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Chapter 705: Dream of the Horus Heresy

"But are you sure you want to participate?"

Mark confirmed with Star-Lord again, "The other two academies may not agree to your joining."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. And don't forget, I'm a wizard too."

As he spoke, Star-Lord used the energy of the gods to condense silver energy and showed it to Mark.

"I used this magic to defeat Lucifer when I was a kid."

Mark fell silent as Star-Lord brought up the matter again.

He felt a little sorry for Lucifer, who would be dragged out and whipped by Star-Lord no matter what.

"You have to be careful, Mark."

Star-Lord didn't know that Mark was complaining about him in his heart, so he lowered his voice and whispered to him, "If I participate in the competition, you, Raven, Loki, Tom, and the savior - Harry Potter, no one can match me."

"I'm the one who will put an end to you! I'll prove who is the strongest wizard on the farm! And who is the child that Daddy should be most proud of!"

"I am the night, I am vengeance, I am Star-Lord!"

Watching Star-Lord say the above words in a hoarse voice, Mark's expression became complicated.

Mark was silent for two seconds, then asked him, "Are you imitating Batman's speech?"

"what?"

"No, that's the way I talk, that's how my voice sounds when I'm excited, it's sexy, isn't it?"

Mark shook his head and told him, "Batman might be sexy, but you're not."

"You know nothing about me or Batman."

Star-Lord feels that his brother is a little bit unkind.

Not intending to continue with the other party, he turned and left.

"Just wait, Mark. I will teach you and Raven a lesson with magic, and win the Triwizard Tournament in the process."

Star-Lord said as he stroked the non-existent beard on his chin, lost in thought.

Should I hire a magician to be my partner?

For example, inviting Wanda from the Marvel world?

Otherwise, he was worried that Riven and the other three would join forces to fight against him for the honor of the school, which would be troublesome.

night.

After Horus had eaten his fill, he went into his room, lay down on his bed and fell asleep.

After his consciousness entered the dream world, Horus found himself in a violent battle.

As his power claws tore open the last energy barrier, the fishy wind from the warp, wrapped in sulfur, poured into his breathing grid.

He heard the blood clots in the lining of his armor breaking apart, just like the skulls he had crushed.

"For the Emperor!"

The roar of the commander of the imperial guards came piercingly along with the buzzing sound of the decomposing force field.

The sparks that erupted when the power axe struck Horus' shoulder armor lit up the entire square.

Horus saw the other's blood-stained pupils in the lightning, in which his own changed face was reflected: the originally handsome face was now covered with throbbing blood vessels, and his left eye had turned into a surging vortex of lava.

"You should have shared the honor with me, Constantine."

The sound of Horus was like two furnaces gnawing at each other.

His power claws instantly burst out with purple-black arcs, and the sharp blade suddenly extended into a ten-meter-long energy beam, nailing the commander of the Imperial Guards to the base of the Emperor's statue.

The emperor's face carved out of marble is melting.

Horus watched as the commander of the Custodes twitched at the tip of his claws, his shattered organs sliding down the energy stream.

The sound of tracks rolling over bones could be heard from all around the square.

As Horus turned, his tattered scarlet cloak rustled in the wind.

In his sight, he saw three Contemptor Dreadnoughts stepping out from the burning ruins, their multi-barreled melta cannons already charged to the critical point.

"Pathetic puppet."

Horus raised his bloody claws, and the warp storm condensed into a dark sphere at his fingertips.

When the molten beam was about to hit, the sphere suddenly expanded into a singularity that swallowed the light, and the air in the entire area began to flow backwards.

With a loud "boom", a deafening explosion sounded.

He heard the pilots screaming in the iron coffins - their mechas were being penetrated in reverse by the energy they had emitted.

In the exploding fire cloud, Horus suddenly staggered.

"No, not enough"

He tore open the pipes at the neck of the power armor, allowing the chaos energy to flow directly into the modified superhuman physique.

When the first missile struck him in the back, Horus was transforming - his spine bursting through his skin and growing into demonic bone spurs, his shoulder armor fused with his flesh into a living armor of flowing metal.

The tiles of the square turned to dust as he roared.

Horus leaped upwards suddenly, and when he landed on top of the Titan-class mecha, the entire outer armor of the iron giant melted like wax.

"boom!"

As the head of the last resister exploded in his palm, Horus heard his own real heartbeat - four completely different rhythms tearing at his chest.

"Father."

He murmured to the mutilated bodies of the imperial guards scattered all over the ground.

"No! Dad!"

Little Horus suddenly woke up from his sleep, gasping for breath. Wiping off the fine sweat oozing from his head, he staggered off the bed.

The extremely realistic dream before made his heart still beat wildly.

Is that you?
Or is that my future self?

The man whose left half of the face remained normal, whose long gray-gold hair was burned into burning catkins by the aftermath of the energy, whose skin on the right half of the face had been carbonized into black, and whose eyeballs were embedded in cracked eye sockets, was he himself?

I actually lost my mind and was invaded by the evil god of the subspace and became a traitor!
And he actually launched a rebellion against the Emperor!

Horus shuddered as he recalled the emotions during the battle when he was consumed by the desire for battle and revenge.

But at the same time, he felt that his strength seemed to have increased a little, and he had some experience in fighting skills.

"No, that's not the case."

Unclenching his clenched fists, Horus murmured softly: "This is not me, this is just me in another parallel world, parallel universe."

Horus kept searching for reasons to comfort himself in his heart.

After a while, he raised his head and cast his gaze into the dark night outside.

After gazing at the night sky for a while, he opened the door and prepared to go outside to breathe some fresh air and look at the starry sky.

He has always loved looking up at the stars in the night sky.

With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open and Horus walked into the corridor.

Go downstairs, open the door to the living room and enter the porch outside.

Holding on to the porch railing with his little hands, he gazed at the stars above his head and felt himself begin to calm down.

"It's a nice night."

Peter's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Little Horus turned around in surprise when he heard Peter's voice.

"Emperor Dad?!"

The corner of Peter's mouth twitched, and then he walked over to him as if nothing had happened.

"You look like you're having a nightmare, Horus. There are beads of sweat on your forehead."

"Yes, yes, Dad."

Horus said uneasily: "I dreamed that I was fighting, but the target of the fight was the Emperor. I don't know why. It was a nightmare."

The memories of the Primarch have been awakened in little Horus, and he is gradually beginning to understand the Emperor.

He even began to wonder whether his body was related to the emperor of that world.

Otherwise, why would I dream about these scenes?

"Sometimes, nightmares aren't all bad."

Peter shook his head and said to little Horus: "The good thing about having a nightmare is that when you wake up you find that life is not so bad."

He placed his hand on little Horus' shoulder and said, "You don't have to take nightmares as the source of your troubles. They are not you, or your future."

"Then Emperor Dad, do you think I will become a bad person?"

Little Horus raised his head and asked Peter.

Peter was stunned for a moment, then said to him: "No, of course I don't believe it, because no one can decide your future. I will not doubt you just because of a dream. You are my son, my warmaster, and we will have the dark forces of the entire universe to fight against in the future."

Peter has always been sympathetic towards Horus during the Horus Heresy.

He didn't think it was entirely Horus' fault.

The gentle and noble Horus was turned into a mad puppet by the Four Gods, and it was not his own will from beginning to end.

I watched with my own eyes as I faced off against my father with swords, watched as the results of my father and brothers' years of expedition came to naught, and watched as the bright future of mankind was reduced to endless darkness.

That was unspeakable pain for him.

After a moment's silence, Peter used the power of the ruby ​​in his right hand to project a book he liked from the dream world.

"What is this? Emperor Dad."

Little Horus was immersed in Peter's words about fighting the darkness together with him. When he saw Peter projecting a book, his face was full of surprise.

"This is a book about constellations. I like it very much. I'm giving it to you. Dad hopes you can learn some knowledge about constellations."

"A book about constellations?"

Little Horus took the book in surprise, "This is the first gift you, the Emperor, gave me!"

Opening the book, little Horus excitedly flipped through a few pages and finished reading it as quickly as possible.

"Emperor Father, I have finished reading."

Peter: "."

Is this the legendary instant reading?

After coughing, Peter asked him, "Which zodiac sign do you like?"

"Uh I don't know."

Little Horus scratched his head and looked at the starry sky.

"I only remember the names of the constellations, their shapes, connections, and structures, but if I had to name one, I couldn't be sure."

Peter nodded and said, "Constellations are an old and unreliable astronomical concept. Now, people have begun to draw more detailed maps of the universe, but people still like them."

"There are twenty constellations in the sky. Perhaps one day, twenty children like you will appear on earth, and each child will represent the personality and ideas of a constellation."

Little Horus held the book and asked Peter, "Emperor Dad, which constellation do you like?"

(End of this chapter)