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But the scythe, symbolizing true death, has arrived. Amidst the layers of chaos, there are too many people he needs to save, and too many spirits he needs to bless.
He needed to raise his sword, but the hand holding the sword wouldn't allow him to reach out to Horus the hand called Redemption.
The power and destiny entwined around [War Master] were too numerous. Chaos stared at his sixteenth son, and they layered upon each other, completely devouring the part that belonged to [Horus Lupecal].
To save Horus, absolute power would be required—but he could not waste the hard-won power of faith.
He had neither the time, ability, nor the power to save him.
Hades was right, he was a failed father.
He was a failed friend.
He is a...
The clock ticked, the second hand reached its final moment, it was time to set off.
Neos sighed softly, his helmeted hand gripping the hilt of his sword. He heard a deafening roar of cheers and shouts as humanity welcomed their monarch.
His final, personal thoughts surged.
Conrad Coates, Mortalian... spare your brother...
Those offspring who had already slipped from his control... that was them...
On the hollow mountain range, the ray of light that soothes all things has been lit. Dorne and Vulcan have faithfully completed their mission. The ray of light that connects the past and present has been opened, guided by the souls of tens of thousands of people, breaking the eternal chaos and illuminating a heavenly path that will protect humanity for ten thousand years!
On the throne, the Lord of Mankind slowly rose. The most noble crimson cloak, stained with blood, fluttered behind him without wind, and the crown, forged from the purest radiant gold, shone with deafening light. As he stood up, trillions of suns rose with him, a thousand suns rising together, their radiance boundless.
+I am God. +
+A god who blesses humanity with endless life and eternal strength.+
I am the Lord of mankind.
Yu Guangzhong saw, amidst the darkness, that fleeting glance directed his way—
His blood-red eyes were deep and unfathomable.
The cause and effect have been established.
A sun with golden flames burning at its edges slowly rose in subspace.
The gods drew their swords and embarked on the path to heaven.
Chapter 537 Annihilation
Mortarion is going to kill Horus.
He's going to kill Horus!
Inside the broken window, the three were wrestling. Conrad let out a shrill laugh as chains extending from the warp, almost materialized, tightened around his neck, forcibly pulling him into the shadows.
Outside the window, ripples spread across the highest heavens, and eerie, bright waves washed over the fleet. The wreckage of ships swayed and undulated in the warp turbulence. If any of them glanced out the window, they would immediately realize that the Warchief's fleet was retreating.
But the Primarchs, locked in combat, could no longer distinguish between them. The giant scythe slashed across the ground, cutting through Horus's abdomen, black blood splattering out. Horus laughed, and together with the chains binding Koz, he kicked away Conrad, who was tearing at him.
The Warlord stood up, wielding his lightning claws to block Mortarion's giant scythe.
He has already won! He is the one who truly manipulated Chaos. Look at Conrad and the inhuman Mortarion, who are about to be dragged into hell! Horus's eyes reflected the raging fire of Kadia. The planet's upper atmosphere had been ignited, and there were less than five seconds left—the flames would reach the surface!
He even started to get nervous. What if the Khan managed to take that monster away? But no, no! From beginning to end, there was no news of the warship successfully leaving Kadia.
As long as that monster self-destructs, the shipping lane will be cut off, and he can stop the Emperor from the dark side of the Empire!
And the rebels who came to their aid will also vanish—Killiman, Angron, Makado… He finally killed them!
After everything is over, Terra, which retains the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Fist, will once again become the strongest faction in the Empire.
—It's all over!
Horus laughed as he saw Conrad, whom he had knocked away, dragged by the chains around his neck, blood spurting from his mouth as he flew into the darkness. He saw Mortarion raise his scythe and cleave it down on his head without any defense. He saw the burning Kadia and the battlefield with its surging waves. Horus's pupils constricted as he saw the gods who had once given him power.
And then, and then—
He saw the sun he had longed for day and night.
Why are you only arriving now, Father?
Horus's eyes gleamed with golden light as he saw Mortarion shrouded in a faint golden glow, but he... but he wasn't?!
Why?! Why? Did he do something wrong? No! No, no, no, no!
"Get the hell out of here!"
Mortarian screamed at the top of his lungs, "You old bastard! Get off me!!!"
He felt controlled—a feeling Mortarion was all too familiar with, from the Nacre to Nurgle—his so-called “fathers” always loved it!
Mortarian brandished his giant scythe. Why did his so-called "fathers" always have to ruin things for him? He'd had enough! He'd had enough!!
He's killing traitors! Why shouldn't he continue?!
His scythe traced a full moon in the air as he slashed at Horus, who was clearly panicked. Horus scrambled to meet the blow, the wolf god howling, a desperate cry echoing behind Mortarion.
Please let me explain—no, I just—
A blazing golden circle shone on Horus as he leaned against the bulkhead, his pupils trembling as he stared at the scenery behind Mortarion. The shadow of the Pale Lord blocked the light shining on Horus. Three seconds remained before Mortarion raised his scythe once more.
He wouldn't listen to Horus's explanation, Mortarian sneered, that arrogant fellow—he would never sacrifice even a fraction of the "greater good" for his pitiful, insignificant offspring.
Behind the small battlefield lies the battlefield of thousands of colossal ships, and behind them, the gods are fighting.
If they covet the general's fleet, they will inevitably pay the price.
The countdown had begun. On the Kadia, Tarasin tightened the last pipe, and the intense heat filled the Blackstone Obelisk Tower. Necromancer technology was operating at maximum capacity.
In the highest heavens, the Lord of Humanity wielded a sword burning with golden flames, carrying millennia of faith, and slashed at the false gods—they screamed and scattered, fleeing from this realm—
But behind them, golden flames pulled them back.
The Lord of Changes was the first to act; He was already very familiar with this. He threw down the scorched part, and the power that had been immersed in it began to dissipate rapidly.
The Lord of Corruption hastily abandoned the cauldron, which was scalding hot from the flames. He frantically retrieved the seeds he had scattered in the Eye of Fear, but chose to leave after being burned by the flames.
The Lord of Brass roared on his throne, but the churning pool of blood beneath his feet was rapidly receding.
The sleeping Slaanesh is not here.
Before the slowly rising sun, all demons vanished, and all that was ugly and filthy was burned away—pain brought them pain and weakness.
He brought humanity a brief, precious period of time where they would no longer be disturbed.
The Lord of Mankind halted, his eyes gleaming with golden light, the sword in his hand blazing fiercely. He looked upon his followers, his humanity, each human spirit ethereal within the warp, like golden jellyfish—
Their end should not be here.
He lowered his eyes, and the sunlight shone equally on everyone.
I'm sorry, Lupecal.
Horus stumbled along, his earlier laughter now replaced by mournful howls as he pleaded, but only false gods answered him.
Before him, the golden light emanating from Mortarion grew brighter and brighter, but the Pale Lord's movements did not falter in the slightest. Mortarion was practically burning in the golden flames, and immense pain was tearing him apart, but Mortarion would never yield!
The Pale Lord's scythe strikes grew heavier with each blow, slamming into Horus's body, tearing flesh and blood, heading straight for his head.
He's going to kill him! No matter who tries to stop him, Mortarion is going to kill Horus—he's selfish and vindictive, but at the same time, no traitor who has fallen into chaos should be allowed to live!
No—no, no, no! Father! What has he done wrong? Is Mortarion truly loyal? No, how could that be?! Horus screamed, struggling to breathe! Just thinking of the sins he had committed—no! No! No, no, no!
Conrad screamed, pulling hard on the chain around his neck. He knelt on the ground, his head thrown back into the darkness, where a broken, blurry figure was reflected in his pure white pupils—no, no, no! The place he had fallen into was not hell!
Other entities in the warp have locked onto him!
No—he will never—fall—save—save—
【Motalian!!! Save me…】Save me…
[Die!!!] [No—listen to me—]
+False Emperor, I despise your tyranny—+
On the blazing, sinking ship, a mortal soldier, his body glowing and blood streaming from his forehead, roared—
"For the Emperor!!!"
"Stop nagging, Tarasin, drive."
"Thus spoke Hades, upon the Black Stone Throne."
Before him, Tarachin, who had been trying to persuade him again, fell silent. The space necromancer calmly looked at Hades, and layers of pipes extended from Hades' body, reaching into the black stone obelisk, like the giant hand of Hades reaching out to the mortal world.
Tarasin, expressionless, pulled down the switch in front of him.
throat!
A tiny, extremely fine black thread burst open like a thunderbolt—
! ! ! !
The underworld has arrived!!!
Above the raging fire of the Cardia, a black tide surged forth, spreading out in a smooth, spherical shape like a two-dimensional object, quickly engulfing half of the intensely burning Cardia, and greedily expanding outwards into the void.
Within the Eye of Fear, countless black stone obelisks hummed simultaneously, and jet-black lightning gathered at their tips, as if welcoming their true master.
On the Ultramarines warship that was rapidly heading towards Cardia, Guilliman stood up in shock. He raised his hands, which were now shining with a brilliant golden light. Robert Guilliman was shining.
Beside him, Angron was also enveloped in a golden light, as were Primarchs, Space Marines, and mortals.
【How is this going? 】
Guilliman asked softly, while Angron beside him looked at him with a complicated expression.
It seems we missed it.
The two Primarchs looked up simultaneously, and through the porthole, they saw dark craters bursting from some planets in the distance.
Countless black threads, seemingly two-dimensional, pierced through the cabin walls, flashing and crackling around them like electric arcs.
Guilliman reached out, wanting to touch the black lines—but was stopped by Angron. The Lord of Red Sand shook his head and looked towards the distant battlefield.
The two-dimensional darkness swept past smoothly, silent yet resolute with an unyielding determination. On the chaotic battlefield, the abandoned false gods screamed, their golden flames burning fiercely, and retreated, only to stop a short distance away, no longer retreating a step.
This is the biggest difference between him and them.
The Lord of Mankind plunged a blade from the highest heavens. He knelt on the ground, his head bowed, and the sun rose from behind him, flames igniting from the blade plunged into the earth.
Everything that has not yet escaped, everything that is not blessed, will pass away.
A dense, pitch-black void quickly filled the battlefield of the behemoths. People collapsed, dizzy and disoriented. The giant ships began to glide along by inertia and their predetermined programs. In an instant, countless explosions of friendly ships colliding lit up the sky.
But people could only watch helplessly.
On the Soul of Vengeance, Mortarion let out a dying howl as he sensed the approaching black tide—no—Tarasin had failed! Hades was dead! No! No! No!
Do not!
He failed!
Mortarian strode forward, now resembling a true demon, golden flames rising from his body and frost melting away as he swung his scythe at Horus, who was unable to accept reality!
Nearby, Conrad, who was screaming and struggling in despair, finally lost his strength. He was pulled by the chain around his neck and dragged into the abyss.
His final scream brushed past Mortalian's ear—
【save……】
Stop.
In Mortalian's eyes, a flame ignited that was uniquely his own, and the scythe swung down with a sharp, cold glint of death on its edges.
Opposite him, the golden light that had surrounded Horus had dissipated, leaving only darkness—he had arrived—and everything was finally coming to an end.
As the scythe slashed, Horus's head, with its mouth agape in terror, spun around, black blood forming dots and lines in the air—at the same time, the darkness finally swallowed him up.
All right.
Mortarian was surrounded by darkness. He stumbled and tried to turn around, but all he saw was darkness, endless darkness.
Failed.
He failed.
An overwhelming despair engulfed Mortarian.