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If it can really be done, and Horus is on the side of the loyalists... then the future Wolf King can also return to Terra smoothly.
With the Holy Blood Angels and Shadowmoon Wolves in place, and the Imperial Fist and Wolf Pack stationed on Terra, even if Phyllis's firepower is fierce, a boarding maneuver will allow them to seize control of the entire Iron Hand fleet.
This would prevent the Dark Lord's Arena from being held!
"Your Highness, did your prophecy contain any clues about Horus? Can you sense his current state?"
Kaska quickly pressed for more information.
In his view, now that the angels have been saved, as long as Horus can be saved, the great rebellion can be declared a victory for mankind.
“Horus…” Sanguiles said, closing his eyes. “I will try to sense him during this time, and if I receive any related prophecies, I will contact you immediately.”
.......
There's no time left.
Casca felt a growing sense of anxiety spreading through his heart.
Then came the golden-red flames that enveloped his entire body.
At this critical juncture, there is no longer any way to wait for those vague prophecies or guidance.
In this urgent situation, Kasgar must take the initiative and venture into the warp in the form of psionic flames to investigate!
In the original timeline, while Horus was being empowered by the Four Gods, Magnus could still sense the strangeness of his Primarch brothers by entering the High Heavens in his soul form.
With the protection of the psionic flames, he might not be unable to do it!
"Casgar...isn't this too dangerous—"
Fugrim was uneasy about what Kasgar was about to do.
The Warp is currently in a state of extreme turmoil, with all sorts of demons and evil creations pouring into the real world. At this time, it is also necessary to use sorcery rituals to probe the movements of other Primarch brothers and sisters, in case they are attacked by some unknown entity...
The consequences could be disastrous.
“There is no time to hesitate now. The situation is too unclear. We have no idea whether each legion is friend or foe,” Casgar said. “If we advance rashly, we may fall into their trap. We must find out the situation first.”
“Then…Casgar, you must come back safely!” Fugrim continued, though her voice trailed off. “At worst, we’ll build a smaller third, like that Guilliman did—”
"Cough cough."
The Third Army Corps, right? Ah, I get it, I get it.
"Don't worry, we will all live to see this warp storm end."
Kaska smiled and closed his eyes.
He was going to the highest heaven to find out what was going on.
......
At this moment, raging waves surged in the highest heavens, obscuring all light. Apart from the still bright light of the Pharos beacon, Kasgar could hardly find any clues about Horus here.
Finding Horus here seems like finding a needle in a haystack.
But Kasgar clearly has his own special techniques for finding Horus.
[Thirty-and-a-Half-Year Centaur Gold Ring]
The moment the words were uttered like a spell, Kasgar could feel the response from a certain coordinate in the warp.
Here it is, found it.
—Just as Kasgar feared most, Horus was not in good condition at this time.
.......
Horus's skin turned grayish-white, his lips turned purple, and his limbs became stiff.
His body was losing life, and Kasgar could feel it. As for those around him, they seemed unwilling to accept that the Primarch was about to leave them.
Abaddon, on the other hand, sobbed in public, completely lacking any manliness (this is the original text). At that moment, Ahriman, a former member of the Thousand Sons who was accompanying them, stepped forward and told the despairing Shadowmoon Wolves that he had an ancient sorcery ritual that could save them—
"No! Wait!"
"Ariman, don't be Irebas!!! No!!!"
Kasgar realized something was wrong... It was the Thousand Sons, the Thousand Sons scattered throughout the Legion, whose perception of the Thousand Sons had been distorted by Pokémon and the Empire's Twin-Headed Eagle!
It was them! Casca had overlooked them!
Thinking of this, Kasga desperately tried to reach out and stop him, but he only touched a mirage.
—All of this is nothing but an illusion of the past.
The tragedy was destined to happen.
Horus himself had now been brought into the location of the sorcery ritual—yes, it was Istvan III, the City of Choruses.
At this moment, the young Ariman, who inherited the will of Eribas, also held the ritual dagger that had reappeared at some unknown time, and with a smile, carried Horus onto the blasphemous altar of the four gods.
He is about to tear Horus's mind apart, turning him into... a Chaos Warmaster.
Do not!
Stop the ceremony immediately!
In his anxiety, Kaska tried to wake him up again.
Horus! Wake up!
Wake up! You must—
.......
and many more.
It seems that Casca is not the only one who is anxious.
Lord Horus?
Ahriman was also in a hurry.
In the illusion, he takes the form of Cyyanus, the member of the Shadowmoon Wolves Council he assassinated, who attempts to lure Horus into seeing the so-called "truth"...
But Horus didn't even look at it.
Hehe...a centaur gold ring...
He's become so engrossed in his own world that he can't escape it.
Casgar: "......."
I'm speechless.
Never mind, bro, forget I said anything.
You'd better not wake up yet, we're coming to rescue you.
Chapter 205 The Istervan Galaxy
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Tagusa.
In the desolate desert of this planet, the black spire still stands amidst the howling winds.
The sculptor, now a figure of flesh and blood, sat in a pool of blood, never raising his head again after issuing his stern accusations.
That's right, he can see prophecies of the future, and he can even see clearly what is happening in the net.
He could even see the outcome if the Webway Project hadn't ended in destruction.
With the valiant efforts of the Imperial Claws, represented by the Imperial Guard, and the Mechanicus, and with the support of the Salamander Legion, they were ultimately able to protect the Web Path, and the damage caused by the Fool of Loka was not irreparable.
But... the dream that can solve all warp travel problems within the Empire through the network is like the Great Crusade that can save all humanity in the galaxy.
It only exists in dreams.
“I can see it! You know you can’t repair that ancient alien creation! Even if those warp things don’t mess with your new toys, with the current empire’s territory and heavy taxes, even if you add ten times that amount, you still can’t do it!”
His artificial connecting section to the old, abandoned network of roads is nothing more than a poor imitation of the real network!
The Net Dao... is more complex than any human creation, and even the once-powerful ancient Eldar Empire could not claim to have fully mastered it.
Using existing network infrastructure for travel is not difficult, but building a new section on top of the existing network... is impossible for the current human empire at its current level.
Even if we had the technology, we couldn't do it, just like how the current empire can't replicate the Mountain Array.
The Mountain Array is such a massive and complex project that it requires the efforts of countless engineering professionals, supplemented by planetary-scale mineral smelting and processing, and then assembled and docked in a precise and error-free overall engineering control field to achieve the final seamless giant starship.
Even if one link is missing, the whole work cannot be completed.
“You…you know you can’t do it, right?” Koz continued, head bowed. “If you could, you wouldn’t keep everything from us. You know the doubts, including Horus’s, about your return to Holy Terra and your withdrawal from worldly affairs, but you just can’t tell us!”
If Magnus had known about the Emperor's plans and risks beforehand, how could he have caused the tragedy of Prospero being burned down?
If Luo Jia had known in advance that the Emperor was building the Internet, how could she have listened to others' slander and exposed him?
"You're guilty!!!"
Koz's expression was ferocious, and he became more and more agitated as he spoke.
Everyone else thought he was crazy or too stupid to understand the emperor's profound plans.
"But I'm right, and you know that yourself!!!"
"You knew all along that the Webway Project wouldn't be built because of the tithes you plundered from the entire galaxy, and that the future of humanity couldn't be placed on such a fragile and pathetic creation!"
"You understand, you know the risks he faces—but you!"
"...Why did you do this?!"
......
The flesh-and-blood icon did not answer Coz.
He knew that the other party would definitely not answer his question.
This is a question that is destined to have no answer.
But the other party's silence is also a kind of answer.
Koz didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long.
Since the other party won't answer anyway, I'll just pretend I never asked.
Having been the emperor's son for so long, Coz had gotten used to the situation where no one would answer his questions.
That's what emperors are like.
“Actually, those demonic apostles also came to me,” Koz continued. “Guess what they said?”
The method and conditions the other party used to persuade Koz to join were actually very simple—aren't you currently troubled by illusions? Just bring along something called the "Butcher's Nail," and your mind will only think about killing, and you'll no longer have headaches!
genius!
Koz even genuinely admired the guy for coming up with such a ridiculous idea.
“I killed him, and some of the materials are on you.”
“Those Chaos believers may not know that I can always see what the final outcome will be.”
"By the way, aren't you interested in where the things on your body come from?"
Koz sat in the pool of blood, gently arching his body forward, tenderly stroking the seams of the blood and flesh statue made up of messy human tissue.
"Warlords... most of them are warlords, and they kill hundreds of millions of humans for reasons that are hard to understand... just like my Primarch brothers."
"There was also a small number of politicians who were habitual liars, and I killed them as a warning to others."
"A murderer, a wizard who studies forbidden knowledge, a slave owner who refuses to change his ways..."
As he spoke, the usually gentle Koz suddenly erupted in anger.
His pale fingers pierced deep into the flesh.
"None of them are innocent, and neither are you!!!"
"You are their sum total! The Emperor! Just like your title!!!"
"How many people have lost their lives in your madness and so-called ideals? When have you ever considered this?"
"Your expedition has no end! Your Webway project is a bottomless pit that will never succeed! You say everything is for humanity, but what are you really talking about?"