For a moment, Lox, Oll Persson, and Malcador stood together before the Emperor. They ignored the Custodian serving as a decoy and stared straight at the Emperor behind him.
The Custodian tried to say something, but Malcador sent him back to Terra with a powerful burst of psychic force.
The man's presence was an embarrassment to the Sigillite. The Emperor's conduct was simply disgraceful.
Neoth could endure it, but Malcador had completely run out of patience.
With the last shred of the Emperor's dignity laid bare, he immediately became awkward again.
"My friends, what are you trying to do?"
"We are going to stop you from continuing to absorb Warp energy, no matter how much. You must cease that absurdly risky course of action. You have still concealed the truth, despite repeatedly promising that you had not crossed any lines."
"You and your sons were cut from exactly the same cloth."
Lox had finally understood where Magnus's arrogance and recklessness, and Perturabo's stubbornness and pride, came from.
Every primarch possessed some of the Emperor's flaws, as well as some of his virtues.
But conversely, the Emperor possessed every primarch's flaws.
"You cannot stop me. My mind is made up."
Even under the pressure of his three comrades, the Emperor still stubbornly held his ground.
"We must defeat Horus, but without absorbing Warp energy, I have no absolute certainty that I can defeat the Four Gods behind him."
"Everything now must yield to this battle."
Faced with Horus as he was now, he truly lacked confidence. The master of mankind knew full well that whether the rebellion ignited by Horus could be ended depended, in truth, on only two people.
That was whether the Emperor could defeat Horus. If he won, the rebels would naturally have no chance of turning things