The Emperor's voice reverberated through the area, carrying a trace of sorrow.
It was not a question, but more like an outpouring of emotion. He had long since stopped holding out any hope for those rebellious sons of his.
Everyone's gaze turned to Horus. They all wanted to know what that traitor, the Dark Emperor, would say to the Emperor at the very end.
Horus did not continue cursing, nor did he beg for forgiveness.
He was silent for a while, but in the end he lowered his head, his voice firm. "I have nothing more to say. Please do it quickly!"
This Dark Emperor was that proud, and even more unwilling to submit.
He knew his crimes were beyond pardon, and chose a swift death to end this humiliating fate.
"Ah, what a mess. A family tragedy..." Ron sighed, forcefully holding back his emotions.
Guilliman, Vulkan, and the other loyalist Primarchs, as well as Mortarion and the other Hell Primarchs, said nothing either.
Everyone knew what kind of fate that former brother would face, and deep down, they could not feel good about it.
But no matter what, Horus had brought it on himself. Death could already be considered the most merciful end.
"I will not kill you."
The Emperor lifted his head slightly, signaling for the Adeptus Custodes to take this rebellious son into custody. "You will be dealt with by the laws of the Imperium, and receive the judgment you deserve—"
After Horus was escorted away by the Adeptus Custodes, the scene once again fell into Silence.
The Emperor eased his emotions a little and looked at the Primarchs present, at those sons of his.
When he saw Mortarion and the other Hell Primarchs, anger rose in him all over again.
Bzz~
A blazing radiance of psychic