Free Peripheral Episodes: Night Talk About the End and Death (2)

Free extra: Night talk around the stove about finality and death (2)

+++The Primarchs in this article read the "End and Death 3" extra, which has nothing to do with the main text, and the last chapter mentioned chapters 9-9+++

+++Primarchs appearing: 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 15, 16, 18+++

+++No translated fragments without the permission of the translator+++

+++April Fool's Day gift(...?)+++

"Are you ready, Horus?" Perturabo asked calmly. He was not Sanguinius or Fulgrim. This was the greatest sense of security he could provide to others.

"Of course, of course." Horusili straightened his clothes, and his trembling voice had returned to calmness.

"Okay," Perturabo turned the page.

【He is still alive. After experiencing the mysterious disappearance of the Lord of Darkness and the pain of losing her soul many times, she has lost sight of him and no longer feels him. But now, she heard his voice again.

+ Eulanius? +]

Vulkan sat forward and asked, "What is the Lord of Darkness? And Olanius?"

"It's not you or me anyway." Conrad Coates leaned back in his seat casually, his eyes lowered, "I can't predict anything..."

"Mors mentioned Eulanius," Perturabo paused for a moment to explain, "another immortal."

Cozz smacked his lips, "It sounds like his blood is fragrant and delicious... It's a pity that he may not be able to survive this short period of time when chaos comes."

[She swallowed hard, her arms shaking. Her reflection in the dirty glass swayed, arms trembling, taunting her.

Acteia?

+I cannot fathom his position, Eulanius. He is no longer the beacon he once was. But——+

but? but what?

+I can pinpoint the location of the shadow that hides him. +

That, then! This is enough.

+Olanius, you know what that shadow is——+

I do not care. If they're in the same place, that's okay. In fact, the situation was more urgent. I want to give him the dagger first, before——]

"Horus," Russ said, "I think you are doomed."

"Thank you." Horus replied. Like Russ, he believed that this dagger would make a great effort in ending his life. This belated or premature inspiration to fate always held his hand. heart.

He paused, thinking about who Eulanius was. If he can help the Emperor, no matter what his past, he will be a respectable mortal when the end comes - a mortal. Where are those damn Custodes? What about the Primarch? What about Space Marines? Where did they leave their duty as watchers of the throne?

Horus was overwhelmed with emotion and said nothing.

"Section 11," Perturabo said, scanning the description of the battle. "Constantine, Lord of the Custodes, is fighting Ezekiel Abaddon."

Horus gave an incredulous look. "Can Abaddon fight Constantine...?"

"I think he was amplified by Chaos." Roger Dorn expressed his speculation, "Amplified more than others."

"No, I know Abaddon, how could he..." Horus swallowed the second half of the sentence. Before reading this book, he never thought for a moment that he could hurt his father.

[Abaddon's left hand grasps the tip of the spear, stopping it, despite the immense force driving the thrust. A few drops of bright blood gushed out from between Abaddon's knuckles as he gripped the blade of his spear.

Constantine opened his mouth, feeling the moment in shock. Heartbeat. A wave of understanding led by a spear. The world sagged, swayed, lost definition and dimension.

The battle lasted twenty-five minutes. The battle lasted an hour. The battle raged for a year. The battle raged for a century—

The battle raged for hundreds of centuries. The battle has no end. This is a long war that cuts across eternity with its appalling duration. A blizzard of ash blew past him, and every piece of ashes was a burning world. The galaxy is burning.

The knowledge passed to his soul through the handle of the spear was not the name of a dead thing that Constantine could control... He was staring at the distant future of the next ten thousand years, and the future seemed to be standing in front of him, looking back at him. It was complete Chaos, bound and enslaved, forged into a deadly spear point that penetrated the Imperium of Man and ensured its downfall. The edge of the black armored legion. A clear symbol of death.

There is nothing else to learn or know. There is only war. War, and a name, one of the worst fates any tarot deck could reveal.

"The Great Reaver," he whispered.

This revelation was so evil that Constantine recoiled. 】

"Is this Abaddon?" Sanguinius hesitated.

"This is the Great Reaver," Rogal Dorn said quietly, "a man whose mind has been replaced by Chaos."

Horus fell back into his seat. "I'm going to kill them both," he said, his voice weak.

"Calm down, Horus," Angron advised. "This is not our future."

"Why two?" Robert Guilliman asked in confusion.

"Ezekiel Abaddon will penetrate the decaying corpse of the Empire again and again in the dark galaxy where there is only war, until the lifeblood is cut off." Konrad Curze waved his hands and used his long nails to , making a piercing hint, "As for our Waldo, I am afraid that Horus, the emperor's favorite, has been given the ultimate sin of failing to save the enemy, neglecting his duties, retreating from the battle, and being disgusted with each other, etc."

He smiled hoarsely: "I also went to kill the Skolywok family because of the omen."

"Hey, Conrad, you can't do this," Magnus said.

"What do you think?"

Perturabo drowned out Conrad's words with his own reading voice.

"In the 12th session, your warrior, the Emperor's Champion Sigismund lived up to expectations and put up a beautiful fight."

"Emperor's Champion?" Rogal Dorn caught an unfamiliar word. He hesitated, unsure whether Sigismund was still the champion of the Imperial Fists after serving the Emperor directly. "Okay," he said.

"Section 13, The Birth of Moriana..." Perturabo continued to read. This was a new name that no one recognized, even stranger than Eulanius. "Section 14, Buddha (fo) ), killed by Amon, Chapter 15, it’s your turn, Vulkan.”

Vulkan sighed and looked sideways at the expressionless Horus, "I am honored to serve the Emperor."

[The molten gold fell from the dome and fell to the ground, beating and tapping on the ground, ticking like a disabled clock, recording the moment that has not yet arrived, imprinting the endless and lingering pain at this time.

Without the strengthening of Sanction, the Throne Fire will get out of control. It spewed out heat and dazzling light, like a volcanic vent opening on the throne room floor, and rage pouring out of it...

The Creator will destroy. The talisman is waiting here.

This is the moment. It's the end. Already dead. 】

Vulgan's dark face trembled slightly for a moment, and he sighed: "Is it me?"

"Father has chosen you to be the final destroyer, Vulkan." Horus said, his words silent. "I dare not think where the others are, what their mission is, and how many of us are still alive."

"Actually, only two of the people here died today. Counting you, three are dead, Horus." Conrad ruthlessly broke the atmosphere, staring at Horus with pure black eyes, "Look at what they did. What, Wolf Shepherd?"

"Forcing the most merciful to prepare for final destruction." Fulgrim sighed, "God, seriously, where was I at these times?"

[The Emperor falls. 】

Horus shuddered all over. No matter how much preparation he made, he couldn't handle this moment. No matter how many times he told himself, this was never his doing and it would never be his.

He still couldn't accept it - it wasn't just his own betrayal that he couldn't accept, it was every pain the Emperor had suffered that broke his heart. As a whip of Chaos, a physical vessel of ascension, he wounded the Emperor of Mankind. If it were easily executed by the Emperor, Horus would probably applaud it.

No, it wounded the Emperor, again and again, each time more deeply than the last, and it brought to Horus a torturous pain of empathy.

[Horus Luperkar approaches the helpless prey step by step. This blow was not only the first blow, but also the last. The supreme power he released knocked his father to the ground, and surged out from his hands. A winding dark lightning struck from the son to his father, nailing the lord of mankind to the ground, causing him to be in extreme pain. Twisting and writhing in pain.

The former master of mankind.

Chaos energy was inexhaustible, like a lazy whip. It whipped the right hand of the surrendered son like lightning without stopping, lashing out at the emperor's breastplate, igniting the fire of karma in his body, and smashed him into the cold black earth, destroying him atom by atom. He vanished into nothing.

The gods watched with great interest. In the stands of this dramatic palace, the Ancient Four watched and snickered.

The Emperor could not move. He was nailed there by the whip of energy that slowly burned him to death. He refused to scream or show pain. He would never give Horus that kind of satisfaction. But there is nothing He can do but twist and convulse.

He has no other choice. 】

"Damn it!" Horus roared angrily, "Damn gods, how could they! Damn it...throne! Father..."

He raised his arms to shield his face. After a while, another mournful cry came from the palm of my hand. "What is my satisfaction? How could I want that kind of satisfaction? How could I get satisfaction from my father's pain! I am actually..."

"I know you won't, Horus." Sanguinius comforted him, even though he had just learned the exact way of his death not long ago: his wings were broken and he was nailed to the Ossuary by Horus.

Rogal Dorn stared at Horus twice, knowing that his words were inappropriate, and silently shut his mouth.

But Conrad Coates delivered his hidden lines for him in a more anachronistic way.

"How is it not possible, Horus," he snickered, "You asked him for the love of father and son, but what you asked for was not enough for you, so you can only take more things that he cannot give you. ? In my city, I have seen pain and joy..."

Magnus threw a powerful spell at Curze, snuffing out the words behind the bat. Curze was not angry, shrugged, and sat on his chair swinging his legs.

【No hesitation, no reservation, no restraint, no respect for the father-son relationship, no appreciation for the love that had been given and received. Loken's gray eyes flashed with the cold look Horus knew before, which meant that he wanted nothing but to kill. This was also the look that all of Loken's enemies had seen in their last moments over the years. A moment.

Horus had never expected to be looked at like this. It seemed more unbearable than any torture inflicted by any god. 】

"Gaviel Loken," Horus did not remove his hands from his face, "I will use him to replace Abaddon from the Council."

Russ commented: "According to this replacement method, you will have to recruit another 100,000 new soldiers to replace your wolf pack completely."

"Yes." Robert Guilliman said, "Cosonia cannot bear such a conscription."

He is very familiar with the maximum number of conscriptions that each planet can bear. Not considering the quick soldiers, perhaps only his Ultramar and Perturabo's Olympia can bear such a large-scale conscription in a short period of time.

"Are you really considering it, Robert?" Rogal Dorn asked.

"In the next section, Rogal, you will fight side by side with Constantine, and then you will see the Blood Angels." Perturabo glanced at Sanguinius, "Your descendants are immersed in rage, but their achievements are remarkable."

The angel was slightly absent-minded, shook his head and sighed. When he entered this room, he had not yet admitted to anyone the genetic defect lurking in his blood. But this moment was suddenly revealed to the world, and all he felt was pity and guilt for his offspring.

"Then, Sigismund met with Cypher, and Saint Keele recited the Word of God to comfort the people... They went deep into the Hollow Mountains to understand the power of the Psychic Choir." Perturabo read, shocked by the hints between the words, "They may have to burn two million minds."

"Sacrifice." Fulgrim sighed regretfully, "The flawless heart of the ordinary..."

"Section 19, Malcador's autobiography." Perturabo continued.

This attracted the attention of the Primarchs, many of whom were full of suspicion and even hostility towards the old regent beside the Emperor.

What did Malcador do in this decisive battle?