Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

Looking around, all he saw was chaos. Horus knew that the test was coming. The nature of the Warp was vaguely uneasy, and the psychic awakening was unfolding in an extremely quiet form.

Four warm and gentle forces appeared within the consciousness and they began to come into contact with the Primarch.

The Lord of the Moon Wolf took a defensive and alert posture, and the blue figure slowly approached.

"Relax, kid, relax."

Tzeentch's tone was gentle, with a faint smile.

"you…"

Just as Horus was about to start his performance and communicate with his consciousness, the originally perfect defense had a gap.

Four psychic attacks came simultaneously from the past, present and future, locking onto the Primarch's soul while exerting force to shred Horus' soul.

The four gods carefully held the fragments they were given and began to erode and assimilate them.

Sometimes, the living are more useful than the dead.

A "living" Warmaster is worth far more than a corpse.

Horus is dead, and the changes have come much faster than planned.

The Emperor made a mistake. He always believed that Chaos would not dare to waste its power for the sake of balance.

It's not like he hadn't thought about it before. Consuming the same proportion of energy at the same time is also a kind of balance.

But he didn't expect that the Four Gods would sometimes forget their lives in order to do great things.

The first loyal Primarch to be sacrificed in the coming Heresy appeared: Horus Lupercal, the sixteenth Primarch, the Emperor's favorite son, the Imperial Warmaster, and Lord of the Luna Wolves, died.

Prospero Galaxy

The Primarch of the Legion, Magnus, was carrying out his daily duties. The Emperor had banned psychic powers at the Council of Nikea, but the Primarch of the Legion had supreme power in his small kingdom and no one could resist his will.

The Red Giant traveled in the sea of ​​souls. He enjoyed the feeling of knowledge flowing into his mind. His subconscious mind was also telling him to do something.

After flying for a distance, Magnus felt a familiar abnormal fluctuation, which was the psychic reaction of his other brothers.

Curiosity drove him forward, he wanted to see who was disobeying the Emperor's orders - perhaps this could become a little secret between the two of them.

"Horus? How could it be! He is... in contact with Chaos!"

The Lord of the 15th Legion was shocked, his breath leaked, and he was captured by Horus.

"Horus, leave them!"

Magnus roared, his voice breaking through the shadows, wanting to help his brother.

"That won't be necessary, my brother."

Horus gently deflected, refusing his brother's aid.

With just this one move, Magnus knew that he was no match for Horus.

After figuring out the situation, the Wizard King quietly retreated. While communicating with Horus, he constructed a teleportation array.

Luck seemed to be good. After Magnus reached a safe distance, he immediately activated the spell and teleported away.

Chaos erupted and launched an attack, but it was ultimately too late.

"Okay, the spy has left. Continue to modify it. We need to make a simulated soul to send back."

Sensing that Magnus was going away, Tzeentch signaled to continue working.

The Lord of Change certainly didn't know what the Emperor and the Primarchs had planned, but it wasn't hard to guess since they could deduce it.

Rather than betting that Horus didn't lay a mine, it's better to just kill the man directly. Any plan will be useless.

As for Magnus...haha, it's just something in the bag. I have to exhaust its value before I can get it.

Letting him go back would not only prove that Horus is still worth saving, but it might also lead to a civil war within the empire and consume another wave of enemies.

In the blink of an eye, seven days (nine Terran days in Devin local time) had passed, and the impatient Luna Wolves welcomed the return of their Primarch.

The Primarch was full of energy and his presence was breathtaking. Abaddon felt that... the Primarch was even greater than before.

"The armor is a little small. Find Hal's messenger. I need to discuss the use of the new armor with him."

Horus laughed heartily, and his healthy body spoke for itself.

The Sons of Horus cheered and surrounded their Primarch as he left the planet and returned to his ship.

The corruption began to unfold quietly, at first as a further expansion of Grand Astartesism.

Within the patrols, the Astartes became lax in their supervision of mortal violations.

When alcohol abuse became commonplace, it became natural for drunken mortals to engage in political discussions at will.

The Space Marines who had mortal friends listened to the discussion with trepidation.

The Legion's top brass used the excuse of "strengthening the ideological education of Space Marines and raising awareness of the Imperial truth" to organize warrior associations, send instructors down to the grassroots, and work on correcting the ideological path.

Each organization is independent of each other and information is not transmitted to each other.

. . .

The Emperor's Pride

Fulgrim was playing with a long sword, its ornate and unique shape showing that it was not made by humans.

It was a weapon captured from a race of space shark aliens, but he couldn't figure out why those amphibious creatures liked the scaly design.

While thinking, the Primarch's arm suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and the sword blade easily cut through the skin of the Phoenix Lord, and a column of blood spurted out of the thin wound.

The color of Fulgrim's pupils instantly changed to purple, then returned to normal, and suddenly turned purple again, repeating this six times before it subsided.

Storm Star Region

Omega killed the cult messenger with a sword on the battleship Eternal Journey.

He said to the remaining cult members: "Alright, I'll just borrow its head for a bit, and you guys can go back. I accept your cooperation."

Inside the battlecruiser Golden Words Envoy

Luojia knelt in the church, his body covered with golden runes and a majestic power surrounding him.

The Great Speaker stood up, grabbed the war hammer and staff beside him, and put on armor with the help of his servants.

. . .

The home planet of the Thousand Word Legion, Prospero.

Magnus's mind is storming

Horus has betrayed, the Warmaster corrupted by the great enemy of Chaos.

This message must be sent to Terra immediately.

But how to send it?

Count on the messenger fleet?

The nonsense in the real universe is automatically filtered;

Sailing in the Warp...

I'm afraid the rebels have reached Terra, and the messenger ship is still on the way fishing!

They have four allies in the Warp, but the Empire has only one Emperor.

Ahriman hesitated to speak, as he remembered that there was a means of psychic communication in the Book of Magnus (the Primarch's notes).

However, that thing is not stable. Because it is highly sophisticated and needs to cross the endless waves of the sea of ​​souls, it is inevitable that it must carry a huge amount of spiritual energy.

If you don't handle it right, the envelope will turn into a death missile...

But on second thought, how powerful the emperor is!

Cricket death by missile strike?

That's all, getting hit on the face is no big deal.

There was a voice deep in the Primarch's mind calling out, but it was not clear (fifty years after Daven was appointed as the planetary governor, all Primarchs had their memories blocked and could not activate the Huangliang space). It seemed that this would not work...

"Whatever, prepare for the ceremony."

In a rare move, Magnus, who prided himself on being intelligent, wrote down by hand the pros and cons of all his plans on a stone tablet.

The power sword was not activated, but the sharp blade cut through the hard stone slab. The Primarch's superb skills and powerful strength were fully demonstrated at this moment.

If Chaos wants to cause trouble, putting a bomb in the psychic communication is the same as putting a bomb in the messenger ship.

What can you do if a messenger ship hits Terra with dozens of bipolar cyclone torpedoes?

If it is controlled properly and the news can be delivered quickly, even if hundreds of thousands of people die, it is acceptable.

Besides, less than a quarter of an hour has passed, maybe Hun Dun is too busy to take care of me?

The psychic formation was activated and everything went smoothly. It was the first time for the Thousand Word Warlocks to cooperate, but it was seamless.

To prevent the information from being tampered with, the Prototype condensed the core information and arranged it in a way that could not be misinterpreted.

Taking a deep breath, Magnus provided the last bit of psychic energy, the magic circle was activated, and the communication was sent.