Horus froze. The God-Emperor's behavior was far too abnormal. Before he could say anything, The Emperor followed right behind the God-Emperor and spoke.
"That's right! I believe justice and light will surely triumph over evil!"
The corner of Horus's mouth twitched. Then he roared with a twisted expression, "What are you doing? Are your brains underdeveloped? Am I facing a bunch of children raised on some garden world?"
No one paid any attention to Horus's insults. The God-Emperor, The Emperor, and the Void Dragon merely stacked their hands together. They gazed at one another, their eyes brimming with a light of hope so nauseating that even they themselves found it chilling.
Tzeentch suffered even more at the sight. She lay on the ground, clutching Lin Fan's leg and begging, "No! Please! Not this! Use another method! Even if you personally stepped in and tore Horus apart! I can't stand this weirdness... I can't take it anymore!"
Lin Fan kicked Tzeentch aside and continued thinking about the clichéd scenes that had appeared countless times in hot-blooded shonen manga.
Guided by this power, The Emperor and the Void Dragon endured their inner embarrassment as they absorbed the inexplicable power of hope from other living beings.
While they gathered their strength, Horus had considered attacking. But horrifyingly, he discovered that he could not move at all. He could only float there blankly and watch the power of the three gods grow ever stronger, turning into a spiral that shot toward him at high speed.
What he should have done now was dodge! He should have relied on his own temporal and spatial disorder to escape into a rift, emerge from another direction, and unleash a devastating strike from behind them.
Horus's mind was perfectly clear, but his body refused to obey him. It