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Originating from Terra Earth , it is an interstellar crusade that claims the galaxy as the rightful domain of Humankind, and aims to reunite the multitude of scattered human colonies remaining from earlier space exploration under the domain of an "Imperium of Man". Its grand mastermind is the "Emperor of Mankind", a mysterious superhuman of unknown origin. He has declared an agnostic worldview , the "Imperial Truth", which promotes science, rationalism , and human primacy. Officially, the Imperium denies the existence of psychic phenomena, including its manifestations as witchcraft and sorcery , and punishes its belief as ignorant and superstitious; yet the Imperium is also dependent on psychic activity in order to achieve faster-than-light travel between its scattered dominions. The Emperor knows that psychic phenomena originate in The Warp, a parallel dimension reflecting the events of the material world at its most emotional.
Jonah pressed his palm against the panel and waited as the yellow beam scanned his hand.
A light above the door flashed green and the nearest soldier reached over and turned a hatch wheel that opened the door. The narrow iron mesh stairs curled around thick, fibre-bundle mus17 False Gods cles and throbbing power cables wreathed in a shimmering energy field, but Jonah paid them no mind, too intent on his roiling stomach as he climbed the hot, stuffy stairs. He had to pause to catch his breath halfway up, and wiped a hand across his sweaty brow before reaching the next level.
This high up, the air was cooler as powerful recyc-units dispersed the heat generated by the venting of plasma gasses from the reactor. Hooded adepts of the Mechanicum tended to flickering control panels as they carefully built up the plasma levels in the reactor.
Good men crewed the Dies Irae; they had to be good — Princeps Turnet would never have picked them otherwise.
All the men and women onboard the Titan had been chosen personally for their expertise and dedication. Eventually, Jonah reached the Moderati Chambers in the heart of the Titan and slid his authenticator into the slot beside the door.
The lock mechanism clicked and, with a chime, the door slid open. Inside was a brilliant domed chamber with curving walls of shining metal and half a dozen openings spaced evenly throughout the ceiling.
The thin disc climbed into the air and Jonah rose through a hole in the ceiling, passing along the transport tube towards the summit of the Titan. The walls of the tube glowed with their own inner light, and Jonah stifled a yawn as the silver disc came to a halt and he emerged onto the command deck.
Three padded chairs occupied a raised dais before the glowing green tactical viewer, each with thick bundles of insulated cables trailing from the arms and headrests.
Another adept lowered a silver lattice of encephalographic sensors onto his head, and the touch of the cool metal against his skin was a welcome sensation. He braced himself for the momentary pain of connection as they slid across his cheek like silver worms reaching towards his eyes.
Then he could see them fully: incredibly fine silver wires, each no thicker than a human hair, yet capable of carrying vast amounts of information. The clamps gripped his head firmly as the silver wires descended and penetrated the corners of his eyes, worming down past his optic nerve and into his brain, where they finally interfaced directly with his cerebral cortex.
He grunted as the momentary, icy pain of connection passed through his brain, but relaxed as he felt the body of the Titan be19 False Gods come one with his own. Information flooded through him, the cortical-dendrites filtering it through portions of his brain that normally went unused, allowing him to feel every part of the gigantic machine as though it were an extension of his own flesh. Within microseconds, the post-hypnotic implants in the subconscious portions of his brain were already running the pre-deployment checks, and the insides of his eyeballs lit up with telemetry data, weapon readiness status, fuel levels and a million other nuggets of information that would allow him to command this beautiful, wonderful Titan.
She gripped her fetish-hung staff tightly in her clawed hand, knowing that a moment in time had dawned that mankind would never forget, heralding a day when the gods themselves would step from myth and legend to hammer out the future in blood and fire.
She had waited for this day since the great warriors from the sky had brought word of the sacred task appointed to her when she was little more than a babe in arms. As the great red orb of the sun rose in the north, hot, dry winds brought the sour fragrance of bitter blossoms from the tomb-littered valleys of long-dead emperors.
Standing high in the mountains, she watched this day of days unfold below her, tears of rapture spilling down her wrinkled cheeks from her black, oval eyes, as the pinpricks of light became fiery trails streaking across the clouds towards the ground. Below her, great herds of horned beasts trekked across the verdant savannah, sweeping towards their watering holes in the south before the day grew too hot for them to move and the swift, razor-fanged predators emerged from their rocky burrows.
Flocks of wide-pinioned birds wheeled over the highest peaks of the mountains above her, their cries raucous, yet musical, as this momentous day grew older. On this day of days, only she truly appreciated it. Stormbirds followed, like dangerously graceful birds of prey swooping in on some hapless victim. Black and scorched by the heat of re-entry, the thirty drop-pods sent up great clouds of dust and earth from their impacts, their wide doors opening with percussive booms and clanging down on the steppe.
Three hundred warriors in thick, plate armour swiftly disembarked from the drop-pods and fanned out with mechanical precision, quickly linking up with other squads, and forming a defensive perimeter around an unremarkable patch of ground in the centre of their landing pattern. Stormbirds circled above in overlapping racetrack patterns, as though daring anything to approach.
At some unseen signal, the Stormbirds broke formation and rose into the sky as the boxy form of a Thunderhawk descended from the clouds, its belly blackened and trailing blue-white contrails. The larger craft surrounded the smaller one, like mother hens protecting a chick, escorting it to the surface, where it landed in a billowing cloud of red dust.
The Stormbirds screamed away on prescribed patrol circuits as the forward ramp of the Thunderhawk groaned open, the hiss of pressurised air gusting from within. Ten warriors clad in the comb-crested helms and shimmering plate armour of the Sons of Horus marched from the gunship, cloaks of many colours billowing at their shoulders.
Each carried a golden bolter across his chest, and their heads turned from left to right as they searched for threats. Behind them came a living god, his armour gleaming gold and 21 False Gods ocean green, with a cloak of regal purple framing him perfectly A single, carved red eye stared out from his breastplate and a wreath of laurels sat upon his perfect brow.
But, as always, he swayed aside from the lethal sweep with a speed that belied his massive Astartes frame, and raised his sword in time to block yet another stabbing cut. A heavy cudgel looped down at his head, but he had obviously anticipated the blow and ducked as it slashed over him. The armatures of the practice cage clattered as the weapons swung, stabbed and slashed through the air, mindlessly seeking to dismember the massive Astartes warrior who fought within. Loken grunted, his hard-muscled body shining with a gleaming layer of sweat as a blade scored his upper arm, and Mersadie winced as a thin line of blood ran from his bicep.
As far as she could remember, it was the first time she had ever seen him wounded in the practice cages. Sitting on the cold, iron benches outside the 23 False Gods practice cages, she had already blink-clicked more images to store in her memory coils than she would ever need.
She had watched him spar before, but it had always been an adjunct to their normal discussions, never the focus. This… this was something else. As Loken deflected yet another slashing blade, she checked her internal chronometer again and knew that she would have to leave soon. She pushed thoughts of Karkasy aside as the hissing mechanical hemispheres of the sparring cage withdrew and a bell began chiming.
Loken stepped from the cage, his fair hair, longer than she had seen it before, plastered to his scalp, and his lightly freckled face flushed with exertion. He looked down, as though unaware of the wound.
His breathing came in short bursts and she tried to mask her surprise. To see an Astartes out of breath was utterly alien to her. How long had he been training before she had arrived in the halls? Loken wiped the sweat from his face and upper body as he made his way to his personal arming chamber. Mersadie followed him and, as usual, could not help but admire the sheer physical perfection of his enhanced physique.
The ancient tribes of the Olympian Hegemony were said to have called such specimens of physical perfection Adonian, and the word fit Loken like a masterfully crafted suit of Mark IV plate. Almost without 24 Graham McNeill thinking, Mersadie blink-clicked the image of his body. Loken shrugged, picking up a carved vambrace and a polishing cloth. None of us has ever lived long enough to find out. The melancholy of the immortal, or the paradox of an ageless being caught in the flux of constantly changing times — struggling flies in the clotting amber of history.
Is there some part of you that wants to? To be honest, it scares me. Does it scare you? I am powerful now, strong. Why would I want to change that?
Once the Crusade is over I mean. Has his poetry taken a turn for the maudlin again? What makes you think like this? Instead, she stored this conversation away for another time, one when he might be more forthcoming on these uncharacteristically gloomy thoughts. She decided to ask another question and steer the conversation in a more upbeat direction, when a looming shadow fell over the pair of them and she turned to see the massive, slab-like form of First Captain Abaddon towering over her.
As usual, his long hair was pulled up in its silver-sheathed topknot, the rest of his scalp shaved bare. The captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus was dressed in simple sparring fatigues and carried a monstrous sword with a tooled edge.
He glared disapprovingly at Mersadie. Abaddon nodded curtly 26 Graham McNeill to Loken and gave her a last, barbed glance before turning away to the sparring cages, his sword buzzing into throaty life. Now Davin was a feral world swept by hot, arid winds and baking under the baleful red eye of a sun. It had been six decades since Loken had last set foot on Davin, though back then it had been known as Sixty-Three Eight, being the eighth world brought into compliance by the 63rd Expeditionary force.
Compliance had not improved it much in his opinion.
Its surface was hard, baked clay clumped with scrubby vegetation and forests of tall, powerfully scented trees. Habitation was limited to primitive townships along the fertile river valleys, though there were many nomadic tribes that made their lonely way across the mighty, serpent-infested deserts.
Though outnumbered and hopelessly outclassed, they had fought with great courage, before offering their surrender after doing all that honour demanded.
The Luna Wolves had been impressed by their courage and willingness to accept the new order of their society and the commander — not yet the Warmaster — had decreed that his warriors could learn much from these brave opponents. Though the tribesmen were separated from the human genome by millennia of isolation, and shared few physical traits with the settlers that came after the Astartes, Horus had allowed the feral 27 False Gods tribesmen to remain, in light of their enthusiastic embracing of the Imperial way of life.
Iterators and remembrancers had not yet become an official part of the Crusade fleets, but the civilians and scholars who hung on the coattails of the expeditionary forces moved amongst the populace and promulgated the glory and truth of the Imperium. They had been welcomed with open arms, thanks largely to the dutiful work undertaken by the chaplains of the XVII Legion, the Word Bearers, in the wake of the conquest. It had been a good war; won rapidly and, for the Luna Wolves, bloodlessly.
The defeated foe was brought into compliance quickly and efficiently, allowing the commander to leave Kor Phaeron of the Word Bearers to complete the task of bringing the light of truth and enlightenment to Davin.
Yes, it had been a good war, or so he had thought. Sweat trickled down the back of his head and ran down the inside of his armour, its greenish, metallic sheen still new and startling to him, even though it had been months since he had repainted it. Loken remembered the cheers and the cries of adoration laid at the feet of the Warmaster as his announcement had spread through the Expedition. Fists punched the air and throats were shouted hoarse with jubilation.
He could almost feel that rawness again as he took a deep breath of the sour, acrid winds of Davin that blew from the far north, wishing he could be anywhere else right now. It was not a world without beauty, but Loken did not like Davin, though he could not say what exactly bothered him about it. To the west of them, soaring mountain peaks seemed to scrape the stars and further north, Loken knew that there were valleys that plumbed the very depths of the earth, and fantastical tombs of ancient kings.
Yes, they had waged a good war on Davin. Why then had the Word Bearers brought them here again? He sighed; these days the words of bland administrators carried the weight of the Emperor and, as much as Maloghurst wanted to, he could not ignore this message in particular. The Warmaster would never agree to it, but Maloghurst had to tell him. The sanctum doors slid smoothly aside, revealing the dark and peaceful interior.
Maloghurst enjoyed the solitude of the sanctum, the coolness of the air easing the pain of his raw skin and twisted spine. The only sound that broke the stillness of the sanctum was the breath rasping in his throat, the abnormal rearward curvature of his spine placing undue pressure on his lungs. Maloghurst shuffled painfully along the length of the smooth surfaced oval table, reaching out to place the slate at its head, where the Warmaster sat.
It has been too long since the Mournival gathered here, thought Maloghurst. A shape resolved out of the darkness and he relaxed as he saw the familiar features of the commander, eerily red-lit from below by the light of his gorget. Fully armoured in his battle plate, the Warmaster sat at the back of the darkened sanctum, his elbows resting on his knees and his head held in his hands. Surely, he had misheard. To imagine that the Warmaster did not know something was inconceivable.
Maloghurst hesitated. A remembrancer from Terra, one with friends in high places it would seem: the Sigillite for one. You are the Warmaster, chosen by the Emperor, beloved by all, to be his regent in this great endeavour. The remembrancers of this fleet may record every fact they witness, but without you, they are nothing. Without you, all of it is meaningless. You are above all men. It covers a relatively short period, starting several months before Magnus ' catastrophic psychic visit at the Imperial Palace Book 12 , and concluding several months after this event.
The unauthorised visit is central to the story: apart from damaging the Emperor's top secret project Book 1 and the planet's defense, it massively disrupts Terra's long-range communications infrastructure.
The ensuing isolation and confusion cause indecision and delays for the Loyalist side. The story's main character is Kai Zulane , previously a gifted Imperial astropath attached to the Ultramarines Legion.
He unwittingly becomes the keeper of a secret that could decide the victor in the developing galactic civil war. The secret has additional implications regarding the Heresy's conclusion and the future course of the Imperium of Man. However, operatives and the Primarch of the Alpha Legion play a prominent role.
Arriving at Terra a few months after the events described in The Outcast Dead take place, Corax convinces the Emperor to impart to him the knowledge and material that may accelerate the rebuilding of his Legion. The novel features the reappearance of The Cabal Book 7 , and of other well-known characters; it also adds information about the developing strategies and subterfuge applied by the opposing sides, including reasons for Horus' timetable and for the Emperor's actions during the initial stages of the Heresy.
It is planned and led by the Traitor Word Bearers Legion, now fully and openly committed to the spread of the Primordial Truth. The narrative starts close to where the timelines of Book 8 and Book 14 converge in their respective conclusions , with the invasion force en route to, or near the planet.
The rebel mission has aims beyond just delivering a crippling blow to the Ultramarines Legion and their home system; its objectives may affect the entire Heresy campaign. The story tracks the Calth assault from its opening covert phases, and the actions of several characters.
Unaware of the developing rebellion and the Word Bearers' true role and allegiance, Primarch Roboute Guilliman and his Ultramarines are unprepared for the underhand invasion: it is total, bloody war, with ritualistic undertones, scorched earth tactics, decisive use of technology, and the considerable involvement of Chaos ; the inconceivable treachery and its implications forever change the Loyalists' view of reality. The Primarchs The Primarchs is a compilation of four novellas by different authors, each story starring one of the "sons" of the Emperor.
Book 21 to Book 30[ edit ] The plan almost succeeds; yet conflicting agendas among anti-Imperial protagonists, as well as the fortitude and unorthodox tactics of quick-to-adapt Blood Angels, narrowly result in Loyalist victory.
In the meantime Horus' rebellion erupts openly and the Loyalists suffer catastrophic losses in the Dropsite Massacre Book 5. Shadows of Treachery Shadows of Treachery is a compilation that collects five short stories previously published in limited editions , art books , or other formats, and also contains two new novellas. Other Legions and Primarchs are also featured, while one short story takes place on Mars and illuminates an aspect of the Traitor Mechanicum's conspiracy.
The narratives of all stories fill gaps in the series or add further details about the Heresy and its actors; they cover periods that range from several decades before the conflict to around the time frame of Book 18 one short story is a prequel to that novel.
Angel Exterminatus: Flesh and iron Angel Exterminatus covers a Traitor operation in uncharted and dangerous galactic space, that may purportedly decide the war in favour of the rebels.
The story provides further glimpses of disparate motivations and conflicting objectives among traitor factions as the Heresy campaign continues. However the core plot is set in motion by Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children, who share the spotlight.
The embittered Iron Warriors have aligned with Horus out of frustration with the ignominious and unheralded role assigned them by the Imperium; before the story begins, they lash out in unforgivable genocide.
In the story, they are invited to the freelance operation which is unknown to the Warmaster by Fulgrim and his Legion, who have their own agenda. The operation's true goal is kept secret from Perturabo and his Space Marines, who come to realise that not all fellow rebels can be trusted. A side thread involves Fabius Bile , the chief medical officer of the Emperor's Children, and the Traitors' top geneticist ; he is on a no-holds-barred quest to exceed the Emperor's genetic achievements.
Betrayer: Blood for the Blood God Betrayer returns the series to the action in the Ultramar theatre ; it starts around the time the events of Book 19 begin to unfold. In tenuous and fragile cooperation, the two very different Traitor Legions lay waste to worlds across Ultramar; it is a "Shadow Crusade" meticulously planned by Primarch Lorgar of the Word Bearers, who deploys Abyss -class spaceships.
The campaign's strategic goal is the destruction or isolation of the powerful Ultramarines Legion, its home star system, and the system's considerable resources; removing Ultramar as a factor in the war is one of Horus' primary objectives. The scheming Primarch of the Word Bearers orchestrates genocide in unprecedented scale, as a way to summon the powers of Chaos.
With their help, he hopes to generate the so-called Ruinstorm, an immense interdimensional disturbance that will create an impenetrable veil around Ultramar. As the final piece of his plan, Lorgar engineers the "ascension" into daemonhood of the increasingly unstable Angron: the event is to act as the conduit for the unnatural storm.
Mark of Calth Mark of Calth is the fifth compilation to appear in the series; it contains seven short stories and one novella, each by a different author. Vulkan Lives: Unto the Anvil The Unremembered Empire: A light in the darkness Scars: A Legion divided Vengeful Spirit: The Battle of Molech Legacies of Betrayal: Let the galaxy burn Deathfire: Into the Ruinstorm War Without End: Heresy begets retribution Pharos: The dying of the light Eye of Terra: I am the Emperor's vigilance The Silent War: Chosen of the Sigillite Angels of Caliban: Emperors and slaves Praetorian of Dorn: Alpha to omega This site is like a library, you could find million book here by using search box in the widget.
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Thanks to Garro on the Heresy30K Forums for this! The Horus Heresy Book Seven — Inferno is a supplement for Warhammer 40, which depicts the cataclysmic battle of the Burning of Prospero, home planet of the Thousand Sons Legion, the near-destruction of that Legion, the fall of its Primarch, Magnus, and the tangled web of fate and Here you can find horus heresy pdf shared files.
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