Horus had returned?
Wait.
Horus?
Which Horus?
At first, none of the Black Legion had connected it to Horus at all.
After all, their Warmaster had long since died.
That Horus who had offered them spiritual counsel, treated each of them with generosity and kindness, and acknowledged them like a father—he had long since died.
They had even asked countless times, only to receive the same answer: there was no way for him to return. That was why they had followed Abaddon completely.
But now they were hearing that—
Horus had returned.
But if Horus had returned, why would Abaddon destroy them?!
"Vashtorr, you're still trying to drive a wedge between us? We should have slaughtered you back then!"
Renster would not believe the instigation of the Chaos evil god before him.
They had dealt with Chaos for far too long. If they were so easily provoked, they would have long since been devoured clean by these Chaos creatures.
How could they still be standing here, listening to his nonsense?
As for Vashtorr's sinister intentions, they did not know what Vashtorr's purpose was.
But they knew one thing clearly: whatever an evil god wanted, the outcome was bound to be bad.
They would not be deceived by the Chaos gods again and again.
Some of them had already fallen to Chaos, while others had become so physically mutated and twisted that they barely resembled their former selves, but they knew that the daemons of Chaos had absolutely no credibility.
Thus, although Vashtorr's words shook them, compared to those among them who had once been beguiled by the voices of Chaos, the temptation Vashtorr offered was not even one-thousandth, or one-hundredth, of the other secret messages they had heard.
Before the Great Crusade.
Magnus's Thousand Sons Legion had once found a