"You ......"

"You morally inferior and honorless Horus fake!"

The daggers did not completely dispel the remnants of Horus, and although his remnants had been fragmented, they still existed in the form of rotten strips of meat.

This completely non-physical phenomenon proves that Ahriman's plan did work, and that the people were right not to treat Horus as the real Horus in the first place, and that he was indeed an entity of spiritual energy.

But even an aftersound, an entity with a concentration of psionic energy, a false puppet, has terrifying power.

It was only the anger from the remnants of his body that bound Clone Horus in place, leaving him unable to move, resist or struggle.

The intense torrent of psionic energy made Clone Horus feel like he was almost being dragged into subspace, and he even saw countless hallucinations.

In addition to the hallucination, it is the pain of the conscious mind being stripped away, as if the flesh is being peeled off layer by layer.

When Kronhorus felt that he could no longer hold on, and that his soul would be torn to pieces by psionic energy, he suddenly felt a warm power.

Suddenly opening his eyes, he realized that he was in a subspace.

The distorted environment, which does not conform to the rules of real physics, is the best illustration of the environment.

But instead of fear and pain, Kronhorus felt a warm glow.

A golden round object emitted a glow that made it difficult for Clone Horus to open his eyes, and slowly descended, approaching him.

"Father......" Clone Horus exhaled softly.

The golden orb, which instantly reminded Horus of the Lord of Tyrone's description of the emperor in the subspace.

Sun.

It glows golden, but it's cold.

Unlike what the Lord of Tyrone described, Clone Horus felt warmth.

He froze until the ball slowly fell to the point where Kronhorus felt hot, and he had grown accustomed to the harsh light and tried his best to look directly at the orb in front of him.

It wasn't a golden sun at all.

It was an abomination-looking thing.

The orb itself was an eyeball glowing with golden light, and countless smaller eyes spread around the large eyeball like moss covering the walls.

And behind those eyeballs, there are huge wings that slowly unfold.

"Angels?" Clone Horus instantly searched his brain for where he had seen the.

It was the appearance of a so-called angel engraved on a historical relic by humans in the extremely ancient times of Terra.

It's not a beautiful man with wings, but a monster with wings, and it looks terrifying.

The angel in front of him was indeed hateful and terrifying, but he could not make Clonalhorus feel even the slightest wariness or horror, because the light released by the angel was so warm.

It's like the will and soul are taking a nap around a cozy campfire.

The angel looked directly at Clone Horus.

Clone Horus looked at the angel.

The huge wings slowly unfurled, and the light became more dazzling and warm.

Then the psionic energy that bound Clone Horus dissipated instantly, and everything in front of him disappeared with it, replaced by the environment he was in.

But that's not because the angels did anything.

In Clone Horus's eyes, a black figure with wings on its back stood in front of him.

And the remnants of his body have been torn to shreds and gradually faded away.

"Corax!" Killiman, who was the first to come to his senses, yelled at Horus, "It's Corax!" Just now, he completely dispelled the remnants of your body and saved you! It's Corax! ”

Killiman didn't want Horus, who had just recovered his strength, to think that the crow demon was an enemy, so he shouted to remind Horus.

But Horus himself didn't have any hostility towards the crow demon, and he also saw the "demon" give the final blow to his body at that moment.

It's just that he can't believe that the thing in front of him is Corax.

Corax glanced at Horus, didn't say anything, and disappeared without a trace in the next second.

Even his clone doesn't know where he's gone.

The elusiveness is the characteristic of the receptive Korax, who looks different every time he appears, and no one can find out where he goes.

The reverberation of Horus itself was gone.

The body of Corax is nowhere to be seen.

Psionic Shock is no longer continuous.

The battle is over.

The feeling of relief almost made Horus, the clone of the original clone, stand still, but the clone Colax, who was rushing from behind, held him up.

At this time, Horus realized that his body was like charcoal that had been burned, and there were obvious signs of burning, but his body was covered with frost.

But this is not the end of the matter, everyone still needs to deal with another person, and that is the remnants of the emperor.

"Ahem—"

The emperor coughed up psionic blood from his mouth, and there were some golden steps under him, and he slowly sat on the steps, holding his sword to make sure he didn't lie down.

However, as a psionic remnant, the emperor was obviously not uncomfortable because the injuries on his body were affecting his physical body, but because he was also dissipating.

A little bit of golden light slowly rises into the sky like raindrops falling backwards.

As an echo of the far-reaching and earth-shattering duel created in the subspace 10,000 years ago, when the remnants of Horus dissipate, the Emperor will also be part of the raging sea of souls in the subspace.

He himself came from the sea of souls.

But the Emperor's essence is not incapable of manipulating this psionic entity in the past or in the future.

"You killed it, Horus." The Emperor looked at Horus, "You have dispelled the reverberation of your body, you are steadfast, wise, strong...... Your performance just now proves that you have these good qualities. ”

"I'm not Horus." Horus put the dagger back at his waist, "I am only a clone of your sixteenth heir, born at the hands of a vicious bastard. ”

He never thought of himself as the real Horus, like the other protoclones.

They may not be able to accept it, but they all have to admit that they were made by a vicious bastard named Fabius in a forbidden way.

"It was I who indirectly influenced Fabius." The Emperor gasped weakly, "Of the many rebukes you have received from me in the battle just now, at least this is something I have to admit. ”

Horus frowned, he couldn't believe that the emperor had really influenced Fabius.

He was angry and helpless because he was both a clone of a wretched sinner and a traitor born in the eyes of others as the son of an odious emperor.

"In the current empire, if someone wants to clone the original body, his fate will be terrifying to me." The Emperor looked at Horus and said, "You are my proud masterpiece, and you could not have been born at the hands of a traitor casually. ”

(End of chapter)