Chapter 101: Father... Dear!
Two forces collided at the command room's center, unleashing a tremendous shockwave.
Poisonous mist rapidly evaporated around Perturabo's hammer, but he remained standing, as if the plague could not penetrate his armor or his will.
Mortarion's power surged like a tide, while Perturabo's hands worked like magic. He casually grabbed a corpse and transformed it into a massive cannon.
As they fought, he dismantled usable components around him, gradually assembling gun emplacements and even constructing blast-proof bunkers, unleashing countless energy weapons.
Mortarion couldn't even get close to Perturabo!
While Perturabo kept Mortarion occupied, Typhus turned his attention to Ferrus Manus, a cunning smile crossing his face.
His scythe dripped with corrosive venom, gleaming with daemonic light. He cursed under his breath, raised his warhammer, and charged at Ferrus with lumbering steps.
Ferrus noticed the movement. He snorted coldly, raised his fist, and let out a thunderous roar. "What are you, damn squig?! You dare strike at me!"
Typhus swung his scythe, bringing corrosive gas with each strike, attempting to corrode Ferrus's armor and body. But Ferrus's entire form was living metal, making him entirely immune to toxins.
His power was fierce as a volcanic eruption. Every strike hit Typhus's vital points, and rotting flesh constantly sloughed off the First Captain's body under the relentless impacts.
In his eyes, the opponent was the most hideous thing imaginable. He pursued perfection, so he detested ugliness to the extreme.
Typhus tried to interfere with Ferrus using a psychic plague wind, but Ferrus flicked his wrist, pulled a plasma burst cannon from the toolbox on his back, and fired it like a machine gun!
The barrage riddled Typhus like a sieve. The corrupted wall behind him collapsed into a deep crater under the impacts.
Green pus oozed from his mouth, his eyes somewhat dazed.
They're both Primarchs, but how is he so much stronger than Mortarion?!
Typhus turned his head, looking for Mortarion's support. Instead, he saw a massive war fortress continuously spewing flames while Mortarion on the other side danced like a sandbag in the gunfire.
"..."
How are we supposed to fight like this?! We're both just sandbags being tossed around!
For Father Nurgle, he had to hold them back!
Mortarion, already reeling from the cannon bombardment, suddenly felt a hand appear behind him. Just as he was about to turn around, a voice came from behind.
"Don't turn around, it's Typhus~"
Typhus exerted all his strength, came behind Mortarion, and began continuously drawing power from his body!
Mortarion immediately roared, "Typhus, what are you doing?!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Accompanied by a twisted whisper, Typhus, hiding behind Mortarion, directly tore the Daemon Primarch in half, his internal organs spilling onto the floor with wet slaps.
"Aaaaaah!"
A massive portal of flesh slowly opened. Countless maggots and fleshy tendrils entwined Mortarion's chest, and nauseating green fluids poured out like a spring.
Mortarion, transformed into a gateway, looked at Typhus with immense fury and roared.
"Damn you! Typhus, I'll kill you!"
Immediately, several of Nurgle's Great Unclean Ones emerged from the portal in his body!
Even Perturabo poked his head out from his fortress, looked at Ferrus, and said, "Holy crap! What happened? How did you let him get past?"
Ferrus looked bewildered. "He was too weak. I let him retreat. I didn't expect..."
Perturabo: "..."
The flames of war had engulfed the Vengeful Spirit's main battle hall.
Loyalist and traitor Astartes clashed in the corridors, every roar of a chainsword, every blast of a bolter, mixed with the shouts of former brothers.
Clone Horus was tall and majestic, his armor gleaming with the untainted symbol of his Legion. He stood at the forefront of the loyalists, filled with heavy anger and regret, his voice deep and commanding.
"Brothers, once symbols of the Emperor's glory! But now this place is filled only with corruption and degradation!"
"At this moment, we are no longer the Sons of Horus, but the Emperor's last Luna Wolves!"
"For the Emperor!"
Loken stood beside him, holding a power sword, his armor covered in battle scars, yet his eyes burned with unyielding faith. He looked coldly at Abaddon across from him.
"We are here to reclaim the glory of the Luna Wolves!"
Abaddon stepped forward, clad in black power armor, his corrupted power claw gleaming with deadly light in the dimness. His voice was deep and savage, filled with Chaos fanaticism.
"What an outrage! You actually brought an impostor here!"
"You are not worthy to stand here in Horus's image!"
"We cast off the False Emperor's lies! Today, the destiny of the Sons of Horus will be written by us, the true inheritors!"
"Impostor! Come and fight me one-on-one!"
Abaddon charged toward Clone Horus. After several fierce but fruitless attacks, he felt secret delight.
If it were the true Warmaster, the first hammer blow would have taken me down. But this impostor clearly can't do that.
Clone Horus seized the opportunity, his warhammer swinging down fiercely, striking Abaddon's left shoulder with bone-crushing force!
The immense impact forced Abaddon to one knee. His armor cracked with a deep gash from the warhammer, and corrupted blood oozed from the wound.
"You're not even a hair on the Warmaster's head!"
Abaddon roared, then immediately charged toward Clone Horus, using his full strength to knock the opponent away.
Just as Clone Horus looked at him with pity, preparing to deliver the final blow, a group of daemons and Word Bearers appeared from nowhere.
They swarmed Clone Horus. The enraged Abaddon backhanded a daemon in front of him, killing it, and continued to roar.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"
"I haven't lost yet!"
"He's mine!"
The Vengeful Spirit's command bridge was a twisted battlefield, space struggling between collapse and reassembly. The glow of machinery and psychic energy intertwined, filled with the presence of the Chaos Gods and the Emperor's hidden power.
Horus sat upon a corrupted throne.
He stood, each step accompanied by warp surges, as if the entire bridge trembled at his presence.
"Sanguinius, Guilliman, Konrad Curze..."
His voice was deep, echoing throughout the command room.
"Three former brothers, how dare you display this foolish loyalty before me? Do you realize the False Emperor has long abandoned you!"
"Join us! Slay the False Emperor! Create a world where Astartes can also live well!"
Sanguinius spread his wings, and golden light instantly illuminated the command room.
"Give up, Horus. Father could even tolerate Francis; the Astartes already have a good future." His voice was full of power and faith.
"That's right! If even Francis' diabolical acts can be tolerated, the Imperium will not abandon the Astartes!"
Guilliman hunched behind his shield, burying himself in its protection. The room was thick with psychic energy, and he felt his knees weaken slightly.
"Aaaaah! Francis! Very good!"
"Francis, he's...he's..AGHHH!!!"
Hearing that name, Horus became even more uncontrollably enraged.
He raised his hands. Chaos runes appeared in the void, terrible warp lightning ravaging the bridge.
Sanguinius blocked the first wave with a psychic shield, golden barriers radiating from his vibrating wings, the light colliding with Chaos lightning arcs, producing deafening thunder.
Guilliman calmly directed the battle. He wielded his power sword, rapidly advancing from the flank, his blade aimed directly at Horus's chest.
Konrad Curze flickered through the battlefield like a shadow, lurking in darkness, striking directly at Horus's head with his deadly talons.
Horus sneered, blocking Guilliman's sword with contemptuous ease. With a wave of his hand, corrosive warp flames surged toward Konrad Curze, forcing him back several steps.
He roared, power erupting. The command room floor tore apart, and Chaos rifts swallowed devices and the corpses of fallen Space Marines.
Just as he was about to unleash more warp power, pure golden light abruptly appeared from the void, enveloping the entire command room in dazzling radiance.
"Horus, don't make any more mistakes~."
It was the Emperor's power!
He was blocking the Chaos Gods' support in the warp, forcefully interfering with Horus's connection to their will and power.
Chaos roars came from the warp's depths. Golden Imperial symbols temporarily replaced chaos runes. Horus was suppressed, his roars turning to pain.
In the warp, even more violent energy fluctuations appeared.
Horus roared, trying to break free from the Emperor's intervention, his voice filled with madness.
"You have failed, False Emperor! You cannot stop Chaos's rise!"
"My child... Chaos is trying to destroy you completely..." The Emperor's voice seemed unusually urgent, as if He were fiercely battling something.
"My child..."
"Father is calling me!"
"He still cares about me..."
His originally sharp eyes suddenly became much clearer. Beautiful memories flooded his mind.
Loken rushed to the doorway and roared, "Oh, great Shepherd of Wolves! Look at what you've become!"
The moment Loken appeared, Horus's eyes became even clearer. He continued to murmur.
It's Garviel! My son, he's still alive!
[End of Chapter]
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