Two weeks later.
"No matter what you see, please stay calm." Roboute Guilliman reminded Horus who was standing next to him.
In the final battle that decided the fate of Milky Way, Tzeentch used special means to recall Horus, whose existence had been erased, and transformed him into Fundamental God and the carrier of many Chaos powers.
The Emperor and God-Emperor saved the remains of Horus at the last moment, and spent such a long time restoring Horus to its original appearance.
The current Horus only has the name Primarchs, but does not have the reality of Primarchs. There is no Warp Essence in the body.
But for Roboute Guilliman, this is no longer important.
It's great to see a brother return, even if he made a huge mistake.
The splendid and magnificent corridor is very quiet, and even Adeptus Custodes can't be seen. Roboute Guilliman will not accuse Adeptus Custodes of leaving their posts without permission. After all, the current Imperial Palace is really chaotic.
There is a holy shadow standing in the distance, and its huge wings can catch people's eyes more than anything else.
Horus suddenly became excited. He patted Roboute Guilliman on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Look! It's an angel! It's Sanguinius... Oh my god... I've always wanted to see him and apologize to him... I... I remember the tragedy on Vengeful Spirit very clearly."
Roboute Guilliman forced a smile, and then encouraged Horus who was a little worried, "Go ahead Horus, I believe Sanguinius will forgive you."
Horus controls his speed and puts himself in a fast walking state where he is about to run.
As he got closer and closer to Sanguinius, the anxiety and excitement on his face were replaced by doubts.
The person in the distance is indeed Sanguinius, there is no doubt about this.
But that body... that face...
Sanguinius She...
Sanguinius also saw Horus, but there was no excitement or emotion on her face to see her brother again. Her perfect face only revealed a sense of insanity similar to that of Konrad Curze.
Sanguinius shouted at Roboute Guilliman with red eyes, "Roboute Guilliman! What the hell happened! Rogal Dorn's stupid tongue can't explain anything!"
"Calm Angel..." Roboute Guilliman gave a quiet look to the confused Horus, and then explained as briefly as possible, "Do you still remember those books by Jaghatai?"
"Of course..."
"That's easy to handle. Jaghatai's book has become a Warp holy object, an extension of Isha Slaanesh's power. Then Slaanesh and Tzeentch want to have fun, so..."
"So the two of them used damn magic to turn us into this!"
"That's probably it... Currently we can't find the location of Isha and can't contact Subjective One, so the spell on you may continue for some time."
"No!" Sanguinius wailed, covering her face and sitting on the ground.
Roboute Guilliman walked over and helped Sanguinius up, then gave her a firm hug, "Sanguinius, you are still the perfect angel in our hearts, don't give up on yourself, okay?"
Sanguinius stood up and grinned mischievously at Roboute Guilliman. She calmed herself down and then looked at Horus who was at a loss.
Horus looked at Sanguinius and saw that the brother he was familiar with was not wearing a gorgeous armor with shining golden light, but a pure white dress inlaid with many beautiful and exquisite gems.
The champion swordsman and embroidery master of Blood Angels Chapter sewed the Blood Angels logo on the chest and the edge of the skirt. It is difficult to imagine the expressions and mental activities of these fierce warriors who killed countless heretics and Xenos while sewing women's dresses for their fathers.
Dante: Very good assignment, made me Chainsword spin.
Now Sanguinius is not Primarchs who has one great love, but Primarchs who has a pair of great loves.
Horus's complexion turned red and white, then turned white and red again.
For a long time, he couldn't say anything and could only hang his head in frustration.
Sanguinius held Horus's hand, and with a smile on his face that could kill an entire legion in rebellion, he said, "Horus, my brother. The past is in the past. Now go meet the others. They all miss you."
The softness of the palm was unimaginable, and when Sanguinius pulled his hand away, Horus felt a little reluctant to leave.
Well... if this hand is not necessary, I will never wash it in my life.
Sanguinius fluttered its wings and flew away. At this time, Horus asked Roboute Guilliman, "What on earth is going on? I mean, why do their characters become like this..."
"So gentle? Or is it because of the spell? That spell changed them from male to female, and also transformed part of their strength into idealized sensibility...Sanguinius's situation has been calculated, and the most terrifying thing is Konrad Curze... But fortunately this change only happened in Primarchs. If it is true as Jaghatai writes, even the legion has changed, I really don't know how to face it."
"For example, the daughter version of Calgar and Cato Sicarius?"
"Don't lead me to think about that horrible picture..."
Two Primarchs came to the restaurant. This area that had been abandoned was now surprisingly lively.
The Primarchs sitting at the door is Lion El'Jonson. The furious Lion is wearing a straight coat often worn by military nobles, and her blond hair hangs down like a waterfall on her waist.
Like Sanguinius, his broad mind makes people worry about whether the buttons on his chest can withstand the enthusiasm of Lion El'Jonson.
"Oh... it's you." Lion El'Jonson took a sip of tea and was lukewarm about Horus's arrival. "I should have killed you with a knife and made you take responsibility for the crime of rebellion... but now."
Lion El'Jonson stood up and walked to Horus, then hugged him hard, "Welcome back, my brother."
Horus was stiff. Being treated so kindly by Lion El'Jonson was even more uncomfortable than killing him. The huge contrast made him suspect that everything in front of him was not real. He was still trapped in a crazy time and space.
Lion El'Jonson put his mouth close to Horus's ear, and continued with a slight sense of showing off, "Now Warmaster of Imperium is me..."
"What?"
Lion El'Jonson let go of Horus, leaving him with a proud figure sitting back at the table and continuing to drink tea.
Rogal Dorn came over with a bruised face, still holding Perturabo in his hand, which was struggling and had shrunk a lot.
"Damn you old stone! Who do you think you are? My brother?" Perturabo became even more difficult to deal with after becoming a girl, and Rogal Dorn looked at Perturabo's bulging female face and couldn't help but use a heavy hand, so he could only block Perturabo's attack with a dinner plate.
Perturabo was thrown to the ground, buttocks and the ground were firmly touching. After she saw Horus, she forgot to complain about Rogal Dorn's clumsiness. She stood next to Horus and said how much she once admired Horus, and how he trampled on her expectations.