite the large number of Chaos ships, their array was loose and lacked strict defense.

Horus was not surprised by this.

The disorderly and chaotic demons gathered together, and no matter how large their numbers were, they were just a group of insignificant mobs.

Just a glance from afar at Abaddon and his Black Legion made Horus feel disappointed.

If he wanted, he could open fire on the Vengeful Spirit even now, and before any of the ships could react, he could inflict heavy damage to it with his first salvo.

However, Horus did not choose to open fire, but chose to board the ship.

The purpose of his journey was to retrieve his Spirit of Vengeance and his former weapons, not to destroy them.

With the concerted efforts of Horus and his companions, they boarded the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance with almost no effort.

"Father Horus?! How come you are here!"

Upon seeing Horus, even Abaddon, who had previously undergone the demon exaltation ritual, felt as if he had encountered a supernatural event.

Horus also looked at his former son.

Looking at the other person's foul-smelling body and swollen cheeks, Horus looked at him carefully as if he was seeing him for the first time.

"Abaddon? You disappoint me now." "You have disappointed me before, Horus," said Abaddon.

The mental pressure from Horus impacted Abaddon's consciousness.

It demanded that Abaddon kneel before Horus, but Abaddon did not do so.

When he saw how weak Horus was, he was no longer willing to submit to this man.

Horus stared at him closely, his gaze tilted towards Abaddon.

The voice of surrender in my heart sounded again.

But Abaddon still refused to kneel before the Gene-Father.

"Abaddon, you have become a slave to Chaos."

"I am merely using Chaos," Abaddon replied, before adding, "I am fundamentally different from you ten thousand years ago."

Hearing the sarcasm from his former offspring, Horus exploded in anger.

He was once defeated in a battle, and then spent ten thousand years unconscious.

After returning, he is no longer obsessed with the past, but wants to pursue a greater cause and become the savior of the entire universe.

But the son he once trusted the most has now fallen to this point and speaks wildly without any respect.

Horus decided to teach him a lesson.

Unable to suppress his rage, Horus attacked Abaddon without hesitation.

Abaddon was still suffering from the injuries inflicted by Doom the Doomlord, and was no match for the Primarch of Fury.

Of course, even if he hadn't sustained any injuries, it would have been nearly impossible for him to fight Horus.

Nothing can stop the power of a Primarch.

With a powerful punch, Horus knocked Abaddon flying.

Then he grabbed him in mid-air and smashed him against the hull.

The sound of banging and banging was endless.

Abaddon was at a disadvantage and was hit hard by Horus into the wall of the Spirit of Vengeance several times in a row.

What's worse is that it's unclear whether it's because of the injuries inflicted on him by the Doom Slayer, or some other reason.

The power in his body that came from the four gods became extremely dull at this moment.

Under such circumstances, he was even less able to fight against Horus.

Horus hammered at him with heavy punches, one after another, until the Dark Warmaster's helmet shattered and blood mixed with pus flowed out.

If it weren't for Nurgle's divine gift that enhanced his vitality, he might have died.

Abaddon wanted the Black Legion's Space Marines to help him, but these fallen warriors chose to ignore his orders.

"Are you guys going to rebel?" he asked angrily after being knocked to the ground.

"We have no such intention." Although the fallen warriors did not have much loyalty, they were still unwilling to admit betrayal.
"What reason should we use to fight against our former father?"

A fallen warrior asked him back.

"He is but a puppet, a puppet of Chaos!" Abaddon screamed at the Fallen Warrior.

"What about you? What are you?" the other party continued to ask him back.

Abaddon gritted his teeth. He did not agree with the other party's words, but the increasingly fierce battle left him no time to speak.

He struggled to block Horus's punch, but was kicked over again and fell heavily on the metal floor.

Horus paced over, his heavy footsteps causing the Spirit of Vengeance to tremble slightly.

Looking at Abaddon's ugly face revealed after his helmet was shattered by him, Horus wanted to kill him several times, but an emotion he didn't want to admit prevented him from doing it.

He then lifted Abaddon up, punched him into the air with two punches, and threw him away like garbage, throwing him far away.

"Go away. I have never had a child like you."

Horus was ultimately unable to face his own heart, and he planned to let Abaddon go.

Roar! ! !
But at this moment, a roar like that of a wild beast suddenly sounded.

Horus' second companion, an ugly warrior in red armor, suddenly broke through the wall and rushed in. He killed everyone he saw like a wild beast out of control.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the purpose of this trip and was completely immersed in the killing.

The scholar in a blue robe also walked out of the hole in the wall.

He is thin, but exudes strong spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Just as I expected, Horus, you really can't do it."

"Friends, what happens here has nothing to do with you." Since Horus couldn't remember the real names of these people, he used "friends" to refer to them.

Horus looked over with a bad expression at this moment.

Everything that is happening now seems to be within the other party's calculations.

"This is fate. It is like an extremely precise instrument. Although I also like the variables in it, some things must be ensured to be foolproof. Horus, Abaddon must die here. This is his fate. You can take over his legion, and I will also appreciate the arc of fate."

The scholar spoke slowly and with a strange accent.

But Horus became even more angry.

"You mean fate? Who decided his fate?!"

"Of course it's me." The blue-robed scholar answered without hesitation, "It's a destiny that cannot be changed."

At this moment, this thin scholar exuded a majesty that even Horus could not ignore.

It seemed that at this moment, the other party had become the embodiment of the destiny of the universe.

"Roar!" At this time, the ugly warriors in red armor have killed all the fallen warriors here, leaving only Abaddon.

The reason Abaddon is still alive today is not because he has gained any advantage in the confrontation with the ugly warrior.

But this ugly warrior does not prioritize killing targets lying on the ground.

But now, when he was the only one left alive, the ugly warrior swung his axe, ready to taste the blood of the Dark Warmaster.

"and many more!"

Horus shouted angrily, but before he could finish his words, the anger and confusion at the moment turned into chains, locking him firmly in place.

These chains seemed to have grown out of his body, causing him extreme pain, and every movement nearly brought him to the point of collapse.

This is a damn wizard trick.

Horus cursed in his heart.

(End of this chapter)