40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 342 62. Horus, Horus.

You looked at your brother with satisfaction, studying his face carefully.

Finally, finally.He sighed in his heart - he finally no longer has that kind of rational anger, this kind of madness is what you need
He voluntarily lost one arm and used it as a weapon. How brave he was to resist in a desperate situation.The Blood God gave him a blessing for this, but it was not enough, because there was another god who had left help on him in advance.

A shield made of the dead, made of your brother's relatives.Respectable, but they must die completely.

Angron deserves to be angry and eternally angry. You cannot allow him to continue like this. You must help him so that he can see the truth.

By then, he will be on your side.

You smiled and Angron rushed towards you.

It's really unwise, but it's just what you need, his attacks are finally no longer structured.That's good, that kind of rational anger is really hypocritical. Anger should just be anger, without any other desires.

He's disorganized and swings his ax purely on instinct, intent on killing you.You patiently guided him into an even greater rage.

There is nothing better than this. You don't even bother to pay attention to Fulgrim and Corax anymore. There is no need. They can't leave. When you and Angron are finished, it will be their turn.

But you can always hear a voice.

"Father!"

Someone is calling you outside the royal court. It's strange, who would disturb you at this time?You think about it.

You've sent everyone where they belong, and essentially the battle is yours alone and they can't help.So you don't need them to stay here at all, just go out and let your brother's legions stay where they are and not disturb you.

You kept thinking, guiding Angron and listening to the man's voice. He begged you to open the door. He had something to say to you.

It's really strange, why is his voice so familiar?

Is it important?

No, it's not important.The voice that always spoke, as soft as a feather, said this.

really?
Of course it's true, you just need to--

--"Father!"

Here it is again, his voice is here again, why does he sound so familiar.Who is he?No, who are you?

Who am I?

fighting!Continue fighting!
Another voice roared, coming from afar, like thunder, like swords clashing against each other.He sounded eager, as if he was desperate for something.

It was interrupted by a feathery voice that, for some reason, sounded like it was smiling.

"It's so interesting that a puppet with only memories can be affected by a soul. I underestimated you, Luperkar. In that case, go and see for yourself to identify who that voice is. I look forward to it. How you will perish."

With laughter, it gradually goes away, and you
No, the world in front of me became clear for the first time, like a veil being torn off, like a blind man finally being able to see the world with his own eyes.Everything feels so strange, where am I?Is this my royal court?Why do you look so strange, my brothers?
Emperor.

What have I done? ——
Horus Luperkar suddenly stopped moving and stood sluggishly as if the strings on a puppet had been pulled off.The Worldbreaker should have faced the trajectory of the blood ax head-on to resist it, but now it stayed stiffly in his hand, not even being lifted.

The cruel and twisted giant ax cut deeply into his armor, and debris that looked more like the blood of a living creature flew out than metal.

Horus stared at all this in a daze, his head tingling and blood pouring out of his nose.He stumbled back a few steps, and started to avoid Angron's attack at a loss.

That posture was more of an escape than a dodge.But the Nucerians were obviously unwilling to let him go like this. A blood-stained roar like thunder sounded from his chest, and the left hand holding the ax was being covered bit by bit with the blood on the giant axe.

Horus saw this scene, and the chaotic and one-sided memories were activated by the ominous power lingering on them. They flashed through his mind like lightning - in an instant, his whole body trembled, and he finally understood what he had done. .

So, when Angron swung his ax at him again, he did not dodge.

He chose to reach out and stop the axe, using his right hand instead of the damn lightning claw.Horus gritted his teeth, and the cold power of darkness secretly moved deep in his bones. He wanted to help him, but he immediately refused.

On his own, he forcefully snatched the ax from Angron's hand and threw it far away, embedding it into the wall.

"Don't touch it! It will make you like me. Don't touch it, brother!" Horus shouted hoarsely to Angron.

He wanted to cry, but his tear glands could only flow out rotten pus, which made him more and more afraid - Father, what have I become?
The gladiator didn't listen at all. How could he listen at this moment?Any sound was blocked, and the blood almost obscured everything, forcing him to continue rushing towards Horus.

The Shepherd God did not want to continue fighting, but the weakness emerging from his body told him that some things must be resolved immediately, otherwise it will be too late.
Otherwise it will be absolutely too late.

The sneaky darkness was punishing him for his refusal.Horus gasped, and knocked Angron to the ground with a wave of his hand, then stepped forward and grabbed his neck - he could no longer tangle with Angron, he was already close to death.
Horus turned his head and vomited out a large mouthful of blood. It was red and belonged to humans. It was filled with the smell of blood and was not the stench of subspace.

It's too late, it's really going to be too late.

"Don't forgive me, brother, but don't hate me either, this is not me. Not me." Horus clenched his hands sadly, causing Angron to fall into a coma.

He stood up and began stumbling toward the door.People outside were still shouting and knocking on the door.He already recognized who that voice was.

Fulgrim and Corvus Corax looked at him with different expressions. The former was angry and crazy, while the latter was silent, with vigilance and complicated melancholy on his face.As Horus walked, he vomited another mouthful of blood.An idea arose in his mind, and he turned to look at Angron. As if to confirm that he could do this, he suddenly clenched his right hand.

Black mist swept in, obscuring Angron, and when it disappeared, the gladiator was gone.

"Traitor, traitor!" Fulgrim yelled at him angrily, trying to pounce on him, but was unable to move due to the restraints of Corax, but he was still roaring.

"I'm going to kill you, Horus! You don't deserve to live!"

The Warmaster looked at him with a lump in his throat.He wanted to say something, but the memories that flooded him prevented him from saying anything.He lowered his head, avoiding Fulgrim's gaze, and then looked at Corax a few seconds later.

"I'll take you to the hangar. Don't look back, Corax," Horus said. "You can't fight him now. Run, go back to Terra, and warn father."

Raven sighed deeply.

"Can you still be saved?"

"No more, brother," said Horus. "I'm already dead, but it's not too late now, I can still-"

He closed his mouth and swallowed the mouthful of blood at the same time. He was unwilling to show weakness in front of his little brother, but just put on a strong posture and let the darkness sweep them away.

However, after doing this, he immediately fell to the ground and started breathing heavily.He struggled, trying to get rid of this influence and stood up. Black dust stained his armor and face, and the feeling of being blinded by a veil came again.

The cold deep in his bones became stronger and stronger, and even began to harm his originally strong body.Horus just felt like a dying old man, his body was broken, and even breathing was accompanied by severe pain.

No, there's one more thing, there's one more thing I haven't finished yet.

Horus gritted his teeth, struggled to control that power, and resisted their influence, allowing the original royal court gate to reappear.A man quickly opened the door and stumbled in.

He was covered in blood and had a huge gash in his armored belly.The first thing he saw was Horus lying on the ground, and he ran towards him.

"Father, Terra, father" Ashmand cried and knelt beside him, helplessly helping him up.

Horus looked at him weakly and slowly exhaled a breath of air, which was cold and as warm as death.

"Don't cry," Horus said softly. "This is not the work of a warrior, Ashimand."

"It's all my fault, father, it's all my weakness. If I could have done it earlier—"

"——What nonsense are you talking about?" Horus laughed. "This is not your fault, and you are not weak at all. I have told you many times, remember my words, Ashimand, this will be the last time."

He vomited a large mouthful of blood and his face began to turn pale.

It's almost transparent white.Dark power surged beneath the skin, veins bulged, and began to beat to some indescribable drumbeat.Storms and lightning surged in his eyes, so terrifying, but Ashmand did not flinch at all.

"I am ruined, my son," Horus spoke slowly. "So is I, so is my honor and merit, and so are you. I am ruined, and after this, a monster will rise from my corpse."

"It will do evil all day long, and will wear my skin and do cruel things in my name. Loken and Torgadon have done a good job, they stay away from me. But Abaddon, this stubborn and stupid boy, wants to take Everyone has stepped into the abyss with me, I can't interfere with his choice, I have no time, but you are different."

He reluctantly raised his right hand and grabbed Eichmand's hand.

"You are different, my son." He repeated, the storm in his eyes became brighter and brighter, blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, and the blood was almost dry.

"Father!" Eichmand shouted in panic. "I'll call the pharmacist. You'll be fine."

"Listen to me." Horus held him down with a wry smile. "I'm hopeless, so at least hear me out, okay? I-"

He coughed several times, blood splattered, and then breathed heavily for a moment before continuing to speak.

"——I will send you away. I still have the strength to do it. You must live as a witness and a narrator. I know this is selfish, but I have no other way."

"You have to tell everyone the complete truth. This is my last selfish wish, Ashimand. Complete it. And never come back again. You are the last Son of Horus."

He let go of his hand, and black mist swept in, wrapping up Ashmand who was unwilling to leave, as well as the Emperor's Son, Raven, Warhound, and Luna Wolf who were still fighting on the Spirit of Vengeance.

He did this very carefully and gently. He sent them to an unguarded hangar or directly to a certain plane. The Vengeful Spirit was no longer the ship he was familiar with. It is an altar, a realm, completely surrendered to Him.

In his last moments, Horus Luperkar lay alone in his court, thinking of a ring and the past.

Father.

I'm very sorry.

　update completed.

　　I don’t have a knife, can’t you think of it?It's quite warm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)