Chapter 753 Ascending the Throne

Different from the absurd and indescribable atmosphere on the Spirit of Vengeance, deep in the palace under the shield of the void, a strong sense of despair and unwillingness surged upward.

Malcador stood in front of the throne, watching the Emperor close his eyes and endure the pain on the throne, with a huge amount of psychic energy being violently drawn out and poured into the Emperor's body.

If the webway had not been broken, the throne would not have such an exaggerated consumption.

The Emperor exhaled, which sounded more like a groan in Malcador's ears.

Feeling sad for his old friend, Malcador stood in front of the Emperor without saying a word.

Suddenly, a piece of psychic information violently broke into Malcador's mind, which was sent out during the gap between the Emperor's pain.

A rather wonderful perspective, it is impossible to browse all the information with the naked eye alone, and it must be carefully experienced with the psychic eye.

This is Terra, the terrible scars on it make the dead planet bombarded by meteorites pale in comparison, and the barbaric warlords before the Unification War shouted that it could not be replicated.

The city was filled with eight-pointed star formations made of fire and corpses. The laughter of the evil god was mixed in the air. The civilians who were desperately fleeing exploded and died in the corners of hiding because they heard these sounds.

The macroscopic perspective showed the whole picture of Terra. At this moment, Malcador even felt that this was not a battlefield, but a huge festival to please the gods.

From a more microscopic perspective, Malcador heard the inner feelings of every defender who fought to the death, and saw how they made the final aim before the evil demons pounced.

Then there were wailing, the silence of death, and the disgusting sound of demons feasting.

Next was the roar of fighting, the trembling of physiological fear, and the confusion and escape of the end of the war.

"Alas." Malcador sighed. No matter how optimistic he was, he had to admit that the situation had deteriorated to an irreversible situation.

But the next second, the fierce battle suddenly seemed a little calm.

The besieged Iron Warriors retreated steadily, and they huddled in trenches and bunkers to be on guard.

The most surprising thing was that the void shield of the Vengeful Spirit was suddenly removed.

This is a trap.

Malcador could only draw this conclusion from these unreasonable changes.

Who is Horus?

He is the warmaster of the Great Crusade, one of the greatest military strategists of their time, and a strong man chosen by the Four Gods.

Would anyone believe such a crude tactic of luring the enemy?

Malcador asked himself that he would not take risks. At most, he would let the artillery fire of the palace aim at Horus, and then pray that a shell would hit Horus's head.

This is our last chance. The Emperor said slowly that it was only a matter of time before they captured the palace. As long as Horus was alive, the influence of the Four Gods on Terra would not be eliminated.

At the same time, the leadership of the Terran garrison also rushed to the throne room, and they also discovered the strangeness of Horus's command.

Dorn, Sanguinius, Vulcan, and Valdor stood in front of the Emperor, and Jaghatai should also stand here.

However, after the duel with Mortarion, only a corpse remained. His soul was directly exposed to the eyes of the four gods. The Emperor used a lot of strength to reassemble Chagatai's soul and throw him back into his body.

Chagatai would not wake up for a while, but this would not affect the psychological preparation of others to sacrifice in such a critical battle situation.

"In a sense, we have failed." The Emperor looked at his sons and said calmly, "We have all been cursed by those things. Even if we can win today and the Empire continues to survive for hundreds of years, thousands of years, and ten thousand years, it cannot change this fact. The bright road of hope has passed, and only darkness exists everywhere."

The Emperor's words were heavy, and his sons didn't know how to respond. Only Malcador coughed twice.

"We can kill Horus." Valdor spoke first, his tone did not hide his disgust and hatred for the traitor, "After the war, we can start again, purify the Webway, and rebuild the ruins again."

The Emperor stared at Valdor for a long time, interrupting the discussion about the future. He had to solve the current situation.

"I will go to the Vengeful Spirit alone, and Saint Jareth is the new Warmaster."

"We won't let you go alone, father." Dorn said seriously, "I guard the solar system, Terra, and the Imperial Palace for only one reason, because you are here."

The next person to speak was Valdor, "The Guards are your guardians, and I am the leader of the Guards. Where you go, the Guards go, and where the Guards go, I go."

Vulkan did not speak, and everyone could see that he was very reluctant, even Dorn could see it.

The opposition of the three people made the Emperor feel mixed. Their resistance and disobedience naturally made the Emperor a little angry, but the protective will revealed in this kind of words really touched the Emperor's heart.

But being touched cannot solve the problem. The Emperor is ready to continue his tough attitude, just like a father who is too strict and uses roughness to make his children nod in agreement.

Emperor, they are ready to give everything for you, and you are ready to give everything for them. Whether it is victory or defeat, you should always share something and give something back to them for their unconditional trust in you. Malcador said to the Emperor alone.

After listening to this, the Emperor calmed down his anger. A sense of helplessness slowly grew. He pretended to be tortured by the throne and kept silent, leaving the task of persuading his child to Malcador.

He always did this. He even found five eloquent guards to persuade the stubborn Sanguinius for him.

The pitiful feeling of grievance seemed a bit abrupt on the Emperor, but it also magnified his human side.

My son doesn't listen to me.

Malcador shook his head, looked at the four people, and persuaded them in a gentle voice.

Dorn, Valdor, and Vulkan all accepted Malcador's arrangement. They knew that what Malcador said was right, and they also understood that the current situation did not allow them to mess around.

But they were unwilling. Very unwilling.

Finally, it was Sanguinius who did not speak out. His silence confused Malcador a little, but he had no time to ask the angel who had just killed his brother.

The ceremony of handing over the throne was simple. The Emperor stood up from the throne and watched Malcador's thin body walk up step by step.

Finally, Malcador sat on the throne. He looked at the Emperor and everyone else.

"I will take the throne. You can use it during this period. Live well after winning the battle. I am old and useless."

"You are still energetic."

The Emperor responded gently and left the throne room as quickly as if he was escaping.