Motarian was going to kill Horus.

He's going to kill Horus!

Inside the shattered window, the trio scuffled, and Conrad let out a bitter screech, and the chains that stretched out from the subspace almost materialized, wrapping around his neck, pulling him hard in an attempt to make him retreat into the shadows.

Outside the window, the ripples of the Supreme Heaven spread layer by layer, the treacherous waves washed over the fleet, and the corpses of the ships swayed and undulated in the turbulence of subspace, and if any of them glanced out the window, they would immediately realize that the fleet of the warlord was retreating.

But the primordials who were fighting together couldn't tell so much, and the giant scythe slashed across the ground and slashed through Horus's abdomen, black blood splattered, and Horus laughed, and together with the chains that locked Koz, he kicked away from Conrad, who was biting at him.

The Warlord stood up and swung his lightning claws to stop Motarion's scythe.

He's already won! He's the one who really took advantage of Chaos, just look at Conrad and the inhuman Motarian who is about to be dragged into hell! Horus's pupils reflect a burning Cadia, and the planet's uppermost atmosphere has been ignited, and there are less than five seconds left - the flames will reach the surface!

He even got nervous, what if Khan managed to take that monster away? But no, it won't! From beginning to end, there was no news of the battleship successfully leaving Cadia.

As soon as that monster blew itself up, the channel would be cut off, and he could stop the Emperor from the dark side of the Empire!

And the rebels who came to support them will also be reduced to nothing - Killiman, Anglon, Machado...... He finally killed them!

When all is over, Terra, who retains the Forbidden Army and the Fist of the Empire, will once again be the strongest faction on the Empire's surface.

- Everything, everything is over!

Horus laughed, he saw Conrad who had been knocked away by him, pulled by the chains around his neck, blood spurting from his mouth, flying towards the darkness, he saw Motarian raise his scythe and slash at his skull without any defense, he saw Cadia blazing, he saw the turbulent battlefield - Horus's pupils constricted, he saw the gods who had given him strength.

And then it was, and then it was -

He saw the sun he had been thinking about for a long time.

Why are you here now, father?

Horus's eyes shone with gold, and he saw that the Motarian in front of him was covered with a faint layer of shining gold, but he ...... But he didn't?!

Why?! Why, did he do it wrong, no! No, no, no, no!

[-Give me a fucking fuck out!] 】

Motarian scolded hoarsely, "Old immortal! Get off me!! 】

He felt a sense of control—something Motarian was already familiar with, from Nacre, to Nurgle—and his so-called "fathers" always loved it!

Motarian wielded his scythe, why did his so-called "fathers" always want to do bad things to him? He's had enough! He's had enough!!

He's killing traitors! Why don't you let him continue?!

The scythe in his hand slashed a full moon in the air and slashed at Horus, who was visibly panicked, and Horus met the blow in embarrassment, and the wolf god screamed behind Mortarian, crying out in despair,

[Listen to me explain—no, I'm just—]

A round of blazing golden circles reflected on Horus leaning against the bulkhead, pupils trembling as he stared at the view behind Mortarian, the shadow of the Pale Lord obscuring the light shining on Horus, and in three seconds, Mortarian raised his scythe again.

He wouldn't listen to Horus, Motarian sneered, the arrogant guy - he would never give the slightest "big picture" for his poor, insignificant heir.

Behind the small battlefield is the battlefield of thousands of giant ships, and behind them, the gods are fighting.

If they covet the commander's fleet, then they must pay the price.

The countdown had begun, and on Cadia, Tarasin tightened the last pipe, filling the Blackstone Obelisk Tower with blazing heat, and Necronomicon was running at maximum capacity.

In the High Heavens, the Lord of Humanity swung his sword burning with golden flames, and with ten thousand years of faith, slashed at the false gods, who screamed and scattered in all directions, trying to escape the area—

But behind them, Golden Flame grabbed them.

The Lord of Change was the first to act, and he knew it well, and he threw down the burned parts, and the power he had been immersed in began to fade rapidly.

The Lord of Corruption frantically threw down the hot pot of soup that had been burned by the flames, and in a panic he retrieved the seed he had sprinkled in the Eye of Fear, only to choose to leave after being scorched by the flames.

The Brass Lord roared from his throne, but the pool of blood tumbling beneath his feet quickly receded.

The sleeping Slaanesh was not here.

In the presence of the rising sun, the ghosts were gone, and the ugly, the filthy, were all burned—pain, and he brought pain and weakness to them.

He brings short, precious, undisturbed time to humanity.

The Lord of Humanity stood, his eyes shining with gold, the sword hanging from his hand blazing with flames, he looked at his followers, his humans, every human spirit was ethereal in the subspace, like golden jellyfish—

Their end should not be here.

He lowered his eyes, and the sun shone equally on everyone.

I'm sorry, Lupecar.

Horus stumbled, his laughter long since turned into a bitter cry, he pleaded, but only the false gods answered him.

In front of him, the golden light on Motarian's body became brighter and brighter, but the Pale Lord's movements did not delay in the slightest, Motarian almost burned in the golden flames, and the great pain was tearing Motarian apart, but Motarian would not give in!

The Pale Lord's scythe struck harder than heavy, striking at Horus, tearing flesh off and heading straight for his head.

He's going to kill him! Whoever comes to stop Motarian from killing Horus - he is selfish and will be avenged, but at the same time, no traitor who has fallen into chaos can survive!

No – no no no! Father! What exactly did he do wrong? Could it be that Motarian is really loyal? No, how is this possible?! Horus screamed that he couldn't breathe! Just thinking about the sins you have committed—no! No! No, no, no!

Conrad shrieked, he tugged at the chain around his neck, he knelt on the ground, his head tilted back, and he leaned back into the darkness, a broken and blurred figure reflected between his white pupils - no, no, no! The place where he fell was not hell!

Other beings in the subspace locked him in!

No—he would never—fall—save—save—save—

[Motarian!! Save ......] Save [...... Sai] Save ...... I......

[Dead !!! 【No-listen to me-】

+ Puppet Emperor, I spurn your violence-+

On the burning and sinking ship, the mortal soldier glowed all around, blood flowed from his forehead, and he shouted—

"For the Emperor!!"

"Don't mom, Tarasin, open."

On the throne of blackstone, Hades said.

In front of him, Tarasin, who had persuaded him again, stopped his mouth, and the space necro looked at Hades calmly, and layers of pipes stretched out from Hades's body and into the inside of the black stone obelisk, like the giant palm of the Hades reaching out to the mortal world.

Expressionless, Tarasin pulled down the brake in front of him.

Throat!

A trace of extremely fine black burst like a thunderbolt -

！！！！

The Underworld Has Arrived!!

Above the blazing Cadia, the Black Tide tumbled and poured out, spreading smoothly in a ball like a two-dimensional chemical, quickly engulfing the small half of the violently burning Cadia, and greedily expanding beyond the void.

Within the Eye of Fear, countless blackstone obelisks buzzed at the same time, and the spires gathered pitch-black lightning bolts, as if to welcome their true owners.

As he hurried to the Ultramarines in Cadia, Killiman stood up in shock, he raised his hands, his hands were shining with golden light, and Robert Killiman was shining at the moment.

Beside him, so did Angron, not only the original body, but also the space marines, and mortals were also surrounded by a layer of golden light.

[This is the ...... What's going on? 】

Killiman asked softly, and Angron, beside him, looked at him with a complicated expression,

[Looks like we're not catching up.] 】

The two primordials looked up in unison, and behind the portholes, they saw pitch-black hollows erupting in the distance.

Countless black threads seemed to be two-dimensional products, piercing through the bulkheads, flashing around them like an arc of lightning.

Killiman reached out to touch the black lines—but Angelon pulled him back, and the Lord of the Red Sands shook his head and looked into the battlefield beyond.

The two-dimensional darkness swept smoothly, silently, with irretrievable determination, on the chaotic battlefield, the false gods who abandoned their armor and lost their helmets screamed, the golden flames burned, and they also retreated, but they stood still at a distance, no longer taking a step back.

That's the biggest difference between him and them.

The Lord of Men stabbed his blade from the High Heavens, and he fell to his knees and hung his head, and the sun rose from behind him, and the flames burned from the blades that were inserted into the ground.

All that has not fled, that which is not blessed, will pass away.

Dense, a pitch-black void soon poured into the battlefield of the giants, people fell dizzily and collapsed to the ground, the giant ships began to glide by inertia and the established program, and for a while, the explosion of countless friendly ships colliding with each other lit up.

But people can only watch.

Aboard the Vengeful Spirit, Motarian let out a death-like howl, and he felt the looming Black Tide—no—Tarasin had failed! Hades is dead! No! No! No!!!

No!

He failed!

Motarian strode forward, now he was like a real ghost, the golden flames were steaming on him, the frost was melting, and he slashed at Horus, who couldn't accept the reality!

On the side, Conrad, screaming and struggling in despair, finally lost his strength, and he was pulled by the chain around his neck and dragged into the complete abyss.

The last scream on his lips brushed in Motarian's ear—

【Save ......】

+ Stop. +

In Motarian's eyes, fireworks lit up that belonged to him, and the scythe swung down, and the edge flickered with a cold dead silence.

Opposite him, the golden light reflected around Horus had dissipated, leaving only darkness—he had arrived—and it was finally over.

The scythe swung through Horus's frightened mouth, his mouth wide open, and black blood joined in dots in the air—all while the darkness finally engulfed him.

All right.

Motarian's eyes were full of darkness, and he stumbled and tried to turn around, but it was still darkness, darkness, that endless darkness.

Failed.

He failed.

Great despair engulfed Motarian,

No...... No, no, no, no...... A desperate smile tugged at the corners of the Pale Lord's mouth.

Blind, he stared at the pitch-black Cadia.

A world without psionic species...... Here it comes...... There was no more wizard he hated......

All filthy garbage...... Let's die with him......

Motarian made a near-death clicking sound in his throat, but he hadn't—

Bang!!!

The massive body of the original body slammed into the ground with a loud bang.

Everything was quiet, everything was pitch black - no, it should be said, those souls were quiet,

All that was left was the flame burning silently.

The physical world is still running steadily, and the battleships are still sailing in front of the collapsed armor and broken glass all over the ground.

The exhaust fan is still roaring.

Farther away, Cadia burned, still slowly spinning at its established rotational speed.

All the wreckage of the Supreme Heaven was swallowed up and ceased to exist, and the half-kneeling king drooped golden tears, the flames burned fiercely, and the black tide stopped in front of him.

"Huh...... Ha...... Ha ......"

On the throne of blackstone, Hades gasped as he hung down and barely propped himself up on the blackstone chair, feeling his own presence grow huge—vast—he "saw" the creatures, but Hades saw them, they didn't disappear.

Is it Neos...... When did he become so powerful......

Hades was puzzled, and in a sharp pain, he ate the chaotic corpses on the ground, expanding disorderly, chasing the fleeing cowards.

He eroded the golden light around the human souls, but he didn't touch their insides, and the golden light slowly dissipated, and soon, darkness seeped in—

"That's it!"

Tarasin shouted, slamming back on the gate.

"Hiss!!"

Hades, who was forcibly propped up by the Black Domain, slammed into his breath like a drowning man, his remaining pupils dilated, staring vacantly at the sky, and what little consciousness he had left was fading.

But...... He didn't seem to kill the innocent people?

Hades' consciousness dissipated, and in his blurred vision, Taracin came up, shook Hades, and shouted not to sleep.

No, he's too sleepy.

So Hades went to sleep.

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Small follow-up:

Motarian woke up to a cacophony.

He opened his eyes and saw the restless Killiman and Angelon, and the Pale Lord was silent, he straightened up, turned his head, and saw Vaux, whose face had been cut in half, and Callas, who was silent.

Motarian's circle told him that he had been summoned again.

[Prepare the boat, I'm going to Cadia. 】

Motarian was tired, he was exhausted, he had forgotten how he had gotten Killiman and Angelon out, all he remembered was that he stumbled off the death guard's airship and stood on the only intact piece of land in Cadia.

At this time, just over an hour after the silence was gone.

In front of him, the dilapidated black stone tower was running slowly, maintaining order after the tide receded.

The creatures of the subspace were even more difficult to move here, and Motarian held on, gritting his teeth, and staggered towards the doorway of the blackstone obelisk - he was going to ask the damn alien - why? Why?!

Bang!

Motarian fell to the ground, a great sense of repulsion squeezing him, and he crawled to the door of the blackstone obelisk.

He saw that Tarasin was manipulating the machine to carry a figure he was familiar with.

【You ......】

Alien twisted his head and his eyes shone brightly,

"There will be a date later."

Damn it......

Motarian fainted.

He was once again banished back to subspace.

(End of chapter)