You look at your brother with satisfaction, and you look closely at his face.

Finally, finally. I sighed in my heart - he finally stopped having that kind of intellectual anger, this kind of madness is what you need

He voluntarily lost an arm and used it as a weapon, how brave he was to resist in a desperate situation. The blood god blessed him for this, but it was not enough, because there was another god who had left a helping hand on him in advance.

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

Angron deserves to be angry and eternally angry, you can't allow him to go on like this, you have to help him, so he can see the truth.

Then he will be on your side.

You laugh, and Angron rushes at you.

It's not wise, but it's exactly what you need, and his attacks are finally out of order. That's good, the kind of anger that keeps your sanity is so hypocritical, and anger is supposed to be just anger, without any other desires.

He's disorganized, wielding an axe completely instinctively, wanting to put you to death. You patiently guided him into a greater rage.

There's nothing better than that, you don't even bother to distract yourself from observing Fogham and Corax, there's no need, they can't leave until you and Angron are done, and it's their turn.

But you can always hear a voice.

"Father!"

Someone is calling you outside the door of the royal court, strange, who will disturb you at this time? You think about it.

You've sent everyone where they're supposed to be, and essentially, this battle is yours alone, and they can't help. So you don't need them here at all, you just need to go out and let your brother's legion stay where you are and don't bother you.

You keep thinking, guiding Angeland while listening to the man's voice, he begs you to open the door, he has something to say to you.

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

Does this matter matter?

No, it doesn't matter. So said the voice that spoke often, as soft as a feather.

Are you sure?

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

- "Father! ”

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

Who am I?

Fight! Keep fighting!

Another voice roared, coming from afar, like thunder, like swords colliding with each other. It sounds like a longing, as if it's desperate for something.

It was interrupted by a soft, feathery voice that sounded like a smile for some reason.

"It's funny that a puppet with only memories can be affected by a piece of soul. I'm underestimating you, Lupecar. In that case, then you can see for yourself, to find out who that voice is, and I look forward to how you will die. ”

With laughter, it fades away while you

No, for the first time, the world before me was clear, like a thin veil being torn off, like a blind man who can finally see the world with his own eyes. Everything is so strange, where am I? Is this my royal court? Why do you look so strange, my brothers?

Emperor.

What have I done? ——

Horus Lupecar stopped abruptly and stood in place as if the strings had been torn off the puppet's body. The Worldbreaker should have met the path of the Blood Axe head-on to fend off, but now it was stiff in his hands, not even lifted.

The brutally twisted axe slashed deep into his armor, splintering like the blood of a living creature more like metal splattered out.

Horus watched all this in a daze, his brain tingling, and blood gushing out of his nose one after another. He stumbled back a few steps and began to dodge Angron's attack in a hurry.

That gesture was not so much dodging as evasion. But the Nukerians were clearly unwilling to let him go, and a blood-stained roar like thunder rang out from his chest, and his axe-wielding left hand was being wrapped in blood from the great axe.

Horus saw this, and the chaotic and one-sided memories were activated by the ominous forces that haunted him, and they struck his mind like lightning—and in an instant, he shuddered, and he finally realized what he had done.

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

He chose to reach out and stop the axe, with his right hand instead of the damn lightning claw. Horus gritted his teeth, and the cold power of darkness crept into the depths of his marrow, trying to help him, but he immediately refused.

On his own, he snatched the axe from Angron and threw it into the distance, embedded in the wall.

"Don't touch it! It's going to make you just like me, don't touch it, brother! Horus shouted hoarsely at Angeland.

He wanted to shed tears, but the lacrimal glands could only leak putrid pus, which made him even more frightened - Father, what has become of me?

The gladiator didn't listen at all, where could he listen at the moment? Any sound was muffled, and the color of blood obscured almost everything, forcing him to continue rushing towards Horus.

The wolf shepherd didn't want to fight any longer, but the weakness that welled up in his body told him that something had to be resolved immediately, or it would be too late.

Otherwise, it will be absolutely too late.

Those sneaky darkness is punishing him for his refusal. Horus gasped, waved Angrand to the ground, and stepped up to him, grabbing him by the neck - he couldn't tangle with Angron any longer, he was almost there

Horus turned his head and vomited a large mouthful of blood, red, human, smelling of blood and not a stench of subspace.

It's too late, it's really too late.

"Don't forgive me, brother, but don't hate me either, it's not me. Not me. Horus clenched his hands in grief, causing Angron to faint.

He stood up and began to stumble towards the gate. People outside were still shouting and knocking on the door. He had recognized who the voice really was.

Forgrim and Coreus Corax looked at him with different expressions, the former angry and frenzied, the latter silent, wary and complicated.

As Horus walked, he vomited out a mouthful of blood again. A thought rose in his mind, and he turned his head to look at Angeland as if to make sure he could do it, and suddenly clenched his right hand.

The black fog swept in, obscuring Angelang, and when they were gone, the gladiators were gone.

"Traitor, traitor!" Fogrem cursed at him and tried to lunge at him, but he couldn't move because of Corax's restraints, but he still roared.

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

The commander looked at him, his throat choking. He wanted to say something, but the well-up memories kept him out of his mind. He lowered his head, dodging Foggrim's gaze, and then looked at Corax a few seconds later.

"I'll take you to the hangar, don't look back, Koraks." Horus said. "You can't be his enemy now, run, go back to Terra, and warn Father."

Raven sighed deeply.

"Can you still be saved?"

"No, brother." Horus said. "I'm dead, but it's not too late, I'm okay-"

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

However, as soon as he had done so, he fell to the ground and began to gasp violently. He struggled, trying to stand up from the effect, the black dust staining his armor and countenance, and the veil-like sensation of blindfolding returned.

The cold in the depths of his bone marrow grew stronger and stronger, and even began to persecute his otherwise strong body. Horus only felt that he was now like an old man in his old age, his body was broken, and even his breathing was accompanied by severe pain.

No, there's one more thing, I still have one more thing to finish.

Horus gritted his teeth, struggling to manipulate the forces and resist their influence, allowing the original royal gate to reappear. A man quickly slammed open the door and stumbled in.

He was covered in blood and had a large wound in the abdomen of his armor. The first thing he saw was Horus lying on the ground and ran towards him.

"Father, Terra, Father," Eichmander wept and knelt beside him, helplessly helping him up.

Horus looked at him weakly and exhaled a slow breath of air, cold and with a dead man's temperature.

"Don't cry." Horus said softly. "It's not a warrior's doing, Eichmand."

"It's all my fault, father, it's all because I'm too weak. If only I could have sooner—"

"-What nonsense are you talking about?" Horus laughed. "It's not your fault, you're not weak at all, I've said it to you many times, remember my words, Eichmande, 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. The pitch-black power surged beneath the skin, and the green tendons bulged and began to beat along with some indescribable drumbeat. Storm and lightning swelled up in his eyes, so terrifying, but Eichmander did not flinch.

"I've been ruined, my son." Horus spoke slowly. "So I am, so are my honors and merits, and so are you. I was ruined, and after this, a monster would rise from my corpse. ”

"It will do evil all day long, and it will do cruel things in my name in my skin. Lorcan did a great job with Togarton, they stayed away from me. Abaddon is a stubborn stupid boy who wants to take everyone into the abyss with me, I can't interfere with his choice, I don't have time, but you're different. ”

He barely raised his right hand and grabbed Eichmande's hand.

"You're different, my son." He repeated, the storm in his eyes beginning to grow brighter, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and the blood was running dry.

"Father!" Eichmander shouted in panic. "I'll call the pharmacist, you'll be fine."

"Listen to me." Horus held him down, smiling wryly. "There's no cure for me, so at least listen to me, okay? I-"

He coughed a few times, blood splattered, and then gasped for a moment before continuing.

"—I'll send you away, I still have the strength to do it. You have to live, as a witness, as a narrator. I know it's selfish, but I don't have any other way. ”

"You have to tell everyone the truth in its entirety, this is my last selfishness, Eichmandel, to finish it. And never come back, you you are the last son of Horus. ”

He let go of his hand, and the black mist swept in, enveloping Eichmandel, who was reluctant to leave, as well as the Emperor, Raven, War Dog, and Shadowmoon Wolf who were still fighting on the Vengeful Spirit.

He did it with care, gentleness, and he sent them to an unguarded hangar, or directly to a certain plane, and the Spirit of Vengeance was no longer the ship he was familiar with, it was an altar, a realm, completely obedient to him.

At the last moment, Horus Lupecal lay alone in his royal court, thinking of a ring, of the past.

Father.

I'm sorry.

Updated.

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

(End of chapter)