Destiny (Seeking Reads)

Crimson blood dripped from Horus's face. He clutched himself tightly, as if trying to tear himself apart.

His bloodshot eyes stared intently at them, growling, "I don't trust any of you!"

"Magnus, contact Father. I only trust Father now!"

"I want him to tell me himself!"

Magnus looked at Horus in this state, and he felt immense sadness.

Just as he subconsciously reached out to contact the Emperor, Francis grabbed Magnus's hand and snapped, "Have you forgotten what I told you?"

"Do you have any idea what you'll destroy if you use your psychic abilities on Terra right now?"

Magnus flinched, cold sweat breaking out. He finally said helplessly, "No, not now at least. But you can trust us, we're brothers!"

Horus laughed helplessly, taking two involuntary steps back. "Magnus, you've been deceived by xenos. You've betrayed the Imperium!"

"I thought you would be my best comrade-in-arms, hahaha~"

Suddenly.

More images flashed through Horus's eyes. His expression gradually turned to despair, and he trembled, muttering, "No, no, no, it can't be like this."

Horus saw the Emperor making a deal with four blurry figures.

He could hear the Emperor's promise.

He heard that the Emperor was willing to give up half of his Primarch sons in exchange for ancient, secret knowledge and technology.

The Emperor wanted to use this knowledge and technology to create the Primarchs!

Then the scene shifted. Horus passed by countless planets, all occupied by humans, but with no sign of the Astartes.

It seemed as if they simply didn't exist in the future.

Horus curled into a ball in pain, images of despair flashing through his mind.

Just as Francis and Magnus were about to try and persuade him, a nauseating sense of suffocation washed over them.

This void was in violent turmoil, and a psychic storm was rapidly forming, heading straight for them.

BOOM!

Their connection to the Warp instantly shattered, and their consciousnesses gradually faded into the Warp.

It seemed as if this psychic storm was meant just for them.

In contrast, Xy'anus appeared beside Horus. He pulled out a jar of thick, golden liquid from somewhere and poured it into Horus's ear.

As he poured, he said, "The False Emperor is not worth following. Oh, no. You shouldn't follow anyone."

"The False Emperor is only using you to achieve godhood for himself!"

"He's using you to develop fragile humanity to a point where he can become a god."

"But you are different. You are a gift from the Warp, and you should embrace the power of the Warp."

Xy'anus continued to manipulate Horus, who, having completely shut himself off, murmured, "I am a gift from the Warp, and I should embrace the power of the Warp!"

"Only by destroying the False Emperor can humanity be saved. Only by destroying..."

"..."

Seeing that Horus was almost completely brainwashed, Xy'anus pointed towards the psychic storm not far away.

"Do you see that psychic storm over there? That's a dangerous zone that even battleships need to avoid."

Horus looked at it blankly until he saw Xy'anus simply wave his hand, and the terrifying psychic storm vanished without a trace.

"How is this possible? How did you do that?"

Horus looked at Xy'anus with shocked eyes, but Xy'anus just smiled faintly and waved his hand again.

Several psychic storms rapidly formed, engulfing everything around them.

"This is the power of the Chaos Gods. As long as you possess the power of the Chaos Gods, you can defeat the False Emperor!"

"Tear off his false mask, and you will become the master of the Imperium!"

Under Xy'anus's declarations, Horus became completely lost.

Horus began to see countless tentacles, rotting flesh, twisted bones, and pink mist appearing before him.

He felt as if he was being enveloped by something.

At that moment, Xy'anus's figure gradually faded, eventually returning to the form of Erebus of the Word Bearers.

He looked towards Horus's position with immense reverence, like an incredibly devout believer.

Horus would occasionally struggle, but not often.

On Prospero.

"Francis, what should we do about this? What will happen to Horus?"

"I feel uneasy!"

Magnus paced back and forth anxiously, wanting to enter the Warp again.

But he could sense endless psychic storms waiting for him; he couldn't go in himself right now.

"What's the rush? Didn't I tell you? He won't die. At most, he'll be... "

Upon hearing Francis's words, Magnus looked confused. "Be what? He's being corrupted! If this continues, he'll become a heretic!"

"He'll be named after a Chaos God. He's just being corrupted, not getting married, don't panic." Francis stretched, pausing midway and almost biting his tongue.

"Alas, he's about to rebel. Of course, he's a heretic! As long as he's alive, there's a way."

It seemed the flesh and blood of the Thousand Sons Legion were taking effect, and Francis's body was gradually returning to its original state.

Magnus: "..."

He truly didn't know what to do. If it were in the past, he would have already sent a psychic "call" to the Emperor.

"I know you're anxious, but please don't be."

Listening to the noisy shouts outside, Francis pulled Magnus and walked out.

"As long as the Webway isn't destroyed, with your psychic power, what do you have to worry about?"

"You are my most skilled psychic brother. The great responsibility of protecting the Emperor falls to you."

"Think about it, just when Father's life was threatened."

"You! Lord of Prospero, Crimson King, Wizard King, Red Demon, suddenly appeared and turned the tide!"

Listening to Francis praise him like this, Magnus's lips curled up unconsciously. "That's right, I will definitely protect Father."

"If that's the case, you'll be Father's favorite cub!" Francis whispered softly in Magnus's ear.

Magnus's eyes immediately lit up, and he looked at Francis excitedly, unable to speak.

Until they saw the chaotic scene outside: on one side were the Space Wolves, and on the other were the Thousand Sons and Soul Drinkers.

"You can't go in! The Primarchs are doing something very important." A Thousand Sons warrior held a psychic staff, its gem continuously flashing with light.

"Something big has happened! People from the Adeptus Mechanicus are here, and they're looking for the Primarchs!"

"Our Primarch is still confronting them; it's been a stalemate for a day." The face of the Space Wolves warrior was filled with anxiety.

They could hardly imagine that to find a Primarch, the Adeptus Mechanicus had brought an Apocalypse-class Battleship.

That was a battleship known for its powerful firepower and heavy armor, usually used for large-scale battles and strategic offensives.

Hearing this, Magnus pushed through the crowd and said proudly, "Lead the way, I'll go with you."

Space Wolves: "..."

Even the Thousand Sons Legion warriors had slightly flushed faces. They tugged at Magnus's Power Armour and whispered, "Primarch, they are looking for the esteemed Primarch Francis."

"Pfft~" The Soul Drinkers Legion almost burst out laughing, but Salpador glared them into silence.

"Ahem, then I'll accompany Magnus on this trip." Francis patted the other's shoulder.

Magnus blushed slightly, but it was fortunate that he was already red.

"Our most pressing concern now is to return to Terra, as this is Father's mission. Perhaps he has some plan too." Francis cajoled.

"That makes sense! But you said Horus rebelled, are there others following him?" Magnus suddenly thought, it was impossible for Horus alone to fight back to Terra.

"Well, this... this... your place is nice. Many people here use psykers, good heavens, some are even using them to move bricks." Francis looked at the streets of the City of Light.

The streets were lined with obsidian obelisks covered in runes and pyramids that pierced the sky. Most people on the streets used psykers to assist with their daily work.

"Heh heh, it's all because of Prospero's harsh environment. Originally, there were many dangerous Warp creatures here. Ordinary people probably couldn't survive here at all..."

When talking about everything on Prospero, Magnus was like a child sharing treasures, constantly recounting what he had seen and heard.

To the point that he forgot his previous question.

The Space Wolves warrior beside him was also listening intently.

The group passed through the standoff between the Space Wolves and the Adeptus Mechanicus without stopping at all.

Space Wolves: "..."

Adeptus Mechanicus: "..."