Istvaan V's Demons

The power of Chaos seized the opportunity to invade Horus's body. Horus only felt his mind becoming more and more crowded, with countless things that didn't belong there being poured into his body.

Even his vision began to distort, and a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him. Horus just wanted to vent, clutching his head and roaring madly. "Ahhhhh! It's too loud!"

With a BOOM, a powerful psychic wave surged from him.

The Ork Boy scratched his head in confusion, unaware of where the gust of wind had come from.

The Sons of Horus around them were not so lucky. The Librarians, who had been using their psychic powers to kill on a large scale, suddenly began to swell rapidly, like hot air balloons.

"Primarch, save me! Ahhhhh~"

The Librarians looked at Horus in agony as their flesh grew uncontrollably, their psychic powers spiraling out of control!

BANG BANG BANG!

One by one, the Librarians transformed into Warp rifts, and countless scarlet Demons broke free from their bodies!

Some of them weren't even dead yet. They could clearly see Demons emerging from their own bodies. At that moment, the usually calm Astartes let out the most terrified scream yet.

"Ughhhhhhh!~"

Among the Demons that emerged from the flesh gates, the most conspicuous was a towering, muscular behemoth with a canine-like face, blood-stained mane, and sharp horns.

Clad in brass armor, with enormous black wings on his back, he wielded a whip and a great axe.

The moment he fully emerged, he repeatedly beat his chest with his hands and roared towards the sky. "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

After speaking, it charged into the Ork tide, slaughtering them madly. "Haha, awesome! So awesome!"

Francis's previously grinning face immediately turned grim. "Horus! Look at what you've protected?"

"I came to talk, and you're having Demons kill my subordinates, you bastard?"

"I look down on you for joining Chaos just to win!"

With a glance from Francis, a group of Orks pulled out Gretchin weapons that looked like giant horns and fired wildly at the Demons.

And they emitted farting sounds! Poot poot poot!

Horus, who had just begun to calm down, saw his own sons being used as flesh gates to summon Demons, and his heart ached.

"No!!!"

Horus leaped off the mountain of corpses and charged into the crowd, swinging his hammer fiercely, tearing apart countless Demons and Orks!

"Horus! I was ordered to help you, so don't make me get rough!" The bull-headed Demon Angron swung his great axe. The moment they collided.

CLANG!

Angron was sent flying backward, immediately got up, and roared, "Screw it! Killing you is the same! Roar roar roar~"

The scene immediately descended into chaos. Orks fought Demons and Sons of Horus, Sons of Horus fought Orks and Demons, Demons fought Orks and Sons of Horus, and the World Eaters even fought their own kind!

Countless Ork Titans and Dreadnought Titans joined the battlefield.

Angron asked Francis, who was slaughtering Demons, "What now? What's your plan?"

Francis held his chainsword, the Widowmaker, and swung it fiercely, severing the lower bodies of a group of Demons and shoving their lower halves into their mouths.

"Plan? What plan?" Francis was stunned, his chainsword still harvesting enemies.

"??? You don't have a plan, so why did you come to find him?" The melancholic Angron was bewildered. At that moment, a Son of Horus suddenly barged in. He instinctively grabbed the Astartes and hurled him into the distance.

When he came to his senses, he felt immense guilt.

"Ah, I thought, since I'm already here, I might as well come see him. He's different from you."

"You're being targeted by one freak, he's being targeted by four freaks! How can I save him?"

"Oh! Right! I can have Old Man Deng persuade him!"

As he spoke, Francis suddenly thought of a solution. He pondered for a moment, realizing he should be able to contact the Emperor right now.

He wasn't busy on the toilet at the moment.

Thinking of this, Francis casually picked up some Titan fragments, rubbed them in his hands, and shaped them into a phone.

Then, he charged towards the blood-crazed Horus, hugged him from behind, and shouted, "Calm down, what did the Emperor say?"

The words "Emperor" suddenly appeared in Horus's mind, and he immediately calmed down significantly, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Fa... Father!"

Ring ring ring~

As the call connected, Francis quickly shouted, "Old... Father, tell Horus about your..."

Before he could finish, he heard a gentle voice from the other end of the phone, a voice that made Horus tremble to his core.

"I'm still busy, we'll talk later~"

"Oh, right. He went too far this time. Let him finish the 'Eleven-for-One' purge, and then come see me."

Francis: ...

Angron: ...

Crack~

"I'm busy? No time? The 'Eleven-for-One' purge?"

It was as if something shattered. The anticipation that had flickered on Horus's face instantly turned into an unbearable ferocity as he roared in anger.

"He doesn't have me in his heart at all!!!"

"The False Emperor doesn't deserve the Imperium!!"

"Aaaahhhhh!"

Horus violently broke free from Francis and struck back with his fist!

Francis also swung his chainsword fiercely. The moment the two met, countless sparks erupted.

Immediately after, Francis pushed forward with both hands, simultaneously kicking at the opponent's lower body. With a dull thud, both were sent flying back hundreds of meters.

The phone in Francis's hand had already turned into a lump of scrap metal.

"How are you?" Angron ran over and asked.

"How else? Got screwed over by the old man! Even now, he's still acting like some patriarch. Damn it!"

"Not fighting anymore! Can't carry him, absolutely can't carry him. Serves him right that his hook got cut off!"

Francis spat viciously, cursed under his breath, and turned to leave.

But Horus wouldn't let it go and chased after him, still roaring, "Slay the False Emperor! He can only be with me!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Clearly losing his mind, Francis couldn't be bothered to fight him. He pointed directly at the demon Angron and exclaimed, "Holy crap, the Emperor is here! Right over there!"

"This is bad! The Emperor is about to be taken by a demon!"

Francis's startled exclamation directly drew Horus's attention to the demon.

Horus frantically chased after the demon, roaring, "Let him go, he's mine! Mine!"

Just as they were preparing to retreat, Fulgrim also ran out, his clothes disheveled, followed by a large number of Emperor's Children pouring onto the battlefield.

Fulgrim, also clad in Terminator Power Armour and wielding a silver sword, stood before them and looked at Angron with disappointment, saying, "Angron! Have you fallen so low as to associate with Orks?!"

Angron: ...

"I'm Francis. Long time no see, Third Brother." Francis scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"What a cunning Ork! He even knows Francis's pet name for me! Do you think you can fool me with this?"

"I'm not like Angron, someone with no brain! Die!" Fulgrim said nothing more and swung his sword at Francis.

Francis: ...

"Don't you remember the meltagun from a few days ago? Don't you remember what happened in bed that day?"

As his words fell, Fulgrim's longsword stopped less than a meter from Francis's thigh. Fulgrim looked bewildered; everything the other man said matched up.

"Only Francis would know about this, you..."

Before he could finish, his arm moved uncontrollably, continuing to thrust towards the other man. A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Fulgrim's eyes as he roared, "Die!"

"I knew it, you brat would pull this stunt!"

A flicker of excitement flashed in Francis's eyes, as if he were role-playing!

As the other man stabbed his thigh, Francis punched him in the face, sending himself flying backward.

"How could this be! Why can't you be corrupted!" Fulgrim stared at the other man with half his face filled with ruthlessness, while the other half was filled with terror as he roared, "Francis, it wasn't me! It's the demon!"

"Heh heh~ You don't even look at who's got my back in the Warp!"

"Don't panic, Third Brother. I don't have any balls right now, so it's not a big problem. I can still have kids when I change back later." Francis licked his lips, and the bleeding from his thigh wound immediately stopped.

Demon: ...

Fulgrim: ..