Emperor's Bane

Chapter 121 The Real Smart Man
The astonishment of the God of the Wolf Shepherd lasted only for a moment, and after a blink of an eye, he returned to his original state, and the still warm and open-minded smile even gave Morgan a brief illusion.

If it wasn't for the impressive laughter that stopped abruptly, Ms. Spider might have wondered if she had heard it wrong. She carefully observed the corners and pupils of the wolf god's eyes, but she couldn't see any obvious camouflage.

The conversation was still going on, because Horus didn't want to stop it. Even though Morgan straightened his back and rested his fingers on the table conspicuously, the tone of the Wolf God was still the kind of gentleness that could not be rejected. , he asked questions on his own, smiling, with a peculiar rhythm interspersed with obvious concern for Morgan between each few questions.

After some talk of the Legion and honor, Horus turned to his brother Jonson, and in between his questions, he occasionally mentioned some questions about Morgan, which were not relevant. It doesn't make people feel deliberate, but it is enough for the Wolf Shepherd to use limited information to make a detailed comparison between the real image of Ms. Morgan and the legendary, vicious [Soul Drinker].

"I have been following this war, from the moment it broke out, I have been following this formidable opponent and the bloody battles of my brothers. I once applied to the Emperor to join this war, but obviously , the rest of the galaxy needs me as well."

This is already the first time Horus has said something like this cryptically. Words like this are mixed with a lot of questions and subtle rhetoric. If Morgan is really a mortal elite, she would not be able to detect it. arrive.

But unfortunately, she wasn't, so she noticed this: Maybe the God of Wolf Shepherd didn't even notice, he was always subconsciously emphasizing that he didn't escape this war.

The Shadow Moon Wolf's absence from Ran Dan was due to orders, responsibilities, and some uncontrollable factors, not their own reasons.

Ms. Spider couldn't help but fell into a kind of curiosity: Is this Horus's intentional emphasis, or his unintentional narration?

Amid this curiosity, Horus also explained Ran Dan's offensive in detail.

"What is certain is that the No.11 Legion should have failed. Countless Randan troops are pouring in from their defense lines, and the empire has not deployed many forces in these directions. , the main reason why Ran Dan has made great strides all the way."

"The area north of the solar star field has almost completely fallen. The scale and speed of these alien attacks exceeded the expectations of all imperial commanders. Terra urgently ordered the dark angels to abandon their northeastern part of the galaxy. The line of defense, throw more than a hundred inhabited galaxies to Ran Dan, and return to the defense of the solar star field."

"The 19rd, [-]th, [-]th, [-]th and No. [-] legions also dispatched a large number of troops to the front line against Ran Dan, which barely blocked their offensive outside the Sun Star Field, but the temporary defense line was completely It is unstable, and Ran Dan's offensive has not completely stopped, and these aliens are very likely to organize a larger invasion."

When the Wolf God said this, some details in his expression showed characteristics that interested Morgan quite a lot.

First of all, when it comes to the failure of the empire and the invasion of Randan, Horus is no different from any loyal servant of the emperor. His brows are tightly frowned, his face is solemn, and his words are unquestionable firmness and vague anxiety : He hides these anxieties very well.

This attitude of loyal minister is the mainstream of Horus' discourse, but when his statement involves other issues, there will be some almost instinctive reactions on his face.

"My brother, Jonson, the Lion of Caliban, has been officially appointed as the commander in chief against the Randan Empire. Before that, this position was vacillating between him and my missing brother. Few people still have complaints about this position, after all, a position that can take it for granted...to order other Primarchs is indeed an extraordinary practice."

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

Maybe even the Wolf Shepherd himself didn't realize that when his words brushed over words such as [position], [commander in chief] and [order], his pupils would brighten a bit, and the corners of his mouth Slightly pursing his lips, he spit out the words one by one.

The way he talked about these words was very strange, like a stingy lord talking about the old murals in his castle: he didn't seem to care, and he didn't really like it, but when When they appeared in someone else's hands, his tone would unknowingly become serious and embarrassed.

Perhaps, in Horus's view, certain things did not need to exist, and if they did exist, they belonged to him as a matter of course.

Morgan thought so in her heart, she built her cognition and analysis of Horus one by one, frankly speaking, this kind of thing consumed her energy, because the wolf god was more powerful than any one she had ever seen. Primarchs are complex.

He seems to be very gentle, but there is indeed an unquestionable majesty; he seems to be very humble, but his words always give people a sense of interweaving like a net; he really cares about his brothers and his blood relatives , but when he talked about the issues of status and dignity, his pupils did indeed flash a fierce color, like a dark meteor piercing the cool starry sky.

He is like a prince.

But compared to the real prince, he doesn't seem to be as arrogant, so confident, and so fearless of anyone's eyes and gossip.

In other words, Horus seems to always live in the eyes of the world, but on the other hand, he has never really faced the eyes of these mortals.

A...complicated guy.

Morgan thought so, but she was still not completely sure of her judgment, so she quietly listened to the words of the Wolf Shepherd God, some ignorance and ignorance of mortals appeared in her pupils at the right time, and when Horus temporarily stopped When he said his words and turned his head to accept new information and reports, Ms. Spider would lower her head, letting her eyes set off a dim and dead light amidst the shocking calculations and plans.

But what Morgan didn't know was that whenever Horus turned his head to accept the message, the arrogance and embarrassment in his pupils would disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving only the silence and seriousness like a wolf. His eyes flickered constantly, recalling and analyzing every move of the mortal in front of him, as well as her answers to every question he asked.

This kind of silence and dead silence will not last long. When the short message report is over, the Primarch and the silver-haired lady will look at each other again, and their pupils will be instantly filled with arrogance, embarrassment, and ignorance. Occupied with astonishment, it seems that a majestic demigod and a humble mortal are having a simple conversation.

And when the conversation was interrupted for a while and their eyes moved away, there was only cold calculation and dead silence left in the air.

But most of the time, just a perfect Primarch and a powerful mortal smiling gently at each other.

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The conversation lasted three 10 minutes.

Maybe longer.

But when yet another message reached Lehorus, the conversation finally met a reason to end.

For yet another Primarch has come to reign over the flagship of the Death Guard.

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Jaghatai Khan's fighter plane was like a milky white thunderstorm, and it came to the hangar of the "Perseverance" in the blink of an eye.

The Primarch of the Fifth Legion is a vigorous man. He is wearing a set of snow-white armor with golden and fiery red decorative coat of arms on it. The facial features of this steppe eagle have a strong sense of three-dimensionality. , his nose is a standard aquiline nose, under which is a long breath, which seems to have been carefully managed, extending all the way to the snow-white hair, and on his forehead, a crimson color forms The shape of the lightning seemed to split his face alive.

Jaghatai Khan, the Primarch of the White Scars of the Fifth Legion, the Warhawk of Chogoris, the Lord of the Icy Blue Sky, the Khan, the Great Khan, and the vanguard officer of the empire, appeared in front of Morgan lightly, and she He didn't even remember how he jumped off the fighter plane, walked quickly all the way to Horus's side, and hugged him.

Whether it is the Primarch himself, his fighters, his heirs, or even his legion, they are all too fast and too invisible, as if you just need to distract yourself for even a second, and they will disappear On the skyline, only a confused soul was left wondering whether the so-called Jaghatai Khan and the Fifth Army really existed.

"Chagatai, my brother, my eagle, have you finally remembered that you are coming back?"

Horus smiled, it was a completely different smile from Morgan's. The wolf god seemed to be completely relaxed. He opened his arms early and embraced his brother with great enthusiasm.

"If I don't come back, I'm afraid I will become a coward in some people's mouth."

In the face of Horus, the Primarch of the Fifth Legion showed a rare and obvious smile.

"Oh, come on."

The God Shepherd waved his hands, and he hugged his brother, head to head, talking in a low voice.

"You and I, we both know that there is more than one aspect to war, and our brothers don't apply to this...but I don't suggest you tell him, he won't listen~"

The two primarchs laughed.

When they finished laughing, God Shepherd seemed to think of something. He turned around, walked a few steps, came to Morgan's side, patted her, and then turned to look at his brother.

"Let me introduce. This is Morgan, the famous [Soul Drinker]. I believe you have heard of her achievements and strength. My brother, I also believe that you have a common topic and language."

Hearing Horus' words, Khan raised his eyebrows with interest, and then looked at the silver-haired lady.

At the first glance, his brows were locked together abruptly.

The Primarch of the Fifth Legion fell into a dead silence the moment he saw the Soul Drinker. He stared at the silver-haired mortal lady without saying a word.

His black eyebrows twisted into a dangerous arc, and the most obvious light shot out from his pupils, as if an eagle in the sky was patrolling a deadly poisonous snake. His beard trembled from time to time. The brother's hand has now slowly dropped to his waist, touching the hilt of the sword.

And just as Morgan approached him, ready to salute.

Khan made his move.

The snow-white blade was like lightning, and before the Wolf God had any reaction, the tip of Morgan's nose had already touched the most dangerous edge: the Primarch of the Fifth Legion grabbed an optimal distance, and he He stood there just like that, with his arms stretched out, and the blade was right in front of Morgan.

Not a drop of blood was shed.

And Morgan didn't go any further.

"Chagatai!"

Horus yelled sharply, as if he wanted to rush forward to argue with his brother, but Khan just raised his other hand and made a stop gesture, and the wolf god slowed down involuntarily.

At the same time, Jaghatai Khan's indifferent voice slowly echoed in the cold air.

"Please don't go any further, Ms. Morgan, keeping a distance of a sword between us is the ideal situation."

"I don't want to know you, nor your story, your thoughts, your plans."

"I hope you do too."

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"You are too rude! Chagatai!"

"In any case, Morgan is now a guest of the Dark Angels. She represents the role of the First Legion in this war. There will be no benefit in rashly confronting swords."

But after Morgan gradually walked away, with the end of this unpleasant meeting, Horus finally stood beside his brother. He frowned, and there was a hint of accusation in his tone.

Khan smiled, and didn't respond tit for tat. He just waited patiently for Horus' anger to be relieved, and then asked his own question in a leisurely manner.

"What do you think she is, Horus?"

Such a question shocked God Shepherd, he turned his head and lowered his voice.

"What do you see wrong?"

"Not sure, but there are."

Horus sighed softly in his heart.

The God of Wolf Shepherd thought for a while, and then gave his own answer.

"The man of gold, or the man of iron."

"Because she's from the First Legion? You suspect it's Jonson's plan?"

A gleam flashed in Horus' eyes.

"Our brother Jonson has a reason to keep her, doesn't he?"

Khan stroked his beard, but did not answer immediately, which caused Horus's heart to be gripped by curiosity.

"What on earth do you think, Jaghatai, my brother, tell me."

Khan laughed.

"Have you ever thought about it, Horus?"

"For an existence like Ms. Morgan, if she was really [created], then the biggest doubter..."

"Shouldn't it be some emperor who already has twenty works?"

Horus was silent for a moment.

"The female Primarch... Your reasoning seems a little frightening, Jaghatai."

"Without ghosts in your heart, naturally there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Isn't it, Horus?"

Khan just smiled. He didn't make a sound, didn't study it carefully, and didn't recall the contact with Morgan just now.

His attitude always expressed itself in words.

Take a step back.

Don't care about each other.

so enough.

As for the mess that tyrant made, let him have his own headache.

(End of this chapter)