Chapter 603 Horuski vs. Guilliman
As soon as these words came out, the entire conference room was silent.
Mortarion no longer cared about inhaling the poisonous gas of his hometown. He stared directly at Guilliman and Horus with pale eyes.
The other Primarchs behaved similarly.
The traitor turned out to be Horus?
How can it be? !
But when I think about it carefully, it seems quite reasonable. Among the eighteen brothers, only Horus can launch a great rebellion that destroys the empire. The other primarchs are not capable of this.
In an instant, the anger on Horus's face solidified.
What? Am I the traitor?
That's okay
It's okay! How could I be a traitor?
Horus felt his Heavenly Spirit Cap take off in a spiral, and the cold wind blew from head to toe.
The eyes of the Primarchs all fell on Horus. Although they said nothing, Horus felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like a light on his back, like a lump in his throat.
"What are you talking about?" Horus quickly lost his nerve.
It’s hard to stretch!
It was he who forced Guilliman to reveal the name of the traitor, but it turned out that the traitor was himself!
Isn't he a clown?
Horus suppressed the anger in his heart and asked: "My good brother, are you kidding me?"
"No kidding, it's you." Guilliman looked at Horus with cold eyes.
Horus clenched his fists, anger written on his face.
He never believed that he was a traitor!
I am loyal to my father. I am my father's favorite son (probably). How could I betray my father?
He believed from the bottom of his heart that any of the Primarchs present could be a traitor, but only his Warmaster Horus could not be a traitor.
Otherwise, he would not have questioned Guilliman.
He had already thought about how he would defend the traitor brother who had not yet betrayed him after he found out who the traitor was.
However.
"There is absolutely no way I am a traitor!"
Horus stared intently at Guilliman's face. At this moment, he wanted to carve out a piece of flesh from Guilliman's face.
"You are slandering me!" He was furious.
That's right! It must be slander!
He didn't know what the purpose of Guilliman from parallel time and space was, but he was sure that this was Guilliman's slander against him.
"I am the Imperial Warmaster! How could I betray my father?" Horus turned to his brothers for recognition. He held his head high and said, "Brothers, ask yourselves, does anyone think that I, Horus, have even the slightest chance? Becoming a traitor?"
The primarchs remained silent.
They didn't think that Horus would be a traitor, but the Guilliman in front of them was brought by the Emperor from parallel time and space, and Guilliman's words symbolized the Emperor's authority in a sense.
They could not trust Guilliman, but could they not trust the Emperor?
Guilliman said that Horus was a traitor, and Horus was probably a traitor.
Objectively speaking, only Horus had the chance to start a great rebellion.
Horus was very popular. If he wanted to rebel, not only would a hundred people respond to his call, but at least there would be a cloud of people who responded.
If other Primarchs wanted to rebel, they would probably be suppressed easily.
Horus was also the Warmaster, able to mobilize other Primarchs directly, bypassing the Emperor.
This also provides great convenience for rebellion.
Although they didn't know why Horus rebelled even though he was already a warmaster, there was no doubt that Horus was a traitor.
"You are a traitor," Guilliman said coldly.
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Horus's heart.
Horus clenched his fists: "That's enough, I'm not a traitor."
"You are a traitor," Guilliman emphasized.
"I'm not!"
"You are a traitor."
"I'm not! No!"
"You are a traitor."
"Let me tell you for the last time! I am not a traitor!"
"You are a traitor."
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Bang!
Faced with Guilliman who kept drilling into his heart like a repeater, Horus couldn't bear it anymore. Veins popped out on the back of his hand and he punched Guilliman in the face.
Guilliman was on guard and raised his arm to parry Horus' attack.
A fight breaks out.
Horus turned his straight punch into an hook, pulling Guilliman's body towards him. At the same time, he stepped heavily on the ground and hit Guilliman's face with his knees that were harder than steel.
Guilliman was also unequivocal. He cupped his hands into a ball and struck Horus's knee with a heavy blow.
With a dull loud noise, the two people jumped backwards, one to the left and the other to the right.
Horus stood there and stretched his body, and all the joints in his body made an astonishing sound.
Horus suffered the loss in this battle.
He came to attend the meeting, not wearing power armor, but wearing a gorgeous white and gold robe.
At this moment, a large hole was opened in the knee part of the left leg of the robe, exposing Horus's muscular thigh.
In the brief confrontation just now, Guilliman's great strength shattered the fabric of the robe.
It is conceivable that if he continues to fight, Horus will soon be in tatters, or even naked.
But Horus had no intention of backing down.
He roared: "I! No! Am! Traitor!"
Before he could finish his words, he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Guilliman crazily.
At this time, it no longer matters whether he is a traitor in another parallel time and space. His top priority is to express his attitude and make his brothers believe that he will not be a traitor.
Otherwise, not only would he feel ashamed that he was a traitor in another parallel time and space, but he would also stop being a war commander in this parallel time and space.
The way to show his attitude is to take advantage of his anger and fight Guilliman.
Only a hearty battle with Guilliman can reflect his anger at being a traitor and his determination not to be a traitor.
Horus appeared in front of Guilliman like a teleport, and he was greeted by Guilliman's calm eyes and violent iron fists.
With the help of the Armor of Destiny, Guilliman's various indicators have been greatly improved.
Guilliman could see Horus's movements clearly. He punched Horus's fist, and the two fists hit each other exactly like two meteorites colliding in mid-air, making a huge noise.
Fight, fight, fight, fight!
Euler, Euler, Euler!
The two sides faced each other and punched rapidly. Most of the attacks collided in mid-air, while a small number of attacks broke through the opponent's defense and landed firmly on the opponent's body.
The Primarchs remained silent, showing no intention of stepping forward to stop them.
Horus is their good brother, and they have no reason to help Guilliman; but Horus is likely to be a traitor in parallel time and space, and in this time and space, he may also be a werewolf ready to jump back, so they have no reason to help Horus. reason.
Forehead, cheeks, neck, arms, chest.
The upper bodies of both sides seemed to have been bombarded by artillery battalions, but Guilliman was much less injured than Horus because he had the Armor of Destiny and his deep hatred for the Chaos Warmaster Horus.
Bang!
Horus took a few steps back.
At this time, Horus was completely naked. The robes on his upper body were blown apart by Guilliman, and the robes on his lower body fell to the ground with high-speed shaking. (End of chapter)