Chapter 103: The Emperor Takes Action
The Soul Drinkers aboard the Abyss's Roar watched in utter shock!
"Oh my God! What just happened?!"
"The Primarch! He! He! How did he do it?!"
The Soul Drinkers stared blankly at the scene. One warrior murmured, "If... if the Primarch became the Emperor, then... wouldn't we be the Emperor's..."
They didn't finish the sentence.
But the Soul Drinkers' eyes all lit up. They immediately rushed forward, shouting:
"For the Emperor! Charge!"
"For the Imperium!"
On the Vengeful Spirit, the Luna Wolves warriors stopped their movements, expressions stunned.
Even the Sons of Horus couldn't help but halt, their gazes fixed on that golden figure.
The expressions varied; some had eyes filled with respect and adoration, others with disbelief and shock, while some were overwhelmed by the intense holy aura, as if witnessing the descent of a god.
"The Emperor Himself has come!"
"For the Emperor!"
"How is this possible?!"
Under the shroud of this sacred power, Astartes who had been wounded along the way, still tainted by Chaos corruption, their faces disfigured, their bodies covered with corrupting marks, emitting nauseating stenches, suddenly changed as Francis passed by them.
"You do not belong to this darkness."
Francis whispered, his voice resonating like a soul-shaking echo, carrying unspeakable majesty.
They felt a jolt throughout their bodies.
The corrupted warriors looked up, struggle flickering in their eyes, as if inner darkness and Chaos power contended with this pure light.
Their bodies began trembling violently. The layer of corrupting black mist on their surfaces rapidly dissipated under golden light, like ice melting in scorching sun. The marks of corruption were gradually purged.
Everyone present witnessed this miraculous change. They saw the corrupted warriors gradually return to their original forms, their faces regaining clear features, bodily decay disappearing.
This scene made all the warriors unable to believe their eyes, the corrupted were being reborn under golden light.
"This is Father's grace!"
"It's Father! It really is Father!"
"Father, I'm here!"
Clone Horus, currently fighting Word Bearers and daemons, shouted excitedly, his tone filled with shock and awe. Even covered in wounds, his eyes were filled with fanaticism.
Even if he was a clone, the Emperor was still his father!
Abaddon, who also witnessed this scene, took a step forward with his left foot, then retreated several steps, hiding behind everyone with only his head visible.
The warriors on the Vengeful Spirit felt a powerful force gathering within their bodies, especially the wounded. Surrounded by golden light, their wounds rapidly healed, pain dissipated, and severe injuries vanished without a trace.
Francis paused, looked at Clone Horus, nodded slightly, then quickly rushed toward the command room.
Feeling the Emperor's affirmation, Clone Horus immediately became ecstatic and wielded his power maul with fierce momentum.
All surrounding daemons and Word Bearers would have their heads smashed by his maul!
Even when Abaddon charged over, Clone Horus delivered a heavy blow, completely without defense, and roared:
"For the Emperor!"
Bang! Abaddon's proud topknot was finally smashed!
All surrounding warriors cheered: "For the Emperor!"
At the entrance to the command room, Loken lay flat on the ground, feeling his life rapidly draining away, evil corruption invading his body and mind. He seemed to hear warp whispers.
His vision began to blur. He even started hallucinating.
Until he saw the golden light. He saw the Emperor!
He chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Heh... I failed the Imperium. I failed the Emperor."
"The temptation of the warp is truly powerful!"
He felt the corruption recede and a strong energy rapidly heal his body.
As his vision gradually cleared, he finally saw the being before him clearly.
"This is the Emperor's power!"
"Emperor! For the Emperor!"
Garviel Loken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Luna Wolves, at this moment, his reverence for the Emperor reached its peak!
Even though he couldn't move yet, his body trembled uncontrollably, gazing with fervent adoration at that golden figure!
The golden light illuminated the entire command room. Before Francis even arrived, Horus felt an unsettling sensation from that power.
Suddenly, he felt the Chaos energy within him begin fluctuating violently, as if some force was contending with him.
His grip loosened, which was why he didn't strangle Konrad Curze.
His gaze involuntarily turned to the doorway, killing intent flashing in his eyes. He whispered:
"Who are you?"
Francis slowly walked in, his figure appearing exceptionally sacred under golden light, each step seemingly causing spatial fluctuations. Golden radiance enveloped him, giving off a powerful sense of oppression.
Francis didn't speak. He extended his palm, light emanating from it.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed.
Konrad Curze's body instantly lost balance. Horus's wrist felt as if it were being torn apart by divine force.
Francis's power erupted from his hand like golden lightning, instantly tearing at Horus's grip. Powerful psychic energy pulled him away from Konrad Curze, directly knocking Horus back several steps.
In that instant, Konrad Curze was pulled back through the air by a powerful force. He was swiftly rescued, his body enveloped in golden light, all pain instantly vanishing, the marks of corruption completely purged, his breathing gradually returning to normal, and his wounds rapidly healing.
Konrad Curze, who'd been nearly unconscious, gradually regained awareness and opened his eyes to see the Emperor healing his body.
Recalling the scenes of his betrayal, all the myriad thoughts in his heart converged into one sentence:
"I truly deserve to die!"
"I truly deserve to die!"
Guilliman and the others, slumped on the ground, watched this scene with immense excitement!
"It's Father! Father has come to save us!"
Guilliman shouted excitedly, tears sparkling in his eyes, unable to control his emotions.
Sanguinius also couldn't help but be invigorated, his voice excited and trembling. "Father! Quickly save Horus!"
Their voices were filled with boundless reverence and joy.
"No! You're fake!"
"No! You're not Father! No!"
"Who exactly are you?!"
Horus stared intently at Francis. They said the Emperor couldn't possibly be free, so how could He be here?!
Guilliman roared even more furiously. "Horus, you've gone too far!"
"You don't even recognize Father anymore!"
Horus simply didn't believe Francis would dare strike; he couldn't possibly be his opponent.
The moment their gazes met, battle erupted!
He growled, glaring at Francis. Driven by Chaos energy, he wielded Worldbreaker, and terrifying black energy surged toward Francis.
Francis did not retreat in the slightest. He gripped his power sword tightly and met the attack without hesitation.
A flash of sword light, golden radiance like heavenly lightning, collided head-on with Horus's black energy!
BOOM!
The air vibrated. Space instantly twisted.
The moment the two forces met, a deafening roar erupted, as if the entire universe trembled. Dark Chaos energy collided with the Emperor's holy light, tearing a deep rift in the warp. A massive shockwave swept outward, as if even the stars shook at that moment.
Francis's power sword, imbued with the Emperor's will, its blade's radiance tearing through Horus's dark energy, aimed directly for his chest.
Horus's warhammer was filled with Chaos's rage, its black aura sweeping in like a tidal wave, attempting to devour everything.
Bursts of psychic energy accompanied each collision. The air was filled with intense vibrational fluctuations.
In space, psychic energy flowed like a torrent. The powerful energies unleashed almost destroyed everything around them. In that instant, the entire battleship's space seemed torn apart.
It was no longer clear whether they were in the battleship or the warp itself!
A special domain even formed around them, making it impossible for Guilliman and the others to help Francis!
Anger flickered across Horus's eyes. He roared:
"No! This is impossible!"
"How can you have such power?!"
The power of Chaos erupted again, as if his wrath engulfed an entire planet. He wielded Worldbreaker, smashing it at Francis again with overwhelming force, a blow that seemed to destroy everything.
Francis did not retreat a single step, wielding his power sword even more fiercely.
Each strike carried holy light like the Emperor's judgment, the blade flashing with golden radiance, colliding head-on with Horus's attacks, erupting in countless deafening explosions.
"Nothing is impossible!"
"Horus, do you know you were wrong?"
In the series of collisions, the sword's radiance grew increasingly dazzling, like divine judgment from the heavens.
With each swing, Horus was forced back a step. With each one, he felt an unbearable force impacting his body.
[End of Chapter]
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