hotmtlnovel Chapter 89 Guilliman's Arrival
Chapter 89 Guilliman's Arrival
The orc war chief was sent flying by Horus's powerful punch, crashing into a thick alloy wall. He spat out a mouthful of green blood and rose in a rage.
"WAAAGH!"
A deafening roar erupted from the gaping maw of the orc war chief.
Except for the essential parts that remained green muscle, his body, now entirely replaced with mechanical prosthetics, was churning wildly with hydraulic pistons, like a runaway war machine, as it lunged at Horus, who had just saved the emperor.
Bang!
The orc war chieftain angrily punched Horus, whose fist, encased in the Ironclad Terminator power armor, clashed violently with Horus's own, sending the shockwave flying and scattering debris around them.
Horus, who was not originally a match for the leader of the Orc Wars, suddenly unleashed a powerful warp force within his body after witnessing the Emperor in danger.
With the blessing of this mysterious power, his physical attributes experienced an astonishing surge. Combined with the Iron Cavalry-type Terminator power armor meticulously modified by the Cult of Machines, his overall combat power underwent a qualitative leap.
When the two sides resumed their fierce battle, the previously evenly matched situation only lasted for a short while.
Horus, now surging with power, completely overwhelmed the enemy. He then swung his sword backhand and delivered a fatal blow, cleanly and decisively killing the orc war leader who had previously been difficult for him to defeat.
"Lord Horus, you are invincible!"
The Shadowmoon Wolf warriors, their morale greatly boosted, cheered in unison and swarmed forward, cleanly and efficiently eliminating the guards of the orc war leader—a group of orcs whose bodies were covered in mechanical prosthetics and who were in a slump due to their leader's defeat.
Magnus and Levi, who rushed to the rescue, could only stand aside and watch the performance of the hundreds of Shadowmoon Wolves warriors, their expressions complicated.
Somewhat disappointed, Magnus didn't want to make a fool of himself. He quietly walked to the side and watched Horus help the emperor up and show him concern.
"My Lord Archmage, please don't take it to heart. This was all arranged by His Majesty." Li Wei sighed.
He himself could sense that something was amiss, and the meticulous Magnus was even more likely to notice the problem, as evidenced by the fact that Magnus hadn't rashly rushed forward to steal Horus's thunder.
"Hmm..." Hearing Li Wei's advice, Magnus paused and said in a low voice, "I didn't think too much about it. This was my father's choice. He loved each of his children, but he couldn't be absolutely fair. Moreover, Horus does need this warp-essence power to face future threats."
His tone was flat, but anyone with a discerning eye could hear the jealousy in Magnus's voice.
Magnus, whose strength was comparable to that of the Emperor, calmed down and realized that something was wrong. The play in front of him was too fake. The strength of the orc war leader was only difficult for Horus, who had not fully awakened the nature of the warp, to contend with.
However, in order to make Horus fully awaken to the nature of the warp, the Emperor went so far as to personally act out a scene, deliberately putting himself in a seemingly dangerous situation. Although the danger was fake, the favoritism was real.
Magnus was jealous. He knew the Emperor favored Horus, but he never expected the Emperor to go to such lengths for Horus, which made him feel particularly resentful.
Li Wei, standing to the side, noticed Magnus's sullen expression, but had other plans in mind.
He had already sensed the urgency deep within the Emperor's heart, and a vague feeling of unease crept into his mind.
"It seems that the Warhammer future I knew probably will not happen again, or rather, it will completely deviate from its course until I can no longer understand where the future is headed."
He sighed inwardly, realizing that his memories of the Warhammer world were gradually fading amidst the constant changes, and that he had unknowingly changed far too much.
He was no longer sure about the future, and Li Wei suspected that he had completely lost his advantage in the plot.
Just as Li Wei was lost in thought, the emperor's majestic yet gentle voice rang in the ears of everyone present.
"My progenitor, Horus, the Primarch of the Shadowmoon Wolves, saved me. I am gratified. Well done, Horus!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and pointed to Magnus, who was standing to one side in the distance, and added with a smile:
"And my other offspring, the genetic prototype of the Thousand Sons, Magnus, also came to the rescue immediately, which is equally commendable."
As soon as the Emperor finished speaking gently, the Shadow Moon Wolves present and the Thousand Sons warriors who arrived later raised their weapons and cheered loudly.
"Long live Horus! Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"
Li Wei, rubbing his forehead, looked at his Primarch's beaming face and almost covered his head in shame—he knew how devastating the Emperor's empty promises were to Primarchs who were starved for love.
Horus, who was most pleased by the Emperor's encouraging words, remained calm and composed, while his own Primarch's smug and overconfident demeanor was embarrassing to behold.
Unable to bear it any longer, he secretly tugged at Magnus's sleeve, reminding him to be mindful of his image and not to lose his composure.
"Hmm..." Magnus, who was pulled, was taken aback for a moment, but immediately resumed his usual scholarly demeanor, though he couldn't stop smiling.
Seeing this, Li Wei could only helplessly slap his forehead, utterly speechless.
......
one year later.
Emperor Dream Ship.
A massive Stormhawk hangar.
A grand welcoming ceremony is underway.
The Magnus Guard Scarab Hermitage stood solemnly on the left.
Horus's guard, Gastalin the Terminator, stood solemnly on the right.
The Thousand Sons Legion and the Primarchs Magnus and Horus of the Shadowmoon Wolves, both dressed in formal guest robes, watched the hatch of the Blue Stormhawk slowly descending in the distance.
Squeak!
The Stormhawk's heavy alloy hatch slowly opened.
Then a cheerful voice rang out first.
"Brothers, it's been a long time! It's a pleasure to see you both!"
"Welcome, Guilliman!"
Welcome, my brother!
After more than a decade apart, the refined Magnus and the bold Horus greeted each other with smiles, creating a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere filled with laughter.
Li Wei, who was standing in the welcoming line of the Thousand Sons, had not yet seen the Primarch of the Ultramarines when his vision suddenly went black and the scene began to blur violently.
"Here we go again? Another new prophecy!"
Even Li Wei, who had already gotten used to it, couldn't help but feel a jolt in his head.
He didn't want to see those shattered visions of the future anymore, because he still didn't understand whether it was the real future or a conspiracy by Tzeentch, the master of all changes, deliberately misleading him.
But he was also full of curiosity and wanted to know the truth about the future, especially after he had completely changed Warhammer Future. He always felt like he had lost something and felt uneasy.
As for the prophetic secrets of the Thousand Sons Black Crow School, they were completely different from the uncontrollable passive prophecy that was happening to him, which left Li Wei completely baffled.
Although he believed more that this was a special phenomenon caused by the influence of the Midnight Lord Conrad Coz.