"These allies are quite powerful."

Malcador did not answer Horus, but took command of the battle.

"Horus, accept the judgment of the Empire!"

"The rotten empire and the hypocritical pseudo-emperor have no right to judge me. I am the choice of mankind!"

Roaring and charging towards Malcador, Guilliman immediately went up to meet him, but this time with Malcador's support, the battle between Horus and the others was no longer as evenly matched as before.

Failure is only a matter of time.

With the arrival of the Guards, the pressure on Horus's chapters increased.

Those who were infected by the evil god did not think they had done anything wrong. They sacrificed themselves for the truth of the empire.

"For the Warmaster!"

The Sons of Horus, who launched the attack without hesitation, fell one by one under the siege. They even looked at the slaughter of their compatriots with pity, as they thought they were the truth.

"How hypocritical, Horus! Don't you understand the evil god's purpose? Or is it that you don't want to believe this in your heart?

If you consider yourself a proud warrior, then why did you let your children die in this misguided rebellion?

You are the Warmaster of the Empire, the proud son of the Emperor, show your honor and admit your mistakes!"

Malcador, who knew everything, ruthlessly tore open Horus's wound. The moment the Emperor entered the Warp, he realized that he seemed to have fallen into the trap of the evil god.

However, anger clouded his heart.

It was not until now that Horus regained some clarity of mind. Just as he was about to say something, a whisper came from his mind again.

Then, Horus looked at the sky crazily and shouted word by word.

"Kill the false emperor!"

Just after Horus finished shouting, the Emperor in the Warp showed his anger for the first time. Sitting on the throne, He slashed with a sword in the direction of Tzeentch!