Chapter 232

Genestealer Loken's hallucinations constantly intertwined, various messy scenes emerged and intertwined before its eyes, and memories of different times echoed in its mind.

When it painfully confirmed that everything it had experienced was indeed a hallucination, various fragmented memories surged out of its head.

That was the memory of the past, the real Garviel Loken.

Erebus's trickery, the fall on Isstvan III, the Great Heresy...

These memories made Genestealer Loken even more painful.

The most painful thing was the hatred of aliens that humanity had from ten thousand years ago, which also made him hate himself.

But Genestealer Loken still chose to stand on the side of the human who called himself a Blood Angel.

Although he said a lot, Genestealer Loken himself couldn't figure out the reason for doing so.

Maybe it was because, in people's hearts, Garviel Loken was the one who could never betray humanity; this cognition circled in the Warp, even possessing power, affecting himself, this Genestealer, today.

"... Abaddon and the others sent a message; the Warmaster has entered the crashed Temba starship, and he insisted on leading the team himself."

Loken's voice said somewhat hoarsely.

There was an impulse in his heart to save the Warmaster.

But according to Zhou Yun's statement, he couldn't do this; he had to wait for Horus to be inhabited by the Dark Angel.

This made Genestealer Loken feel painful, but he also understood that he had to do this.

Love and respect for Horus, this father, and hatred for Horus's past Great Heresy, two emotions intertwined in Genestealer Loken's heart.

"Don't be sad, these things are all in the past."

Zhou Yun patted Loken on the shoulder and said with a comforting expression:

"Horus was stabbed to death by the Emperor with a stone dagger; many things ended long ago."

Genestealer Loken's face immediately became complicated, saying somewhat tearfully: "I seem to remember that moment."

"I witnessed it, I saw it; I saw my father smiling before he died..."

"... What kind of smile was that? Not scary at all; instead, it was the kind of smile I once cherished in the bottom of my heart... A father's smile, a child's smile, it could even be called innocent..."

"I only suddenly discovered at that moment that the Warmaster was actually the most innocent one among humans."

Madness and pain flashed in Genestealer Loken's eyes.

But his voice soon calmed down.

"At least it shouldn't be desecrated again; death is its best ending; nothing in the name of Horus should ever be resurrected again."

Genestealer Loken's voice said flatly.

Not long after, Zhou Yun and Loken arrived near the so-called Temba flagship.

In Zhou Yun's eyes, this Temba flagship was just a huge train half-submerged in the swamp mixed with various collapsed buildings.

That Genestealer Magus who called himself Erebus, Abaddon, and Little Horus were all standing outside it.

"Loken." Little Horus Aximand walked to Loken's side, his tone somewhat low and hesitant: "After the Warmaster led the team inside, an explosion occurred inside, and we were trapped by the dead bodies surging from all around..."

"... But just now, these dead bodies all stopped acting."

"I don't know if the Warmaster won, or if a tragedy awaits us... We should be mentally prepared..."

Loken was silent for a moment, then sighed imperceptibly.

"The Warmaster should have——————"

"Loken." A voice that made Loken tremble suddenly sounded.

He turned his head fiercely, looking in the direction the voice came from.

Horus walked slowly out of the ruins; his body seemed to have become taller, shining with a unique luster, his whole body as if burning with some invisible black flame.

He was holding a head in his hand; it was Temba's head.

In an instant, the Luna Wolves let out an excited roar, celebrating the Warmaster for achieving new glory.

Only three people were silent.

Loken, Erebus, and Zhou Yun all looked at this scene somewhat blankly.

The Warmaster had actually counter-killed Temba; he hadn't been hurt.

"My lord————" Erebus approached, seemingly wanting to ask clearly what had happened.

However, Horus suddenly reached out his hand, fiercely pinching Erebus's head with his claws.

Boom!!!

Before Erebus could speak, his head burst in the Warmaster's hand.

However, the other Luna Wolves seemed not to have seen this scene, just cheering and celebrating.

Zhou Yun watched this scene silently.

This Genestealer Horus before him had clearly grown to the limit; his flesh expanded, his height almost reaching about seven meters, like a humanoid giant beast.

The chitinous carapace all over his body turned into the style of armor, wrapping him tightly; his triangular head had become almost the same as a human's; if it weren't for still being somewhat deformed, Zhou Yun would almost really suspect that Horus had been resurrected.

"I should thank you, son of Sanguinius."

Genestealer Horus looked at Zhou Yun; a kind of wild flame seemed to flash in his eyes, full of madness and desire for slaughter:

"Your reminder allowed me to see through Erebus's trickery, and also allowed me to pay enough attention to Temba... Look, as I said, no matter what kind of trap or danger, it cannot hurt me."

"My lord..." Loken, standing to the side, hesitated for a moment and walked up: "Actually, there was no..."

"I know what you want to say, Loken." Genestealer Horus hung a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, interrupting Loken's words.

He lowered his gaze slightly, looking at his own body: "That Dark Angel, the darkest, most distorted, and chaotic part of the echo produced by Sanguinius's death, it is full of wildness, instinctively recreating Horus's past fate, hoping to enter the physical universe through this."

"But I changed this fate and used it to negotiate with him... He will merge with me, an equal fusion, just like Lorgar's Blessed Son."

"This is nothing strange; he and I should have been one body."

"I am a collection of humanity's impressions of Horus, an echo produced in the Warp."

"He is an existence produced in the Warp by humanity's fear, hatred, and other emotions regarding Horus."

"How did you do it?" Zhou Yun frowned slightly and asked: "How did you see through that layer of cognitive distortion?"

This was indeed somewhat beyond Zhou Yun's expectations; this Genestealer Horus had broken free from the originally destined fate.

"I didn't see through it; in fact, that layer of cognitive distortion still traps me; in my eyes, everything is still in the 30th millennium."

"But I sensed the incongruity in it and guessed that I might be trapped in a hallucination... After merging with the Dark Angel, I truly understood everything."

"As for how I did it? Son of Sanguinius, the Warp is a reaction to emotions; emotions cannot be absolutely objective... Loken and the others might be closer to the original appearance, however, in the ten thousand years of countless people's fear, my image has become increasingly cunning and powerful."

Horus said slowly:

"In the cognition of the vast majority of people, how could a mere Genestealer's cognitive distortion deceive Horus?"

Zhou Yun's mouth moved slightly.

Indeed, in the minds of countless people over ten thousand years, Horus could never be trapped by a Genestealer's cognitive distortion.

The Warp is an idealistic dimension; the Horus in people's cognition wouldn't be, so the echo of this Horus wouldn't be either.

"My lord, but everything ended long ago; you are not the real Horus, and I am not the real Loken..." Loken said with pain.

"No, Loken." Horus's tone became slightly serious: "My behavior and spirit completely conform to the Horus in people's minds; since that is the case, what difference is there between me and Horus?"

"I am not just Horus; as a Dark Angel, I am also a part of Sanguinius's essence; I am also Sanguinius."

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this.

"What do you want?" He asked in a low voice.

"What would Horus do in people's minds?"

Genestealer Horus asked rhetorically:

"Of course, it is to let the galaxy burn."

"Don't rush to refute me; I know I am not powerful enough yet."

"I will have this power; don't forget that the Dark Angel is also a part of Sanguinius's essence."

"The Blood Angels cannot resist or defeat me; as long as they see me, they will fall into the Black Rage; even if they don't fall into it... they cannot defeat me in any way; this is a suppression on the soul."

"As for Sanguinius... I have the right to compete for that body; in the battle of the Warp, the two angels of darkness and gold are evenly matched."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out to touch his chin.

He was considering, considering whether the Genestealer before him had burned out his brain.

"What if I kill you here?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and asked.

"You can't do it; I said, the son of Sanguinius cannot defeat me, even if you have powerful psychic power."

This Genestealer Horus said haughtily.

"... Wait, do you know who I am?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but show a playful expression.

"Of course, on this planet, there is only one Blood Angel who can not fall into the Black Rage before me."

"You can only be the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, the Lord of Death who overcame the Black Rage, Mephiston."

Horus looked down at Zhou Yun from above.

"... Is this right?"

Zhou Yun tilted his head slightly, almost laughing out loud, but still nodded repeatedly:

"Right, right!"

At the same time, Mephiston, who was wading through the swamp and rushing toward Zhou Yun, couldn't help but sneeze...

(End of chapter)