Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 291 98, Duke: Let the world write about me

"You said it was 'instigation'? Koze, this word is too cruel. We are brothers, connected by blood." Dukel said with a smile, but this smile was full of hypocrisy in the eyes of the Lord of Night.

"Guilliman and the Khan are holding off the Necrons in the Gnor System. Sanguinius and the Blood Angels are hunting down Horus in the Dark Stars, and the Lion is with them, burying secrets that should never be known. The Raven Lord is alone in the Sea of ​​Souls, alert to the great threats that may come at any time. Everyone is busy, we have so many things to deal with, so many enemies to deal with - except you, Curze, so I thought you could help me with a little work."

"I can refuse." Koz said through gritted teeth, but even he himself didn't quite believe it.

For ten thousand years, Curze has been indifferent to the rise and fall of the human empire. His former ideals have become a bubble, and he no longer wants to care about the affairs of the empire.

But after Duke returned to Terra, he did help the other party do a lot of things.

In fact, no one, whether the emperor or Duke, ever asked anything of him. They just threw him out of the palace and placed things that interested him in front of him at the right time. That was all.

"Of course you can refuse, but don't be impatient, brother, you will be interested." Duker said confidently.
"Koz, you have been deeply tortured by fate. In your opinion, what is fate?"

Hearing this question, Koz was obviously stunned.

"Go on." He said a little angrily, obviously not wanting Duker to keep him in suspense.

"Necron astrologers can deduce the direction of the future by observing the trajectories of the stars. In my opinion, destiny is the trajectory of elementary particles. With the birth of the universe, the trajectories of all elementary particles have been determined. The past, present, and future exist simultaneously, and the so-called time is just a subjective illusion of human beings. We usually think that time is flowing, but if we stand in a higher dimension, the universe we live in is just a painting that has been completed long ago."

“When this painting is laid out before us without any hidden secrets, fate can be seen clearly.”

Dukel told Coze his guess.

"So, even you think that fate cannot be changed?" Koz said in a low and hoarse voice. He rarely felt a little understood, but his tone could not tell whether it was happy or sad.

"No, this can be changed." Duker said rigorously, "Even if the same person is at the same node, he or she will make completely different choices due to his or her personal thoughts. Different choices will evolve into different time and space, just like the countless branches extending from the trunk of a tree."

"But no matter how the branches change, the main body cannot be shaken. You and I, even our father, know this very well." Koz's tone became increasingly sad.

Many Primarchs despised Curze's weakness in letting fate control him, but he tried hard to fight against it until he realized that no matter what he did, it would lead to the same result, which was the direct cause of his decadence and madness.

Dukel felt his sadness and the deep anger hidden in his heart. He patted Coze's shoulder.

"If there are invisible shackles firmly placed on each of our heads, then we must find a way to destroy it."

"Destroyed? How is this possible?" Koz suddenly raised his head and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible. Maybe even this universe is just a dream in our minds." Dukel looked at the wall beside him, and Koz's gaze was also attracted there.

Then, in front of them, the hard bricks and stones on the palace walls began to flow like water.

Pictures after pictures appeared on the water-like wall: the Emperor, the Primarch, the heroes of mankind, and the Imperials who were struggling to survive in the dark ages of ignorance.

Koz looked at these images in shock. He realized that what he saw was not an illusory illusion, but the result of a real change in the structure of the wall.

The picture is still flowing, familiar faces are clearly visible, and the unyielding roars seem to be right next to my ears.

Until Duke placed his palm on the wall, everything quickly calmed down and the wall returned to its original appearance.

"If the world has already been written, now it's time for the world to write about me!"

Koz was stunned. He looked at the proud and arrogant smile on Duke's face, and then he slowly exhaled.

"Duke, your words are more deceptive than the devil's."

"So, are you going to do this or not?" Dukel turned his head and looked down at his brother who was slightly shorter than him with his tall body.

"Do it!" Koz gritted his teeth, "How should I act?"

"Take the fleet I have prepared for you and go collect the fragments of the Star God for me. The Star God is the embodiment of the laws of the material world. If you want to break the fate of the stars, their power is indispensable."

"Okay, but before I leave, I request to meet the Emperor," said Curze.

"I'm not here to stop you." Dukel turned aside to make way for Dorn and Curze to the throne room.
"I came here just to see my brothers whom I haven't seen for a long time and renew our blood ties."

As he spoke, Dukel held his chest with both hands, as if he was extremely saddened by the misunderstanding of the two Primarchs.

Curze, Dorn: "."

The two Primarchs were not good at speaking, and now they were choked by Dukel's exaggerated acting skills and were speechless.

"But I have reminded you that his will is not in the palace right now. You may have to wait in the throne room for a few days."

"He's really not here? Isn't this just an excuse you give to Dorn?" Koz asked in surprise.

"of course."

Dukel spread his hands to Dorn, who was also looking at him, signaling him not to listen to Curze's nonsense.

Dorn nodded as if he understood something.

On the other side, among the dark stars of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Horus walked slowly, counting numbers silently in his mind.

"One, two, three" Not far from him, a sulfur-like yellow-green light flickered intermittently, like a weak heartbeat.

This is one of Fabius's experimental bases.

Those dark thinkers are flickering and calculating.

Countless nutrient tanks were placed in the makeshift, crude laboratory.

"Four, five." Horus didn't really want to count, but his lips moved involuntarily.

His steps were uncontrolled and he walked on the planned path. Only in this way could his overactive nerves get a brief calm.

Numbers have magical powers. Anyone who understands the existence of the subspace knows that every number has a unique meaning and even has its own owner.

"six"

Horus felt a little palpitated, as if something was calling him, looking for him in the deserted and bizarre sea of ​​souls. This feeling could not be described as good, but it was not bad either.

But it makes people worried and difficult to calm down.

During this period, he always had some hallucinations in front of his eyes. But since he no longer trusted his friends, he did not share his vulnerability with anyone.

"Seven." This is a bloated number, representing the end of one stage and the beginning of another, the cycle of death and rebirth.

If this number is chanted repeatedly by a psyker, it will trigger some incomprehensible warp phenomena.

Horus continued to count, "Thirteen."

Just as he was pondering the meaning of this number, the Will of Horus was pulled into the illusion without warning.

A man stood by the fire, looking at him quietly, his eyes hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you and why did you bring me here?" Horus asked solemnly.

He stretched out his hand, trying to question the other party, but found that his armor and hammer were not with him.

The power armor that was full of scratches from the battle was gone, replaced by a gorgeous suit with a huge beast head lying on his shoulder.

Horus wanted to grab his clothes. He didn't know why his clothes suddenly became like this.

It was at this moment that he realized that his hands were also covered with a pair of gorgeous gloves.

His decoration looked very noble, and he had indeed worn this gorgeous robe before. That was the dress he wore when he was most proud of being the imperial warmaster.

"Where is this place and who are you?" Horus asked, staring at the other person fiercely.

The man beside the fire slowly raised his head, and with the help of the flickering flames, Horus saw the other person's appearance.

He was a Central Asian man with a very ordinary face. He looked a little tired, like a middle-aged man who was almost crushed by a heavy burden.

Such middle-aged people are common in the Milky Way, and they are extremely ordinary. But the other person's eyes are so deep, just like the eye holes of those bronze statues left over from the past era, with ancient wisdom left over after years of wind and frost.

"You shouldn't ask me this question, but you should ask yourself, who are you, kid?"

The man asked in a husky voice, his voice as ordinary as he was.

"Horus." Horus said. He did not say much about the gorgeous and complicated titles he had used before. Just this name could represent everything.

There were flames dancing in his eyes, as if there were flames burning in his heart.

"But Horus is dead, killed by his biological father." The man said in a low voice, with a sadness that could not be ignored.

Horus reached into the fire and grabbed a burning log.

The flames illuminated the other person, allowing him to observe him more closely.

“The boundary between life and death is not that clear. I have the memory of Horus, the faith of Horus, and even the essence of Horus. So I am Horus.”

The man's tone revealed a hint of sarcasm. "Why do you think so? By them?"

As the man's voice fell, the flames of the burning wood suddenly turned golden. The golden fire suddenly shot up, bursting out with dazzling light.

There was originally nothing around Horus, but as the flames rose, countless feathers, furs, gauze, tumors, crystals and other things appeared on his body.

These strange things all seemed to have life. They rolled on Horus' body, shrinking their bodies and roaring to avoid the light.

The flames only made these strange things appear, but did not drive them away, or rather, they were powerless to drive them away.

The man was exhausted after coming here, and he didn't have the strength to do more.

The golden flames slowly fell, and when the flames subsided, the shadow once again enveloped Horus.

Those strange creatures disappeared without a trace, and without the light of the fire, no one could find them.

"To be honest, I can't confirm whether the scene just now was an illusion you played. But even if it is real, I don't care. I want to complete the great cause I want to accomplish, to save these stars that are about to be ignited by the fire of destruction. Before this great goal is achieved, chaos is still a force that can be used."

Horus grasped the torch, and the flames burning on it could not hurt him.

"You failed once before. I thought you would learn something from that failure, but you disappointed me. You still didn't get rid of them. Why do you still think Chaos can be used? Is it because your father used them before?"

"But child, your father only used them once, but spent ten thousand years in regret."

The man standing on the fire showed a trace of disappointment and sadness.

Horus looked at the man, his tone doubtful, "Father?"

The man did not respond to Horus' words, nor did he accept the title. He just stood motionless at the fire, as if he did not hear Horus' words.

"Chaos is the enemy. I have always known this, but a more terrible destruction is about to come. I..."

"Just like the choice you made ten thousand years ago? At that time, you also thought that your father was the bigger enemy, and Chaos was a tool that you could discard after use." The man suddenly interrupted Horus.

"I" Horus showed a trace of confusion.

He wanted to move closer, but when he took a step forward, his foot hit a stone.

This small stumbling block blocked the way for the Lord of Shadow Moon Wolf.

When he finally kicked the stone away, the fire and the man in front of him had disappeared. All that was left before him was the wind, sand and the desolate Gobi Desert. Apart from that, there was nothing.

Behind the scenes, the crazy Fabius is helping him form a clone army.

This is a legion formed according to the will of Horus.

Horus had high hopes for this legion. In order to buy time for it, he even set his sights on those demons.

The Dark Eldar also suffered a sudden disaster. Horus urgently wanted to use all the power he could, so he sent people to recruit the Dark Eldar whose homes were destroyed.

Deep in the Sea of ​​Souls, there are also some alien races that believe in chaos.

Horus also recruited them, only to expand them into a powerful army.

Horus was eager to recruit soldiers and expand the power under his command during these days, just to achieve what he thought was a great goal. But after talking with the man, he returned to his room with confusion in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)