At this moment, Abaddon's nerve bundle suddenly felt a burning pain, and some resonance originating from deep in his genes almost caused the magic sword to slip out of his hand.

Golden light slowly descended from the observation dome of the Spirit of Vengeance, and the figure sitting on the iron throne caused the transformed organs of all Chaos Warriors to spasm collectively.

Armor several meters high, wolf-head shoulder armor, and the weapon that should have been shattered in the Terra Palace.

"Father...Father?"

Abaddon's larynx made a sound that was not his own, and black oil seeped out of the gaps in his armor.

He saw Horus on the throne turn his head. The face that should have been burned by the Emperor's Sword was intact, and even had the ideal glory of the Great Crusade.

"No, that's impossible!"

"You're already dead on Terra! You're just a clone!"

Just as Abaddon was furious, the magic sword in his hand suddenly made a series of mocking sounds.

"Go ahead, Abaddon..."

"Go stab him! Go stab him!"

"He is only a replica, and you are the true Warmaster of Chaos!"

Abaddon drew his weapon the instant the magic sword fell with a sound.

"I will not allow the false emperor to humiliate my father's body!"

However, as the Claw of Horus tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne, the entire Warp rift began to cleanse itself.

The demons of Khorne evaporated into bloody mist in the golden light, the spirits of Nurgling turned into green smoke, the succubus of Slaanesh screamed and turned into ashes, and even the mark of chaos on Abaddon's armor began to burn.

The golden light enveloped the entire galaxy, and Yang Cheng's power was given to Horus, allowing Horus to accomplish all this.

“My stupid son.”

Horus' voice was filled with a sigh of pity, "Look at what you have become of yourself."

Abaddon's face suddenly burst, and blood evaporated on his cheeks into the shape of the Emperor's double-headed eagle.

He frantically hacked to pieces three Chaos wizards who tried to kneel down. "This is an illusion! Tzeentch's trick!"

Abaddon shouted angrily at everyone, but no one paid any attention to him.

At this moment, they were concentrating on looking at the huge Spirit of Vengeance in front of them.

However, the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit was shrouded in an aura that did not belong to this era and it did not lie.

The body of Horus sat on the Iron Throne, and every inch of the dark gold armor flowed with the glorious glow of the Great Crusade.

The Worldbreaker hammer that had wounded the Emperor rested lightly on the armrest, and blue flames danced in the eye sockets of the wolf-head shoulder armor.

"You disappoint me, Ezekiel."

Horus' voice was like the last flicker of the Astronomican before it went out, piercing through Abaddon's Chaos Blessing. "I gave you the glory of the Luna Wolf, not to let you degenerate into a puppet of the Four Gods."

Abaddon's armour scraped sparks on the black stone floor, and the pressure from the Primarch made his power armour creak.

The Warmaster's pupils scanned the tactical screen frantically, which showed half of the Black Legion's warships disintegrating. Horus used Yang Cheng's power to wipe out the Chaos corruption and most of the fleet with his will alone.

Horus slowly stood up, and under the influence of Yang Cheng's psychic power, his eighteen-meter-tall body caused the bridge dome to automatically rise.

A double image emerged on Abaddon's retina: on one side was the Luna Wolf kneeling in loyalty during the Unification War, and on the other side was the Warmaster now wrapped in the aura of Chaos. His nerve bundles suddenly regained the nerve pain they had ten thousand years ago.

"Look at your fleet." The Claw of Horus pointed to the observation window. Outside the window, the Black Legion warships were being burned by golden psychic energy. "These warriors who were supposed to fight for the future of mankind are now just maggots in the abscess of the warp."

As Horus' voice fell, Horus appeared on the bridge of Abaddon's battleship at some point, and almost all the Chaos Space Marines looked at him with extremely fearful eyes.

Horus's boots crushed the black stone floor, and the legion's emblem from the Great Crusade emerged eerily on the bulkhead.

The black flame of Abaddon's sword flickered, reflecting the wavering figures of the Chaos warriors around it. These thousand-year-old veterans who had survived the Battle of Ullanor were now tightly gripping their weapons, their knuckles making friction sounds in their power armor.

"What are you waiting for!" Abaddon's roar resounded in the bridge, but he no longer had the absolute authority of the past.

Valak's weapon was suspended in mid-air, and this veteran of the Siege of Terra was staring at the relief of the Moon Wolf on Horus's shoulder armor.

“You have tarnished my Legion.” Horus took a step forward, and the Great Crusade star map appeared on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit. “We once fought to break the tyranny of the aliens, and now you have become the new tyrant.”

Abaddon's fangs bit through his lips, and the black blood boiled in the light of Horus: "Shut up! You betrayed first..."

The claw of Horus suddenly pierced through the Warmaster's breastplate, accurately avoiding all vital organs.

Abaddon's gene-seed twitched violently at his sire's touch, feeling pure thrill for the first time in ten thousand years.

"I didn't betray." Horus' wolf-head shoulder armor cast a shadow, "My betrayal came from the corruption of the Four Gods themselves, not from someone praying to Chaos..." The Primarch pulled out his claws and shook off the Chaos pus and blood, "I'm just a stray dog ​​barking at the shadow."

As Horus raised his claws, the entire Warp rift began to rotate in reverse.

Abaddon's sword suddenly felt heavy, and the Chaos runes on the blade were covered with the Legion's Oath during the Great Crusade.

A double image emerged on Abaddon's retina: before him was the radiant golden Primarch, but in his memory was the cold corpse lying aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

"You don't even dare to face the illusion!"

Abaddon activated the blessings of the four gods, and the black flames temporarily forced back the golden light.

The weapon on his other arm smashed towards Horus' visor, but the armor module was shattered by the Primarch's pressure the moment of contact.

Horus flicked his fingers, and Abaddon blasted through seven layers of bulkheads like a cannonball.

When the Warmaster climbed up from the ruins, he saw a thousand-year-old veteran using his body to block the guns of other soldiers: "That's the Primarch! Are you fucking going to shoot the Father of Genes?!"

The entire boarding deck fell into a strange stalemate. The veterans who participated in Isstvan III trembled and put down their grenade launchers, their nerve bundles being torn apart by two genetic instructions.

"Think of the glory of Ullanor! Instead of being a bone-gnawing dog of the Four Gods!"

Abaddon's magic sword suddenly burst into unprecedented black flames, and the whispers of the four Chaos Gods screamed in his head.

Tears of blood flowed from Abaddon's pupils, and his armor peeled off in the light of Horus.

"I... am the Lord of the Black Legion!" Abaddon's spine broke and reorganized under the heavy pressure, and the Four Gods' Seals burned blasphemous scriptures on the surface of his skin. He jumped up in a twisted posture and stabbed Horus' throat with the magic sword.