"Heaven have mercy, Dad!"
"Both my older sisters are running dungeons, and they won't let me play with them!"
"They are pure bullies who look down on me!"
On the 'Macragge's Honour', Guilliman sobbed uncontrollably. Since he lacked in-team voice chat, he remained completely oblivious to the events unfolding on Cadia.
"Lord Primarch, pull yourself together!"
"Your talents may not lie in direct combat, but you oversee the most crucial logistics and troop reinforcements!"
Sicarius could only silently offer tissues for the Primarch's use.
It felt as though the loli mother was particularly prone to emotional outbursts these days, especially when thinking about her brothers.
"Really?"
Guilliman interrogated his firstborn, a skeptical look in his eyes that made it clear he didn't even believe himself.
"Um—"
Sicarius fell silent. While those were his stated reasons, his actual intent was to keep his mother off the front lines so the Honor Guard wouldn't be reduced to a stretcher crew.
Beside him, Calgar nodded in silent agreement—clearly, two of the Ultramarines' Three Heroes shared the same line of thought.
"Aaargh!" Leveraging his loli physique, Guilliman threw a full-blown tantrum!
Although he spent most of his time managing logistics properly, being left behind while his sisters ran dungeons was simply too much to bear.
Everyone was sharing the same pot of the Imperium Secundus, so why did he have to be the cook while everyone else ate?
"I don't care, I want to go to Cadia!"
"Dad, hurry up and give me a Doraemon! Just an Anywhere Door will do—I want to raid the dungeon too!"
"Logistics can easily be handed over to Calgar and Sicarius. I don't want to bring my fleet only to achieve nothing."
"If that happens, it would be far too embarrassing for me as the Imperial Regent!"
[Caleb: ————]
[The Emperor: ————]
The front line had reached a fever pitch, yet a super minion was throwing a tantrum back here.
In truth, both the Emperor and Caleb had agreed to leave Guilliman behind specifically to keep him from the front lines.
Once Guilliman lost his head, he had a tendency to charge forward and trade one-for-one with enemy units.
The issue was that Chaos units could resurrect—could Guilliman do the same?
Truth be told, playing games with other Warhammer veterans had already revealed this trait of Guilliman's: as a buff-providing unit, he possessed just enough combat power to be dangerous.
If you sent Guilliman to the front lines to greed for extra damage, he could deliver, but he was far too easily taken out by high-value enemy targets in a single sweep.
[Caleb: Emperor, aren't you going to discipline your kid?]
[The player you are attempting to contact has been muted. Please try contacting them again after this campaign ends.]
"Great!"
Caleb realized that asking in this state was useless. Because the Emperor had gone wild earlier and thrashed all four Chaos players, he was now muted.
And the mute duration was quite long—looks like he would have to impersonate the Emperor for a considerable period!
While Guilliman cried in the rear, eager for a fight, he remained unaware that the two sisters at the front were already getting sick of mowing down enemies.
At that moment, Sanguinius fired another spear blast that blew open the fortress gates, followed by Lion charging in to launch another wave of wholesale slaughter.
"How annoying. This fortress is far too massive—how long is this going to take?!"
Lion turned to look back at Sanguinius.
"Who knows? We don't have much time left—only seven hours remain. What should we do?!"
In a flash, while bearing the immense pressure of the battlefield, Lion sensed that the Blackstone Fortress's power grid had reactivated.
The planet-destroying cannon was charging again. Right at this moment, the numerous warriors led by the Black Legion had successfully shut down the void shield generator.
Under current conditions, if that planet-destroying cannon fired a single shot, the entirety of Cadia would face total annihilation.
Indeed, no living soul on Cadia would survive; the whole planet would be shattered into pieces—literally reduced to fragments.
"Not good! Lion, we need to hurry and destroy the core section's energy system first!"
"The fortress's void defense shields have been turned off by their assault forces. If this continues, even if we capture the Blackstone Fortress, Cadia will fall!"
Sanguinius's tactical acumen might not have been top-tier, but as a Primarch, he naturally understood the gravity of the situation.
However, Lion held a different view, as he was keenly aware of the task assigned to him by Caleb.
"Sanguinius, do not forget the mission Father assigned to us. Our directive is to destroy the Blackstone Fortress and Horus himself!"
"If possible, capturing the Blackstone Fortress is preferred. Although Cadia is a vital Imperial bastion, it is not critical to this mission!"
Hearing Lion's words, Sanguinius paused briefly.
Only then did Sanguinius realize that the mission assigned by the Emperor did not actually include Cadia itself.
"Troublesome!"
"If that's the case, not only can we not destroy the energy system in the core area, but we must also ensure the integrity of the system!"
Lion nodded slightly; that was precisely the point he wished to convey.
As a sharp blade, he intended to execute this mission flawlessly. Even if the mission had the slightest imperfection, it would be unacceptable to him.
It couldn't be helped—Lion's secrets had essentially been laid bare before their Father.
Father already knew about the Fallen. If he didn't properly atone for his sins now, he truly wouldn't have the face to see the Emperor again.
Fortunate as it was, Father had shown generosity and forgiven the matter of the Fallen.
Otherwise, the entire First Legion might have been branded with the title of traitors.
[Caleb: Is there a chance they've already been branded?]
Caleb didn't even bother criticizing further. In truth, the Dark Angels' struggles in battle were partly connected to the Imperial Inquisition.
During the Dark Angels' defense operation, the Inquisition and other Imperial bodies caused frequent interference.
This made the Dark Angels' mission during the entire Siege of Cadia far from smooth.
There was no helping it—the most disgusting scenario was being besieged by allies.
When your allies weren't entirely your allies, you had to watch out for stray shots fired by your own teammates.
Caleb was already suspecting whether this was all part of a grand scheme.
Because this disgusting style of play was strikingly similar to Tzeentch's methods.
[Tzeentch: Heehee, interesting!]
Looking at Tzeentch manipulating the threads of fate above, Caleb currently lacked a proper countermeasure.
Using distortion skills to forcibly twist the players would yield virtually no effect.
Right now, Caleb's warp manipulation could only alter units on the tabletop, not the hands of the players themselves.
The Chaos Gods had already engaged in a battle of wits with Caleb. Of course, the Chaos Gods didn't consider the entity before them an enemy, or rather, a player.
To the Chaos Gods, their only player opponent, the Emperor, had already been kicked out.
What lay ahead for the Chaos Gods was a massive tailwind—a situation so smooth it couldn't possibly get any smoother.
"Father!"
Watching his father crush opponents with exquisite combat technique, Abaddon felt his heart swell with admiration for his sire.
If he possessed that level of tactical foresight and calculation, he likely wouldn't have ended up in his current predicament.
Perhaps he could have conquered Cadia in a much shorter time, saving a substantial amount of military strength in the process.
"Heh heh heh!"
"You still have much to learn!"
"Perhaps when the Primarchs were absent, you held a clear advantage. But now is the era of the Primarchs' return, and I have already seen quite a few brothers turn into sisters!"
Abaddon: ???
Faced with his father's baffling words, Abaddon remained skeptical and uncertain.
He had seen the Great Angel Sanguinius, but at the time, Abaddon merely regarded her as a Living Saint who had received a heavy overdose of the Emperor's blessings.
"Father, there are still three Living Saint units inside the fortress that need to be dealt with!"
"It seems the False Emperor spent a fortune to take your life, dispatching so many curs. They are indeed somewhat troublesome!"
Horus rested his arm on the command console, where the holographic model had shifted to the interior of the Blackstone Fortress.
Right now, his two dear sisters were charging toward the core area, while the so-called Living Saint, Celestine, had been left behind to hold off the rear.
Undoubtedly, the greatest threat came from those two Primarchs.
Deploying a small force over was merely to stall for time. To shift the tide of battle, activating Primarch-level combat power was likely the only option.
"Sigh, without Perturabo around, things really aren't as simple!"
"Had it been back then, Perturabo would have eagerly spearheaded the assault for me!"
"Achoo!"
Far away in the 300 Spartans world, Perturabo sneezed inexplicably. He couldn't fathom why, in his current state, he had become such a magnet for being missed by others!
"What's wrong, Perturabo? Is another one of your kids missing your white stockings?"
"Get lost!" Perturabo roared angrily at Angron beside him.
Although his current state naturally invited unwanted attention, he truly found it hard to endure his sons turning into mother-obsessed boys.
"Damn it, it must be another kid wanting to lick my feet!"
"These useless fools—I'm going to decimate them and send them to hard labor!"
"Punish them to build fortresses at the border bastions for 30 years! If they don't build them right, don't let these beasts come back!"
Though he said that, they would likely return in far less than 30 years.
Because even though Perturabo remained a tsundere individual, when he was in a good mood, he would pardon his children's hard labor.
Consequently, the Iron Warriors currently spent much of their time in a state of internal mental conflict.
They might spend a few years working at border fortresses, only to return to their Primarch's side a decade later to continue working for her.
It could only be said that the Iron Warriors were living in a state of painful bliss.
Punished by mom? Off to the frontiers to happily lay bricks.
Rewarded by mom? Then they could stay by her side and admire those floating white stockings.
After all—who could resist a mouth-defiant, soft-hearted loli mommy?
At least the Iron Warriors couldn't. They were still daydreaming about standing guard with mom at some fortress until the end of time!
The battle for Cadia raged on, and Horus had merely indulged in a brief moment of nostalgia for certain workers.
According to Horus's original plan, he would send out vast waves of fodder and elite units to thoroughly wear down his dear brothers.
Appearing only when the conditions were right would carry far more presence.
Horus felt he could accept dying, but he absolutely refused to die pathetically.
He had to defeat his brothers first before allowing them to slay him—only then would his mission be fulfilled.
Every detail of the plan was so seamless that even he wondered if his brain had been augmented by Tzeentch once again.
"Wait, that's—!"
Catching sight of the band on Lion's wrist, Horus's expression froze.
That ring-shaped object worn as a bracelet bore far too close a resemblance to that specific item.
The patterns and constellations on it were identical; it was clearly the Centaur!
"Damn it! How did my property end up in his hands? Did that old bastard really give him the token of past memories?!"
Horus furrowed his brows tightly, his every breath laced with fury.
In a good mood, he called him the Emperor; in a bad mood, he echoed his sons and called him the False Emperor.
Yet upon seeing this scene, Horus directly cursed him as an old bastard.
Evidently, seeing his Centaur ring on Lion's wrist had completely shattered Horus's composure.
That was the symbol of past memories! How could such an important object end up in the hands of this brute?!
"Abaddon, stay here. I will go meet them personally!"
"Remember, if I lose, activate the planet-destroying cannon and leave immediately!"
"If I do not lose, remember—activate the Blackstone Fortress's self-destruction protocol, then flee at once!"
"Father, why?" Abaddon couldn't comprehend his father's decision. Having just returned to life, why was he seeking death?!
"Heh, child, you fool. Serving Chaos requires selling your soul!"
"Right now, I'm drawing attention to scam them for subsidies—don't let your dad's good intentions go to waste!"
Horus walked out. Looking at these offspring who had stubbornly survived, a different feeling welled up within his heart.
He wanted to find a way out for his children, just as he had sought a way out for the Astartes ten thousand years ago.
Yet no matter how much he pondered, he ultimately failed to conceive a good outcome.
"A weapon, is it?"
Looking at the divine weapon in his hands, then at his reflection in the mirror surface.
Now, the two shadows were so remarkably similar. There was no fundamental difference between them; both had been created to serve as weapons.
Yet unlike the other Primarchs, Horus knew clearly that the Emperor had never viewed them as pure weapons—at least, when there were no wars to fight, he had truly treated them as children.
If the galaxy hadn't contained so much chaos, if there hadn't been so many xenos, perhaps... he really could have lived in the fantasy of past memories alongside Emperor-mom.
No, by then it wouldn't be a fantasy—he truly could have lived a good life with his Emperor-mom.
Regrettably, those damned Chaos Gods and xenos had ruined everything.
Without them, he would never have betrayed the Emperor.
"It's time to end this. Let me use one final battle to atone!"
"This will be the last time I stand against the Imperium. If I had a choice, Emperor-mom, I really wouldn't want to be the Warmaster!"
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On the Golden Throne, the corner of a certain dark-skinned loli's mouth twitched.
Ever since turning into a mother, her children's mother-complex seemed to have grown progressively worse.
First, the awkward Perturabo started asking her for gifts, followed by Angron demanding psychological counseling.
Granted, the Emperor lacked emotional intelligence and didn't know how to handle these children, but the other consciousness had managed everything quite well, handing out little toys every day.
That alone had left those two kids completely dazed.
If it had ended there, fine.
Yet today!
Even this eldest child, once known as the Warmaster of Chaos, had entered this state.
The Emperor knew full well that in terms of a mother-complex, Horus was ten thousand times worse than the other Primarchs.
If Horus were to launch another mother-directed rebellion, could this broken Imperium even hold up?
"It's right up ahead. Weird—why isn't Horus running? Why is he trying to challenge us instead?"
"We're two-on-one, doesn't that put the odds completely in our favor?"
"Is this guy getting cocky, or does he just need a beating?"
The tsundere little lion was still spouting harsh words. Even though they had fought their way through the entire facility, their physical stamina hadn't waned in the slightest.
This Blackstone Fortress, emblazoned with the Eight-Pointed Star of Chaos, had already seen one of its points slaughtered clear through.
The combat prowess of the two Primarchs was utterly top-tier; virtually no unit on the front lines could withstand a single strike from the pair.
"Hard to say. I can feel the power of Chaos influencing him!"
"Horus—or rather, he should be called the vessel of the Four Gods!"
"His power right now is exceptionally formidable as well. Perhaps even I... can only battle him to a draw!"
In Sanguinius's eyes, the current Horus was completely a latrine for the Four Gods, who were continuously pouring unholy power into him.
Though the pipeline was somewhat small, the effects of this empowerment were painfully obvious.
Right now, a mountain of chaotic demonic voices echoed inside Horus's mind.
Only this time, the Four Gods were no longer corrupting him in equal harmony; each had their own ulterior motives, yearning to drag this Warmaster into their respective domains.
['You can take extra lessons with this underclassman! I'll teach you 108 positions to take the Emperor from behind!']
['Blue-Haired Pure Teacher: You bastard, how could you use such filthy methods to corrupt my student!']
['Come, Horus, don't listen to her! She's just a cheap, slacking slut! You must come to teacher's place and study hard; use vast knowledge to conquer the Emperor!']
['Red-Haired Short-Tempered Senior: Exactly, exactly, Horus—don't listen to that purple-haired underclassman's nonsense! Come to my place—I can teach you how to use your body to conquer!']
['He will become your trophy—isn't that exquisite?']
['Green-Haired Lazy Mom: What a truly marvelous melody!']
The Immaterium overflowed with blasphemous utterances. Even Horus, with his resolute mental fortitude, was nearly left dazed and bewildered by the Chaos Gods' propositions.
['Grey-Skinned Loli Emperor: Holy crap, they dare to say things I wouldn't even dare to listen to!']
Horus: ...
At that moment, Horus felt a flicker of temptation. Without a doubt, this brief lapse granted the Chaos Gods significantly greater control over his body.
Yet in the end, he managed to retain control of himself. Though the Four Gods had stamped a mental brand onto his body, the situation hadn't grown completely dire.
"No, no—I will prove my loyalty."
"Great Mother... how perfect she is. As long as she still cares about me, that is enough. I lack nothing!"
Horus let out a roar, releasing a wave of psychic force.
The terrifying psychic shockwave forced even the two Primarchs to take two steps back.
The current Horus was simply too absurd—a conduits' lid powered by the Four Gods was not something mortals could contend with.
Horus knew full well that his time was short.
At the same time, he could leech the power of the Chaos Gods during this window, meaning right now—his combat strength was second only to the Chaos Gods themselves.
As long as he died within the allotted time, his mission would be accomplished!
When two familiar Warp signatures appeared before him, Horus paused slightly.
He had never expected that Sanguinius, whom he had slain in the past, would possess such an intense Warp presence.
Simultaneously, he cast a glance at the little lion, Lion.
Although Lion had been turned into a lioness, Horus could clearly sense that Lion had unlocked his true Warp essence.
"Horus, it is time to end this. I may have lost our last duel, but this time will be different!"
Sanguinius retained a touch of confidence on his face; or rather, within his foreseen destiny, he hadn't glimpsed his own death at all.
In his predetermined fate, he was supposed to be the one to slay Horus—though as to 'how' he would accomplish it, Sanguinius himself had no idea.
"Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, we could no longer address each other as brothers?"
"Though my moments of lucidity are few, if you insist on challenging me, I am more than happy to accept it all!"
Gripping Worldbreaker tightly, Horus looked upon his former brothers with an expectant gaze.
Though they had turned into girls, Horus could sense that the current Sanguinius was far stronger than before.
Lion wasn't bad either, just falling slightly short compared to Sanguinius.
With a sudden leap into the air, Sanguinius hurled his spear directly at Horus's face.
A strike from this spear could pierce through a Titan, yet a miraculous sight unfolded—the seemingly devastating spear ground to a halt right in front of Horus.
Space distorted, and time appeared to freeze in place.
It wasn't that the spear had stopped advancing; rather, it had been trapped in a miraculous position within a looping spacetime pocket.
The spear still traveled forward with immense acceleration, but it was locked within a contained space, unable to ever break free.
"The power of the sacred number Nine?"
"Even if it's just a temporary trial card, I must admit this power is formidable!"
With a subtle flex of the Lightning Claw, the spear that had originally lunged at him reflected straight back.
Sanguinius caught the spear with absolute precision. By now, Sanguinius had already anticipated that his long-range attacks would likely prove useless against this traitor.
['Blue-Haired Pure Teacher: Yes, Horus, defeat him! Use my power to defeat him!']
['You will become part of my grand design. Go on, you are the strongest Warmaster of Chaos.']
Horus didn't deny the voice in his mind.
Because he was indeed the strongest Warmaster of Chaos—not even his own genetic offspring could compare to him.
However, Horus didn't fully accept this power. Tzeentch had practically sent over the verification code, yet Horus refused to fall for it.
Seeing Horus remain completely unmoved by Tzeentch's power, a gleam flashed across the Chaos Gods' eyes.
They felt they still had a chance to claim a complete, uncorrupted Horus.
As long as Horus chose to accept the power of any single faction, the Chaos Gods could flawlessly acquire the Warmaster of Chaos as their ultimate pawn.
['Green-Haired Kind Mom: Use my power instead. Perhaps my strength is more fitting.']
'Thwack!' The rogue red-haired senior girl slapped the Nurgle-mom right across the face.
The "kind mother" was promptly beaten into a corner, crying softly, as she truly found it difficult to match Khorne's present strength.
After all, her sacred number was still a notch below Khorne's.
['Red-Haired Senior: Kid, don't listen to her! Listen to me—use martial might to conquer!']
['Only my power can lead you to success! I happen to lack the ultimate warrior under my command, and you fit the bill perfectly right now.']
['Sultry Purple-Haired Underclassman: You bastard, you have no honor! This is a fair competition, you can't use these methods!']
['Hot-Tempered Red-Haired Senior: So what? Got a problem? Say another word and see if I don't beat you up too!']
['Keep running your mouth and I'll tear down your palaces tomorrow.']
['I'll tear down 8 of your Palaces of Pleasure today, and 88 more tomorrow and the day after!']
['Keep nagging and I'll tear them all down—though I doubt you even have 888 Palaces of Pleasure to begin with!']
Targeted by the thug-like senior, the sultry purple-haired underclassman fell silent.
Damn it, that brute didn't understand pleasure at all; all she knew was fighting. How utterly tedious.
Faced with the recruitment offers of the Chaos Gods, Horus—having been burned once before—naturally didn't take the bait.
Taking advantage of the moment, the most important thing was to leech their power for free—and once he found an opportunity to let Sanguinius kill him off, he might even return to the Golden Throne to see Mom!
"Put some strength into it, Sanguinius! Did you skip breakfast?!"
"I recall you weren't like this when we fought back in the day—I used to admire your courage. Are you trying to wear me down with these cheap tricks now?"
Horus's provocation gave the red-haired thug senior immense satisfaction; Khorne was already showering him with blessings galore.
And after scamming the subsidies, Horus put on a show.
Stride by stride, Horus charged directly underneath Sanguinius—then, with a sudden leap, smashed his power maul straight at Sanguinius.
In midair, Sanguinius traced a graceful arc—though his toe seemed to graze the power maul, nearly giving him an ingrown toenail on the spot.
"Tsk tsk tsk, hurts, hurts, hurts!"
"I thought you were jumping up to hit my knees, who knew you were jumping up to whack my toes!"
Sanguinius felt something was off. He could tell that Horus wasn't going all out.
It felt like Horus was holding back his strength, almost as if he were deliberately teasing him for some unknown reason.
"Stop wasting breath, Sanguinius! Take this chance to kill this traitor!"
Suddenly emerging from the side, Lion swung his Greatsword of Caliban in a fierce slash.
Yet the moment he leaped out, Horus grabbed him by the neck with lightning speed. Horus had originally intended to go easy on him too.
However, the moment he spotted that Centaur bracelet, his intention to hold back instantly froze.
"To hell with you!"
Horus threw Lion aside like trash, slamming him directly into a stone wall and cratering it.
"When adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt!"
That single sentence sent Lion straight into a fury.
His entire face flushed red with rage; to Lion, this was the ultimate humiliation.
"Lion, it seems you haven't made any progress over all these years!"
"Sanguinius is barely a match for me. If you had chosen to reinforce Terra back then, it would have just meant one more corpse for me to deal with!"
Horus chuckled softly, his every word and action calculated to infuriate Lion.
In truth, Horus had his own petty motive—he simply couldn't stand the sight of Lion wearing his Mom's ring!
"Horus, you bastard, I'll go all out with you!"
"You'll pay for looking down on me!"
Seeing Lion charge at him at breakneck speed, Horus merely let out a contemptuous laugh, spread his five fingers, and slapped him away with a single palm.
"Lord Primarch!"
Having just finished his task, Azrael—who had stepped through Doraemon's door right beside his Primarch—looked on at the scene in utter shock.
He never expected that the moment things started, the Dark Angels' sons would already have to act as a stretcher crew.
From those two blows, the Primarch seemed severely injured; his sword had been knocked out of his hand. It was a miserable sight.
"Bastards, put me down! I haven't lost yet! I still have weapons, I can keep fighting!"
Azrael commanded the Ironwing squad under him to carry their Primarch away.
However, they were interrupted midway by the Primarch's command.
Right in front of everyone, the Primarch directly pulled out a long staff.
The surrounding Dark Angels were completely dumbfounded!
"Secret Art: Physical to Magical Conversion!"
"Huh?"
This sudden turn of events left both Horus and Sanguinius completely stunned.
What was going on? Did their dear sister abandon being a Pretty Cure and switch to becoming a Magical Girl instead?
Realizing physical prowess couldn't win the fight, he switched to magic, didn't he? How was that staff so miraculous? Indeed, nothing given by Father was trash!
"Oh my, my!"
Watching Lion's bizarre play, Caleb realized Lion had discarded his pride entirely.
Transforming into a magical girl right in front of all his sons?
Hopefully, he wouldn't face social death later, or end up slaughtering his own children to silence them.
"In that case, let magic purify you!"
"Sanguinius, don't just stand there watching! Coordinate with me and kill him!"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the little lion Lion charged forward while holding his magical staff.
Well, even after switching to the magic school, Lion's combat style remained exceptionally aggressive.
It seemed the Pretty Cure style hadn't changed; he was simply using magic now, with every basic attack carrying massive magic damage!
"Ah, what a strange battle. I don't even know how I killed Horus in the original timeline!"
With no other choice, Sanguinius raised his holy sword and charged forward as well.
The pair's attacks were so sharp and relentless that even Horus, who had been holding back and putting on a show, was beginning to struggle to parry.
['Knowledgeable Blue-Haired Teacher: Slaanesh, is your investment quota insufficient?']
['I provided nearly half of this power, while you haven't even contributed 1/6th! What's wrong with you?!']
['Sultry Purple-Haired Underclassman: I'm adding more, I'm adding more!']
['I didn't have many chips to begin with! I still haven't finished consuming part of the Aeldari, and my inheritance isn't fully claimed! How could I have so many chips?!']
Slaanesh had no choice but to raise the stakes.
Fulgrim's daemonhood loan hadn't even been resolved, and now another pit had opened up—it was truly painful.
Desperate, Slaanesh could only use Fulgrim's soul as secondary collateral.
Yet this move presented an opportunity to Horus, the actor.
His former brother Fulgrim was actually being used directly as a subsidy by Slaanesh!
"Hahaha!"
"Did you think two against one gave you the absolute advantage?"
"I am the Warmaster of Chaos! How could I possibly fight alone?!"
Just as his voice fell, Horus raised his hand, opening a Warp rift directly behind him.
Reaching out with his Lightning Claw, he dragged a certain "brother" straight out of the Warp.
Or rather, a certain sister!
After all, after turning into a snake-person, Fulgrim was strictly speaking female now.
"Holy crap?!"
Fulgrim, who had suddenly been conscripted by the Warmaster, hadn't even grasped the situation.
The moment she emerged, she ended up taking a hit for the Warmaster.
The Lion in front of her was like a rabid dog, slamming the magical staff straight onto her head.
Every strike left a crater; had it not been for the protection of the Warp, her brains would have flown out by now.
"Horus, how can you still be alive?! You bastard, why did you drag me out here?!"
Fulgrim, who still hadn't figured out what was happening, was filled with rage!
She was originally having fun on Cadia, only to be dragged over by the Warmaster for forced conscription without a single word of warning—it was utterly disgusting.
"Fulgrim, do not forget our mission and duty!"
"If you fail to complete the task, you wouldn't want to be abandoned by that sultry underclassman, would you?"
"I trust you understand what I'm saying—you have no choice but to fight alongside me!"
Horus smiled faintly, though his smile carried an overbearing confidence that brooked no argument.
Today, he was going to show everyone what a true Warmaster of Chaos looked like.
Why waste time negotiating with these people? Just drag them over as conscripts and make them fight—why bother with so much useless talk?
"Holy shit, you can do that?!"
Looking at the shift on the chessboard, Caleb was completely stunned.
Horus's piece was ridiculously strong now—able to directly pull traitor Primarchs and even Daemons straight into the battle.
No wonder Horus's deployment cost was nearly on par with the Void Dragon (5000 points); with this summoning ability, charging 5000 points was truly worth every bit.