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"Brothers!"

"Latest battle report!"

"The Lord of Tyrone and the body of Killiman have already hit the Dragon Forest Star, and the Lord of Tyrone said that when he comes out, there will be a way to weaken the barrier, and victory in the war is close at hand!"

In the gloomy underground caverns, Horus excitedly told the clone brothers about the latest battle situation.

Most of the protoclones were excited, with the exception of a few protoplasms, including Perturabo and Coz.

But it's just exciting, because the latest good news has nothing to do with the situation the clones are facing right now, and no matter how fast the victory progresses, it won't be able to help the clones solve their predicament right away.

In the dark hollows of the earth, the clones sat together.

In the center of them were scattered maps and documents, which had nothing to do with the Siege of Terra, and the clones had no time to grind their hearts and minds.

Outside there was the sound of artillery fire, roars.

The Chaos reinforcements that are gradually occupying the Iron Ring have forced the clones to face them head-on, and there is no way to retreat.

Faced with human enemies from various forces, the only war resources at their disposal are the skinless ones who worship the emperor, and the Iron Warrior wargang slaves who are forced to run around in the iron ring and end up running into them.

Without loyal legionnaires and strong logistical supplies, it is the ultimate demonstration of their ability to build a defensive line against the encirclement and cleanup of Chaos reinforcements, and the clones can hold out in the enemy's hinterland.

After a brief moment of exhilaration, Rogdorn stood up and pointed to the map surrounded by his brothers: "We must hold this last line of defense nearby, or we will be killed by the swarming enemy." ”

No one thought Rogdorn was alarmist, the clones were well aware of the situation, and they knew exactly what they were supposed to do.

That is to get out of this underground cavity and fight a defensive battle that requires them to be personally involved in a defensive battle when there is no longer a need for remote communication and command.

So all the clones got up, left the cavern underground, and walked outside.

In the heat of war, the figures of the Chaos warriors who haunted the battlefield were already clearly visible in the vision of the original clones.

There are even knights, two Titans.

The clones possess themselves, as well as the weapons forged by Perturabo and Ferrus, as well as the skinless and slaves who once belonged to the Iron Warriors traitors who are dying every second using those weapons.

"They need respite." Horus looked at Magnus.

The moment he felt Horus's gaze, Magnus knew what he was supposed to do.

He immediately invoked psionic energy, trying to create a psionic zone that the enemy would never be able to cross, delaying for some time.

It wasn't difficult to do this in the Eye of Fear, and even Magnus was strong enough to keep the psionic zone going on for a long time until everyone had rested enough.

In the iron hoop they were in, many opportunities for respite and respite were won by Magnus using his psionic powers.

It's the same this time.

"The psionic energy here ......," Magnus suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

He sensed that the psionic energy in the Eye of Fear had become turbulent, which made him subconsciously slow down the speed at which he grabbed psionic energy.

And when he tried to find out why, the psionic vision replaced everything Magnus saw, and he fell into a state of prophecy in a trance.

In front of him is a field shaped by crystals.

Kiriman and the Lord of Tyrone, a Elven Titan, an Iron Man, they all gathered together.

There seems to have been an argument between the first two, and then the Lord of Tyrone sat on the black throne.

It didn't matter, the important thing was that the psionic energy there was too turbulent, it was like an eye of the storm, and the aetheric storm spread around, even affecting the place where the clones were, Magnus realized that this is why he sensed the anomaly of psionic energy in that moment.

Magnus didn't know that the stormy psionic energy had been instilled by Tzeentch, that he hadn't known about the Ascendation Ceremony, or that the Lord of Tyrone had almost become one of the Chaos Gods.

All he could see was the aftermath.

The ravages of the "Aetheric Storm" formed a projection in the subspace, like a dazzling beacon.

This is the wave and projection caused by something in subspace.

And this overly dazzling and peculiar aetheric storm caught the attention of something else.

Magnus saw that the golden and black masses that were wrestling with each other were attracted by the aether storm, and they were fighting and chasing the waves of the aether, trying to grab the raging power and use it to gain an advantage in the ensuing struggle.

But the battling gold and black didn't make it to their destination, as the Aetherstorm suddenly subsided, and they only ended up nearby.

Where the gold and black of the battle were in reality, Magnus thought, it would be the Eye of Fear.

"Father?"

Intense curiosity filled Magnus's brain, and he couldn't resist exploring it, so he sensed the gold.

The feeling of gold to him was kind, but cold and terrifying.

That must be his own father, Magnus thought.

And the black that wrestled with the gold that represented his father...... Magnus could only feel strangeness, fury, cunning, pleasure, and prosperity in it......

He couldn't have guessed what the black was.

Eventually, Magnus's act of inquiry made his projection in the subspace shine brightly, and the black that wrestled with the gold representing the emperor noticed him.

The bone-chilling cold and fear caused Magnus to cut himself off from the subspace in an instant, but he was still one step too late.

However, when the black was about to consume him, he saw the gold representing his father also rush towards him, and finally intercepted the black thing and "kicked" Magnus away.

"I saw my father fighting with a black mass!"

As the clones waited for Magnus to cast a spell, they suddenly heard the redskin brother yell.

Horus looked nervously at Magnus and saw that the psionic energy was burning like a flame in Magnus's blind and intact eye.

"They are in the past, fighting to the future!"

"They exist at many points in time, past and present, and in the future, engaged in an almost endless battle!"

"It's coming."

The clones looked at each other, not knowing what Magnus was saying.

And Motarian, after being silent for a long time, said: "Sooner or later, fools who play with witchcraft will become like this, there is nothing surprising. ”

"What's coming?" Horus stepped forward to support Magnus, "Calm down, brother, you speak slowly." ”

"The black thing is coming." Magnus looked ahead.

Ahead are attacking Chaos reinforcements, demons and Chaos Space Marines advancing together.

But some of the wizards among them sensed something and turned back.

In the next second, the environment inside the ring began to change, and countless hatches and portholes, as well as a false starry sky, appeared.

The vast steel world inside the ring looked like the inside of a ship, and everyone felt as if they were inside a giant warship.

This was followed by a surging blast of psionic energy, centered on the changing environment, spreading in all directions.

The clones briefly lost consciousness, and when they recovered one by one, they found themselves covered in chaos, and the armor of the new Thunder Warrior on their bodies was even tattered to the point that they could only hide their shame.

The others are gone.

Enemies, Allies...... Those who were not strong enough to withstand the impact were all turned into dust scattered in the changing environment.

After the impact dissipated, a tall, muscular dark figure emerged from the horizon.

It seemed to be immensely large, but as it came into view and got closer, it grew to the size of a normal primordial.

Clone Horus was so frightened that he stopped breathing.

He saw himself.

The other self.

Wearing the black armor that had been mutated, his expression was dazed, his body was lonely, and he walked forward slowly.

And Magnus saw here the embodiment of the black thing in his psionic vision.

"Horus Itself!" Ryan yelled, "How did he come back to life?!" ”

"Didn't he come back to life......"

Magnus understood everything when he saw the figure of Horus.

He already knew about the duel that had taken place on the Vengeful Spirits 10,000 years ago, the Emperor against Horus.

That earth-shattering battle wasn't just two powerful warriors duel on a battleship, but the incredible power and psionic energy that erupted from both sides caused them to fight in the past and in the future at the same time.

Horus was not resurrected.

He is the echo of that far-reaching duel in the past and in the future.

"St. Giles, my brother, you shouldn't stop me."

"I don't want to kill you...... Too, father. ”

"Ferus...... I see you...... Are you here to support my cause? But it was too late, and I was dueling with my father. ”

Horus himself walked forward as he frantically slashed, as if searching for a rival to fight him, and his mouth was filled with inexplicable babbling.

And the claws of Horus, stained with blood and feathers, hung limply and swayed.

(End of chapter)