"Not just a Warmaster."

Malcador's brows furrowed deeply.

A short sentence contains too much information.

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

If you go further up.

That leaves only one location to choose from.

But——

That position was specially created for him, and Malcador did not believe that the primarch's talents could surpass their father's.

Unless it is, one day in the future.

Something is wrong with the emperor.

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

He obtained 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 on 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.

Make a dull sound.

The shiny bald head sparkled in the glow of the stars.

Horus——

The first son the Emperor retrieved from 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.

They were 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."

Said,

Horus ignored the shining spear points.

Reach forward to push these tower-like golden armored warriors to both sides.

Let him come over

The Emperor's psychic energy echoes in ripples.

Several tribunes stepped back to make way for a passage to the observation deck.

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

Walking leisurely in front of the Lord of Humanity.

"Father."

Horus said, "We are entering subspace, and we are going somewhere. My proud warriors are always ready to sacrifice their lives and loyalty for 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 original body.

But on the other hand.

As the First Returned Son, Horus had been with the Emperor day and night for thirty years.

During this long period of time, he enjoyed the unique favor of the Emperor. Even for a long time, Horus thought that he was the only Primarch of the Empire.

However, with the return of the second Primarch Russ.

Horus' illusions were shattered.

He likes his brothers from the bottom of his heart, but he is also worried that these brothers will share his father's love for him.

Of course——

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.

As of now.

What he does is very good.

Loved and respected by almost all brothers.

The original body returning this time is different

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

It is precisely because of this straightforward character that Horus was loved by 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 answered 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 underfoot.

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, making the entire battleship buzz and tremble.

The blue light blocked the glow of the stars and the thin white line of light brought by the dead singularity. Hundreds of navigators connected their consciousnesses together in pain, turning them into a closed network, connecting the entire empire.

The Imperial Dream shrouded it, leading the fleet out of the dark abyss and into another completely different abyss.

The frantic nothingness embraced him.

Horus could feel some strange murmur coming from the void.

This kind of sound can be heard by Horus every time he enters the subspace.

Those murmurs were calling, calling him to embrace his own essence and break away from the shackles of the physical body.

But he chose to refuse.
To be continued...