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Chapter 905 The Four Gods Collect Debts

At this point, the four Warp Gods realized they could no longer delay and prepared to reap the rewards and leave the battlefield, making the war even more brutal and insane.

Horus, who was being fed by the four gods from all sides, could not withstand it no matter how powerful he was. He was as if he was being torn into countless pieces, sometimes lucid, sometimes insane, sometimes loyal, and sometimes rebellious. Even his descendants could hardly bear to watch. After all, it was fine to rebel, but not to go crazy!

However, the Second Empire was probably the most affected. With communications and shipping routes barely restored, they finally learned that the Empire still existed and the Emperor was still alive. This news was neither good nor bad.

But that's awkward, because there are still three living imperial regents.

If the emperor knew how filial the three of them were, I wonder if he would stand up and punish them.

For the sake of the Primarch's reputation, and to avoid the Empire truly regarding them as traitors, the most important thing is to quickly clean up the mess and hide the secret.

It must be said that the dark angels are professionals in this regard. No one knows better than them how to keep secrets or hide them. Even the fallen angels who have experienced it say it's great.

For the Dark Angels, once everyone is dead, the secret is gone. So they silently picked up their bomb guns and chainsaws and began to follow the pre-prepared list.

God knows why the Dark Angels prepared such a list. It contained the names of all the middle and high-ranking officials who were deeply involved in the formation of the Second Reich. They were also insiders and witnesses, so they had to die, one death for each family.

Faced with the Dark Angels' cruel and efficient cleansing, even Guilliman, who always upheld a benevolent heart, put aside his useless pity.

Guilliman, a political savvy man, knew very well what the consequences would be if the Second Reich were to be exposed: he would either be seen as a second rebel or face the division of the empire.

Regardless of which outcome it is, the consequences will be unbearable for him. Not only will the Five Hundred Worlds be doomed, but the entire human empire may also be plunged into the abyss of civil war.

“Anyone who holds a high position in the Second Reich and knows the core secrets will be spared,” Guilliman said to his descendants who had come to inquire, unable to bear the sight any longer.

The bloody purge launched by the Dark Angels and Ultramarines has gradually spread throughout the entire Five Hundred Worlds. Those officials and generals who once fought with hope for the continuation of the empire have now become the targets of the purge. The higher their rank, the faster and more thoroughly they die.

As Saint Gilles watched those who had once fought for the same purpose fall to the sword, and as blood stained every corner of the five hundred worlds, his compassion and conscience were constantly torn apart.

However, he also knew very well that this was the best choice, and ultimately decided to go ahead to support the Empire. Little did he know that he would never return from this journey, and thus became a true Onii-chan, oops, I mean Angel-chan.

Seeing the movements of the two Primarchs, the Four Gods knew that the one had also entered the fray, and quickly acquired the pieces they had their eyes on. This was neither difficult nor evil; in fact, it was reasonable and legal.

Although the Emperor was powerful, the Warp was the domain of the Four Gods. To obtain the origin of the Warp, it was impossible to bypass the Four Gods. Therefore, the two sides reached an agreement. In other words, the Four Gods had been acting in accordance with the agreement from beginning to end, while the Emperor was the dishonest and greedy one who wanted to take it all for himself.

So, following the backup plan, the four gods completely corrupted the original entities they favored, elevating them to demonic status and turning them into their most beloved collectible figures.

Of course, there were also misjudgments, such as the Butcher's Sting mount, which made Khorne slap his forehead in disbelief.

I thought the Butcher's Nail would affect our combat effectiveness, but it turns out the Butcher's Nail is the one that's causing the battle. Where can I find the justice in this?

However, these were just appetizers. After taking what they had gained, the four gods wanted more and wanted the emperor to pay a price. Therefore, a grand closing ceremony was prepared for Horus and the emperor.

Yan Xu was fully aware of this, but he had no intention of interfering. Having the Emperor's backside welded to the golden toilet was the best outcome for everyone, including himself. In the material universe, a powerful psionicist who could run, jump, and control all the Empire's power was undoubtedly the biggest destabilizing factor. Therefore, Yan Xu had no intention of intervening. Even the two Primarchs avoided the Land of Destiny, engaging in bloody battles with the Fallen Space Marines elsewhere.

Looking at their achievements and the losses they suffered, no one can blame them.

The current emperor is not yet the god-emperor who has received the faith of billions of humans for thousands of years, nor is he the cold sun in the subspace. Therefore, under the calculations of the four gods, everything is developing according to its original destiny.

Forced to stand up, the emperor was severely weakened and had to endure the pain of his friend sacrificing his life for him. Yet, in order to salvage the situation, he still forced himself to stand before his filial son, Horus.

His once most beloved son, now the leader of a rebellion, has long since changed.

The power of the four evil gods clashed wildly within Horus's body, making him incredibly powerful, but also tearing his soul and consciousness apart. His eyes switched repeatedly between madness and lucidity, and uncontrollable drool hung from the corner of his mouth. His former glory and majesty were completely gone.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within the Emperor: anger, heartache, and a touch of helplessness. He knew all too well that Horus had long been completely consumed by Chaos, and was now nothing more than a broken puppet in the hands of the Four Gods, a pitiful creature tormented by pain and madness.

Looking at Horus, who was displaying utter madness, the Emperor seemed to hear the mocking laughter of the warp god.

Unable to contain his rage any longer, the Emperor unleashed a deafening roar into the warp, finally slaying Horus with his sword and granting him release.

The moment the Emperor's flaming sword plunged into Horus's body, the madness in his eyes finally faded, replaced by a serene relief, ending this long and painful struggle.

With Horus's fall, the rebellion that swept across the galaxy finally came to a turning point, but the Emperor's fate was also sealed.

The power of the four gods infused into Horus became the final blow that crushed the emperor.

As the strongest psychic and an immortal being, the Emperor, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, is nearly immortal. However, as mentioned before, he is currently just an Emperor, not the future God-Emperor who can suppress evil gods. This attack nearly killed him.

But that's not the worst thing. The worst thing is that, even in this state, he still has to sit on the Golden Throne and bear the heavy responsibility of closing the network and igniting the star torch.

Simply put, without him, the empire would fall apart.

Even though the Webway Project failed, the Primarch was torn apart, and the Empire was severely damaged, the Emperor did not give up. He sat on the Golden Throne, which made even the Bloodlust, who were most skilled in punishment and torture, clamor for miracles, and continued to maintain the Empire in the form of a desiccated corpse.

With all the Primarchs either betraying, disappearing, or going into a deep sleep, the Empire shifted from an efficient model of imperial rule to an inefficient model of mortal rule, officially entering the era of mortal rule.

Seeing the two Primarchs take the opportunity to retreat and move their base to Comoros, Yan Xu nodded in satisfaction.

He wasn't in a hurry. He wanted to keep the Warhammer universe in a cesspool-like state so that those three wouldn't be foolish enough to jump in headfirst. Then, he would stir it up and filter them out.

But these three are incredibly patient!
It's understandable that they wouldn't take action against the separate universes that were separated from Marvel and DC, but to deal with Warhammer, this cesspool, without first cutting it with knives and spears and then smashing it to pieces, would be a bit out of character for those three.

He could barely believe in the Victorious Fighting Buddha because he had cultivated his character. He could also accept Erlang Shen's double-dealing, but when had Erlang Shen ever been in a good mood except when facing his father?

Looking back now, there are many suspicious points in the pursuit process. The other party must have had other plans, but whether this scheme was ordained by fate or their own.
(End of this chapter)