Finale: Apotheosis (IV)
Horus, Lupercal.
The sixteenth Primarch, the Emperor's most favored son, Warmaster of the Imperium of Man, master of the Moon Wolves, Sons of Horus, and Black Legion.
The central figure of the Horus Heresy, the greatest filial son in human history, a puppet wantonly toyed with by the Chaos Gods of the Warp, and a pitiful man whose experiences and fate had both been utterly tragic.
To the vast majority of humanity who knew of the Horus Heresy, Horus was the beginning of all suffering and an irredeemable traitor to mankind.
Even to every Primarch still remaining in the world, Horus was the sole taboo in their memories and conversations. It was as though they were unwilling to recall that name, so familiar to countless people.
Rumble—
At this moment, after Rorschach let out a thunderous roar in Horus's direction with his eyes widened.
The surroundings seemed to have lost all spatial constraints, becoming more like the bridge hall of some place of apotheosis.
Horus, who had been using the Claw of Horus, wrapped in countless strands of Chaos Psychic Energy, to savagely tear apart Sanguinius's broken body and blood-soaked pure white wings, actually halted his attack and slowly turned that withered face that held nothing but evil and cruelty!
"Father..."
"No, no, no. You are not my father, and you are not the Emperor!"
"Do I know you? Why do you feel so terribly familiar to me?"
"No, you are not even qualified to be my brother! You are merely a genetic abomination haphazardly pieced together by the False Emperor!"
"How pathetic—"
"Hehe, even something like you wishes to abandon the countless subjects of the Imperium of Man and walk that irreversible Path to Godhood alone?"
"You? You think you deserve it?"
"Hahaha... You deserve to