The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 16: Do not do evil because it is insignificant, and do not neglect good because it is insign

Did Abaddon personally lead the team to board the ship?

It seems that his plan to kill Abaddon and Horus together has failed. However, Sun Qian didn't really expect such a small trick to succeed.

After all, putting aside Erebas, that troublemaker, Horus is the genuine chosen one of the Four Gods, and even if he really dies, he might be able to be resurrected on the spot.

Now that things have turned sour, there's no point in exchanging pleasantries. Sun Qian doesn't have time for a war of words; after all, he can't kill someone with a few insults...

Ok?

Is it meant to kill someone with insults...?

Sun Qian, who had originally planned to order the communication to be cut off, suddenly changed his mind.

"Establish communication lines and broadcast at maximum power."

Greer looked somewhat surprised, but still faithfully carried out Sun Qian's orders.

"I want the entire Eastfan galaxy to hear our conversation."

A few seconds later, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the bridge.

"Which bastard is piloting my flagship! Increase speed and climb immediately! Otherwise, I'll crush your heads when I get back!"

Sun Qian was right to go to the engine room in advance to modify the reactor program. At this time, under Abaddon's pressure, some crew members were clearly restless, but they had no other choice when there was no power.

"Strictly speaking, this is not 'your' flagship, but the property of the Sixteenth Army Corps, Chief Company Commander."

In stark contrast to the impatient and furious Abaddon, Sun Qian appeared remarkably calm and composed.

"I, Sun Qian, am currently on a mission with Sergeant Grell Noktua under the orders of War Marshal Horus. I hope Lord Abaddon will pull back from the brink and stop interfering with the War Marshal's plans."

There was silence for several seconds on the other end of the communication channel, as if Abaddon was stunned for a moment before he realized Sun Qian's accusation that had turned the tables on him.

"You bastard!!! You're Sun Qian, right!!! Tell that imposter war general to come out here!!!"

"War General? Imposter? What does this mean, Lord Abaddon? Isn't the Wolf God one of a kind?"

"Stop pretending! That bastard dared to impersonate my father, make false promises, and trick me into using such a despicable trap as a virus bomb... which killed my brother..."

Thinking of the tragedy that had just occurred, Abaddon was overcome with grief and almost ground his teeth to powder in anger.

However, Sun Qian responded with a meaningful, mocking tone.

"Oh, I see. Using such a vicious weapon as a virus bomb against one's own loyal offspring is indeed something only a fake Horus would do."

"What? No, damn it, that's not what I meant, I just..."

By the time Abaddon realized his slip of the tongue, it was too late. Because the Tyrant was broadcasting via a public channel, everyone in the entire Eastvan system, whether loyalists or rebels, frontline troops or orbital personnel, could hear his words through the communication array.

This also includes the actual commanders of the legion at this time.

"An imposter Horus? What's going on! Who's really in command now...?"

Kahn's voice was full of doubt and wariness.

"Hmph, since they still haven't figured out the situation, it's safe to say that each of our legions will be under independent command—"

"Shut up, Edoron, that's playing right into the enemy's hands."

Taifeng interrupted Aidoron. He was probably the least doubtful of Horus's authenticity among everyone present, because he had come into contact with the Chaos God earlier and could clearly sense the unusually strong warp energy on the Soul of Vengeance.

"Commander, continuing to let them spout nonsense could affect morale!"

"If you waver at this point, how can you conquer Terra with me?"

However, Horus, the person in question, remained unusually calm, and simply gave Abaddon orders in a deep voice.

"Don't let the other party lead you by the nose, just get to the point."

Abaddon, aboard the Thunderhawk gunboat, gritted his teeth, but he knew this was his chance to redeem himself and atone for his sins. So he suppressed his raging anger and spoke as calmly as possible.

"Brother Sun Qian, just as you said, unlike that hypocritical emperor who treats us as expendable resources, the War Commander treats us as his offspring, brothers, and family. How could he possibly bear to kill us? This war could have been completely avoided. It was only because that Eribas used witchcraft to sow discord and intensify the conflict that we have now turned into this situation of fratricide."

Oh? Starting to change strategies?

Sun Qian narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

It seems that it wasn't just me who wanted to use the broadcast to psychologically weaken the enemy; the other side had the same idea.

"The fake Horus you saw was definitely a product of Erebas's evil sorcery. The Warmaster has already seen through this despicable man's plot and, at the risk of offending his Primarch brothers, executed him on the spot."

It seems they're going with the flow, trying to pin all the blame on Irebas.

But this also indirectly tells Sun Qian some good news.

It seems that the universe's number one troublemaker is, at least for now, dead.

"Brother, don't be deceived by lies anymore. Think about it carefully. If the Tyrant fails to land, it will drag everyone on the Eastfan III down with it. This would be a serious loss for both the Emperor and the Warmasters, and no one would benefit except the Empire and humanity's enemies. But if you turn back now, you will save the lives of hundreds of thousands of Space Marines. At least there will be a chance for dialogue and clearing up misunderstandings, right?"

Such words don't seem like something Abaddon would come up with; clearly, this is essentially a psychological battle between Horus and Sun Qian.

Moreover, while Abaddon was earnestly trying to persuade them, his Thunderhawk squadron was gradually approaching the Great Tyrant, which was slowing down, and was only one step away from the warship's deployed Void Shield.

"As long as you return the Great Tyrant to us, the War Marshal has no intention of pursuing any crimes committed by you—or by any of the brothers on the Istvan III. Moreover, the Wolf God greatly admires your abilities in this incident and will consider recruiting outstanding talents like you into the newly reorganized Shadowmoon Council! This is a promise made in the presence of all the warriors of the four legions, and there is not a single falsehood in it!"

Upon hearing Abaddon's words, Greer, standing next to Sun Qian, could not hide his excitement.

The Council of Shadowmoon is another name for the Council of the Four Kings, representing Horus's right-hand men and their position second only to Horus in the Legion.

It is estimated that all Astartes would find it difficult to refuse this proposal, including their loyal warriors.

After all, most people felt that the purge was too sudden and too suspicious, and they preferred to believe that it was just a misunderstanding.

Even Sun Qian, the time traveler, would have been satisfied with this outcome a few months ago.

After all, this was Horus's public promise, which at least temporarily saved the lives of the loyal warriors. Moreover, Erebas was dead, and if he served Horus closely, he might have a chance to change Horus's mind...

But in that instant, Sun Qian thought of the famous words his newly sworn brother had once uttered on the Istvan III below:

Do not do evil because it is insignificant, and do not neglect good because it is insignificant.

Compromising with the forces of chaos is tantamount to surrendering to chaos; there are indeed insurmountable boundaries in this world.

Horus had already crossed the line.

If you presume to think you can change him, how are you any different from Horus, who thinks he can control the power of chaos?

"Shut up! You shameless old scoundrel! I thought that as one of the three heroes of the expedition, you would have some profound insights to offer when you came to the front lines and faced the soldiers of both armies. I never expected you to utter such vulgar words!"

The powerful and resounding shout, amplified by the Great Tyrant's broadcast array, echoed throughout the world of the Istvan III.

"I have something to say, please listen carefully!"