Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 77 Horus Who is the Patriarch?
Rebellious ministers are truly hateful. They do not believe in the emperor but in chaos.

The three judges will try Silas and must eliminate the evil conspiracy!
The Hercules Fenr.

just now.

In the spacious hall, tall wolf-head pillars stand majestically, dividing the hall space into five equal parts.

There are stepped seats on the left and right sides and at the bottom. The backbones of the Space Wolves, Fearless Vanguards and Luna Wolves will serve as the jury and sit in three positions respectively.

On the majestic and sacred platform above are three giant chairs made of shining metal and exquisite brocade. They are the thrones reserved for the three primarchs.

In the middle, the widest area, stood three extremely large alien mechas with the most hideous and terrifying appearance.

These three mechas were mechanical monsters that were imitated from the Redemption Mechas of the Battle Sisters in memory during the civil war between the Primarch and Horus in his spare time, combining his limited knowledge of Warhammer with his memory, and they have similar functions.

This large bipedal mecha is one of the harshest punishments imaginable in the Empire.

Multiple cables and chemical injectors were implanted into the heretic's spine and connected to the war machine.

When there is no fighting, chemical injectors inject feelings of guilt and pain into the minds of heretics to remind them of their sins.

The pilot's desperate need for forgiveness, and death as the only way to obtain it, drives the Redemption Mech to rush towards the enemy regardless of danger.

dong dong——

The majestic bell of judgment rang out, and three tall Primarchs walked slowly up to the platform from the side corridor. The Astartes seated below cast their reverent gazes at the three Primarchs.

The three primarchs took their seats, with the archangel in red armor sitting in the middle seat. He was the chief judge.

Galen, in slate-gray armor, sat on the angel's left, and Horus, in platinum-gold armor, sat on the right.

As the three primarchs sat down majestically, three psykers wearing magic-suppressing shackles were escorted in by soldiers.

They are Silas of the Fearless Vanguard, Campbell and Glade of the Luna Wolves.

"Campbell, Glade, you two are both extraordinary descendants that I am proud of. It's not your fault that things have come to this point. It's my fault that I didn't fulfill my responsibilities."

Horus' tone was full of self-blame. He did not blame the two of them, but took everything on his own shoulders.

"I don't know, my Lord, please trust us."

"We are your loyal descendants. How could we possibly betray you and the Legion?"

The two of them shouted towards the platform with tears in their eyes.

"Horus, since you admit that it's all your fault, you should enter the Atonement Mech to atone for the sins of these two ignorant offspring!"

Galen said bluntly.

These words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Shadow Moon Wolves warriors present. They gritted their teeth and stared at the guy on the podium who was trying to harm the Father of Genes.

Ignoring the hateful looks from the audience, Galen clung to Horus' words, "What? Or are you just putting on a show? Are you done with your words? How can you be a commander if your words don't match your actions?"

"Horus, as the commander of the legion, you must keep your word. You can take the atonement mecha in their place."

Good Sanguinius had spoken, and the courtroom suddenly fell silent.

"it is good!"

Horus stood up calmly and walked towards the Atonement Mech.

"My lord!"

"No way!"

Campbell and Glade were both moved. They didn't expect that the Primarch would go to such lengths for them.

Galen followed Horus and hung him in front of the Atonement Mech with his own hands, like the suffering Jesus.

The moment the machine started, a large amount of chemicals flowed into Horus' spine through the transparent tubes, and a tragic wail suddenly rang out in the Judgment Hall.

"My lord!"

The two of them huddled on the ground, hot tears bursting out of their eyes.

Galen felt that this was not enough, so he took out an old leather whip soaked in oil and whipped Horus hard on his body.

"The first whip is for your son's undisciplined conduct!" Snap!
"The second whip is for you to stir up infighting between the two legions!"

Snapped--!
"The third whip, I'll beat you, you perverted father!"

As soon as Garen finished speaking, Horus, who was hanging on the Atonement Mech and wailing in pain due to torture, immediately widened his eyes, glared at Garen from an angle that the two of them could not notice, and preached in a low and suppressed voice.

"What are you talking about!"

Galen ignored his feeble rebuttal and whipped Horus on his bald head, leaving a bright red mark.

He said confidently.

"Don't think I don't know, you pervert with a father complex, because Russ's appearance has diverted some of the Emperor's attention from you, so you hate him!"

He used his legs to leap high into the air, and with the whip in his right hand he chopped down Horus's scarred body like a sharp knife.

"Know yourself, Alchemist!"

Galen cursed in a low voice, venting his inner dissatisfaction with Horus, even though this dissatisfaction only came from the warhammer in his memory.

"Damn it, this bastard is serious!"

Horus clearly understood that the bastard in front of him was clearly seeking revenge, and this time it was directed at him!
"We say, we say!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting. We were the ones who killed the Primarch!"

Horus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two men confess, but the whip, carrying the Primarch's brute force, continued to chop down without delay.

Gan! ! ! !

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Boom-!
The Primarch's massive body landed heavily on the ground, causing the floor beneath his feet to shake.

A bloody whip mark was imprinted diagonally on Horus' tough face, forming a hideous mark like a scar.

His face was burning with pain, and he stared at Garen fiercely, wishing he could come down and beat this guy up right away.

In the eyes of Campbell and Glad, Horus's eyes turned into hatred towards the Second Primarch, which was fed back to a certain evil god of the Warp.

"Tell me how you murdered the Primarch Leman Russ."

Sanguinius said.

Just as the two were about to explain, a dazzling psychic light lit up, like a slowly rising sun, restraining the two people who were about to speak.

With a burst of holy hymns, the Emperor slowly emerged from the light.

Upon seeing the Emperor himself arrive, the Astartes present all performed the Eagle Salute and swore their allegiance to the sacred Lord of Mankind.

"I already know what happened to Russ. The rest will be handled by the Imperial Guards. You two should stop messing around."

The Emperor said in a tone that brooked no argument.

"But."

Horus, still hanging on the Penitence Mech, refuted the Emperor's decision for the first time.

However, the Emperor simply glanced at him, and Horus remained silent.

But, I felt a little uneasy.

Finally, the Emperor turned his gaze to Galen and the whip in his hand that was stained with Horus' blood.

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After a while, the emperor said, "Follow me."

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