Chapter 49: The Daemon of Istvaan V
The power of Chaos seized the opportunity to invade Horus's body. Horus felt his mind becoming increasingly crowded, with countless alien thoughts pouring into him.
Even his vision began to distort, and a strong sense of weightlessness overwhelmed him. Horus clutched his head and screamed madly. "Ah ah ah ah ah! So noisy!"
Boom!
Powerful psychic fluctuations erupted from his body.
The Ork Boyz scratched their heads in confusion, wondering where the sudden gust of wind came from.
But the surrounding Sons of Horus were not so lucky. The Librarians, who had been unleashing devastating psychic powers, suddenly began to swell rapidly, like inflating balloons.
"Primarch, save me! Ah ah ah ah!" the Librarians screamed.
The Librarians looked at Horus in agony, their flesh growing uncontrollably, their psychic powers spiraling out of control!
Bang bang bang!
One by one, the Librarians transformed into Warp portals, and countless crimson daemons emerged from their bodies, breaking free like hatching insects! Some had not even died yet. They could clearly see the daemons emerging from their own flesh. At that moment, the usually stoic Astartes let out the most terrified screams they had ever uttered.
"Er ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Among the daemons that emerged from the flesh-and-blood gates, the most striking was a towering, muscular behemoth. His face resembled a canine's, with a blood-stained mane and sharp horns. He wore brass armor, had huge black wings on his back, and wielded a long whip and a great axe.
The moment he fully emerged, he continuously pounded his chest with both hands, looking up at the sky and roaring. "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
After speaking, he charged into the Ork tide, slaughtering madly. "Haha, awesome! So awesome!"
Francis's previously jovial face immediately darkened. "Horus! Look at what you've unleashed?"
"I came to have a heart-to-heart with you, and you're bringing in daemons to kill my subordinates, you bastard?"
"You actually joined Chaos just to win. I look down on you!"
At a glance from Francis, a group of Orks pulled out Gretchin weapons resembling megaphones and wildly shot at the daemons. And they made puffing, farting sounds!
Horus, who had just calmed down a little, saw his own sons being used as flesh-and-blood gates to summon daemons, and his heart was equally pained.
"No!" Horus cried out.
Horus leaped from the mountain of corpses, charged into the crowd, and swung his talon, tearing through countless daemons and Orks!
"Horus! I'm here to help you on orders. If you strike again, I won't be polite!" The bull-headed daemon An'ggrath swung his great axe, and the two collided in an instant.
Clang!
An'ggrath was directly pushed back, but the next second he immediately got up and roared. "Let's do this! Killing you is the same! Roar roar roar!"
The scene immediately devolved into chaos: Orks fighting daemons and Sons of Horus, Sons of Horus fighting Orks and daemons, daemons fighting Orks and Sons of Horus, and the World Eaters even fighting their own kind! Countless Ork Gargants and Dreadnought walkers joined the battlefield.
Angron asked Francis, who was slaughtering daemons, "What now, what's your plan?"
Francis, wielding his chainsword 'Widowmaker', swung it, slicing off the lower halves of a group of daemons and stuffing them into their mouths.
"Plan? What plan?" Francis was momentarily stunned, his chainsword still relentlessly reaping enemies.
Angron looked bewildered. "You have no plan, why did you come to find him?" At that moment, a Son of Horus suddenly burst in. He instinctively grabbed the warrior and violently smashed him into the distance. When he came to his senses, he felt immense guilt.
"Ah, I thought since I was already here, I'd come see him. He's not like you," Francis said.
"You're targeted by one pervert, he's targeted by four perverts! How can I save him?"
"Oh! Right, I can get the old man to persuade him!"
As he spoke, Francis suddenly thought of a solution. He mused for a moment, realizing he should be able to contact the Emperor now. The Emperor wasn't sitting on the Golden Throne right now.
With that thought, Francis casually picked up some Titan fragments, rubbed them in his hands, shaping them into a vox device. Then he charged at the battle-crazed Horus, hugged him from behind, and shouted, "Calm down, what does the Emperor say?"
The word 'Emperor' suddenly appeared in Horus's mind, and he immediately calmed down a lot, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Fa... Father!"
Beep beep beep.
As the call connected, Francis quickly shouted, "Fa... Father, tell Horus what you..."
Before he could finish, he heard a kind voice from the other end of the vox, a voice that made Horus tremble just by hearing it.
"I'm still busy, talk later."
"Oh, right. He's gone too far this time. Tell him to return to me after completing the Ullanor Crusade."
Francis stared in disbelief.
Angron stared in disbelief.
Crack.
I'm busy? No time? Ullanor Crusade?
It was as if something had shattered. The last trace of hope on Horus's face instantly turned into extreme ferocity, and he roared in anger.
"He doesn't care about me at all!"
"The False Emperor doesn't deserve the Imperium!"
"Ah ah ah ah!"
Horus violently broke free from Francis, and backhanded him!
Francis also swung his chainsword violently, and as the two collided, countless sparks flew. Then Francis pushed him with both hands, following up with a kick to his lower body. With a dull thud, both retreated several hundred meters simultaneously.
The vox device in Francis's hand had already turned into a lump of scrap metal.
"How are you?" Angron ran over and asked.
"What do you mean 'how'? I got screwed by the old man! At a time like this, he's still playing the patriarch. Damn it!" Francis said.
"I'm not fighting anymore! Can't carry this, absolutely can't carry this. He deserves to have his life support chopped off!"
Francis spat fiercely, grumbling as he turned to leave.
But Horus pursued relentlessly, still roaring. "Execute the False Emperor! He can only be with me!"
"Kill kill kill!"
Clearly somewhat deranged, Francis couldn't be bothered to fight him. He simply pointed in the direction of the daemon An'ggrath and exclaimed, "Holy crap, the Emperor's here! Right there!"
"Oh no! The Emperor's going to be taken by the daemons!"
Francis's sudden alarm immediately drew Horus's attention to the daemons.
Horus was seen chasing after the daemons madly, roaring, "Put him down, he's mine! Mine!"
Just as they were about to retreat, Fulgrim also ran out, disheveled, and a large number of Emperor's Children simultaneously surged into the battlefield.
Fulgrim, also wearing Terminator armor and wielding the silver Blade of the Laer, stood before them, looking at Angron with a disappointed expression. "Angron! Have you fallen so low as to associate with Orks?!"
Angron "..."
"I'm Francis. Long time no see, Third Brother," Francis said, scratching his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Such a cunning Ork! You even know Francis's pet name for me! Do you think you can fool me with that?" Fulgrim said.
"I'm not brainless like Angron! Prepare to die!"
Fulgrim, without another word, swung his daemon blade at Francis.
Francis said nothing.
"Have you forgotten about the melta-gun the other day? Have you forgotten what happened in bed that night?"
As the words fell, Fulgrim's blade stopped less than a meter from Francis's thigh. Fulgrim was somewhat bewildered. Everything Francis said matched up.
"Only Francis knows about this, you..." Fulgrim began.
Before he could finish, his arm, unbidden, continued to stab at Francis. A ruthless glint flashed in Fulgrim's eyes, and he roared, "Die!"
"I knew you'd pull something like this, kid!"
A flicker of excitement crossed Francis's eyes, as if it were a role-playing game! As Fulgrim stabbed his thigh, Francis punched him in the face, sending him flying backward.
"How can this be! Why can't you be invaded!" Half of Fulgrim's face looked at Francis with extreme ruthlessness, while the other half screamed in terror. "Francis, I didn't do it! It's a daemon!"
"Hehehe, you should see who's got my back in the Warp!"
"Don't panic, Third Brother. I don't have balls right now, no big deal. I can still have kids when I change back later," Francis said, dabbing some saliva on the wound. The wound on his thigh immediately stopped bleeding.
The daemon "..."
Fulgrim "..."
[End of Chapter]
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