The Beginning of the Horus Heresy

Looking at Magnus, who had a smug look on his face, Francis pouted and said, "Sixth Brother, I think you should use your signature move to tell him."

Roboute Guilliman was a bit confused and tilted his head slightly. "My signature move? Which move are you talking about?"

Magnus also had a questioning look, what signature move?

Francis then made a downward motion with his arms and slightly lifted his right leg.

Roboute Guilliman immediately understood. He lunged forward and grabbed Magnus, lifting him up.

"Roboute Guilliman, what are you doing? Put me down!" Magnus felt inexplicably panicked, he had a bad feeling about this.

However, Roboute Guilliman didn't answer. After lifting Magnus, he forcefully pushed down with both hands and then pushed up with his knees.

"Ahhhhhhh~"

A scream immediately echoed from the pyramid, loud enough for the Astartes in the monastery to hear clearly.

"That's a Primarch's voice! Something's happened to a Primarch!" The warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion immediately became tense.

Just as they were about to get up, they were stopped by the warriors of the Soul Drinkers Legion.

"Don't worry, our Primarch is best at healing people. They're probably just treating flesh mutations."

The warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion looked suspicious. "Really? But why does the scream sound so painful!"

The warriors of the Soul Drinkers Legion then lifted their clothes to show them.

"Look! All the mutations on our bodies have been cured. The process is indeed very painful."

"The Primarch doesn't use anesthesia. We don't know how it works."

The Thousand Sons Legion, also plagued by flesh mutations, was immediately shocked!

This was something even their Primarch couldn't solve, yet the Primarch of the Soul Drinkers Legion could!

So powerful!

At that moment, Magnus's scream filled the Thousand Sons Legion with envy.

"So good!"

And that scream echoed across the sky of the City of Light.

On Dedalus.

"Ahhhhhhh~ Primarch, what's wrong? Don't scare us."

The Sons of Horus rushed to the unconscious Horus, their expressions panicked and even a little lost.

Just a short while ago, during the battle against the Plague Zombies, Horus had led them to defeat the Chaos rebels led by Eugen Temba.

Horus, who had originally planned to head to the next battlefield immediately, had paused the Great Crusade because his wound had become infected and his body was gradually weakening.

Even with constant treatment from the Apothecaries, they were unable to stop Horus's declining condition.

The Sons of Horus fell into sorrow. They deeply loved their Primarch.

With the Primarch in a coma, control of the Legion fell to Horus's staff – the Council of Four Kings.

"What do we do? The Primarch's condition is not optimistic. All the Apothecaries in the Imperium are useless!"

"We should kill them all!" Abaddon slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"We should request reinforcements from Terra, have the Imperium send court physicians and the most elite Apothecaries," Loken said after a moment of silence.

"By the time Terra's reinforcements arrive, who knows if the Primarch will still be alive! You want to kill the Primarch!"

Abaddon glared with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging, indicating he was on the verge of an outburst.

"Don't argue, don't argue. The most important thing is to find a way to save the Primarch."

"It's not about blaming each other. Loken's method might not be ideal, but he wants the Primarch to get better, right?"

Seeing the increasingly tense atmosphere, Torquedon quickly tried to mediate.

If they continued to argue like this, the Primarch would truly be beyond saving.

"I think Abaddon is right! That method won't work at all. We should find a solution with our current resources."

"Earlier, the Word Bearers' priests mentioned a power called Chaos. Should we ask them for advice?"

As the strategist of the Council of Four Kings, Erebus's words held weight with the other three.

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

After the unanimous decision of the Council of Four Kings, they sent someone to summon Erebus, the chief priest of the Word Bearers.

Soon, Erebus, clad in steel-grey Power Armour covered in inscriptions from the "Book of Lorgar," walked in.

The moment he removed his helmet, the few present found it eerie.

On Erebus's gaunt, pale skull, the contents of the "Book of Lorgar" were also intricately drawn. In the shadows, he looked more like a Demon from Chaos.

However, after a brief moment, they no longer paid attention to these things and directly stated their request.

Wake Horus.

"It's just that the Warmaster previously explicitly rejected that kind of power and told us it was heresy and couldn't be touched."

Erebus of the Word Bearers showed a difficult and awkward expression.

"What time is it now! How can we afford to care about so much! Just tell me if you can save him."

Seeing the other party dawdling, Abaddon really wanted to pull out his chainsword and let some blood.

Seeing the ferocious expression on his face, Erebus couldn't help but take two small steps back and said sheepishly, "We can try. The people on Daedalus before, no matter how serious their injuries were, as long as they entered the 'Serpent's Lair', they could be cured."

"I believe the Warmaster should be able to as well."

Hearing this, Abaddon's eyes immediately lit up, and he roared, "Then why are you still talking so much! Hurry up and take the Primarch and go!"

Abaddon didn't want to wait a moment longer and immediately got up to leave.

Until Sanguinius stopped him and said, "Won't this be dangerous? After all, the Primarch has already rejected this kind of power before."

"Are you saying you don't want the Primarch to recover! Sanguinius, are you trying to take his place!" Abaddon shoved Sanguinius hard and glared at him fiercely.

"I think what Abaddon said makes sense. The Primarch's condition is very bad and cannot be delayed any longer."

At this moment, Erebus stood up to support him, saying, "I agree, let the Primarch go to the 'Serpent's Lair' for treatment."

And Torquedon, who was originally standing in the middle, also gradually moved towards Erebus and Abaddon.

Now.

Torquedon, Abaddon, Erebus, and Erebus stood together, while Sanguinius stood alone on the other side.

"Sigh~ Alright. We'll do as you say." Sanguinius froze for a moment, then his whole body hunched over.

Erebus, standing behind the three, revealed a subtle, sly smile.

He would definitely heal Horus, he definitely would, hehehe.

After all, the dagger with plague power in Eugen Tamba's hand was given to him by him.

Everything was going according to plan...

False Emperor, your good days are numbered!

When everyone turned around, Erebus returned to being a devout priest of the Imperium.

"Let's go, we'll take the Primarch to the 'Serpent's Lair' now."

On Prospero.

"So, Horus will really betray! And it's not because I became the Father's favorite son."

Magnus fell into deep thought after hearing Francis's prophecy.

Leman Russ: "..."

Francis: "..."

Francis hadn't expected that the most powerful psyker among the Primarchs would be so narcissistic.

"That's right, and it will be because you misused your psychic powers, causing the Webway to shatter and the Imperium to fall into complete civil war."

"Tens of thousands of Adeptus Custodes were reduced to only a few thousand, the Sisters of Silence also suffered heavy losses, a large portion of the Imperium's territory was lost, and half of the brothers betrayed the Imperium."

Francis's words were like heavy punches, striking Magnus's head.

"No, this is impossible!"

"Then wouldn't I have become the Imperium's greatest sinner! I betrayed Father!"

"No! That's not me! That's not me!"

This is bad, Francis forgot that although Magnus was a very powerful psyker, extreme emotional fluctuations could still cause his psychic powers to go berserk.

Now, a powerful psychic storm was gradually brewing around Magnus.

It seemed like it could explode at any moment!

Magnus was at the center of the storm, holding his head with both hands, his eyes in chaos, constantly repeating his previous words.