The Loyal Primarch

"Gentlemen, Horus, as the original Warmaster of the Imperium, was undoubtedly loyal and undoubtedly excellent."

The Night Haunter's sudden change in tone left the others somewhat bewildered.

The Night Haunter's initial attitude, coupled with his sudden change, makes the overall transformation seem far too abrupt.

"Judging from the fate you've described, I am indeed the chief culprit of the Horus Heresy. I destroyed the Great Crusade, destroyed everything in the Imperium, and destroyed the future of humanity."

"But that's not you, Horus. I just said, you are no longer yourself. The real you died in that Temple."

"The Father of Plagues's poisoned blade tormented you for seven days, and you endured seven days of near-death injuries."

"The Chaos Gods of the Warp cannot corrupt your soul; they can only kill it. You are undoubtedly loyal and tenacious, Horus."

"Then why...?"

"Why do I keep saying you were the chief culprit of the Horus Heresy? Because that's how it's recorded in the official Imperium history; the details are known only to the Emperor himself."

"When he boarded the Vengeful Spirit, you had already smashed Sanguinius into a pulp, or more accurately, a portion of him into a pulp."

Puff!

No sooner had the Night Haunter uttered those words than he heard the sound of someone vomiting—no, not vomiting, but spraying.

It was Sanguinius himself.

He spat out all the strawberry jam he had eaten.

The other Primarch looked at the strawberry jam in their hands and felt a chill run down their spines; the dread in their hearts wouldn't dissipate.

"Night Haunter!"

"Don't be angry, Your Majesty Sanguinius. Curze already warned you, but you wouldn't listen."

"Now I finally understand why, in the original destiny, I launched you into space!"

"Then we're even now," the Night Haunter replied indifferently.

"Alright, Night Haunter, I'll handle the rest."

Seeing that if this continued, Sanguinius would definitely beat up the Night Haunter first, Curze had no choice but to take over the conversation.

"When the Emperor boarded the Vengeful Spirit and saw the fallen Sanguinius, he looked at Horus and asked his question."

He asked the other person why they killed his son.

Horus expressed his deep sorrow, but the Emperor knew very well that the person standing before him at that moment was not Horus; Horus's soul was gone.

"At that time, what stood before me was a puppet imbued with the power of the Four Gods."

"Watching Sanguinius die, and seeing his beloved son become a puppet of Warp God, the Emperor was undoubtedly in agony."

"But faced with that situation, he had no choice but to kill Horus. So the Emperor made a difficult decision."

"Exile your humanity and absorb the power of the Warp."

"Only by banishing one's humanity, allowing oneself to wield that sword, and absorbing the power of the Warp, can one possibly defeat the opponent."

"The Emperor cannot do this," Dorn said.

Curze glanced at Dorn, then nodded.

"You're right, Dorn. If the Emperor really does that, then humanity will have nothing left to do."

"For now, it's a dead end," the Khan said.

"No, it wasn't a dead end. When this situation arose, someone no one expected stepped forward."

"Who?"

"The Emperor's first Warmaster, the Perpetual Oll Persson."

"Is there anything else about me?" Oll Persson, who was sitting to the side, asked.

"Yes, old Warmaster, in this game, your presence and Loken's are extremely important."

"As we mentioned earlier, Loken stayed by Horus's body until the very end, and he was killed by Erebus."

"But before that, he and Oll Persson advised the Emperor, and ultimately, the Emperor abandoned the plan to absorb the power of the Warp to defeat Horus."

"If that's the case, Neoth is very likely to die," Oll Persson said.

"Just as he was on the verge of death, you appeared, Old Warmaster. The power of Enuncia was still immense. At that moment, you appeared before the Emperor and protected him."

"At that time, in the Emperor's Tarot, you were Guard."

"Although you are about to burn yourself out, you have accomplished what fate has entrusted to you."

"Then I can say I died a worthy death." Oll Persson glanced at the Emperor who now sat on the throne.

He actually felt a sense of relief.

"As the Emperor lay dying, he used his power to create an illusion in which Horus saw his beloved son."

"That was Garviel Loken, the last Luna Wolves of that era."

"In the Emperor's Tarot, he is a Lamp."

"When Horus faced Loken, he ultimately revealed a slight weakness, and it was this weakness that allowed the Emperor's plan to be executed; he killed Horus."

"From this moment on, the Horus Heresy is over."

"This was all a conspiracy of the Warp, a twist of fate, and a tragedy for a family, because in the end it was just a father killing a son."

"In my Dad's words, if the Emperor's emotional intelligence were greater than that of a mature banana, many tragedies could be avoided."

After listening to Curze finish his final words, the Primarch felt a strange sense of bewilderment.

That bitter confusion left them disoriented. Even though they had avoided that fate in this world, the cruel truth still left them reeling for a long time.

"And then what happened?" Dorn asked.

"Dorn, let's take a break. I'm quite tired after talking about the Horus Heresy for so long."

"You didn't say that much; it was mostly the Night Haunter who did the talking."

"Can't you be a little more tactful, my brother? What's coming next isn't going to be good for you."

Dorn paused for a moment upon hearing this, then gave his answer.

"I am Roger Dorn, the Imperial Fists never backs down, I will never fall."

Seeing Dorn's stubborn expression, Curze felt a terrible toothache.

Nothing else, it's mainly due to internal heat.

"Defensio!"

"Exist!"

"Dorn is in your hands now, Sigismund and I'll keep him quiet for a while. I need some time to process this."

"Uh... yes!"

Finally Defensio and Sigismund dragged Dorn away from the Throne Room so he could get some fresh air.

What are you doing?

Looking at the two people in front of him, one was his favorite warrior and the other was his most outstanding Scions, Dorn surprisingly did not lose his temper.

If it were anyone else, they would have been embedded in the wall long ago.

"Dorn, just listen to the Boss. The Boss said the situation is going to be very troublesome, and it must be extremely troublesome."

"I am the Primarch of the Imperial Fists!"

"Of course I know that, sir. My Uncle also said that you are the hardest rock in the Imperium, but even the Stalwart Stone will weather."

"The tide of history is like a rolling river; even Stalwart Stone rocks turn to dust and steel decays—no one can stop it."

"Your original fate was already tragic enough. Do you think cleaning up the mess after the war will be easier than fighting the war itself?"

"My lord, please listen to Defensio. Besides, we already understand the key issues regarding the Horus Heresy as ordained in the original destiny."

"Now, everyone needs to properly digest this massive amount of information."

"And don't forget that recounting the entire Horus Heresy is merely a small part of the effects of this Klein bottle; our ultimate goal is to find the Father of Night."

Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, Dorn nodded.

"Okay, 5 minutes."