Reborn as Humanity’s Emperor Across the Multiverse

On the platform, the Honor Guard stood in impeccable formation, clad in their signature Terminator power armor, exuding an air of solemnity as they awaited the arrival of their distinguished guest.

This honor guard, formally named Gastalin, was part of the Sons of the Shadow Moon (Shadow Moon Wolves) and was tasked with welcoming visitors from Universe 06—the Sekhmet Honor Guard of the Thousand Sons Legion, and their Primarch, Magnus the Red.

In addition to the Honor Guards, various officials responsible for the governance, security, and development of Pandora were present to show their respect for Magnus's arrival.

The Shadow Moon Wolves' 2nd Company, stationed on Pandora, also had its Captain and several elite members, such as the Company Champion and other key personnel, present to greet the guests.

The welcoming ceremony not only underscored the importance of the cooperation between the two legions but also symbolized the close ties between them.

After all, the two Primarchs had grown up together, living, learning, and even enduring their father's occasional reprimands side by side—a bond forged in youth that had only deepened over time.

At that moment, a cheerful and hearty laugh rang out from the reception line:

"Hahaha! Long time no see, my brother!"

Striding forward with open arms was Horus, dressed in formal attire and radiating a genuine smile. His eyes gleamed with warmth and joy as he moved to greet his brother, who had just stepped off the train.

"Haha, long time no see, brother."

For once, Magnus allowed himself to relax his usually stern expression, a rare smile breaking across his face.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward to return his brother's embrace, responding with equal warmth.

The sight of the two towering Primarchs embracing on the platform was a testament to their strong bond as brothers. Around them, the Honor Guards and assembled officials stood at attention, bearing witness to this moment of familial connection and partnership.

In truth, Horus had been itching to tease Magnus with something along the lines of: "Finally, you're here, bookworm!"

But he knew that even if he whispered, the Astartes' enhanced hearing would pick it up loud and clear. To maintain his brotherly image and avoid having the nickname "bookworm" spread among the legions, Horus wisely chose to hold his tongue.

Releasing Magnus from the embrace, Horus casually draped his right arm around his brother's shoulder and began walking him out of the station.

As they walked, Horus glanced at Magnus's furrowed brow and the hint of worry on his face. With a cheerful chuckle, he asked:

"My brother, it's been so long. Why do you look more and more serious these days? Have you been buried in some ancient tome again, giving yourself a headache?"

Magnus chuckled softly in return, replying, "It's nothing so complicated, just some minor work for Father. I've been revising sections of the Codex of Humanity, adding annotations to make it easier for the legions and our citizens to understand. Truly, it's light work."

But his tone shifted, tinged with a trace of frustration, as he added,

"What weighs on my mind are those wretched gods and daemons lurking in the Warp.

Their whispers and shadows never cease, and many of the newly integrated citizens of the Imperium may already be under the influence of Chaos.

Even with the Codex of Humanity to guide them, some may still fall prey to its temptations and corruption."

"Bah, they're just vermin." Horus dismissed Magnus's concerns with confidence, his eyes gleaming with battle-hardened resolve.

"Now that we're working together, don't worry! I'll give it my all—not just to eliminate your concerns but also to secure great glory for you and the Thousand Sons.

And perhaps then, people will stop teasing that your legion hasn't seen much action!"

Horus's confidence wasn't mere arrogance—it stemmed from a deep understanding of his own strength and experience.

He had enough reason to disdain the daemons and Chaos Gods that resided in the Warp.

This self-assurance was rooted in countless battles and victories.

One of Horus's most significant achievements was his joint operation with Sanguinius, where they led a surprise assault on the Olympus Mons of Mars in the Main Universe.

The corrupted gods who had succumbed to Chaos and taken refuge in the Warp—each a terrifying entity in its own right—were no match for the combined might of Horus and Sanguinius.

Even bolstered by the Warp's energies, granting them abilities to distort the very laws of reality, these fallen gods failed to last even ten rounds against the Primarchs before being utterly annihilated.

The remnants of their souls were then consumed by their father, Samuel, further deepening Chaos's despair.

In fact, the operation had been so overwhelming that even Slaanesh, the decadent and alluring Chaos God of Excess, seemed to acknowledge the power of these two Primarchs, opting to avoid direct confrontation.

Of course, it was also possible that Slaanesh sought to avoid provoking their father directly.

For this reason, Horus had never truly feared the threat posed by Chaos.

While vigilance was necessary, he firmly believed that if the daemons dared to invade the material realm, they would face the full might of the Imperium on its home turf.

And when it came to direct conflict, the Imperium had never been found wanting.

Back in the early days of the Main Universe, even with just seven frigates, the fledgling Imperium dared to take on the Reaper dreadnoughts.

Now, with over a million Astartes and tens of thousands of warships, the Imperium was a force to be reckoned with.

To Horus, following their father's orders to prepare and strengthen defenses was more than enough to counter the Chaos threat.

He saw the upcoming operations as an opportunity to purge Chaos corruption, rooting out heretics hidden among the Imperium's citizens who masqueraded as loyalists.

Eliminating these hidden dangers would not only ensure the Imperium's stability but also pave the way for future victories.

No matter how cunning Chaos's schemes were, Horus was confident they could not destabilize the Imperium, let alone infiltrate its core.

Moreover, Horus had keenly observed their father's grand vision for the Imperium.

In particular, he noted the transformation of the Heaven and Hell planes within the Crusade of Trenches universe. With the influence of Pure Flowers and the establishment of the Imperial Cult, Horus recognized that their father was harnessing the power of faith to combat Chaos's encroaching shadow.

Their father was not just building military strength; he was also forging a spiritual and psychic bulwark against Chaos.

This realization filled Horus with both awe and excitement.

The war against Chaos was no longer confined to the physical realm; it had become a battle for the mind and soul.

Horus speculated that as the Imperium's faith system matured, the honors and victories achieved by the legions and Primarchs would transcend mere worldly accomplishments.

These achievements would become sources of intangible power, strengthening their influence within the Heaven and Hell planes.

Every victory would solidify the Imperium's faith, feeding back into the legions and fortifying them against future threats.

In time, the Primarchs and their legions might ascend beyond the role of warriors, becoming living embodiments of divinity.

Their commands and battles would be suffused with a "divine" aura, offering protection and guidance to the Imperium's citizens, who would in turn receive the blessings of their faith.

Under the shield of this spiritual power, the Imperium would be rendered nearly invulnerable, its foundations unshakable by Chaos.

Thus, Horus saw this operation as an opportunity to elevate the Thousand Sons, whose smaller numbers placed them at the bottom of the legion hierarchy, securing them the honor and respect they deserved.

"Brother, don't take this lightly," Magnus warned, his tone grave as the two walked shoulder to shoulder out of the station.

"The Imperium's future may appear bright and boundless, but even the smallest flaw could spiral into catastrophe, dragging us all into the abyss.

Confidence is a virtue, but overconfidence is a recipe for disaster."

He paused, his steady gaze meeting Horus's. "Brother, your strength and accomplishments are beyond question, but I urge you to remember: the line between confidence and arrogance is thin.

Right now, you're walking that razor's edge."

"..."

Hearing this, Horus's expression sobered. The joy of reuniting with his brother faded as he fell into rare silence.

It was true that the Shadow Moon Wolves had recently been riding high.

With the resources of the World War Z and Avatar universes, their territory now supported a population nearing 50 billion, and their legion boasted one of the largest forces in the Imperium.

The rapid expansion of the Imperium's domain through new Warp Gates and subjugated universes had only reinforced Horus's growing confidence.

Even Chaos, whose gods his father held in caution, seemed to him like mere pests.

The diminished activity of Chaos following the New Mombasa incident had further convinced Horus of the Imperium's unassailable strength.

But Magnus's words had struck a chord, reminding him that this sense of invincibility might

have led him into the dangerous territory of arrogance.

Unwittingly, the Shadow Moon Wolves' glory and might had begun to foster a sense of pride and complacency.

As Horus mulled over this realization, he glanced at Magnus out of the corner of his eye.

Magnus had spent much time by their father's side before being assigned to govern Universe 06. Now, he seemed calmer and wiser than ever before.

To Horus, Magnus was not just a brother but a trusted confidant who always provided honest and selfless counsel.

With a nod, Horus gestured for Magnus to join him aboard their custom-built aircraft.

Taking a deep breath, he said with newfound clarity,

"Brother, you're right. Let's head to the 2nd Company's ground base and finalize the patrol plans together."

Magnus smiled, relieved by his brother's response. "Good, let's go."

—

Soon after, the Gastalin and Sekhmet Honor Guards boarded the Shadow Moon Wolves' Thunderhawk gunships, escorting the Primarchs' aircraft as they flew in formation toward the 2nd Company's base outside the city.

Seated near a window inside the aircraft, Magnus gazed out at the sprawling city below.

Skyscrapers stood shoulder to shoulder with carefully designed parks, their greenery like emeralds nestled amidst the urban steel jungle. Beyond the city, unspoiled wilderness stretched into the horizon, dotted with rolling hills and tranquil lakes.

Magnus's gaze wandered further to the skies above the forest, where he spotted over a dozen four-winged Ikrans (banshees) gliding gracefully, their movements unhindered by the patrolling drones.

The sight of these creatures coexisting peacefully with human structures and activities was a testament to Horus's meticulous governance of Pandora, blending its natural beauty with human progress.

Magnus couldn't help but marvel at Pandora's transformation under Horus's stewardship.

Without the interference of Eywa, the planet's so-called planetary consciousness, Pandora had become an ideal candidate for the Imperium's harmonious development.

"Brother, I've indeed been overly confident and proud," Horus admitted as he watched the scenery outside. His tone carried both gratitude and an apology.

"Perhaps the recent peace has made me complacent. Thank you for your timely reminder, or I might not have noticed my own state."

"Haha, that's what I'm here for, brother," Magnus replied with a casual wave of his hand, downplaying the matter. But his tone turned serious as he added,

"By the way...

How are the Na'vi? Are they still causing trouble for the Imperium?"

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