"But I'm still a clone." Horus said.

The emperor took a breath, as if he was trying to persuade something, but in the end he seemed to swallow back what he wanted to persuade.

In the end, he just stared at Horus and said sternly: "I don't want to have a debate with you about whether you are or not Horus, the empire needs you now, and you need to take on the responsibilities you should assume." ”

"Your words sound like you're conscripting." Horus lowered his head, "The Tyrone Army's recruitment advertisements don't say so dryly that Tyrone needs you, that the Lord of Tyrone needs you, or that humans need you. ”

The emperor was silent for a moment, also lowered his head, and said slowly: "Okay." I don't know about you yourself, but I think you are Horus, at least functionally the same, because you also now have the essence of being abandoned by your being, and by my standards for the primordial, you are Horus. ”

"Essence?" Horus looked up, his eyes full of doubt.

"Yes." The Emperor glanced at all the original clones present, "The flesh of all the original bodies was given by me, and their essence is still subspace. ”

Horus pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Are the true Primordials who have rebelled because their essence is inclined to one of the gods, such as Magnus to Tzeentch?" ”

"Not really." The Emperor explained, "The primordial beings who have ascended are already part of the gods, just like the demons you see, and it has nothing to do with what they are. ”

"Then ...... they," Horus looked back at Mortarian and Magnus, as well as the other rebellious clones, "can they also have the same essence as their own bodies?" ”

The Emperor also looked at Motarian and them: "It is not to have the same essence, not to clone or copy the essence, but to possess, as the ascended body did when it was not ascended." ”

Horus fell into deep thought.

"Machado is still waiting for me, he can't hold on to the throne for long."

The Emperor was in a trance for a moment, and then, like a real remnant of the past, could no longer speak and think as if he were in the past and the future at the same time, as if he were immersed in a past and unable to extricate himself from it, as if he were immersed in a past from which he could not extricate himself.

"Go to the throne."

As if he had been helped up by something, the emperor slowly got up and walked towards the golden steps that inexplicably appeared behind him.

Horus had never seen such a weak emperor.

He leaned on his sword, dragging his torso, which had been cut open by the power claws, and walked forward slowly.

"Father......" Horus stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to keep him, but the emperor didn't seem to know about his existence at all, and just walked lonely towards the end of the golden steps.

Horus already knew what the outcome of that duel was 10,000 years ago.

The Emperor will, as he always does, not explain or reveal anything to the people he cares about.

This psychic man carries too much reverence and hatred, and in different mouths he is a tyrant, an executioner, a saint, a savior, and those who judge him differently can also come up with convincing stories to prove who they call the emperor to be.

The emperor will not explain anything, will not repent, will not scold.

He walked towards the Golden Throne, silently approaching the terrifying torture machine, he knew of course how he would be tortured if he touched it.

For 10,000 years, countless people have speculated about what the emperor thought about during his last journey into the world.

Perhaps he thought about the future of humanity, and out of love for this species, he sat on the torture machine, just so that humanity could continue to survive for a while.

Perhaps this cold-blooded and cruel tyrant is one with knowledge and action, and not only treats others as tools, but also treats himself as tools, and sits on them as if he were trying to play the role of a tool.

But in any case, the facts that will be presented to humanity in 10,000 years are obvious.

The Emperor sat on the Golden Throne as if he were sitting on a meat grinder, his psionic energy was extracted and used to block the demon's passage into Terra, and the Torch was lit to guide the human race's starships so that humanity could continue to struggle for 10,000 years.

Whatever the future of the human species is......

If extinct, the name emperor is engraved on the tombstone of the human species.

If it continues, the emperor will be sung by individual human beings for generations to come.

"It's over, brothers." Horus turned to look at the other clones, "We're not going to die on this damn ring. ”

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

The corruption inflicted on them also dissipated as the reverberation of Horus itself dissipated, and it was fortunate that all of them were still alive.

"Indeed, at least we won't be doomed." Ahriman lifted the teleporter and looked at Lupelzi, "We should get out of here." The two sides that we have confronted together against the threat are about to start a dispute again. ”

Lupelzi glanced at Ahriman, and then at Horus: "Father, I have not joined the Black Legion, and I have never been loyal to Abaddon, am I still eligible to return to the Legion?" ”

Horus looked at Lupelzi.

Lupelzi was wearing armor from 10,000 years ago, and the livery was even the same as the Legion's Shadow Moon Wolf period, but it was clearly not his armor, but someone else's.

Because in Horus's memory, this warrior named Horus Lupelzi was a Terra-born warrior who joined the Legion after the Legion was renamed the Sons of Horus.

It is true that Lupelzi did not join the Black Army, but he was not a loyalist either.

The armor on his body has mutated from chaos corrosion, and the sword in his hand is a magic sword, with a face and a speech.

Even Lupelzi himself did not dare to claim that he was not corrupted by Chaos.

"The Sixteenth Legion has been destroyed." Horus whispered, "You don't have to return to the Legion again. ”

"No, no......" Lupel shook his head repeatedly, "the legion can still be rebuilt, and with just a call from you, even the fighting brothers who are temporarily loyal to Abaddon and Vashtor will return!" ”

"You've been mutated too much." Horus interrupted Lupelzi.

And when Lupelzi wanted to say something more, Horus scolded: "They will kill you!" Not even the Tyrone could accept a remnant of a renegade legion with a magic sword in hand who had been in the eye of fear for too long! They will kill you! ”

Lupelzi shuddered at Horus's scolding, hesitated for a moment, and slowly retreated to Ahrman's side.

"We'll meet again." Lupelzi saluted just before teleporting away.

When the two Arrimans vanished, Horus looked at the others, "We will continue to lurk here until the Lord of Tyrone returns, and the attack of the fleet can no longer be stopped, and we must continue to fight." ”

(End of chapter)