Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The Blood God cut the threads that controlled Skarbrand and waited for the day when it would be resurrected.

In the eyes of Kabanha's worshippers, the Blood God lifted up Skarbrand's body and displayed it as if it were a trophy, looking at the shadows of the other three gods.

Then, let Kabanha leave.

The Blood God himself sat on the brass throne and endured the pain of the torture instruments unique to the Warp.

Even the Prince of Pleasure would be horrified by this pain, but the Blood God didn't care.

The Blood God knew that the Great Crusade He had launched would end in failure, and that He would sit on the Brass Throne forever.

"What could have happened?"

Kabanha stared at the shriveled body of the Blood God on the brass throne, his heart filled with confusion and sadness.

Once upon a time, the Blood God was so powerful and glorious, but now he has ended up like this. All his glory and loyalty disappeared with the Blood God's failure.

The once glorious Brass Age was also forced to come to an end.

Looking back at that time, countless skulls piled up like mountains and countless blood flowed like seas in the warp. That was the glory and splendor of the Bronze Age.

But now, all of this has become a thing of the past and no longer exists.

Kabanha was trapped in the glory of the past and couldn't extricate himself.

It often longs to return to that era and feel the glory and power. It longs to restore the Bronze Age of the Warp and let that glory shine upon the entire universe once again.

However, Kabanha also understood that such an era was ultimately just an illusion for the Blood God and for it.

The Blood God was blinded by the huge profits, and Skarbrand was also planted with the seeds of slavery by the Ruler. Ultimately, in this eternal game, there are no permanent winners, only constant sacrifice and betrayal.

Cabanha knew he could not change or erase the pain of the past, nor could he prevent the changes of the future.

I can only bear this loss and sorrow silently and move on.

Perhaps, just maybe, someday in the future, it will find a new way, a way to transcend the Brass Age and make honor and loyalty shine again.

Let this half-dead Khorne domain, which is like a rotten wood, come back to life.

But before that, it can only continue to pursue that unattainable dream on this desolate battlefield.

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Chapter 88 Welcoming the Returning Primarch

Horus stood at the head of the welcoming team, his face as stern as a sculpture, his eyes deep and expressionless, an expression that kept people at a distance.

Beside him, Huile stood like a soldier, while Aurora looked at him curiously, her eyes flashing with the desire to explore her new brother, in stark contrast to Horus and Huile.

Behind Horus stood Space Marines, most of whom belonged to the Wolf Order.

Although they wore uniform battle armour, their behaviour irritated the Primarchs.

These Wolf Regiment Space Marines had no rules or discipline at all. Even in this solemn and sacred ceremony of welcoming the Primarch, their eyes were still wandering around, as if they were full of curiosity and disdain for everything around them.

Horus felt deeply disgusted by the frivolity and unruliness of these Space Marines. He knew that such behavior was unforgivable in the face of the order and glory of the Empire.

However, he did not show any dissatisfaction, but just stood there silently, waiting for the arrival of the newly returned brother.

After all, Horus' mood was like the sky before a storm, heavy and complicated.

He had always done his utmost to win the approval and love of the Emperor, his father, and his lofty and elusive mother.

Every day, when the first ray of morning light penetrates the clouds, he is already standing beside his father, absorbing the wisdom and strength from the king, afraid of missing any details, every minute and every second is precious as gold.

He was even more cautious towards his mother and the Regent of the Empire, paying his respects every day. Even though those tedious political issues were like incomprehensible books to him, he was willing to force himself to understand and remember them just for a smile from his mother. However, his level of learning was not even as good as Abaddon's.

But despite its minimal success, Horus's clumsy efforts were a true reflection of his desire for maternal love.

At night, when the stars dotted the sky, he would always take time to look up at the stars with his outstanding and beautiful sisters. That was the only warmth and tranquility he could find in this strange and magnificent imperial palace.

On his home planet, such scenes would be a luxury, but here, they became a comfort to his soul.

However, everything that happened today was like a bolt from the blue, causing his world to collapse in an instant.

One of his brothers, the one who was once thought to be lost or dead, unexpectedly returned in a glorious manner, not only ruling the home planet where he landed, but also bringing with him a power and wisdom that could not be ignored.

This brother's excellence, like a mirror, reflected Horus' inner fragility and insecurity. After all, he had never ruled his home planet, and Horus did not want to dwell on his past, a past that belonged to a scoundrel.

"Why brothers? Why younger brother and not younger sister?"

This thought circled repeatedly in Horus' mind, like a sharp blade, cutting his already sensitive heart.

The brother's return will inevitably distract his parents' already limited attention and love, and may even take away his sisters' dependence and closeness to him.

He was no longer the only son of the Emperor and the Regent, no longer the highly regarded figure in the Empire.

This fear of being replaced devoured his heart like a black hole, making him feel unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

He began to doubt his own worth and even began to worry about his position in the empire.

But Horus looked around and saw the American Regent and went to the future.

"Where's mother?"

Horus asked, with a barely perceptible hint of anxiety and anticipation in his voice, his eyes searching around for the familiar and majestic figure.

"Yes, where is mother?" Aurora echoed.

Hui Le, at this moment, was answering in a calm and firm tone: "Mother doesn't like such scenes, so she sent the three of us to greet our brothers."

Hearing this, Horus nodded slightly, and the anxiety in his heart calmed down a little. He knew his mother's personality and preferences very well, and this kind of occasion was indeed not what she liked.

However, he felt a bit of regret and schadenfreude towards his returning brother for his mother's absence. After all, at such an important moment, he had hoped that his mother could be there in person to witness his reunion with his blood relatives.

Aurora seemed a little excited. She was full of curiosity and anticipation about her newly returned brother.

In her eyes, every brother is a new gift that will bring her endless joy and companionship.

Hui Le stood quietly aside, his eyes showing a complicated expression. He was deeply looking forward to his brother's return, but also worried and thinking about the unpredictable future. And in this intertwined mood of expectation and worry, there was also an imperceptible fear hidden.

A few years ago, when Leila was studying the subject of Space Marines alone, Hui Le learned a disturbing news - those Space Marines belonging to the Wolf Regiment had a natural restraint on other Astartes Legions.

This news was like a shadow that quietly shrouded the hearts of all 11 Primarchs, making them indescribably wary of their newly returned brothers.

And now, all the eleven Primarchs unanimously speculated that this newly returned brother was the Emperor's hidden executioner, the Hand of the Emperor, and that his arrival was to eliminate those Primarchs who did not obey the Emperor's orders and went against his wishes.

This speculation was like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of every Primarch and making Hui Le even more wary of this unknown brother.

"At the beginning, it would have been enough to just call us and treat us as tools, but he had to call the Primarchs sons and daughters, and even plotted in secret. Sometimes I have to say that this Emperor, as a biological father, is really disgusting." Hui Le secretly complained in his heart. The Primarch could not understand why the Emperor was so cold-blooded and treated his descendants as pawns that could be discarded at will.

"Macro...Macro"

Horus's thoughts were interrupted by a roar from afar, and a huge interstellar spaceship slowly landed in the welcoming square.

Horus' heartbeat accelerated, his eyes fixed on the spaceship.

PS: The Wolf King's Legion had the worst discipline among all the legions in the early 30K. After the Wolf King returned, he even needed military police to manage the legion.

Moreover, there were no outstanding figures in the Wolf King's Legion in the 30k period, and there were no outstanding figures like Sigismund and Hill.

The Wolf King's Legion has a natural restraint on other legions. As vaguely mentioned in 30k, the Second Legion and the Eleventh Legion were eliminated by the Wolf King.

There was also the Space Wolves vs. Grey Knights campaign in 40k.

Chapter 89 Drinking Blood Wine Together

The current Horus will not drool when he sees an enemy.

Did you really conquer his home planet?

Amidst the solemn welcoming atmosphere, suddenly, a Leman Russ, the newly returned Sixth Primarch, broke the original tranquility.

He let out a deafening wolf howl. The howl was a call of wildness, instantly awakening the instincts of the surrounding wild wolf army. They also let out bursts of wolf howls, and the entire welcoming scene was enveloped by wolf howls.

Leman Russ actually did not want to do this, and he also knew that in the absence of the All-Father (the Emperor), his actions might seem a bit abrupt and inappropriate.

But who made him face Horus's hostile eyes and Huile's eyes full of fear and dread as soon as he got off the plane? He had no choice but to use this method to break the deadlock, liven up the atmosphere and lower their vigilance.

However, when Horus and Huile saw their wolf brother "performing" in this way, their expressions became very complicated.

They felt that this newly returned brother seemed completely different from what they had imagined, and that feeling of being a blood brother to the Primarch became more subtle and elusive.

Aurora, by contrast, appears more cheerful and curious.

She clapped repeatedly, praising Leman Russ's howl. "Great, great! The voice is loud and powerful. Every member of the Wolf Pack is also very elegant, just like their Primarch. They are truly worthy of being father's powerful army!"

There was a hint of sincerity and praise in Aurora's words. She tried to use this method to ease the awkward atmosphere on the scene. She was really afraid that Leman Russ would become the laughing stock of the empire from today on!

As Aurora finished her praise, the imperial officials nearby also applauded, and other primarchs also joined in the praise.

At this moment, Leman Russ felt that his roar was indeed worth it. At least it successfully broke the hostility between blood relatives. His sister Aurora even came to his aid in time, making this perhaps slightly abrupt move possible for him.

In the following time, the welcoming ceremony continued, but the atmosphere had become more relaxed and harmonious because of Leman Russ's roar.

Aurora held her wolf king brother Leman Russ, a friendly smile on her face, as if she had completely forgotten the tense atmosphere before.

She said in a lighthearted tone, "How novel! Horus is also Rus, and you are also Rus. Could it be that our next returning brother is also named Rus?"

There was a hint of teasing and humor in the Primarch's words, trying to ease any tension that might exist.

"Who knows? But maybe. After all, the galaxy is so big. More Russ means more paths." Leman Russ shrugged. As his tall body shrugged, the huge wolf skin on his body shook, as if adding a bit of strength and wildness to his words.

This statement not only responded to Aurora's teasing, but also revealed Leman Russ's calmness and anticipation for the unknown. He knew that in the vast galaxy, there were countless possibilities and miracles, and every new Russ could bring new strength and hope to their family.

Horus, following behind Leman Russ, stared at the wolf skin on his body, with envy and desire in his eyes.

He has always wanted a wolf skin full of wildness and strength to show his glory and identity as the Lord of the Silver Moon Wolf and the Wolf Shepherd God.

However, he did not show too much emotion at this moment, but silently followed Leman Russ to his mother's palace.

Soon, they arrived at their mother's palace.

Before entering the palace, Leman Russ and Horus both tidied up their appearance to ensure that they could face their mother in the best condition.

When they entered the palace gate, they were greeted by their mother's kind yet majestic gaze. She seemed to have seen through their inner thoughts and emotions, and said in a gentle tone:

"My children, welcome back. No matter what you have experienced outside, this will always be your home."

The Mother of the Primarchs killed the Primarchs' stubbornness with just one sentence, causing their perfect faces to reveal expectant eyes.

"Sit down." The Imperial Regent, in her steady and powerful voice, gestured for the heirs to sit down. The Emperor had already taken the seat of honor, but at the Imperial Regent's slight turn of his head, the Emperor stood up and vacated the honored seat for the Regent.

The Emperor and Horus sat next to each other, while Leman Russ, following his mother's gaze, took the seat between the Emperor and the Regent.

Huile and Aurora sat on the other side of the regent. The huge table was filled with a sumptuous banquet. The various dishes were dazzling and mouth-watering.

Finally, the maid brought out a pot of wine.

However, for the Primarch, the wine jug was too small, and even an ordinary mortal would quickly empty it after just one or two sips.

The Primarchs turned their heads to look for more wine jugs, but found only this small jug of wine in front of them.

"Mother, who can drink this small pot of wine? Even if one pot is enough for each person, it's not enough."

Leman Russ couldn't help but speak, after all, he used to drink mead like water on his mother's body.

"Don't worry, Riemann."

The Imperial Regent said with a smile, and then signaled the maid beside her to pour wine for her.

The blood-red wine slowly poured out from the jug, and the rich aroma of the wine instantly filled the entire banquet hall, making everyone present seem to see the fragrance of war and the roar of war drums.

Afterwards, the regent signaled the maid to pour wine for the other primarchs one by one.

Everyone knew the value of this wine, and they all took the glass carefully, savoring this rare wine.

"This wine is brewed from the blood of one of the most powerful beings in the world, a self-proclaimed god."

The Imperial Regent spoke slowly, a hint of emotion in her voice, "So not much is brewed, but every drop contains endless power."

After saying that, she slowly raised her glass and savored the wine.

At that moment, she seemed to feel the impulse of war sliding down her esophagus and flowing into her limbs.

It was an indescribable joy and satisfaction, as if all the fatigue and worries disappeared at this moment.

The other Primarchs also raised their glasses and savored this rare wine together.

PS: Horus was indeed very envious of Leman Russ for owning a good wolf skin. The wolf skin on his own armor was very worn out, but he could not find a replacement wolf skin.

In short, no matter what you ask for, we will accept it all. Let’s have some.

Chapter 90 Asking for leave

I'm taking a day off today. I can't come back if something happens.

But I still need to ask for leave and ask my brothers to give me two tickets!