"Eee-!! Waaah-!!!"
An ear-piercing infant's cry, filled with anger and... sorrow, suddenly erupted behind Horus!
Then Horus felt something viciously... bite his back!
"Ow!"
Liu Zhipeng nearly threw the spear away.
He whipped his head around and stiffly reached behind his back.
The "M41-model baby carrier" he had painstakingly fashioned from canvas and rope was being violently thrashed about by its "passenger."
Baby Fulgrim had sunk his little mouth, with its few newly grown milk teeth, into Horus's steel-hard latissimus dorsi and refused to let go.
He reckoned not even a bolt round could pierce his muscles, but a bite from this little bastard actually fucking hurt!
"Eee! Ah! Ah!"
Baby Fulgrim glared furiously at Horus, his large violet eyes brimming with tears.
No, he wasn't looking at Horus.
He was looking at... Mace, who lay on the floor in front of Horus.
Horus froze completely. Spear raised, he held the imposing pose of a man about to "throw a javelin," but his face was filled with disbelief and bewilderment.
He looked at the infant behind him, whose face had gone red from crying.
Then he looked at the Chaos Space Marine on the floor, who was so frightened he was about to wet himself.
An insane thought surfaced in his mind.
"You've got to be kidding me... Homelander." Horus was inwardly wailing.
This infant was Fulgrim. The loyal, perfect Phoenix who had yet to fall.
And the one on the floor in pink armour was his "child." A member of the Third Legion, the "Emperor's Children."
He carefully unfastened the "backpack" from his back and cradled it in his palm.
"Are you fucking... having a bleeding-heart moment? You want to save him?"
"Eee... oooh..."
Baby Fulgrim stopped pounding him. His tear-filled violet eyes stared fixedly at Horus.
He didn't