Chapter 443 The Great Victory
When Horus rushed up to the tower, Erebus was right behind him.
He witnessed the pearl-white whirlwind swirling through the alien blood foam, moving between multiple large green monsters. Even though he seemed to be trapped in a tight siege, his giant hammer always ensured that every time Only one or two beasts were able to swing their claws at him at this time, and the other opponents fell to the ground as if swept by a storm. They stood up roaring in the gap between the sweep of the Wolf God's heavy hammer, and then were hit hard again. Staggering around.
There is no opponent in front of him, and the will to fight is burning in his body. The supernatural speed left an afterimage of his heavy hammer. Countless fierce counterattacks were forced to a halt by the majestic power of the Wolf Shepherd God when he was only an inch away from Horus.
He pierced the orc's chest with swift force, sweeping his arm to tear the enemy's arm apart, causing broken bones to protrude from the cross-section of the amputated limb, and the green skin rose like water under the hammer blow. The wrinkles were twisted and bent, the stumps fell to the ground, and blood flowed across them.
He simply and directly ravaged all enemies who dared to stop him from fulfilling his mission. He directly withstood the attacks he could withstand with his thick armor, and reached out to block the sharp weapons wielded with precision.
He destroyed, beheaded, and destroyed until the behemoths as tall as himself staggered and fell to the ground before him, like falling rocks.
Those fiery fires suddenly burst out from the hand cannon installed on the back of the hand at the moment when the sharp claws were swung; those blazing brilliance lingered and erupted on the surface of the giant hammer that was charged and hit hard; blood flew everywhere came out, from the bodies of the enemies, and fell on the bright battle oath paper on the chest, like red ink swaying, like blood stone solidifying; the reflected light radiated from the polished curved shoulder armor and the smooth head of Horus. , forming an invisible guide.
"Follow me!" Horus laughed heartily, "My Gastalin!"
They surged up to the tower of Urag, the last boss. Once Horus Luperkar wins, Ullanor's victory bells will ring throughout the world, and the Great Crusade will come to an end in celebration and ceremony.
The Astartes will shift from offensive to defensive, and countless regulations will be re-finalized. The Terran Council, formed by two friends of the Emperor, will strictly select the ruling clerks of various departments to avoid the situation like those in the early days of the Empire due to fear of the light. Under the premise of choosing the traitorous Fool, the civil service system will be equal to the military force, and political decrees similar to the Ultramar Heroic System will be initially adopted to ensure the coexistence and proper governance of mortals and Astartes...< br>
But the era of war is bound to come to an end, and a rapidly rising channel has been abruptly closed. Every military achievement in the future, if it is not a self-respect, can only wait for opportunities - distant opportunities, undecided opportunities, maybe there are opportunities.
The galaxy will have a brief but precious peace.
A short and hateful peace.
What are you waiting for? the voice asked, you were passing up your chance. Only chaos can bring about class unrest, while solid order will erase the possibility of your future.
What ideas do you want to come up with? Erebus cursed, "You don't want me to attack Horus Luperkar, do you?" This is not an opportunity at all, this is death.
With just one sword, Erebus, the demigod also has his weaknesses. No one stands forever and remains unchanged.
The voice was seductive, like snake scales rubbing against Erebus's neck, mixed with faint screams, growls, hissing whispers and giggles.
What knife?
The knife of opportunity, the knife of ritual, the knife of killing. If you think about it, you will have it in your hands.
The bird flew past Erebus's eyes and landed on the top of an illusory high branch. It was small and distant, with kyanite-like eyes embedded in colorful and gorgeous feathers. It was as big as the scorpions he played with when he was a child, but it had the ability to watch him. His intelligence - just like it could tear him into ten thousand pieces at any time along the scriptures on his skin, then peck out his eyeballs and play with them in its claws.
The greenskins were still surrounding him, but their attacks seemed to be confused. The crudely made ax passed dangerously by his armor, and the muzzle of the gun that should have been fatal suddenly exploded at the last moment. …A higher power manipulated the beings around him, paving a path for him that only he could see.
Follow Horus, the voice said, just one blow. Just think about it and the knife will be in your hand.
Erebus squeezed his eyes hard. In front of his eyes, a network-like road was woven with silver-blue silk threads, and the light spots were connected in series, extending towards the tower that Horus ran up.
He saw it, it was the phantom that would happen in the next dozens of minutes.
Moving along the silver-blue road, any green-skinned attack would just pass him by. Along with his desire for a sharp blade, a twisted knife will silently appear in his hand, and the handle fits his palm, as if it should belong to him by nature.
When Horus grabbed Urag by the neck and threw it off the tower, the knife suddenly flew out of the shadows and scratched Horus' shoulder, a small, insignificant scar. ——
Then, Horus Luperkar's eyes widened, and he fell down the tower together with the giant beast he killed, like a boulder rolling down the mountain top, never to return.
This is your chance, the voice advised. Horus will never be buried, and chaos and change will forever exist in the galaxy. Countless opportunities will be spun by this blade of destiny, and you, you will continue to climb, continue...
Another person appeared next to Erebus, and the green skin was surrounded by a wave of energy. The strong repulsion seemed to make way for him. His hood was blown open by the strong wind blowing from the damaged tower, revealing an old face.
Prime Minister Makado came here personally.
The scepter of the Sky Eagle was held high in the hand of the bearer, and the golden light radiated around, instantly forming a brilliant psychic shield, protecting the original body fighting on the front line, and strengthening his Strength amplifies the power of his actions, making his movements more destructive and majestic.
"Horus Luperkar! In the name of the Emperor, I will bring his gaze and convey his power," Malcador said solemnly, his voice echoing clearly on the battlefield superior.
"Haha!" Horus laughed loudly, and the spiritual radiance of guardianship circulated throughout his body. "Do I need your protection, Malcador? Thank you!"
The heavy hammer knocked the green-skinned leader to the ground. Horus grabbed the beast's throat, picked up its broken body, and threw it out of the tower.
Amid the wail of the falling beast, Horus Luperkar held his war hammer high, his eyes shining like twin stars. The battlefield was silent for a moment, and then cheers surged like a huge tide.
The snake hissed viciously in Erebus's ears. Erebus frowned, the regretful resentment fleeting, and he smiled in celebration and merged into the wave of shouts.
"The Wolf God!"
——
"The Emperor summoned all his heirs—those who were available, and those who were not or did not want to go. Many legions will go to the Ullanor system to celebrate the victory of this battle." Morse waved his hand and moved the Star Language file away from the holographic screen. "A foreseeable event."
Perturabo sat on the bedside, moving his arms that were stiff due to a long coma. The specific method was to place a bunch of fragmented and fine parts on the table for the Lord of Iron to use his creative ability to make Ingenious objects that come out of who knows what.
In these few days, his soul was finally able to control his body again. Even though the scar left by the Nightmare Sun still needs time to be completely healed, this does not prevent the Lord of Iron from completing his activities normally and fighting at a level that does not involve the soul.
It is worth mentioning that he did not plunge into a mountain of to-do tasks as soon as he woke up. This was thanks to Callifon of Olympia and Morse, who rarely decided to be diligent. . Under the conditions of natural aging, Kalifon, who once rejuvenated her youth, has once again grown silver hair, and this time, she sighed and calmly accepted a certain degree of life-extending surgery.
“By the way,” Morse continued, “Donn sent you his drawings, and he wanted to know if you had time to take a look at the architectural design of his venue. ”
"He has several months to design and has plenty of experience." Perturabo couldn't help but say.
"That's the way Rogal Dorn does things." Morse shrugged. "You'd better reply to him, otherwise I think he will have to ask you what happened sooner or later."
Perturabo sighed, "Okay."
After a two-second pause, he couldn't help but ask: "When did he become like this?"
Morse looked at Perturabo: "What do you think?"
Perturabo found the transcoded blueprint package in silence, and stared at the military camp rest area and the central high platform arranged in concentric circles.
Morse continued: "Although this is a celebration, rumors of the election of the Warmaster are rampant, and you know that is exactly what will happen in Ullanor."
"A formal election," said Perturabo, "everyone knows it will be held under the watchful eye of the Emperor, and who will win, and I will cast my vote for Horus Lu. Pekar."
"I'm sure he will always remember your support, and you know how much he values your opinion." Morse shrugged and turned sideways.
One thing is self-evident: with Perturabo's current reputation, his public support is a necessary condition for Horus Luperkar to gain full recognition from the Primarch.
"So, you're going to attend?" he said.
"I have no reason to be absent." Perturabo replied, "How many people are preparing to attend?"
"This is obviously not something I can know. I am not a prophet. I believe Lorgar Aurelion was going to be there, for obvious reasons. I thought someone who was on good terms with Horus would be there, and if we weren't lucky enough, Magnus and Mortarion would be unfortunately forced to cross paths, and I could. Definitely, Konrad Curze has confirmed that he will not go there.”
“Curze?”
“How long have you not seen him since the Holy Grail Expansion was discovered?” Morse gave a reminder, "He can't wait to disappear into the Webway node with all the Eldar, and then look up at the stars every night, gaze at Terra and compose sonnets. Yago Severtarion is taking over The Night Ghost King’s Court, Nostramo will become the true home planet of the Eighth Legion.”
Perturabo frowned, and after a while, shook his head slightly. "Let him make his decision - actually this reminds me of something, maybe it's time for the webway to be made public."
"You just can't wait for your Iron Warriors to emerge from the back of the galaxy Climb out," Mors said, raising an eyebrow as Perturabo sat up straighter. "The Thutmons Rune has already covered the webway with a tarp, but the real reveal will have to wait until the Emperor. Only after the plan is perfectly implemented can the normal navigation of the remaining roads be confirmed."
"But what did the Emperor rely on to determine the birth of the Tyrant Star?" Perturabo asked, "Sufficient preparation can bring success. "
"The power of the Tyrant Star is based on hatred and death," Morse said calmly. "The Great Crusade has given birth to its prototype. Once the Emperor confirms that the conditions are suitable, he will. Allow it to come, and I'm sure we'll get an advance notice of that day."
"I look forward to that day," said Perturabo, noting Morse. A dark shadow passed over his face for a brief moment.
"Me too," Morse said, "How many more--"
Since Perturabo had just recovered from consciousness not long ago, he had not yet begun to connect the complex neural interfaces one by one. Take it back to the back of your head. Later, when he could get out of bed, which would be within a few days, he would begin to plug them back into his mind.
But now, the Meditator still needs to do the work for the Iron Master, performing the tasks that a machine should perform, such as making beeps for new messages.
"Al'Jonson?" The identity of the sender was beyond Perturabo's expectation. He could not imagine that any emergency would bring the Lion to his door.
Morse tapped a rune with his fingertips, and the projection read the star language into it, and the neat words appeared in front of the Lord of Iron.
"Perturabo: I will go to Ullanor," the Lions wrote, as if they could hear the cold tones of Leon El'Jonson.
"But I am not going there to participate in any campaign. It is not something I can earn, nor something I aspire to. The First Legion has no need for a second title."
Morse whispered, "Oh, it's rare to see him with such clarity."
"Similarly, if either you or Horus Luperkar need a helping hand, I I will remain silent. If the Emperor needs someone to be elected, then the Emperor will be the only decision-maker. He does not need our second approval, let alone our disobedience."
" I have no intention of traveling to Ullanor's Celebration, where there will be no Dark Angel missions. However, there is one thing I want you to know."
"Before you set out for the Murder Star, Alpharius appeared before me with a portion of his Legion and tried to seduce me into participating in the election of the Warmaster on the pretext of an unnecessary favor, implying that he would choose me. As the candidate he supports,
"He presumed that I was eager for the position of Warmaster, and at the same time he was trying to drive a wedge between you and me and Horus Luperkar, with the intention of making me compete with you. .
“I didn’t pay attention to his temptations and lies at first, but after that, I began to feel confused about it because I couldn’t find a reason for him to do this. To be more precise, I doubted him
“I know that you are relatively familiar with Alpharius, so I hope to discuss his issues with you face to face in Ullanor. ——Leon El'Jonson"
Perturabo stared at these words, his lips lowered.
Soon after, he spoke: "But before I go to the Murder Star, I can confirm that Alpharius himself is in the Kronos Expansion."
"Is it Omegon?" they said almost at the same time.
(End of this chapter)