Chapter 437 The Wolf of Burning Dust
“Believe in my brother Perturabo,” Horus Luperkar said, “I can’t think of anyone who can cook Davin more impeccably than him. The rebellion, even though I feel guilty for the turmoil there, shows that the governor I chose has failed in his duty."
The Wolf God placed his hands on a control panel in the strategy hall of the Vengeful Spirit, Draco Star. District's universe spins under his hands.
In the holographic image, the Luna Wolf fleet is engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the giant ship driven by the orcs. The sound of the ship's structure breaking is blocked by the vacuum environment of the universe, but just looking at that in the image The hull of a battleship was broken in half, and they could almost hear the whine coming from there.
"With all due respect, my lord, the governor of Davin was recommended by Lord Aurelion," Loken said. The Council of the Four Kings had just been ordered to go to the Vengeful Souls to complete the tasks they had obtained. So now it was his turn to stand beside Horus Luperkar. "Besides, the blame for this turmoil should fall on the traitors, not on us."
"Didn't I approve his election?" Horus said. Loken could tell that there was no irony or hint in his genetic father's words at this time. Most of his energy was in the holographic image. In the complicated battle situation, a small part of his energy was used to be honest with him about his true thoughts.
"If I have the chance, I should execute those traitors myself instead of letting my brothers do it for me." Horus sighed lightly with worry.
Daven is a very rare rebel among the planets conquered by the Luna Wolf.
Loken looked at the giant beast fur hanging on Horus's right shoulder.
About sixty years ago, after they completed the final handover in the galaxy, they readily agreed to participate in the local hunt. The skin of a real beast was removed and replaced with the artificial wolf skin that decorated the outside of the Wolf Shepherd's original armor. The Luna Wolf shouted "Wolf God", Luperkar couldn't hide his joy, especially when he saw all these things.
No one can imagine when and for what reason loyalists will defect. This incident was almost comparable to the rarity of the orc technology warlords they faced at this time.
"These beasts," snorted Horus.
The second half of his words was said before the Four Kings Council left the Strategy Hall: they do not divide the internal levels according to strength, size, bravery and color, but according to technology and wisdom.
To give a simple example, when the Mechanic-Priest calculated that the hit rate of these orcs was over 75%, instead of the common 30 to 50%, the Luna Wolf They couldn't believe their eyes.
If Angron had not warned of the possible existence of this unique type of green skin before the war, the losses they would have suffered would have been even higher - underestimating the enemy's intelligence and technical level, resulting in The consequences are immeasurable.
"I think we need to adjust the distribution of the fleet to supplement the weakness of the right wing," Loken reminded faithfully, making suggestions and supplements for the commander's decision-making, which is his current responsibility.
"I know," Horus said, a faint storm gathering in his sea-green eyes, "I'm waiting..."
He looked at the timer in the side column of the projection , the best time for reinforcements was approaching, and he believed that his father knew this better than he did, but the golden bow of the Emperor's Dream had not yet cut through the dark universe, projecting its unimaginable light onto this In a dark and chaotic cosmic environment.
The Emperor had long promised that he would participate in the war, but now the delay in arriving seemed to vaguely confirm a certain disastrous premonition in Horus' heart.
The heart of the Lord of mankind is not here.
When he greeted the Emperor of Mankind on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit and knelt down on one knee before the Lord of Mankind whom he expected, he vaguely felt that the Emperor was taller than usual, but also more tired.
He solemnly invited Horus to take his hand, then asked his son to stand up straight in front of him, put his golden armor-covered hand on his son's pearl-white armored shoulder, and talked with him Talking about this battle, about the dead heroic souls and future expectations - his eyes fell in the distance, like the golden eagle on the armor, always looking into the distance, but as if he had no time to pay attention to the present.
Horus responded to the Emperor's care. This hard-won closeness gave Horus an indescribable and intuitive fear.
Some changes are taking place in the Emperor of the Galaxy, hidden behind every move of the Emperor, only those who know the Emperor best are aware of it.
Tens of thousands of Luna Wolves, mortals watching the bridge through a hundred broadcasts, hundreds of reminiscences and preachers, and three hundred loyal golden-armored Custodes, all gathered around Beside the Emperor, thinking that the victory was certain, and when the celebratory banquet was approaching, Horus Luperkar was secretly uneasy and spurned his own uneasiness.
But what does that mean? Horus couldn't help but think.
Is the Emperor no longer interested in watching him?
Even though the Emperor's departure from the Crusade had been anticipated, it still made Horus feel extremely sour.
"The Emperor's flagship." Loken reminded quietly but quickly.
In the holographic image, the golden fleet cut through a corner of the battlefield. The light spears weaved into a giant network of golden threads, connecting countless exploding firepower points, and further moved the green ships one after another. The remodeled giant ship has multiple regular sections cut out. Among the fleet, the most conspicuous flagship jumped out of the subspace surrounded by frigates. The array of artillery fire was activated one after another, pointing directly at the space fortress built by the Green Skin in the orbit of the planet and on the surface.
On the scale of the universe, no matter how huge an orc artifact is, it is nothing more than a grain of dust like stardust, torn and divided in the explosion, and surrendered to the firepower of the Emperor's Dream that can destroy stars.
"Left wing," Horus ordered, "follow."
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Many Primarchs, though they refrained from speaking out out of modesty, often believed that Even if their own fighting skills are not unique in the world, they must be among the best, and the only ones who can fight with them are their blood brothers.
This cannot be said to be an illusion, but as long as any of them has witnessed the Emperor's fighting form, the last trace of arrogance in his self-effacement will disappear with the wind.
In the gap between the swings of the hammer, Horus saw the Emperor's golden armor sweeping through the greenskin battle formation like a storm, burning everything in the destructive wind and fire.
The Emperor crossed from one end of the battlefield to the other, accompanied by thunder, igniting the fortifications and weapons factories that the Orks had built on the surface of the planet Goron using all discarded materials. The Orcs' fortress was destroyed from outside. But in the interior, they were defeated and demolished, and golden thunder and white lightning traveled across the length and breadth, shattering the fortress, cutting off the heads of beasts, and taking away dozens or even hundreds of enemy lives with one sword and one claw.
Every strike he strikes is perfect, faster than Jaghatai Khan, more accurate than Fulgrim, more brutal than Leman Russ, more powerful than Angron For bravery. The very existence of the Emperor is the condensation and collection of tens of thousands of years of human wisdom and bravery, and exceeds the limit of what any single person can perform.
The armies further approached each other, and the war cries of both sides burned in the fiery atmosphere. The greenskins poured out from the collapsed defenses, like boiled thick green foam, while the Luna Wolves and the Husbands who helped the battle The speaker charged forward, following the Emperor's majestic form as the waves of gray and white shattered the green-skinned foam.
The explosions of explosive bombs and the screams of various weapons are distorted by the dangerous ion explosions of green skins. The mixed roars are also integrated into the rumbling tremors that reverberate between heaven and earth, like a cracked sky, collapsing The earth has become the accompaniment and soundtrack of the Emperor's battle. The Orcs' slashes seemed nothing in front of him, and those roars and roars became the buzz of mosquitoes, only the blood flowed more, paving the way for the Emperor's feet.
Horus pursued the Emperor, Gastalin following behind him. Between the screams and the explosions, he caught the Emperor's glory in the corner of his eye. The Emperor looked as heroic as ever, even more swift than when they had fought side by side for more than a hundred years, vowing to end the battle in a matter of hours.
Is he more eager than usual? Did he use his power more swiftly than usual?
A thought flashed through Horus' troubled mind: What was chasing the Emperor through the lengths of time?
The army moved forward, swarming to the front of the fortress, and the fight entered a critical period that determined the outcome. The Luna Wolves and Word Bearers fought against endless greenskins, with the brilliance of energy weapons, explosive bombs and cold weapons intertwined, and the battle situation changed rapidly.
The orc commander in turn analyzed the attacking imperial army formation. The larger greenskins roared and rushed into the attacking formation from the flanks. Explosive bombs hit the umbrella like rain, grazing its tough skin. and pieced together solid heavy armor.
Some warriors fell, and Sejanus, who was on the flank, fought back hard to protect his fallen warriors. The sword light tore through the greenskin's thick armor, and the enemy's blood turned into charcoal and fell from the tip of the sword. The members of the Honor Team guarding each other's backs were dragged to the ground by more greenskins.
Then, Sejanus suffered a heavy blow on the back of his neck. He staggered forward. In the blink of an eye, the greenskin's second attack was brought by a boulder-like punch, knocking him away. Kneel down.
"No!" Horus shouted, his voice sounding like it was being torn apart. However, it was too late. The body of Hastur Sejanus, who symbolized the crescent moon in the Council of Four Kings, was blown away by the green skin, and he hit the surface of the container hard, making a dent in the iron sheet. A sly laugh appeared on the ugly face of the giant greenskin. Sejanus raised his gun to fight with blood on his hands. The explosive bullets made ripple-like dents on the greenskin's thick checkered armor.
Horus used his armor to resist the enemy's attack and ran desperately in the direction of Sejanus.
A shadowy black light passed over his shoulder, penetrated a hundred meters, cut through the air, pierced the blood and flesh of the alien, and reached the giant claw wielding the axe.
In an instant, the jet-black ball of light exploded on the spot, swallowing up the dark green claws, and then suddenly expanded, sucking the orc's arms and even shoulders into the black hole-like energy ball, like shattering glass. Cracks spread all over the orc's body in an instant, and the huge body was torn apart under the strong gravity, exploding into blood foam mixed with black mist.
Where does this power that has never been seen come from? The Wolf Shepherd has no time to think about it.
Horus crossed the black mist, grabbed Sejanus's hand, and protected his favorite warrior between bolters and giant hammers. Sejanus gasped and struggled to his feet, his right arm hanging limply, its shape held in place by a corset of muscles and armor.
"Father," he whispered, "I can keep fighting."
"Until your last breath?" Horus whispered, then laughed, picked up a fallen power sword from the ground, and threw it to Sejanus.
The Luna Wolf caught it with his backhand: "Until my last breath."
"For the Emperor!" Horus roared, ending the short conversation.
For the Emperor, until his last breath. This had been his first thought the first moment he reunited with the Emperor in Corsonia. If one day his body and mind are destroyed, this will be his last thought.
Sejanus reminded him, and Horus concentrated on the battle at hand, unleashing the Primarch's innate talents. The sensory wave of battle washes through the portholes like a curtain of rain, sweeping away dust and distracting thoughts.
The fortress on the ground collapsed under the impact of the imperial army. The golden fire wrapped around the emperor's body became more powerful, and the black light just now was like an illusion.
Then, the sharp blade of the giant sword in his hand suddenly penetrated the earth. The vast plains paved with iron filings cracked under the terrifying force. The plates oscillated. The continental shelf wailed and disintegrated. Thousands of meters of space waste gathered. The compressed crust was completely penetrated in just a few seconds, and the orc power furnace that drove the planet emitted a fierce orange-red light, like the blazing sun built into the planet, losing the restraints of the crust and expanding dangerously outward.
Horus marveled at the Emperor's seemingly improved power, until he saw the Emperor turning back to look at him from a distance. The cold absolute belief in his dark eyes overwhelmed the power that had replaced humanity. The Lord's suppressed patience was like an ice arrow piercing the center of Horus' brow.
The next moment, he saw the Emperor leaping into the rift.
Horus Luperkar no longer knew where he was. His body preceded his will, chasing the afterglow of the Emperor on the surface.
Some icy fragments pierced his armor, the burning of the fire was like cold wind blowing through his arms, roars and howls blew past his ears, and he walked in the opposite direction. He was unaware of anything but the dark chasm into which the Emperor had jumped.
He fell downwards, and then realized that he was chasing the Emperor's traces. His gauntlets buckled into the molten iron cliff, and then he realized that the bolter above the back of his hand was missing. He hit the gravity On the chaotic and ever-changing platform, I realized that my fall had reached an end full of pain.
Then he saw a dark, scorching sun, excessively venting and swaying its power, almost deliberately consuming excess energy.
The dark halo violently tears apart the complex inner steel structure piece by piece, and even the jumping ion fire turns into the nourishment of the black light, nurturing the aura of power that expands like the solar wind. Several orcs who were as tall as the original body, or even bigger, were all annihilated in this primitive darkness.
Fear expands infinitely in a limited space, just like the night before human beings were born: the precursor of destruction lurks in the depths of the infinite night, wrapping around the ancestors of mankind who lived in dark caves. At any moment, it may devour everything it can, until the end when nothing can be destroyed.
Horus looked for the Emperor's figure. His fear outweighed all the physical pain caused by his fall. He knew that the Emperor was here. He watched him fall. He could not appear elsewhere. It is a place where it is impossible to be harmed...
He felt his breath, existing in the core of the black sun, standing quietly, waiting.
Horus took a step forward and fell into darkness. His vision was useless. He stretched out his hands and grabbed all the debris, metal and rocks that he could use to fix himself, and moved towards the direction he believed in. All the thoughts and doubts in the entire battle are no longer meaningful. All he needs to do is to find the Emperor. Without any worries and at any cost, he will hold the Emperor's hand until his last breath——
< br>His fingertips touched a layer of cold flames, which instantly wiped out his gauntlets. He continued to search forward until his hands burned by the fire landed on the surface of something with patterns.
At first, there was no reaction from the thing. Horus grabbed hold of it eagerly. "Father," he almost whimpered, groping for whatever he touched. "Father."
After an almost infinitely prolonged period of despair, an ice-like hand covered the back of Horus' hand and patted it gently.
"My son," the emperor sighed, seeming to wake up suddenly.
Then, from the point where Horus and his hands intertwined, the outline of his majestic body began to reappear in the darkness, like a pure white crayon painted on black paper, first a rough simple structure lines, then gradually deepening details.
Finally, the golden color condensed into shape, and the emperor's ancient face emerged with infinite black light, casting a complicated look at Horus. There seemed to be relief and touch, but there was no Delighted, this broke Horus' heart.
The darkness began to gather back, and the rotating shadows retreated between the rolling curtains, and once again escaped into the treacherous depths of the ocean with infinite mystery and evil.
The core of the entire planet has been hollowed out by this dark force, the planet has turned into a hollow polymer, and everything has begun to cool, as if the entire world has reached the sad end of its limited lifespan.
"Let us leave, father," Horus said hoarsely, tracing the outline of the Emperor with his eyes in the dizziness of the world.
"Horus..." the Emperor murmured, "you..."
Having a premonition of the emotion the Emperor was about to make, no matter what it was, a wave of enthusiasm surged through him. The cheeks of Horus Luperkar.
"No, these are all my obligations." He said hurriedly. "This is my duty."
Until my last breath. He thought silently in his mind.
Whether you are favored or valued, these have all turned into ridiculous and childish worries after the recent crisis. His allegiance was to the Emperor, not to the glory the Emperor bestowed upon him. He wanted attention from someone other than the Emperor: he only wanted good things for him.
The Emperor lowered his eyes, and then grasped Horus' hand tightly.
Horus knew that this meant that the Emperor had made a decision of great importance. He could read the Emperor's expression. During their years alone, he had already learned how to interpret the Emperor's every move. An unfinished sentence.
"Your will will be my will," he said firmly.
The Emperor raised his head and looked at him.
"Okay." The Lord of Mankind said.
(End of this chapter)