Preparing to Attack

Francis entered the room, and Horus followed right behind him.

"Don't turn around, I am the Warmaster."

Francis: ???

"Do you know? The Emperor is preparing to sacrifice all of humanity to ascend to godhood."

"And before that, he will eliminate all of our sons, just like he eliminated the Thunder Warriors before."

"Think about it carefully! The Emperor's hypocritical facade! He just treats us as tools, he just..."

Horus kept talking, his eyes even starting to redden. Just as his emotions were reaching a fever pitch.

Francis suddenly interjected, "I'm in!"

Francis's sudden agreement left Horus momentarily bewildered.

"You agree? Do you know what I'm planning?"

"I do. Aren't you planning to kill the False Emperor? I agree, count me in."

Looking at Francis's pure eyes, Horus remembered how he used to envy the other man intensely, even fantasizing about destroying Francis's gestation pod in his hallucinations.

I'm such a beast!

The other man trusted him unconditionally, yet he...! A beast!

Thinking this, Horus hugged Francis.

Francis felt a bit confused, but he still reciprocated the hug.

"To create a world where all Astartes can be happy, I have no other choice," Horus said with emotion.

"I understand, I understand. I also want to conduct gene experiments to my heart's content, to make the Astartes more perfect! To make the Astartes even greater!"

Francis's impassioned words made Horus's blood boil.

"Good brother! Let me see what you've researched!" Horus looked at him eagerly.

Then Francis put on the Many-Eyed Biological Armor, and all the eyes on his body lit up.

Horus: "..."

At this moment, Horus was completely relieved. Francis was definitely going to rebel. He even suspected that if he himself didn't rebel, Francis would rebel.

"This time, we need to purge the Legion of any warriors still loyal to the False Emperor. There's no other way, for the sake of all Astartes, some must be sacrificed."

"You should also prepare a list, so we can purge them when the time comes."

Horus spoke slowly, after all, they were all his children, and it wouldn't be easy to act.

"But..."

Seeing Francis hesitate, Horus quickly added, "For the new world, we must make sacrifices. We have already made our choice."

"But, our entire Legion is participating in the rebellion."

Hearing this, Horus was stunned and casually asked, "The entire Legion?!"

Francis: "Yes, the entire Legion."

"How is that possible!"

Horus shouted, his eyes wide, almost roaring.

"Follow me~"

Saying that, Francis pulled Horus towards the Soul Drinkers' rest area.

At this moment, everyone was eating and resting. Upon seeing Francis, they immediately stood up.

"Soul Drinkers, what is our slogan?"

Hearing their Primarch's prompt, they all shouted in unison.

"Kill the False Emperor, humanity belongs to Chaos!"

"Kill the False Emperor, humanity belongs to Chaos!"

"..."

The immense sound wave made Francis's hair flutter in the air, but unfortunately, Horus was bald.

Francis: !!!

He nudged the still-shocked Horus and whispered in his ear, "Do you want hair to grow? I have a treasure here that's specialized for hair growth."

Horus, whose eyes were already wide, widened them even further.

"No, I don't need it. I'm fine. You keep it for yourself."

After saying this, Horus left alone, as if he had suffered some kind of blow.

"Don't go, let's talk more! Where are you going~"

"Don't follow me. Angron and the others are in the meeting room on the left. You should go find them."

Horus left with great resolve, and Francis couldn't stop him.

Ugh!

Since I'm already here, might as well check it out.

Walking down the bridge, all the Sons of Horus who passed by Francis were startled by his appearance.

Francis couldn't help but shake his head. As expected, they were all unsophisticated bumpkins who had never seen the world.

As he walked to the outside of the conference room, he heard Angron and a feminine voice coming from inside.

"Is it really that good?"

"Of course, the more you slack off, the stronger the feeling gets. I can't describe this feeling to you, it's just so good!"

"How did you do it? Doesn't this thing always make you angry and bloodthirsty?"

"It's all thanks to Francis, the miraculous doctor. I specifically looked up this ancient term, and it really suits him."

"Do you have any extra? Let me also..."

Francis gasped, he was a little hesitant to go in, afraid the scene would be too beautiful for him to bear.

"Who?"

Two voices rang out.

There was no other way, Francis had to grit his teeth and open the door to go in.

Upon opening the door, he saw the Legion Master of the Emperor's Children Legion, Fulgrim, standing in front of Angron, while Angron sat in a chair.

The two of them were standing in a rather... awkward position.

Seeing Francis hesitate to enter, Fulgrim realized his impropriety and quickly found a seat.

Only then did Francis get a clear look at Fulgrim.

He had striking silver-white long hair, which cascaded down his back like flowing water.

His eyes were like deep lakes, shimmering with wisdom and cunning. His face was exceptionally handsome, with features so exquisite they looked as if they were carved, making him unforgettable at first glance.

Francis thought to himself, As expected of the most handsome son. A face like this on a woman would also be devastatingly beautiful!

"Long time no see, Francis. Your changes... are quite significant." Fulgrim gently brushed his hair aside, his brow furrowed slightly.

This was all because of the Many-Eyed Biological Armor Francis was wearing, which was truly blinding!

"After all, I died once. Reborn, you know!"

Francis said with a self-deprecating laugh. From the moment he arrived, he had been scanning Fulgrim with his Many-Eyes. He clearly felt a strong Warp connection emanating from the other man.

Moreover, it wasn't his own connection; it was clearly something someone else had implanted, and the two energies were constantly clashing.

He also noticed Fulgrim constantly observing Angron, and his legs were even shaking, clearly restless.

The three of them just stared at each other, not saying a word. Francis had never encountered such a situation before.

Finally, Fulgrim looked at Francis with eyes full of yearning and said.

"I heard you made this thing on Angron's head? Can you make another one?"

Francis felt something was wrong, terribly wrong!

Do demons who have been ■■■■ become this perverted?

"This thing can only be used by Angron. He has the Butcher's Nails implanted, and he'll die if it's not modified."

Francis could only answer truthfully.

"Is that so? As long as the Butcher's Nails are implanted, you can make a new one, right?"

Fulgrim's response made Francis gasp repeatedly.

Fortunately, Horus walked in at this moment.

Looking at Angron lounging comfortably, then at Fulgrim sending suggestive glances to Francis, and Francis himself clad in clothes made of alien flesh.

Even though nothing had started yet, Horus already felt like he was going to fail!

He suddenly recalled the whisper: "By calculation, you cannot win this war. Only by joining me can you win~"

Horus quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought.

"Ahem, we're about to land on the ground. We're going into action, everyone get your spirits up."