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The battle between Sanguinius and Fulgrim was only a part of it.

The larger battle took place around the most important Lion's Gate in the Imperial Palace.

The battle between the loyalists and the traitors has entered its most brutal state.

Mortals, Astartes, and monsters covered with thick scales were mixed together.

The corpses were piled up outside the palace, layer by layer, densely packed like a mountain.

The tracks and spiked turbines of heavy tanks need to crush the bones and move forward in the blood mud.

Whether inside or outside the wall, hatred, fear and madness are everywhere.

Both sides of the war are fighting with the deepest hatred for each other.

Countless creatures were enslaved, controlled, and formed into a morbid ocean that was driven towards the walls of the palace, and then torn apart by the palace's dense artillery.

Giant Titans clashed on their own battlefields, colliding and bombarding each other until one of them fell, otherwise they would never stop fighting.

Countless fighters tangled and fought in the sky.

One side fought for the future of mankind.

One side fought for the pleasure of the evil god.

Countless demons emerged just to satisfy their gluttonous desires and devour the remains and corpses of humans.

The war was so tragic that even if either side won, what they would get would be the traumatized human race.

The cruel war also accumulated more and more hatred between the two sides.

One side must pay the price of iron and blood.

With the tenacious resistance of the loyalists, Horus and others had less and less time.

It even entered the countdown.

The tragedy of Terra and the solar system made every loyalist sad.

Once Guilliman arrived and saw this scene, he would hang any traitor.

He has the determination and the ability.

The technology given by Lusha allows him to do this.

Those terrifying technological creations are enough to beat the gods back to the Eye of Terror and burn any creature that dares to go against his thoughts.

If Terra cannot be breached and a second Eye of Terror is formed.

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The fate of the betrayer can be imagined.

Horus was forced to leave the Spirit of Vengeance, and Guilliman was on his way.

Any space unit would not be his opponent.

Even the satellite-level fortress that the Dark Mechanicus is still trying to control will be easily crushed.

That group of rubbish is still trying, and the demons have occupied the weapons of the loyalists, but they can't use them.

The priests of the Dark Mechanicus can't pollute the intelligence of the machine.

Even the gods can't understand those mysterious codes, they are etched in the light in a special way, no matter how hard they try, they can't pollute and distort the original function of those codes.

If it is deception, it is even more impossible to do it. Those weird mysterious technologies directly scan the soul.

Any deception and wilderness cannot be preserved in front of the scan, even witchcraft cannot control it.

Even the loyalists controlled by the evil gods could not gain control.

The designers had already considered all the dangers, and they set up a lot of security defense facilities.

Only those loyal to humanity can use those terrible weapons.

Even with the power of the gods, those damn wizards cannot use those terrible weapons.

"Those damn bastards." Horus cursed when he learned of the attempt of the Dark Mechanicus.

When he solved his father, he would solve Guilliman and his assistant, the man named Lusha.

The technology brought by that man made him troubled, forcing him to use the power of those evil gods desperately.

Damn bastard.

Horus vowed to take out his heart, torture his soul for endless years, find out where he came from, and then kill him in one fell swoop.

Angron, who became a slave of the blood god, was immersed in destruction and killing.

Other Primarchs, intoxicated by the power bestowed by the Warp Gods, still serve their master.

Perturabo is still fighting Dorn, the battle between the two sides is brutal and painful, and every step forward is costly.

And on the other side.

The Emperor is guiding another Traitor Son, the only one who matters, and the most important one.

The Red King, Magnus of the Thousand Sons.

If he throws himself into the arms of the loyalists again, the Emperor will be able to leave the Golden Throne and end the war that is tearing humanity apart.

Magnus still has a chance to be redeemed.

There is still a fragment of an upright, pure soul in the hands of the Emperor.

Magnus's choice will reduce the losses of humanity to an unimaginable level.

It will also allow him to save his life from the coming wrath of Guilliman.

The Emperor will reshape everything and put humanity back on track.

With his own power, the Emperor assigned loyal guards such as Valdor and Dacre.

Only the Primarch of the Salamanders, Vulkan, who was responsible for guarding the Webway, stayed by his side.

The Emperor risked using his psychic power to guide Magnus to venture from underground into the throne room in pursuit of his soul fragments.

The Emperor showed him the scene where Horus had never betrayed.

Humanity obtained the Webway and successfully sublimated. It no longer relied on psychic power and navigators, and had a peaceful and prosperous life.

All the legions and Primarchs became poems and were sung forever.

The era of the Primarch's rule ended, and wise mortals took power.

And they gave up their extraordinary bodies, roamed outside of space and time, and became eternal and immortal beings.

Countless worlds were transformed into colonies suitable for human survival.

Perturabo fulfilled his dream, and each world had a magnificent building built with all his talents.

Fulgrim's legacyArt and sculptures became treasures collected by the world.

Mortarion's reputation spread to every world.

Angron became the object of worship for every warrior who was determined to protect mankind, and they would mourn the gladiator king.

The name of Horus, the wolf god, resounded through the sky.

Lorgar's outstanding eloquence was sought after by many people, and those orators and debaters were studying his works.

And he, the Red King, Magnus, his planet Propes became a gathering place for scholars.

His sculptures were erected everywhere on the planet, guiding those confused students and encouraging them to explore the mysteries and truths of the universe.

A beautiful era, a flawless era.

In this future that has not been torn apart by betrayal, countless sorrows emerged in Magnus' heart.

All this stems from his arrogance and conceit.

He thought he could easily master the warp.

However, it was precisely the warning he was trying to give the Emperor that put humanity in the greatest crisis.

The evil god used his hand to break the Emperor's psychic barrier, making it impossible for the Emperor to leave the Golden Throne.

The Emperor's grand plan became a terrible shackle that bound him.

His arrogance and ignorance destroyed everything.

It completely destroyed everything.

Humanity and the Emperor were pushed into an endless dark abyss by him.

"Why show me this?" Magnus said sadly, "Letting me see all this will only add to my sadness."

The Emperor's guiding incarnation was shrouded in golden light.

His body was still sitting on the Golden Throne. The war was too tragic, and any battle forced him to fight with all his strength.

Otherwise Horus would win the final victory.

The machines in the throne room were extremely large and magnificent. Only a small part of them were displayed on the ground, but it was enough to shock people.

The entire underground has been hollowed out and filled with all kinds of machines.

Endless steam pipes cover the walls and floors.

Wires are tangled like dying giant snakes.

Tall equipment with shining lights is lined up in a row.

There are also countless panels and gauges.

The machines buried deep in the ground are pulsating.

The never-ending pistons continue to reciprocate at the far end of the cave.

Tens of thousands of mutated oily novices maintain these huge machines under the supervision of the mechanical mansion called the Techno-God in red and black cloaks.

And in the middle of the machine, this is a golden device that even Magnus cannot understand.

At the top of the device is the Emperor himself.

He sits there, his face in pain.

"This is the best possible scenario, and the best future, but things won't go so smoothly."

The Emperor said, "Horus' betrayal was beyond my expectation, and I don't know how to deal with the irony of your well-intentioned actions. But everything can still be saved.. "

"We still have Guilliman and Lion. They are leading a force that can change everything and are rushing to Terra. I can feel the fear of the gods. They must get Terra before Guilliman arrives, otherwise everything will come to naught. "

"Then what should I do?" Magnus asked, "If I want to save it, how can I achieve it?"

"It's very simple." The Emperor replied: "Pledge your loyalty to me again and take back the position you deserve by my side. We will join forces to defend Terra and drive the traitors into space. The rest of the things become extremely simple. Guilliman will crush the soul and body of every traitor. "

"Then what is the price I should pay?" Magnus asked, "Everything in the world has a price, and your forgiveness is no exception."

The Emperor was silent for a while before speaking. "It is indeed as you think, there is a price. ”

“Your soul and mind still belong to you, and you can still be redeemed. But your legion has long been cursed by those evil gods, and the seeds of evil have been planted deep in their hearts, becoming the source of their mutation and destruction.”

The Emperor’s proposal did not receive Magnus’s approval.

Even though the Emperor promised to rebuild a legion for him.

“I can’t betray any of them for my own selfish desires. I can’t give up on them, father.” Magnus clenched his spear and looked at the Emperor, his face sad and painful.

The scepter in his hand turned into a spear again, indicating that his murderous intent rose again.

This meant that he was resisting the choice given to him by the Emperor.

“Please, brother.” Vulkan said sadly, “Come back to our side, please. Guilliman is on his way. No matter what the situation on Terra is, you will die. The armies of Lion and Guilliman were not built for the war in the mortal world. They were designed to fight against the gods you believe in. "

"Even if Horus kills anyone who resists in this place, he will never be able to defend his achievements under Guilliman's attack, even if it is to survive, please, brother."

"Then will you sacrifice your own children to survive?" Magnus looked at Vulcan and asked.

"I won't." Vulcan replied, his low voice heavy because of sadness.

He already knew that he could not save Magnus.

"Then why do you believe I will?" Magnus roared, stabbing the immobile Emperor with his spear.

Vulcan also swung his war hammer at the same time.

The Brothers' War started again, and the Son of Confusion completely abandoned humanity and threw himself into the arms of the evil god.