Chapter 475 The Secret of the Empire: Father and Son Divine Emperor!

The request made by Sanguinius was not excessive. After thinking for a while, Dark Mir finally nodded and agreed.

The history of the great rebellion ten thousand years ago might be an unknown secret to ordinary people, but to the many Terra high-level officials present, it was nothing.

After all, this period of history has been studied countless times by countless imperial scholars, and a large number of secrets have gradually been unearthed. The reasons for Horus’s rebellion and the intentions of the rebels have also gradually become known to everyone.

Soon, several long-treasured documents were uploaded to the Spirit of Vengeance, and the Primarchs stared at the information in front of them.

They read very quickly and finished reading all the complex and confusing information in front of them in a short while.

Scholars of the Empire have analyzed the Horus Heresy very thoroughly, breaking down the general situation from various angles and standpoints, and some can even comment on the matter from Horus’ perspective.

After learning about this tragic past, the Primarchs all remained silent. No matter whether they were loyalists or traitors, they were unwilling to speak at this moment.

The Primarch who betrayed the Empire was not necessarily a bad person who did all kinds of evil, and the Primarch who was loyal to the Empire was not necessarily a good person with noble character. It was just a matter of their respective pros and cons.

But no matter what, the culprit of this great rebellion was indeed Horus, which made everyone feel somewhat complicated.

At this moment, Horus looked embarrassed and gloomy. He had to admit that he had indeed experienced similar psychological changes, and might even gradually become the Horus of this universe.

If the emperor had not enlightened him, the misunderstanding between father and son would have only grown deeper.

Horus didn’t know what to say.

Sometimes people are unable to empathize with their past selves. Horus had regretted many times how stupid he was in the past and how he had done so many things that made the Emperor sad.

But when Horus thought about the fact that the Emperor had concealed something from his Primarch brothers and had been hiding things about the Warp, he felt quite resentful towards the Emperor.

It’s hard to tell right from wrong in these matters.

However, the only thing Horus could not forgive himself for was that he killed his brothers. If he really met himself in this universe, he promised to pick up the sword and kill the beast first.

Fortunately, the other Primarch brothers were very rational and did not have any different opinions about Horus because of this information.

After all, Horus, the big brother, is very good to them. At least in the universe where they are, Horus is definitely the backbone of many Primarchs.

Without Horus, it would have been impossible for so many Primarchs with different personalities to come together.

Looking at the trusting eyes cast by the many Primarch brothers around him, Horus felt warm in his heart. He would rather break with the Emperor than fight to the death with these brothers with whom he had lived and died together.

“Horus, you didn’t do these things, and we didn’t do anything wrong. You and we don’t need to bear any psychological burden for what happened in this universe.”

Sanguinius spoke to comfort him. This handsome and kind Primarch was a close brother of Horus. When he saw how he was killed by Horus, he admitted that he felt heartbroken for a moment.

When the memories of fighting alongside Horus are intertwined with the fantasy of Horus drawing his sword and slashing at him, it can indeed make one feel dazed and dizzy.

Sanguinius couldn’t imagine how desperate and heartbroken he would be in this universe at that time, but now he and Horus were doing well, so he didn’t have to worry about such a thing happening.

“It’s a pity that he’s dead and I can’t wash away this shameful history myself.”

The “he” that Horus was referring to was naturally the “Horus” of this universe. The Chaos Warmaster was slain by the God-Emperor, but the evil deeds committed by Horus have plagued the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years.

“There are plenty of opportunities to wash away the shame. The Chaos Warmaster here, Abaddon, was once a general under ‘your’ command.”

At this time, Dark Mir suddenly said that he already believed that the group of Primarchs in front of him might have come from a parallel universe ten thousand years ago.

Horus was thoughtful. It was worth the trip to leave Abaddon behind for him to clean up the mess!

Seeing this, Abaddon, who was not far behind Horus, was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the ground. He only knew that he should not have come here, so as to avoid being mercilessly whipped by so many Primarch’s lieutenants with their half-smiling eyes.

The carefree Russ couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and joked to Horus without any hesitation: “The Luna Wolves are just for show. The Four Chaos Gods specially selected your people to be the Four Gods’ Co-Elected Chaos Warmaster.”

“People like us can only play supporting roles.”

The corners of Horus’ mouth twitched when he heard this. He didn’t know whether Rus simply had low EQ and didn’t know how to joke, or he was deliberately doing this to disgust him.

Horus and Abaddon both became running dogs of Chaos. Isn’t this the biggest irony?

Horus remained silent in anger, his hands restless, wishing he could lead his troops into the Warp right now, drag out Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster and kill him on the spot.

“In that case, then everyone should clean up their own mess. The loyalists will stay on Terra, and the rebels will clean up their own mess and kill their own Chaos rebels.”

Mortarion spoke in his unique tone with heavy breathing. He was always gloomy and his relationship with the Emperor was not very good.

The only person I can still admire is Horus.

If Horus wanted to rebel, Mortarion would most likely follow suit, but judging from the current situation, it is impossible for him, the big brother, to rebel again.

So Mortarion had to follow suit and prove his loyalty like Horus.

With Mortarion taking the lead, Primarchs such as Fulgrim, Perturabo, and Angron all expressed their willingness to personally lead their troops to kill the rebels and wash away the shame that did not exist on them.

In an instant, the bloodlust of the Primarchs echoed in the Warp, causing a huge tsunami. The Chaos rebels in the Warp could clearly hear the voices of these Primarchs.

Each Astartes rebel could hear the voice of their respective Primarch, which threw them into extreme panic.

A fear of being liquidated is getting closer and closer to me!

“How is this possible! There is no way that old guy can be resurrected…”

In the Black Legion flagship, Abaddon covered his ears in a state of emotional collapse. Being in the warp, they could indeed easily hear all kinds of secrets.

But at the same time, they will also feel the cramped, painful, and maddening fear of death at this moment.

He heard that the long-dead Horus wanted to kill him to wash away the shame of betraying the empire, and felt the strong desire for killing in Horus’ heart.

Abaddon knew that he had never received the expectations and attention of the Four Chaos Gods from the beginning to the end. In everyone’s mind, only Horus was the best Chaos Warmaster.

He was just a barely serviceable substitute.

The deceased Chaos Warmaster Horus died heroically at the hands of the Emperor’s sword, becoming a hero in the hearts of every Chaos warrior.

The resurrected Imperial Warmaster Horus will settle accounts with these traitors who betrayed the Empire and pick up the banner of justice again, while they will be swept into the garbage dump of history. “Damn it! What on earth did the Corpse King use to bring Horus back to life? He was dead a long time ago and there is no way he can come back to life!”

Abaddon roared like a madman.

Corpse Emperor and False Emperor are both derogatory terms for the Divine Emperor used by the forces of chaos, and the most commonly used insulting term is Corpse Emperor.

What happened during this period was simply a mystery to the Chaos forces. Guilliman suddenly revived, a second sun appeared in the Warp, and now a group of long-dead Primarchs appeared.

All these puzzling and strange signs made Abaddon wonder whether the Emperor did not kill the rebellious Primarchs at all, but just hid them.

Abaddon was not the only one who felt fear. Several other fallen demon primarchs also heard similar voices.

Someone wants to kill them to atone for the sins of the former Imperial Primarch Legion and wash away the shame.

Although every Demon Primarch thought that this was fake and was most likely some trick played by the Corpse King, it still made them feel impatient and flustered.

……

At this moment, the Primarchs such as Horus who arrived at the Palace of Terra had their identities verified.

Led by High Lord Councillor Dark Mir, the Primarchs came to the Golden Throne and looked up at the God-Emperor sitting on the throne.

Looking at the withered skeleton, Horus and other Primarchs fell into mournful silence.

In their impression, the emperor is always a young and vigorous lord full of divinity and power.

But this God-Emperor sitting on the golden throne doesn’t look divinity at all. It’s no exaggeration to say that he is an evil god!
However, no one would criticize or question the God-Emperor at this time. They knew what sacrifices the God-Emperor had made for the Human Empire.

There is a hideous broken web under the Golden Throne. The evil gods and demons in the Warp can emerge from this channel and descend directly from the high-dimensional space to the real universe to kill.

This broken hole in the webway was accidentally broken by Magnus, and this fatal unintentional act forced the Emperor to use his own body to block the gap.

He was seriously injured after beheading Horus, sat on the Golden Throne and blocked the Webway, and endured the pain of his soul and body being separated for ten thousand years. In addition, the spiritual power of humans brought confusion to the God-Emperor’s consciousness.

This is what led to the Divine Emperor becoming the horrible state he is in now.

Horus looked at the God-Emperor in front of him, as if he saw a gradually declining sun. He could feel that the Emperor of this universe had reached his limit and might collapse at any time.

The commander of the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence stood aside, staring intently at the group of Primarchs in front of them, guarding against any moves they might make.

“Father, we…are back!”

Horus held it in for a long time before finally saying this to the God-Emperor. What else could he say to comfort the poor old man with high amputation in front of him?

The empire is in decline, he is orphaned, he kills his own successor, the forces of chaos invade, his life’s work, the web road plan, has failed, humanity is about to perish, the universe is heading for collapse…

His burden is too heavy.

Horus’ call did not cause any reaction from the God-Emperor who was in the stasis field. The God-Emperor remained motionless throughout the whole process, but his silence was also a response to Horus.

Mortarion raised his head, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He had been deliberately trained by alien wizards since he was a child, so he was very sensitive to psychic power. He could feel how powerful the psychic power of the skeleton on the golden throne was.

It was a terrifying force that could get out of control at any time, sweeping everything and completely destroying everything. This had never happened to the Emperor before.

The extremely ominous and terrifying aura made Mortarion subconsciously take half a step back.

He was really afraid that the God-Emperor would not be able to control this surging psychic power in the next second and would blow the entire solar system to ashes.

At this moment, Mortarion finally understood why the Chaos Forces did not rush into Terra in one go. With such an ultimate suicide body around, the evil god would be asking for trouble if he came.

“Father, we will atone for their sins and wash away the shame of the Primarchs.” Horus continued. He did not simply want to atone for himself in this universe.

But to atone for the sins of the entire Moon Wolves.

This designation was once the highest honor of the human empire, but now it has become a black army that is abandoned by everyone.

This was something Horus could not tolerate.

“No, they will pay the price for their actions.”

The words of the God-Emperor seemed to come from a distant world. When Horus came to his senses again, he found that he had been pulled into a subspace projection by the God-Emperor without knowing when.

Here, the God-Emperor looks the same as he did in his youth, completely different from the skeleton on the Golden Throne.

“Father……”

Horus looked at the other party in surprise and couldn’t help wanting to kneel down.

But the God-Emperor shook his head, his eyes full of love and a hint of sadness, and said: “I am not your father. My son Horus was killed by my own hands ten thousand years ago.”

Killing Horus has always been an indelible pain in the heart of the God-Emperor.

If he really had a choice, the God-Emperor would rather shelve the Webway project and focus more on these Primarchs.

If the demise of human civilization is an inevitable outcome, then why should he do meaningless things to hold on, which will end up with father and son killing each other, and relatives being sad and enemies being happy?

The God-Emperor finally felt some comfort in his heart when he saw that his own self in another universe had eliminated suspicion with the Primarchs and that the brothers were united with each other.

At least in countless timelines, not every ending is so bleak and desperate.

“He has already died to atone for his mistakes and faults. You don’t need to atone for their mistakes.”

“Your father has given you orders, just follow them, and the rest will be arranged.”

Unlike what Horus had imagined, the God-Emperor was not angry when he saw him. Instead, he was exceptionally gentle and loving, like an old father meeting his son again after many years.

Horus was filled with grief and wanted to hug his father and cry loudly, but the proud Imperial Warmaster did not allow him to make any overly sentimental gestures.

(End of this chapter)