Francis had barely entered the room when Horus followed him in.
"Don't turn around. I'm the Warmaster."
Francis: ???
"Did you know? The Emperor plans to sacrifice all of humanity so he can ascend to godhood."
"And before that, just as he did with the Thunder Warriors, he'll wipe out all our sons."
"Think about it carefully! The Emperor's hypocritical nature! He sees us as nothing but tools. He's—"
Horus kept talking, his eyes even beginning to redden. Just as his emotions were reaching a fever pitch,
Francis suddenly cut in. "I'm in!"
Francis's sudden agreement left Horus briefly bewildered.
"You agree? Do you even know what I'm planning to do?"
"I do. You're going to kill the False Emperor, right? I'm in. Count me in."
Looking into Francis's innocent eyes, Horus remembered how he had once envied him so deeply that, in a hallucination, he'd even wanted to destroy Francis's gestation pod.
I really am a monster!
Francis trusted him unconditionally, and yet he had—! What a monster!
At the thought, Horus hugged Francis.
Francis felt a little confused, but still returned the hug.
"To create a world where all Astartes can be happy, I have no other choice," Horus said with a sigh.
"I understand, I understand. I want to perform genetic experiments to my heart's content, too, and make the Astartes more perfect! Make the Astartes greater!"
Francis's impassioned speech set Horus's blood racing.
"That's what I'm talking about, brother! Show me what you've been researching!" Horus gazed at him eagerly.
Then Francis put on the Hundred-Eyed Bio-Armor, and the eyes all over his body lit up.
Horus: "..."
At that moment, Horus was completely reassured. Francis was definitely going to rebel. He even suspected that if he didn't rebel, Francis would.
"This time, we need to eliminate the warriors in the Legion who are still loyal to the False Emperor. We have no choice. For the sake of all Astartes, we'll have to sacrifice some of them."
"Make a list, too. That'll make it easier to eliminate them when the time comes."
Horus spoke slowly. They were all his sons, after all, so he couldn't exactly bring himself to act without hesitation.
"But..."
Seeing Francis hesitate, Horus hurriedly added, "For the sake of the new world, we have to make sacrifices. We've already made our choice."
"But our entire Legion is taking part in the rebellion."
Horus stared blankly at him, then echoed, "The whole Legion?!"
Francis: "Mm. Everyone."
"That's impossible!"
Horus's eyes widened as he shouted, almost roaring.
"Come with me~"
With that, Francis led Horus toward the Soul Drinkers' lounge.
The others were eating and resting, but as soon as they saw Francis, they immediately stood up.
"Soul Drinkers, what's our slogan?"
At their Primarch's prompt, the group roared in practiced unison,
"Kill the False Emperor! Humanity belongs to Chaos!"
"Kill the False Emperor! Humanity belongs to Chaos!"
"..."
The immense roar sent Francis's hair fluttering in the air. It was a shame Horus was bald.
Francis: !!!
He nudged Horus, who was still in shock, and whispered in his ear, "Want some hair growth treatment? I've got a miracle product made just for growing hair."
Horus's already wide eyes opened even wider.
"No, thanks. I don't need it. I'm fine. Keep it for yourself."
After saying that, Horus left alone, as though he'd suffered some kind of blow.
"Don't go! Let's talk some more! Where are you going~?"
"Don't follow me. Angron and the others are in the meeting room on the left. Go find them."
Horus left with such determination that Francis couldn't stop him.
Well!
He was already in, anyway. Since he was here, he might as well go take a look.
As he walked along the bridge, every Son of Horus who passed him took one look at his appearance and jumped in fright.
Francis couldn't help shaking his head. As expected, they'd never seen the world. Bunch of bumpkins.
When he reached the meeting room, he heard Angron and another, somewhat effeminate voice speaking inside.
"Is it really that good?"
"Of course. The more you lie back, the more intense it gets. I can't describe the feeling. It's just incredible!"
"How did you manage that? Doesn't it usually just make you angry and murderous?"
"Thanks to Francis, the miracle doctor. I even looked up this old-fashioned phrase just for him, and it really suits him."
"Do you have any more? Let me try—"
Francis sucked in a sharp breath. He wasn't sure he dared go in. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle the sight.
"Who's there?"
Two voices rang out.
There was no helping it. Francis steeled himself and opened the door.
As soon as he entered, he saw Fulgrim, the commander of the Emperor's Children Legion, standing in front of Angron, who was sitting in a chair.
The way they were positioned was a little...
When Francis didn't come in, Fulgrim realized something was amiss. He hurriedly found a seat and sat down.
Only then did Francis get a good look at Fulgrim.
He had striking silver-white hair, the strands flowing smoothly down his back like water.
His eyes were like deep lakes, glimmering with intelligence and cunning. His face was exceptionally handsome, his features as finely sculpted as a statue, impossible to forget at a glance.
Francis thought to himself, No wonder he's the prettiest of the sons. With a face like that, he'd be unbeatable as a woman, too!
"Long time no see, Francis. You've changed... quite a bit," Fulgrim said, lightly brushing his hair as his brows knitted together.
That was because the Hundred-Eyed Bio-Armor Francis wore was simply too glaring!
"After all, I died once. This is my new beginning!"
Francis said self-deprecatingly. Ever since he'd arrived, he'd been using his hundred eyes to scan Fulgrim, and he could clearly sense a strong connection to the Warp about him.
And it wasn't Fulgrim's own, either. It was clearly something someone else had put inside him, and the two forces were still constantly struggling against each other.
He also noticed that Fulgrim kept watching Angron. Even his legs were swinging restlessly, and he clearly couldn't sit still.
The three of them stared at one another without saying a word. Francis had never encountered a situation like this before.
At last, Fulgrim gazed at Francis with eyes full of longing and said,
"I heard that thing on Angron's head was made by you. Could you make another one?"
Francis felt that something was wrong. Very, very wrong!
Could being possessed by a daemon of ■■■■■■ really make someone this perverted?
"That thing only works for Angron. He has the Butcher's Nails in his head. He'll die if they aren't modified."
Francis could only answer truthfully.
"Is that so? As long as someone has the Butcher's Nails, you can make a new one, right?"
Fulgrim's reply made Francis suck in another sharp breath.
Fortunately, Horus came in just then.
He saw Angron lying back and enjoying himself, then looked at Fulgrim sending Francis flirtatious glances, and at Francis wearing clothes made from Xenos flesh.
It hadn't even begun yet, and Horus already felt as though he was going to lose!
Suddenly, he remembered that whisper: "By my calculations, you cannot win this war. Join me, and you can win~"
Horus hurriedly shook his head, banishing the thought.
"Ahem. We're about to land on the surface. It's time to get moving, everyone. Stay sharp."
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