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Chapter 271:78, Horus and the Necrons

Among the dark stars, there is a world called Sotaan.

Horus stood on the land of this planet. He ignored the toxicity and radiation of this dark world. He stood there and took a deep breath once, and then again.

Blood surged through his majestic body, bringing strength to every cell.

The air moved back and forth in his lungs at a speed several times faster than that of an ordinary person. The Progenitor used his astonishing will to forcibly control every cell in his body. During the microscopic friction between these cells, the invisible electromagnetic force field gradually covered his entire body.

The breath he exhaled was as strong and powerful as a tsunami.

Horus was digesting the treasure that came out from the mysterious place where the eight directions met.

After breathing for a while, he relaxed his body and felt a powerful force flowing through his body.

Horus exhaled slowly, raised his head and fixed his gaze on the two purple-red stars that were about to rise in the distance.

The movement of the stars symbolizes the passage of time.

After noticing this, the brief joy in Horus' heart disappeared, and the sense of urgency came back again.

Even if he brought out the pleasing treasure from the place where all directions meet, he didn't have to travel far to the Gate of Moloch, which saved him a lot of time.

However, it takes time for the cloned original to grow, and what he lacks most is time.

Dukel might come at any time, and the imperial army's front line is approaching.

How to stop the Empire's offensive has become Horus' most important consideration at this moment.

Sotaan is a dark world. There are no resources here, only toxic methane and radiation left over from past wars. Even the dark creatures in the subspace are unwilling to live in such a world.

Normally, no one would notice such a world. It is like a reef in the vast ocean, inconspicuous.

But there is no doubt that the Imperial fleet will occasionally pass through this world and drop a few torpedoes for fun.

Don't ask why the Empire would do such a thing.

Even Horus, who was once the Warmaster of the Empire, could not understand this behavior, but such things have become common in recent times.

Ever since the Imperial army penetrated deep into the Warp, this human army led by Dukel has completely let itself go.

They don't care whether the dark world has value or not, or even whether there are enemies there. Whenever they encounter one, they will first throw two torpedoes to say hello.

The army's behavior is exactly the same as their master's, equally brutal and domineering.

The Sotaan world exists in a binary star planetary system.

These two planets are already in their twilight years, but due to their small mass, they will not easily undergo drastic evolution.

But their weak light spectrum has changed, becoming dim and without heat under the refraction of the atmosphere of the Sotaan world.

Horus didn't take the slightest bit of coldness seriously.

A small storm gathered around him.

Horus looked at the rolling sand and thought silently.

The war with Belia IV made him see many things clearly.

This battle undoubtedly ended with a great victory for the Human Empire.

But Horus did not lose out, he also got what he wanted.

However, the demons under the Chaos Gods suffered heavy casualties. In the short term, it might be difficult for him to reassemble such a large army to buy time for himself.

The imperial army led by Dukel was extremely powerful. The demons were routed and crushed easily and ruthlessly.

In Dukel, Horus saw the brave side of the Emperor.

The demon is the most powerful card in Horus's hand, but this card has now lost its effectiveness.

This made him feel helpless.

Suddenly, Horus tilted his head and pretended to listen, as if he had received some information.

Then he took a step forward and quickly came to Sotaan, a temple that had recently been built.

In the hall, a golden giant had been waiting there for a long time.

"Lorca, have you really found an ally for us?" Horus paused for a moment before continuing to ask,
"Do they really have enough power to fight against Duker?"

"Of course." Luo Jia answered him with his chin slightly raised, appearing confident, "Follow me, brother."

A portal that had been built long ago lit up at this moment.

The two Primarchs stepped in one after another, and things in Horus' eyes changed. After a brief dizziness caused by the transmission, they stepped on a sand dune.

"We can find an ancient lost entity here. Their power is unquestionable, and I am sure they will be interested in helping us."

Lorca and Horus walked side by side on the yellow sand, and he explained to each other as they walked.

As he finished speaking, the sand dunes suddenly shook, and a group of humanoid creatures walked out from under the ground buried by the yellow sand.

In their hands were held Gauss ray guns that emitted a faint green light.
"Drop your weapons before we open fire."

Horus looked in the direction of the dull mechanical sound, but to his surprise, it was a human face.

The other person's face looked no different from that of a human, but after careful observation, he discovered that there seemed to be invisible arcs flashing in the other person's eyes.

Horus couldn't be sure for a moment whether these guys were humans or mechanical creations, or both.

"Intruders, you are sentenced to death." These people surrounded the two primarchs.

"Lorca, is this the ally you mentioned?" Horus ignored them and turned his head away. "A group of aliens?"

Luo Jia opened his mouth, but didn't wait for his answer.

"F**K, Y..." A burst of curses sounded first, "You lowly fool, how dare you assume our race!"

The other party appeared extremely angry, gesticulating all over the place, but if one listened carefully, one could clearly detect that there was no biological emotion in his voice.

The other party stared at Horus' face closely, spewing insults in a mixture of galactic dialect and slang.

But suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of information in the other person's eyes, and the insults stopped abruptly.

"I recognize you, intruder." The man continued, "Son of betrayal, you have betrayed the glory of His Majesty, extinguished the hope of the empire, and made the shared ideals of mankind come to nothing. Your crimes are as numerous as the stars, and you deserve to be sentenced to death!"

The man loudly accused Horus of the crimes he had committed ten thousand years ago.

But suddenly, because his movements were too large, half of his face drooped.

Although in the next moment, this half of the face skin was pasted back.

But Horus still saw the true appearance behind the mask - it was a steel skeleton shaped like a skull.

This man was still accusing Horus of his sins.

Each charge was made from a human perspective, and the other party's words were passionate, as if he were truly a loyal hero of the Human Empire.

So here comes the question. If you are a human being, then what am I?
Frankly speaking, he had heard such accusations many times, but he had never been as speechless as he was at this moment.

The other party's insults not only did not bring any anger to Horus, but instead made him feel a little funny.

He turned his gaze towards Luo Jia who was beside him.

Horus is not opposed to forming an alliance with alien races. In the past, he even imagined the coexistence of multiple races and made efforts to achieve this.

His tolerance for alien races even made Sanguinius think he was too extreme.

But no matter how tolerant he is to alien races,

You can't find a group of mentally ill aliens as allies.

Luo Jia shook his head slightly, then took a step forward and said, "We come here with good intentions, asking for an alliance to fight against our common enemy. I believe the master of the dynasty will be happy to listen to us, so don't stop us, soldier."

"You are also a sinner." The man directed his words of rebuke at Luo Jia, "The words of a traitor are meaningless. There is no betrayal so small that it can be tolerated!"

After saying this, the man raised the Gauss ray gun in his hand, and a faint green light flashed.

But Horus's burst out at an even faster speed at this moment. The treasures unearthed from the intersection made his power and speed even more unpredictable.

Pressing the activation rune of the warhammer in your hand, a dark blue power field lingers on the surface of the weapon.

The spike on the hammer head is larger than the man's head.

With just a casual swing, a sharp wind sound erupted in the air.

With a loud bang, the man was knocked flying with his head raised, the skin on his face was completely torn apart, and silvery-white active metal fragments flew everywhere.

The light in the man's eyes quickly disappeared, and the energy circuit had obviously been destroyed.

Another Immortal's gauss weapon fired a pulse of green energy, but Horus dodged it effortlessly.

The Gaussian pulse hit a boulder, leaving a perfectly circular hole on it in an instant. A hissing sound came from the edge of the hole.

The power of the enemy's weapon made Horus frown slightly, but in the next moment, he rushed forward.

When the opponent's weapon was charging, he smashed it with a hammer, smashing the opponent's active metal skull.

The remaining Necrons who tried to besiege Horus were easily knocked to the ground by the Primarch.

Huge war hammers were placed on top of their active metal heads, and they would smash down without hesitation at the slightest sign of movement.

Just at this moment, three space undeads that looked completely different appeared here.

Their mechanical bodies were masterpieces of artistic craftsmanship. Even Horus could not help but marvel at the excellence of these masterpieces.

They no longer looked like skeletons, but rather they looked as if there was flesh and blood inside their metal bodies.

There was an impeccable energy in every movement, and the clothes were simple yet incredibly elegant.

Holding a spear, he exudes a natural sense of nobility and pride.

"Stop your stupid behavior."

One of the three Undeads made a sound and tapped the ground with the spear in his hand, and a magical technological force field spread.

"Our affairs have nothing to do with you. We are not your vassals. Do the Three Sacred Guards want to interfere in this?"

The Necrons, still fighting Horus, spoke in response.

"We are not trying to stop you from taking any actions to retaliate against this person. It is just that this person is indispensable to my Lord. According to predictions, my Lord is facing an unprecedented threat. If no measures are taken, millions of stars will turn to ashes and everything will be gone."

They communicated with each other in a way that was difficult for humans to understand, and the thought matrix jumped millions of times in one ten-thousandth of a second.

Eventually, the Necrons besieging Horus laid down their weapons and surrendered.

The Triumvirate was right.

"You are lucky." As he spoke, a faint green halo appeared behind him.

These Necrons looked at Horus deeply, as if they wanted to remember his face forever, and then walked into the aperture.

The strange aperture closed and they disappeared.

"I am the Grand Justice of the Triumvirate, and I am here to ensure your cooperation. Which of you two will be the leader?"

A member of the Triarch Guard spoke up.

Lorca turned his gaze to Horus beside him.

He knew that the proud warlord would not put him below his own status.

If I stand up at this moment, the relationship between them will definitely deteriorate.

"He is the leader." Lorgar pointed at Horus and said.

Horus said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

"We come with friendship, but you are rude." Horus said.

"The previous conflict was just a mistake. We did not expect you to suddenly appear on this land." The Grand Justice explained.

Horus frowned slightly, but for the sake of long-term plans, he suppressed his anger and did not pursue the matter any further.

"In that case, let us put aside our differences. I need to talk to your lord and discuss the conclusion of the alliance."

"We have the authority to sign a covenant with you on behalf of the Three Holy Council. You can make your request to me."

When the Necromancer said this, the atmosphere in the field suddenly froze.

The arrogance and disrespect shown by the Necrons completely ignited the suppressed anger in Horus' heart.

A raging fire of rage burned across his tall body as he looked at the members of the Triarch Guard.

"We come here with friendship. This is not to beg you, but we have a common enemy. You can continue to be arrogant. I will turn around and leave. I will wait for my brothers to kill me, and then trample you self-proclaimed noble alien races under my feet. Then you will regret your arrogance today."

Horus's angry voice evolved into almost tangible thunder, and dark lightning echoed over the empty desert.

"Let them come over and face me."

A message appeared on the Grand Judicial's comm system, sent by the great Silent King, the nominal supreme ruler of the Necrons.

"Your request is granted. You will speak directly with the last and greatest of the Silent Kings. You will be humbled by his greatness."

The Grand Chancellor spoke in a mechanical voice.

The Necrons' arrogance once again angered Horus, but for the sake of a greater goal, he once again forced himself to remain calm.

But he swore that if he could successfully stop Dukel and change the fate of the Last Days, the Necrons would be his next enemy.

Horus vowed to make these self-proclaimed ancient alien races pay the price and let them know that the galaxy no longer belonged to their world.

The stars belong to mankind, the glory belongs to the empire, in the brilliant golden age, these ancients are destined to be buried in the mud.

(End of this chapter)