Chapter 847

But if he died here, instead of dying at the hands of Horus, it would prove that the prophecy could be changed, and the Empire still had hope of victory!

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No Game No Life Zero World

After venting a Heaven Strike, the little loli Jibril flapped her young wings, looking at the screen with some confusion.

If the Chaos Evil Gods like to play with people's souls, like to make people fall, like the Chosen, then why wasn't the Huang Laohan corrupted?

According to the perfection rating, although the Huang Laohan is a bit too twisted, he is undoubtedly the most special among humans, right?

An immortal, the strongest psyker, endless knowledge in his brain, extreme human survival, an existence like a collective human consciousness, etc.

It's like her hobby of collecting rare heads; if he were to choose one, the Huang Laohan's head would be the rarest and the one she likes the most!

And according to the nature of the evil gods in that cesspool, letting the Emperor fall and be corrupted should be the most interesting thing, right?

So why not corrupt the Emperor? Or is it that they are preparing to completely shatter the Emperor before letting him be corrupted?

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Sanguinius led the Loyalists to resist wave after wave of attacks; every impact caused countless lives to fall.

But there were too many; the end of the horizon was an endless sea of black dots; demons and rebels were mixed like a tsunami of flesh and blood; in the sky, demons fell like raindrops, and on the dome were rebel fleets blocking out the sky and sun.

The cradle of civilization? No, at this moment, it had turned into the most tragic human purgatory where heaven and hell meet!

Sanguinius was still resisting, but demons had already bypassed him and rushed toward the Imperial Palace; the Custodes immediately prepared to close the Eternity Wall, but were blocked by the siege chains shot by Emperor-class Titans!

"Kill!!", Sanguinius waved his holy sword, attempting to chop off the chains!

"Roar!!!", another roar came; the rebel Primarch Angron rushed out from the rebels and slammed into Sanguinius!

The former brother was now like a madman, fighting desperately like an enemy.

What sorrow, what betrayal!

Compared to sorrow, Sanguinius felt more rage in his heart!

"Boom!", Sanguinius turned to resist; after a great battle with Ka'Bandha, he fought with Angron again!

In the fierce battle, he used his body to block Angron's sword, then pulled the Butcher's Nails out of the other's head, banishing Angron.

At the same time, on the Vengeful Spirit, Horus stood on the warship, looking down at everything under his feet.

All of Terra was burning, burning fiercely in his heart!

Horus's chest beat violently; an unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

He had finally reached this step; he was finally going to overthrow the rule of that False Emperor and lead humanity to true greatness!

At the same time, Erebus informed the Warmaster that the Ultramarines, Space Wolves, and Dark Angels would arrive soon.

Horus knew it was time for the final decisive battle; this was a revolution, a necessary process for the new world to overthrow the old world, to overthrow the corrupt and ignorant!

He, Horus, was the righteous one!

"Close the shields of the Vengeful Spirit," Horus ordered; he believed that the False Emperor would understand his thoughts when he saw this scene.

He wanted to defeat him completely in this place, the place where the False Emperor once bestowed hypocritical lies!

And the result did not exceed Horus's expectations; the Emperor on the Wang Zuo opened his eyes after seeing this scene and looked at Malcador who was accompanying him.

No words were needed; both sides understood each other's intentions with just one look.

"Sorry," the Emperor's voice carried apology.

"This is what I should do; go and end all this," a trace of sorrow and firmness appeared on Malcador's old face.

That's right, Malcador would replace the Emperor and sit on the Wang Zuo!

This seemingly old and weak old man was actually the most powerful psychic immortal in the entire human Empire besides the Emperor!

He had accompanied the Emperor for six thousand years, countless days and nights!

They were both monarch and minister, and friends; he was the Emperor's earliest friend.

At this moment, he would burn his soul to replace the Emperor and sit on the Wang Zuo, and the price was death.

Before dying, Malcador handed the twelve elites who could take on his heavy responsibility to the Emperor; these people had extremely strong abilities and were absolutely loyal to the Empire!

Then he sat on the Wang Zuo.

In an instant, terrifying psychic arcs surged on Malcador's body; his psychic energy was crazily extracted by the Wang Zuo, and the old man's face also showed an extremely painful expression!

For a psyker, this was the cruelest torture.

"Thank you," a long-lost sour feeling came from the Emperor's cold heart; he made his final farewell and bestowed upon the hero Malcador this glorious title.

Hero Malcador had no regrets, forever loyal!

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Among the Myriad Worlds

Countless weak existences were both praising the tragic death of the Emperor's loyal servant and feeling deep despair.

That's how it is, step by step destruction.

Fate and misfortune are like waves surging from the sea, slapping people on the shore and sweeping them away; it lets you see hope and makes you feel deep despair.

It was just one step away, but under the slapping of the waves, it was so powerless.

For those powerhouses, perhaps it was something that could be changed with a single thought, but for them, it was a world-shattering event.

The despair they faced was known only to themselves; besides that, no one could explain it.

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The Emperor turned to face Horus alone, but was requested by the loyal Sanguinius and Dorn to go with him!

No, this was not a request, but the willfulness of a son!

The Emperor finally agreed to his son's willfulness, but no matter the outcome of this battle, he had to return, return to sit on the Wang Zuo again!

The three of them took a small team and stepped into the teleportation array, but Chaos would not let go of any opportunity to weaken the Emperor's power!

They were all teleported to the Vengeful Spirit, but were scattered to every corner of the warship.

The Emperor felt that something was wrong and immediately rushed toward the bow of the ship, but when the Emperor arrived, it was too late.

The thick, inseparable stench of blood permeated every corner of the space, and the shocking bloodstains stung the Emperor's nerves; at this moment, the holy angel had been cruelly dismembered, lying limp on the ground like a pool of meat.

Horus killed his favorite brother with his own hands...

And the Blood Angels Legion, who were still swearing to die for the Empire on the ground, felt something in their hearts at this moment; the scene of Sanguinius's death appeared in their minds.

Endless sorrow made them unable to breathe; they were originally the Legion, and even the most fallen and least favored Legion in the entire Empire; it was their father who led them step by step toward glory and brilliance!

At this moment, their father was killed by this group of hideous traitors!!!

The rage that hurt to the extreme made them launch a death charge! Not failing the blood of Sanguinius!

On the Vengeful Spirit, Horus, clad in Chaos, looked at the Emperor.

"You killed my son," the Emperor said in a low voice, lowering his eyes.

Horus replied, "You mean the angel? I didn't want to do this; I even left a position for him, but he refused to surrender."

"Why," the Emperor asked again.

"You mean why we are in a war?", Horus sneered, "Isn't it because of you..."

"Why," before Horus could finish, the Emperor interrupted and asked again.

"What why?! What don't you understand! Father, what are you talking about? You could have controlled Chaos, but you just angered it; you could have led humanity to greatness, but you used it for your own profit!"

"Since you can't do it, then I will do it! I will lead humanity to greatness!", Horus glared!

At this moment, he discovered that the Emperor's gaze didn't seem to be on him; the Emperor's gaze was... behind him.

Horus turned his head and found the four Chaos Gods giggling in the shadows.

It turned out that every word of the Emperor was not asking Horus, but questioning the four gods behind him, why they killed his sons Horus and Sanguinius.

And all he got was the mockery of the four gods.

But Horus couldn't understand all this.

In an instant, Chaos filled Horus's heart; unspeakable irritability made Horus—he didn't know why he was angry, but the violence and irritability in his heart made him kill the Emperor.

The Emperor, who had just come down from the Wang Zuo, was weak, and at this moment, the humanity in his heart was deeply touched!

But Horus was different; he was no longer the gentle Warmaster; he was just a monster filled with the corruption of Chaos.

He killed the Emperor without any scruples and tortured the other wantonly!

For a time, the Emperor was beaten without any power to fight back!

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Warhammer World

In the Warp, the four Evil Gods couldn't help but let out a sneer; that black sun would also feel sorrow, and would also have humanity?

Emperor, being forever bound to the Wang Zuo is your best ending.

Just accept this result forever, and sit forever for your humanity.