Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

By contrast, in the 40K era, the Empire was already aging, and the Great Rift had created a dark side that had cut off nearly half of the Empire's territory. Macragge was on the verge of collapse, and the rebels were only a few steps away from Guilliman's stasis, only for him to suddenly come alive and turn the tables. This, too, is inexplicable.

"Haha, actually, what the Chaos God let you see and what I showed you are just superficial. You don't know why the Great Crusade was launched and the fate of the Primarch." The Traveler decided to show the two people in front of him the deep logic of the Warhammer universe.

"You are well aware that the enemies you faced during the Great Crusade were far stronger than those after the end of the Heresy when the Primarchs disappeared one after another. So why were the Primarchs so powerful and invincible in the galaxy before, but fell apart after that? Think about it, what is the biggest variable between the two eras?" The traveler asked with a smile.

"During the Great Crusade, the Emperor walked the galaxy. After the Great Crusade, the Emperor was trapped on the Golden Throne," Abaddon said. After he finished speaking, he realized something: during the Great Crusade, the reason the Legions and Primarchs were able to roam the galaxy was not because of their own strength, but because of the Emperor's strength!

Why did the Primarchs fall after the Heresy? The reason is simple: the Emperor was severely wounded and had yet to absorb the power of Faith, leaving him at his weakest. Therefore, when various forces stirred up trouble, the Primarchs fell. Reality is cruel. As for what happened later, even if the Great Rift occurred, so what? The Emperor was powerful enough to bring back the Primarchs, even if they died.

Nurgle has a strong case for this. After all, before the Great Rift opened, Nurgle's legions marched all the way to Terra during the Heresy (the Siege of Terra). And after the Great Rift opened, Chaos reveled, and Nurgle was blocked at the Emperor's door. Only he himself knows the bittersweetness of this...

"The Primarchs do have great potential, but they still have a long way to go and much to learn. As for the current strength level of the Primarchs? If we leave out the Emperor, there are many people in the galaxy who can threaten them. As for the game between the Chaos Gods and us, it is the most basic foundation of this world." said the Traveler.

"My lord, I understand. But I think, well, even though I'm on the dark side, I think I'm still quite capable," Abaddon said.

"Are you saying this because in that timeline, you ultimately destroyed Cadia and caused the Great Rift? You are indeed powerful, and that's why I value you. But the Empire's decline is due to many factors. Even in military terms, the threats posed by the Green Orcs, the Great Devourer from beyond the galaxy, and the awakened Necrontyr are no less threatening than Chaos," said the Traveler.

"Think about it. Even though the Empire in that timeline had over a thousand interstellar regiments, totaling around a million Space Marines, less than 1000 of them could actually be deployed on Cadia. The Empire's power was too dispersed, and a lot of its energy was diverted by various crises. That's why you have a chance."

"Of course, this plane won't do that. As long as we are here, Chaos will never escape the Eye of Terror." The traveler said domineeringly.

"The Luna Wolves are willing to build a fortress complex surrounding the Eye of Terror for the Empire," Loken said seriously.

"No need. After this great rebellion, we decided to shut down the Eye of Terror." The traveler said with a smile.

"Close the Eye of Terror?!" Abaddon was stunned. After all, the Eye of Terror had the space of several star zones.

"Yes, turn off the Eye of Terror. That scar is too unsightly, so we decided to turn it off!" the traveler said again.

"I..." Locke was suddenly speechless. He knew that gods were very awesome, but he didn't expect them to be this awesome.

"It's nothing, just normal operation." The traveler said rather "modestly".

"Alright, Abaddon, stop overthinking it. You weren't doing too well in the other timeline either. You had few ships and few men. Were you on an expedition? You were just trying to make a living. Supplies are scarce in the Eye of Terror. Just follow me. If you ever face the Primarch of Chaos, I'll buff you and let you crush Angron." The Traveler expertly offered Abaddon a rosy picture. As for what would happen to Khorne? That didn't matter. He still had the Emperor and himself.

"Well, okay." Abaddon nodded.

"That's it, let's rest for a while, we will soon put an end to this great rebellion." Everything that needed to be said had been said, and it was time for the traveler to leave.

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"Loken, let's talk about treatment..." After the traveler left, Abaddon said to Loken with a licking face. The expression and action were exactly the same as before the Great Rebellion when Abaddon asked for equipment.

"Tell me about it?" Locke said with a raised eyebrow.

"I've thought about it a long time ago. I had already made a plan before I came back. Just based on this standard, it's not high." Abaddon skillfully made a list for Loken.

"Or, how about you take a look at how much I'm worth and sell me?" Locke said unhappily after reading it.

"Oh my, we need to have a back-and-forth before we can talk..." Abaddon said to the smiling face. "I'm the face of the Legion. I can't look poor when I meet my other cousins ​​in the future."

Just as the Traveler had resolved the issue of Abaddon, a new problem arose. Guilliman and Russ met and exchanged views on some issues. The exchange was unpleasant, and a major disagreement arose between the two sides. This disagreement aroused the interest of the other brothers. Just as Guilliman said he would discuss some issues with Russ again, a group of Primarchs said that this was a good idea and asked them to come when they had time!

Chapter 459: Unfinished Business of the Great Expedition

"Rus, my brother, what your legion did was excessive. We were sweeping away the rebels, and you just uprooted the rulers and nobles of at least 30 worlds, none of whom participated in the rebellion. What's worse is that you knew all about this, yet you turned a deaf ear to it."

"Because of your actions, the ruling structure of the entire planet has been destroyed, the collection of supplies has been affected, and the advancement of the Legion has been slowed down. Many worlds are very dissatisfied with this. Your actions have crossed the line." Guilliman said seriously.

The cause of this incident was simple: as the Imperial Army launched a multi-front counterattack, each legion rapidly gained or lost territory in its own direction. Within the Empire's territory, there were many different worlds along the way: most were loyal, a small number sided with the rebels, and a few were neutral and fence-sitting.

Each legion ensured the loyalists were treated with impunity. Those who defected to the rebels were, of course, dealt with thoroughly, like egg yolks shaken evenly, and earthworms chopped vertically. However, each legion handled neutral planets differently. The Ultramarines' approach was the most peaceful. Upon arriving at the planet, they quickly summoned the planetary governor and requested that he provide immediate assistance and support to the Imperial expeditionary fleet. The incident was essentially over.

Then there are the likes of the Imperial Fists, Raven Guard, and Iron Hands, who, upon arrival, first hold the local leadership accountable for not following Imperial orders, then single out those who are indecisive and immediately remove them. However, they essentially leave the original planetary structure unchanged.

Other groups, such as the Dark Angels, Space Wolves, and Iron Warriors, took more extreme actions. The Dark Angels dismissed all officials on the spot and then screened out those without problems. The Iron Warriors Primarch, Perturabo, declared the rulers of these neutral planets sinners who needed to atone for their sins.

As for the Space Wolves, they will simply "enforce justice on the behalf of Heaven". If the rulers of a planet are not human beings, the Space Wolves will not mind getting rid of the entire ruling class of the planet after screening, and will even delay the work of collecting supplies because of this matter.

This matter then became known to the governor of the sector. After all, legally, as long as the rulers of each planet paid taxes and did not oppose the Empire, they had the right to rule the planet in any way they saw fit. This matter was then reported to Terra. The Terran high command informed Guilliman, who then sought out Russ.

Of course, it wasn't just the Terran high command who told Guilliman about this; in fact, all the Primarchs knew about this, but it was Guilliman who was the only one who approached Russ. Guilliman reported the matter to Jonson, who was, after all, the Warmaster. In the absence of the Emperor and the Traveler, Jonson's orders were final.

As for this issue, Zhuangsen did not express his opinion, but just said that he could give Guilliman a chance to communicate with Russ, and the other brothers could listen in, and everyone could put these things on the table for discussion.

"Guilliman, I am not seeking to rule these planets. As for the consequences of my actions, I am willing to bear the blame for the slowdown in the offensive progress. As for other accusations, I do not agree." Russ said calmly.

"Russ, I understand your perspective. The rulers of certain planets are indeed a bunch of rotten termites, but during a rebellion, we must always prioritize the greater good. Some of your actions will undoubtedly cause a lot of backlash. Haven't you noticed that your legion is getting slower and slower in reclaiming planets? When the Space Wolves' actions spread throughout the sector, every step you took was incredibly slow. There are some things we can actually do after the war."

Guilliman naturally knew Rus's purpose. In fact, during the Great Crusade, when he encountered something truly unbearable, Russ had no problem letting some people fly on the plane. Guilliman didn't care about it either. But he felt that it was still not a good idea to do so under the current circumstances.

"Guilliman, my brother, you just told me half of the reason why you came to me. You didn't tell me the other half, but I know it, which is that you think I do things without rules, almost in chaos. You think that if someone is to be punished, it should be according to rules and laws. But my legion and I don't seem to do that. Is that right?" said the Wolf King.

"Yes, the Empire was indeed hasty during the Great Crusade, and the rule of many planets was unsatisfactory, and some guys even had to be thrown into prison. But I still believe that we should follow procedural justice, at least most of it. Instead of directly solving problems with fire and blood. This will have serious sequelae." Guilliman said.

"Haha, following rules? Perhaps that's why you're praised by the world, while I'm called the Barbarian King?" Russ laughed. "Then tell me, Guilliman, whose rules do you follow? The Terran high-ranking officials? The rules of Ultramar? Or the rules of a certain sector?"

"The Empire of Emperor Xi is so vast, and there are so many rules. Can you explain them all?" Russ asked. "And don't you think it's appropriate to remove all the rotten soil from a planet during a war? Repairing a decaying house is better than starting over."

"I agree with Rus's idea, and I am ready to end the aristocratic rule of Nostrano. Those corrupt and dirty guys should be swept into the dustbin of history. Moreover, I am willing to use any means." Koz spoke, he stood up from the audience and expressed his support for Rus.

"Then what should we do with these planets?" Guilliman ignored Curze and asked Russ.

"Part of it will be handed over to the Emperor's Cult and the Traveler's Cult as a shrine world. The Emperor's Chamber will also take over part of it. The rest may depend on the ideas of the brothers." Russ said.

"Guilliman, haven't you noticed? The planning of the marching route is very telling. The worlds handed over to Rus are those that are doing very badly. Originally, the top leaders of these worlds should have been included in the Supreme's cleansing plan, but they just took advantage of the war to get things done. It's not good to dwell on these things." Ferrus on the side spoke up. He actually supported Rus, but Guilliman was on his side after all, so he spoke up to remind him.

In fact, at this point, the debate between the two sides could have ended. Everyone was no longer a child, and they all knew that certain things were tacitly approved by the higher-ups. After all, the Space Wolves were sensible about what they did. And this time, using drastic measures to deal with these issues meant there was only one possibility: the Supreme Beings had tacitly approved.

"Then how will we formulate the laws of the Empire in the future? Are we going to do things based on the likes and dislikes of our brothers and the Supreme? Then the entire human empire will be in chaos." Guilliman sighed.

Guilliman's words also caused some of the Primarchs to think deeply. After a while, Dorn spoke.

"There should be a charter for the future. We are the makers of the rules, so we must naturally abide by them. The rules are a constraint on us, but they also protect us." Dorn's words tended to favor Guilliman.

"I can establish order and abide by it, but sometimes I still prefer to use more decisive means." Russ snorted coldly.

"It's not a big deal, Guilliman. You're being overly sensitive," Perturabo said. "During the Great Crusade, there were also missions to deal with certain disobedient individuals."

"We can conquer an empire this way, but we cannot govern it this way," said Guilliman.

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"Oh my, we are even discussing this." At this moment, the Traveler appeared in the meeting room, looking at the Primarchs with interest.

"Guilliman, your idea makes sense. Those who make the rules must also abide by them." The Traveler said. "But, isn't this during a time of war?"

"Uh..." Hearing this, Guilliman was speechless. Clearly, he knew what the Traveler meant. After all, in Ultramar, when the war broke out, Guilliman had issued several emergency laws, dealing with certain cases and problems with strict and severe measures. This set of laws, too, had not been passed through legislation, but rather Guilliman's own words.

Well then, if Guilliman, as the Lord of Ultramar, can make a decision with a single word, then the Emperor and the Traveler, as the Lords of Mankind, can probably make decisions about a few planetary governors with a single word, right? Especially since they're dealing with fence-sitters and problematic individuals.

"In my impression, you are not such a murderous person. You are destroying the basic structure of each planet, destroying the local aristocracy, and then establishing a new ruling system. This may cause a great shock to the empire." Guilliman thought for a while and said.

In fact, Guilliman was very familiar with the thoughts of the planetary nobles. As a class, they were not afraid of the Empire executing a planetary governor, nor were they afraid of uprooting a family. As long as future planetary governors still came from this planet, and as long as their various noble families could still rule the world, then it would be fine. After all, the cake was only so big, and they could only get more if the other people at the table were gone.

What were they afraid of? The possibility of the planet's governor, accompanied by his staff and military, arriving and seizing control of the planet, something they could not allow. This was precisely what the Space Wolves were doing. Guilliman, aware of this, was a conservative, perhaps because the nobles of the Ultramar sector were of relatively high moral standards and abilities. So, generally speaking, they managed to hold back.

"So, this great rebellion is also an opportunity. After the rebellious world ends, it will be directly owned by the Terra Center, and all official appointments will come from Terra, rather than being selected from local nobles. The planets will be transformed from the private property of the nobles into provinces of the empire. In addition to these rebellious worlds, the worlds that waver between the left and the right must also be dealt with. This is an opportunity that I naturally cannot give up." The traveler paused and continued.

"I can tell you about the future ruling philosophy of the empire. In addition to the legion fiefdoms, important military fortresses, and the world of the Mechanicus, the imperial center will gradually turn the worlds headed by planetary nobles into provinces of the empire. The imperial orders must be implemented from top to bottom! It's not just about collecting a tithe and letting the local nobles deal with it." The traveler directly stated his goal.

Indeed, the Traveler has had enough of the Warhammer Universe's dark, gothic, feudal system of Imperial rule. Terra's control over most of the Imperium's worlds is woefully inadequate. Consider the Imperial worlds in the background: the Adeptus Mechanicus's Forge Worlds are autonomous, leaving the Imperial Central Powers with little control. Space Marine Chapter worlds are also owned by the Chapters, paying no taxes and allowing the Imperium no interference. Religious worlds are controlled by the Ecclesiarchy, leaving the Imperial Central Powers with limited influence. The vast majority of these worlds are simply taxed. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum, Imperial power would practically be utterly irrelevant.

If humanity is to continue its journey towards glory, this feudal system of rule must be resolved, and the planetary aristocracy's monopoly on planetary power must be eradicated. In the background, the Empire was unable to resolve this problem, but in this plane, the Empire is able to resolve it. Even the Chaos Gods have been defeated, so what can a handful of aristocrats do?

The Mechanicus controlled industry and technology, heeding the orders of the Traveler and the Emperor. The Ecclesiarchy and the Traveler Cult controlled faith. The Legion was the sharpest knife, distributing profits to the lower classes and paving the way for their upward mobility. Add to that the tolerance and rewards shown to certain capable and virtuous nobles. What problem could remain unsolved?

The Great Heresy gave the Traveler an opportunity, giving the Human Empire a chance to transform from a loose sand into a united force!

"Does our father know about this?" Guilliman asked.

"Of course I know. You can report relevant work to your father at any time. After all, you will be the prime minister of the empire in the future." said the traveler.

"Then what about the Master Sigillite?" Guilliman asked with some surprise.

"He's in semi-retirement. He said he's very tired and fed up with dealing with government affairs. He plans to work half-time and rest half-time in the future, and then embark on his own path. He has already devoted too much time and energy to this empire. As an immortal who is loyal to humanity and has great potential, he has the right to pursue his own path." said the traveler.

The Emperor and the Traveler are very tolerant of those who are new to the cause. As long as their thoughts are sound and they have the ability, then the Emperor and the Traveler will at least not stop them on the path to transcendence. This principle applies not only to the Primarchs and Eternals who were acquainted with the Emperor and the Traveler in the past, but also to other mortals.

So to some extent, the Emperor and the Traveler were not worried about the Primarchs having too much power. After all, in the eyes of many Primarchs, pursuing skills and personal advancement was far more attractive than managing the secular world.

"Okay, let's leave this matter here. Everyone, get ready and see Horus one last time." The traveler said finally.

Chapter 460 The Final Battle

"Little Horus, my child, is the only surviving member of the former Council of Four Kings." Horus, slumped on the throne, said breathlessly as he looked at the little Horus kneeling in front of him.

"Your allegiance to me has ended. Leave here. Because soon, the one sitting in front of you will no longer be me. I will become a puppet, a poor creature controlled by the evil god." Horus tried hard to stay awake. He knew very well that when he fell asleep and woke up again, he would no longer be himself.

"My lord, you didn't let me leave with Abaddon. Wasn't that so that I could stay by your side? Why do you regret it now?" asked little Horus.

"No, you are different from Abaddon. Abaddon's hands are not stained with the blood of the Empire, but you are different. Eichmand, leave me and find a place to live in seclusion, or live the life you want. It is meaningless for you to stay here. You can't protect me. Instead of sacrificing in vain, it is better to leave." Horus sighed and said.

"My lord, I can help you cleanse the Legion from the pollution of Chaos. Even though many people in the Legion have already defected to the Chaos God, there are still some who have simply defected rather than defected to Chaos." Little Horus said.

"Then do as you please. Remember, don't come back to me." After Horus finished speaking, he closed his eyes without waiting for little Horus's response. He was too tired. What he could hold on until now was already the limit.

After paying his last respects to Horus, Eichmander turned and left the throne room. He intended to rally the forces loyal to the Primarch and launch a massacre against the minions of Chaos. Before the loyalists could launch their final assault on the Sons of Horus rebels, traitors within the rebel ranks had already taken up arms against the Corrupted, marking the beginning of a civil war within the Legion.

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"Come, my children, let us send Horus off for the last time and end this war." The Emperor immediately sensed the battles that erupted within the Sons of Horus Legion, and also felt the darkness that had finally infected Horus. He also needed to complete his mission, and although He truly did not want to do this, He had to do it for the sake of humanity.

Ultimately, Horus's fleet was surrounded by a Loyalist fleet eight times larger than its own. In a mortal combat scenario, the battle was a crushing defeat. The Renegades and Imperial Legions fought together against the Fallen, and after the battle, the vast majority of the Renegades surrendered to the Imperium. Finally, the Emperor drew his sword and approached Horus's flagship.

With the golden sun's arrival, the Vengeful Spirit's corrupted hull was instantly purified by a blazing light. Following the Emperor's footsteps, the warped, grotesque hull, its malevolent eyes, and filthy, rotting flesh, transformed into streams of black smoke. The Emperor's light illuminated the warship, ultimately being blocked from the throne room by the darkness shrouded by the evil god.

The Emperor pushed open the throne room's doors and beheld Horus seated on the central throne. Below, four tarnished chairs, representing Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh, were damaged. Nurgle's chair was also largely broken. The throne room was shrouded in darkness, yet the Emperor could sense the fear of the unholy gods.

"You are a cancer of civilization, a scab on the galaxy, a scum toying with souls. Sooner or later, I will destroy you and the thrones behind you! Not a single trace of you will remain in the galaxy!" The Emperor gazed at the blurry figures behind Horus. He knew that the Four Chaos Gods were watching this final battle from their own realms. And the Emperor vowed to them a decisive battle.

Then the Emperor looked at Horus. "Horus, my child, are you alright?"

"Father, you finally come before me, bringing with you approval and so-called justice." Horus opened his eyes, and a darkness so thick that it could not be dissolved enveloped his body. The World Breaker Hammer was held in his hand, and supernatural lightning jumped on Horus's claws.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you. I don't have the ability to save you, so now, I can only grant you eternal rest." The Emperor sighed.

"They say that you were born a god, and there is no essential difference between you and them. Your essence was born in the void, and you represent destruction, a destruction that can destroy everything." Horus said.

"You are a tyrant. Even though you have achieved such great things and unified humanity under your control, you are still a tyrant. And now a tyrant wants to judge me? What gives you the right?"

"In essence, we are no different. Now, the reason why you can stand in front of me and face me as a judge is simply because you are stronger." Horus said with a distorted expression.

The Chaos Gods' infestation didn't completely obliterate Horus's mind and personality, but rather amplified certain emotions. This time, the Chaos Gods magnified Horus's resentment and ambition. Simply put, Horus now believed that everyone else relied on force and conspiracy to defeat their enemies. Why, if the Emperor of Mankind could do it, couldn't he?

"Haha, then why don't you try making an Astronomican? Ask your heart, Horus, can you really make this thing?" The Emperor mocked Horus like a nerd.

"I..." Hearing this, Horus fell silent. He knew he couldn't do it. At its peak, human civilization could be described as semi-ascended, its most advanced creations standing between mortals and gods. Just as the Emperor couldn't build a second Phalanx during the Great Crusade, Horus couldn't manage the Astronomican even with the help of a Dark God.

The Emperor's technical prowess was, in fact, quite ordinary. His genetic technology was once despised by the Lunar Gene Cult. In fields like navigation and forging, the Traveler jokingly called the Emperor a layman. This didn't mean the Emperor wasn't skilled, just not very. After spending some time with the Traveler, the Emperor's verbal skills skyrocketed.

(The Imperial Guards provided some technology in the background, allowing the Imperial Fist to repair the Mountain Array, but it is unlikely that they can build another one.)

"Horus, your mind has been taken over by darkness. You will not bring any benefit to human civilization and the galaxy except destruction. In this case, let us begin." The Emperor drew his sword, and the War of Gods began!

The moment the Emperor drew his sword, human civilization felt that their gods were engaged in a crucial battle. Countless forces of faith gathered together again, converging in the warp like a tide, and then converged under the attraction of the Emperor's godhead. Golden wings spread behind the Emperor, and as the Emperor's sword slashed down, the battlefield between him and Horus was independent of time and space.

"This timeline has been twisted, distorted by the Traveler's interference. I should have been stronger," Horus said with a twisted expression. To deceive Abaddon, the Chaos God would show him the influence of the Dark Abaddon from another timeline, so that Abaddon would know who he really was. Similarly, when the Chaos God tried to deceive Horus, he would also deceive him by showing him the failed Horus from another timeline.

In this plane, Horus is far from being able to fight against the Emperor, so after gaining divine power, what Horus wants to do is to pull Horus from another timeline to this timeline and then deal with the Emperor.

"Alas, my foolish child," the Emperor sighed, even pausing his attack to watch Horus wreak havoc. Under the influence of Horus's divine power, a phantom from another timeline began to materialize within this space. The Horus of that dimension was so powerful that he pinned the Emperor to the ground. If he hadn't been bewitched at the last moment and dissipated the dark power, the Emperor's physical death would have been inevitable. (Of course, it's also possible that the Emperor could ascend directly to godhood after his death.)

Under the infusion of Horus's divine power, the scene on the other timeline became increasingly clear, but unfortunately, this illusion only switched from analog signal clarity to high-definition digital signal. Although it was clearer, fake was still fake!

"How could this be? I already possess divine power, but why can't I reproduce my destiny?" Horus was shocked. After all, according to the knowledge taught to him by the Chaos God, divine power can distort time and cause and effect, and time travel also exists in the Warhammer universe.

"My foolish child, when a god is born, he or she can anchor his or her own timeline and destiny. If one could simply jump back to before the god's birth, kill the immature god, and then kill the current god himself or herself, then killing the god would be too simple." The Emperor said with a wry smile. Horus's foolishness made Him laugh.

For a civilization, warping space is considered impressive, and warping time is a formidable feat. After all, a renowned Necrontyr astrologer repeatedly leaped back into time to alter future outcomes, ensuring his predictions were accurate. But for a god, these are child's play. The gods distort fate and causality.

Simply put, once a god is born, the timeline preceding it is virtually unchangeable. Any timelines and fates that could lead to their premature death are also untenable. Just like the technologically advanced Eldar, it's impossible for them to travel back in time to before Slaanesh's birth and then, through various means, bring about his premature death.

Similarly, the current Emperor is a god, so the reality of the Emperor being severely injured in other timelines cannot fall on this plane. Horus's killing move is completely useless against the Emperor. Similarly, if the evil god wants to return to the upstream of the timeline to kill the traveler, thereby causing the current traveler's fall, it is also impossible. Timeline and fate are locked!

Even if Horus were to reappear, he wouldn't be able to defeat the Emperor. The reason is simple: in another timeline, the Emperor could easily have killed Horus, simply by transforming into the Black Sun. The cost, however, would have been the potential destruction of humanity. The Emperor at that time lacked the power of faith and utilized his omnipotence, draining over 90% of his full potential, making him incapable of defeating Horus. But in this dimension, the Emperor wields the power of faith in one hand and the power of destruction in the other, a perfect balance between them. Therefore, Horus stands no chance.

"The Chaos Gods did not tell you the deep knowledge about the gods. They knew the outcome was inevitable, but they wanted to see your powerless struggle and the tragic scene between father and son. What a vicious intention." The Emperor sighed and said.

"Father, I once loved you so much, yet you schemed against me. Why was I the Warmaster of Chaos and not Jonson, not Guilliman, not Ferrus? Answer me, father! You had already planned everything from the beginning!"

Horus ceased his attempts to recreate his alternate self. Brandishing his hammer and claws, he charged at the Emperor. The scene around him distorted and shifted. It was the scene of his first meeting with his father, everyone gathered around them, offering their blessings. And now, in this very moment, Horus attacked the Emperor.

"You can't blame me for this. After all, it was the Chaos Gods who chose you, and you were unable to resist their invasion." The Emperor sighed and reproduced a scene from another timeline. The Emperor brought the Lion King, Horus, Khan, Fulgrim and others to a planet called Moro, and then entered a dark area.