Chapter 27 Everyone Loves Sanguinius (Please Read On)

"Not just the Warmaster."

Malcador's brows furrowed deeply.

A short sentence contains too much information.

In the Emperor's great plans, the Warmaster was the pinnacle of power within the Primarch's reach.

If it goes further up.

That leaves only one location to choose from.

But--

That position was reserved for Him alone, and Malcador did not believe that the Primarch's talents could surpass those of their father.

Unless it is, one day in the future.

Something bad happened to the Emperor.

Thinking of this, a thick haze enveloped Malcador's heart.

He received revelation through hope and from his own spiritual prophecies.

But he failed.

All these pictures are disturbed by some kind of force.

become blurry.

Even the information about a scaly claw is difficult to discern.

Just when Malcador wanted to further question the human emperor about future revelations, a discordant voice interrupted the regent's thinking.

Click!

The heavy door of the reception hall was pushed open.

A figure that was warmer than the radiance of the sun and majestic than the gods walked in.

The heavy Terminator armor collided with the marble floor.

Makes a dull sound.

The gleaming bald head sparkled in the light of the stars.

Horus——

The Emperor's first son to be retrieved from among the stars.

He is also the Primarch of the Silver Moon Wolf of the 16th Legion, a sunny and cheerful boy.

"Father!"

Horus just spoke.

He was blocked outside the observation deck by the Imperial Guards.

"Oh my God!" He suddenly shouted angrily, "What are you damn guys doing? Are you preventing the most filial son from seeing his father? Get out of my way."

Saying,

Horus ignored the gleaming spear points.

He reached forward to push these tower-like golden armored warriors away to both sides.

+Let him come over+

Echoes of the Emperor's psychic energy rippled through.

Several tribunes stepped back to make way for a passage to the viewing platform.

Horus put his hands on his hips and showed off towards the tribune (an official position in the Forbidden Army, only the most senior Forbidden Army is qualified to hold it) Diocletian stuck out his tongue and made a grimace. He wandered up to the Lord of Humanity.

"Father."

Horus said, "We are entering the Warp, somewhere. My proud warriors are ready to give their lives and loyalty to you."

+No+

The Emperor said: +We are not here for war and destruction this time, we are here to find a new Primarch+

"What!?"

Horus screamed strangely, the expression on his face seemed a bit complicated.

on the one hand.

He was sincerely happy that he could find his brother.

The return of every brother means that one or even several planets have been returned to the empire without bloodshed.

And each Primarch is in its own legion.

It also plays a vital role.

The Empire's military strength will be greatly enhanced by the return of the Primarch.

But on the other hand.

As the First Returned Son, Horus spent thirty years with the Emperor.

During this long period of time, he enjoyed the emperor's unique favor. Even for a long time, Horus believed that he was the only Primarch of the Imperium.

However, with the return of the second Primarch Russ.

Horus' illusions were shattered.

He liked his brothers from the bottom of his heart, but he was also worried that these brothers would share his father's love for him.

certainly--

As more and more brothers return.

Such worries gradually disappeared, and Horus played more of an older brother's role.

He carefully guides every returning brother.

Help them selflessly.

Up to now.

What he does is pretty good.

Loved and respected by almost all his brothers.

+The Primarch returning this time is different+

Horus's thoughts were written directly on his face, and even without the use of psychic powers, he could read the emotions that the Primarch wanted to express in his heart.

It was precisely because of this straightforward character that Horus gained the favor of the Emperor.

The emperor paused briefly and continued:

+Everyone will like her+

"she!"

The Emperor's psychic powers contain information far beyond words.

As the original body, Horus was keenly aware of the unusual expression.

He didn't know if he heard it wrong, but the reaction of his mouth was faster than the thousands of thoughts in his brain.

Horus blurted out, "Even Russ the Wolf King?"

+even ruth+

The Emperor replied in the affirmative.

Click!

The discordant sound came again.

However, this time it was not from the entrance to the hall, but from the ship itself below.

The door to reality was torn apart by an incredible force, and a torrent of crimson energy spurted out from the crack.

Geller's stance was operating at full power, causing the entire battleship to buzz and tremble.

The blue light obscured the radiance of the stars and the thin white light brought by the dead singularity. Hundreds of navigators connected their consciousnesses in pain, forming a closed network that enveloped the entire Emperor's Dream, leading the fleet out of the dark abyss and into another completely different abyss.

The frenzied nothingness embraced him.

Horus could feel some strange whispers coming from the nothingness.

This sound, Horus could hear every time he entered the warp.

Those whispers were calling, calling him to embrace his essence and break free from the shackles of the physical body.

But he chose to refuse.

He was the most loyal son of the Emperor.

For the Emperor's great dream and the revival of all mankind.

He, Horus Lupercal, could sacrifice his life without hesitation.

How could he be tempted by these dirty and filthy insects.

Horus frowned.

He immersed himself in thinking and discarded those messy and filthy voices.

"The Primarch who is about to return." Horus thought, "What kind of existence should he be to make everyone like him."

——

The Warp is a chaotic place, without a precise concept of time and space.

The moment the Emperor's Dream entered the Warp.

In the physical universe.

Two years have passed quickly.

Baal.

In the room on the top floor of the tower of the Brass Fortress.

Sanguinius' wings spread out naturally, bathing in the light of the stars.

From the moment the sun just rose to the moment when the light of the stars dimmed and only a ray of red light remained on the edge of the sky. The great and beautiful angel has been standing here, like a sculpture carefully forged by an artist.

And now,

Kano's voice awakened the sleeping sculpture: "My lord, what are you thinking about?"

"Huh——"

Sanguinius exhaled a breath of hot air gently, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

"I'm thinking about my father." The angel replied.