Hero Malcador

The Death of Great Angel Sanguinius.

Even as the Night Haunter recounted their original destiny, they repeatedly denied it in their hearts, but what was destined to happen would still happen.

"Even after the end of the War of the Webway, with the Aegis, a composite Void Shield system built by Dorn in the Imperial Palace, there were still a large number of Mortals and Astartes responsible for its defense."

"The final result is just as we see in this scene: the Primarch Chaos finally descended upon Terra, and the moment that would decide the Humanity's Fate began."

"Terra, humanity's Homeworld, the place where destiny begins and ends, is the coronation site Horus chose for him."

"Given the Heresy faction's firepower, they could have easily blasted the entire Terra into cosmic dust."

"But Horus had his own plans; he wanted to defeat his hypocritical father on this Planet and ascend to the throne of the gods."

"As the palace's defenses gradually weakened, Warmaster Horus, the mastermind behind the Horus Heresy, appeared aboard the Vengeful Spirit."

"Actually, according to the Heresy faction's plan, Horus was quite satisfied with the results at the time, but what was bound to happen still happened."

"Roboute and Lion El'Jonson have completed their mission and are heading to Terra, which is not good news for the Heresy faction, especially Roboute's troops."

"As mentioned before, Roboute used the entire resources of the Ultramar Sector for this war."

"Of course, Horus's allies wouldn't let Roboute's plan succeed; they would intervene to stop him. Thus, the Vengeful Spirit Fleet, consisting of 6,000 warships, appeared before Roboute."

"Roboute lost in this matter because of his lack of caution. If he had been more reckless at that moment, the Warp God would have had to go back to casting."

Did I participate in the Siege of Terra?

The Night Haunter simply shook his head at Roboute's question.

"I'm sorry, Roboute, you didn't reach Terra during the Siege of Terra. You were trapped outside Terra by the Chaos Gods's plot, stuck in those eternal nine hours."

"As we've already said, the Warp needs to make room for them, father and son."

"And at this very moment, the battlefield of Terra and the Vengeful Spirit are the dueling arena for this father and son."

"This is a father-son game."

"In this situation, I want to emphasize one person: the Imperium Chancellor, the Sigillite Malcador the Sigillite."

"In his original destiny, he represented the greatest sacrifice of that era; he was a hero of the Imperium."

"The Chancellor, he..."

"Unfortunately, Roboute, as we just mentioned, the Emperor foresaw the future when he sat on the Golden Throne."

"When the Wolf of Fenris appears on Terra, it will be his last chance to leave the Golden Throne, and this opportunity will be fought for by Malcador."

"Before the Emperor departed, Malcador sat on the throne, and in his final moments, he gave the Emperor his last gift."

"Those were the 12 outstanding individuals he selected from across the entire galaxy. At the same time, the Grey Knights Project was officially launched. They would be the final gift that the two greatest people in this Imperium left for humanity."

"Of course, in this timeline, the Grey Knights are no longer important; the Dawn Army Group has done most of the work."

Upon hearing the Night Haunter bring up this matter, Malcador's face burned with embarrassment.

If only he had listened to Old Han, and developed the Grey Knights sooner, wouldn't that have solved everything?

Now it's all right.

Back when Old Han was around, I was well-connected in every aspect of my life.

But right now, it's only on the issue of the Grey Knights that Malcador can't explain himself.

He used to be in the middle, taking advantage of both sides; now he's stubborn and gets blocked at both ends.

The Primarch had some reservations about him because of the Grey Knights and the Dawn Army Group, and as for the Emperors, he could only say he was tired.

"The Chancellor of the Imperium of Man, the hero Malcador, his sacrifice was inevitable when he sat on the Golden Throne; his body, soul, Psychic Powers, and everything of the Perpetual were burned to ashes by the Golden Throne."

He had nothing left—no, to be more precise, only a clump of ashes.

After saying this, the Night Haunter looked at Malcador, who was sitting to one side.

Surprisingly, he bowed to Malcador.

This was the first time the Night Haunter had been so polite to someone since his appearance.

"Although in your original destiny you died and were reduced to ashes, and although in your original destiny I stood against the Imperium, your loyalty earns my respect, Uncle."

Malcador simply nodded, saying nothing more, because he didn't know what to say.

As the Night Haunter spoke of, the entire Imperium was filled with suffering and Despair along that thread of fate.

Brothers quarrel, even those living in the same room turn against each other.

The dream of the Great Crusade was shattered in an instant, and humanity's bright future vanished in a flash.

It was too late.

Looking at the present, we almost followed in their footsteps.

"I'm very sorry about what happened with Old Han."

"You don't need to apologize for this, Uncle Ma, especially since we've already found Dad's trail," Curze said.

Malcador nodded and sat silently to one side.

"And what's next?" Sanguinius' voice was very calm, revealing no emotion.

The Night Haunter was not in a hurry; he simply took out a few jars of strawberry Jam.

"The story that follows is far too bitter, so have some Jam to sweeten your taste buds and hopefully soothe the bitterness in your hearts."

Upon seeing the Night Haunter's actions, Curze's expression instantly changed.

"Alright, Night Haunter, quickly put the Jam away; your actions are not quite right."

"I'm doing this for the brothers' own good."

"It would be strange if you thought you were doing this for your brothers; there's a limit to joking around."

"I have a head, you'll have to ask Ferrus Manus about this."

"Brothers, aren't your jokes a bit too outrageous?" Ferrus Manus said helplessly.

Seeing Curze's reaction, the others, though they had already picked up the Jam, did not take any further action. As for Guilliman himself, he simply put the Jam away.

The Primarch's supercomputer had already made him consider some possibilities, but he dared not admit them.

"Alright, since you put it that way, Curze, I'll stop joking and get on with the rest."

"What follows is a brutal showdown."

"When the Emperor rose to his feet, at the moment of this final battle, Emperor and his two loyal Scions joined the Vengeful Spirit."

Sanguinius and Dorn boarded the Vengeful Spirit with the Emperor, but due to the interference of the Chaos Gods, the three were teleported to different places.

"And the Great Angel of the Imperium must first confront Horus himself."

"The Great Angel's Fated Death is also fulfilled at this moment."

"Please wait, Night Haunter."

"What's wrong, Horus?"

"If what you say is true, then the Great Angel's Fated Death has come true in my life?"

"Yes, Sanguinius actually saw many ways he would die in the Prophecy, but in the end, he still faced being killed by you."

He was... killed by himself?

"I... I killed the Great Angel?!"

Horus's voice was choked with sobs, filled with shock and terror that he could not believe it no matter what.

"Yes, with the power of the Four Gods, you are incredibly strong. Furthermore, the Great Angel calmly accepted his fate; his death was inevitable."

"No one could have stopped this from happening, and by then, you were no longer yourself."