Emperor's Bane

Chapter 122 Silence and Wind
Zahariel arrived a little slower than Morgan thought.

When the three Primarchs and their personal guards met on the bridge, the Dark Angel's fighter plane stumbled into the hangar of the "Perseverance", and Zahariel, in a hurry, turned towards Morgan who greeted him. sorry.

"There was a riot of mortal crew members on the battleship. Some of them mutated while traveling through the storm. The scale was not small. I had to use a continuous punishment method to clear all the involved personnel, so wasting some time."

Zahariel explained quickly, with a flat tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, and when his last words fell slowly, Morgan had already brought him to the bridge, far away. Yes, they saw Garo standing at the door of the meeting room.

The battle company commander of the Death Guard seemed to be the one in charge of guarding the bridge. He stood at the only entrance and exit of the room, surrounded by a group of silent soldiers. When Morgan approached, Garo stopped her and pretended to check with.

Through an eye contact and a voice from the room, Morgan instantly understood what Garo meant.

Now, don't go in there.

And the moment she understood, the Pale King's angry voice came from the room.

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"What do you think! Horus!"

"Let a wizard! Be our equal? ​​Make her sit with us in this council? Do you know what you're talking about?"

The angry and vicious voice of the King of Barbarus roamed the room, crackling on everyone's armor, and Mortarion was breathing heavily, even the barbarus gas he had kept on purpose. As his doubts continued to spread, some figures standing in the corner, such as Abaddon, couldn't help frowning.

But those characters who really stood in the core area of ​​the room, such as Horus, Jaghatai, and their cronies: Sejame and Tarihutai-Yesugai, greeted all this with a blank face. Under the same calm face, there are different thoughts.

Horus sat on one side of a finely crafted round table, flanked by his two Primarch brothers, and opposite him was a fourth chair, which was vacant, apparently reserved for To someone: This is why the Lord of the No.14 Legion is so furious.

"Horus, my brother, I have always respected you, your wisdom, your reason, your strength, and your majesty, but I also believe that this respect is based on mutual respect between you and me Yes, it is not a meaningless sacrifice, nor is it a worthless loyalty, it is a friendship, a great relationship based on reason and wisdom resonance!"

"And now, on the [Endurance], which belongs to me! On the battleship, I don't want to hear the words like just now, the wizard of the First Legion, the vicious banshee raised by Zhuang Sen, what is she? What qualifications do you have to sit with us and discuss matters of war!"

Mortarion was roaring, with uncanny rage and stubbornness, a venomous fire that was only partly due to the sorcerer he loathed, and much more directed at Horus: he His brother, the person he trusted and admired the most, and the words just said from the mouth of the Wolf Shepherd trampled on the dignity and bottom line of the Lord of Death.

Yes, trample.

Although the Wolf God only inquired about the possibility of having the silver-haired representative of the First Legion sit with them in a modest tone, this did not prevent Mortarion from taking this inquiry as enough to make The unreasonable declaration that their friendship was shattered: on his ship, sitting with a wizard who had completely humiliated him?
Horus could have found another reason to fight him.

Horus was silent. He felt Mortarion's anger quietly. He didn't show the slightest bit of boredom, and he didn't intend to answer it. After all, the Lord of Death's question was too sharp. No matter how he answered, There may be cracks in the relationship between the two.

But the God of Wolf Shepherd was not without a plan.

For the moment Mortarion's rage lit the room, the Eagle Lord who sat across from him opened his eyes.

【Your vicious attitude towards psykers makes me uneasy. My brother, especially my son, will fight side by side with your warriors in the next time. 】

【My Storm Prophet, many of them are warriors with psychic powers, they are destined to follow me to fight, and they will also appear in the sight of you and your warriors. Your words can't help worrying me, welcome Will their aid be the aid of friendly forces, or the scythe of resentment? 】

Khan's words were like rain and dew in a sultry summer night, breaking through the anger surrounding the room in an instant, and the Lord of Death also turned his head, no longer staring at the God of Wolf Shepherd.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of Horus flashed light: before this, the wolf god had seriously thought about how to bridge the relationship between these two members of his small circle, but in this battle , Horus also slowly determined a little bit.

The Eagle Khan and the Lord of Death may appreciate each other on another level, but the differences in various fields between them are far from being able to make up for this appreciation.

Jaghatai and Mortarion may never be friends: in that case, let Horus find his favor in their confrontation.

Mortarion smiled, a mocking laugh full of sneer and cold anger, and he looked at his brother with disdain from his sunken pupils.

"Don't play these word games with me, Jaghatai, if you are really worried about those smart bastards under your command, then let them quiet down, find a place to hide, and escape this war, which is what you are good at Is it?"

Khan snorted softly, and didn't show even the slightest bit of anger because of his brother's yin and yang aura, which instead plunged Mortarion into a deeper resentment. He slapped the table, stood up, and stood up. pour.

"If you want to know my attitude, my brother, then I can tell you, the most straightforward: no matter when, no matter what happens in the future, I will never put up with any wizard and their dirty tricks, In terms of your blood relationship with me, allowing your so-called prophets to walk around in front of my eyes is already the greatest tolerance I have!"

【Instead of my son, I thank you for your generosity, Lord of Death~】

Mortarion laughed, the purest sneer, and his anger dwindled as he laughed, until he folded his hands on his chest and spoke a tone of arrogance to his brother.

"Don't tell me the riddle here, you Chogoris, I don't believe you can't see that with the pace of the expedition, all wizards will sooner or later... This is the will, the will from above us, if If you are not used to it yet, Jaghatai, I suggest you get used to it as soon as possible, this Milky Way is not your Chogoris, it will make you a carefree king on the warm grassland."

"The future will come sooner or later, Jaghatai, adapt or submit, and there will always be things that disappear with our conquest, because they are profane, evil, and have no room in the realm of reason."

"You'd better get used to all this. If you really care about your heirs, then don't let them become the one destined to disappear, and don't let them go too far on these roads with no future."

[Jogoris is never warm, Mortarion, and I have no interest in more futures, getting through the present is already a difficult and interesting enough challenge. 】

Mortarion smiled lightly, and didn't say anything more. He sat down, and his anger was gone. In his new round of words, there was only a kind of indifferent sarcasm, but also possessed Sensibility, and a Barbarusian exhortation.

"You will understand, Jaghatai, you will understand one day, there are those inherently evil and filthy things in the galaxy, they do not deserve any sympathy and pity, the only energy that needs to be spent on them is Total destruction and cleansing."

"Wizards, any wizards, are not worthy of pity. Maybe those warriors who are proficient in spells behind you seem calm and rational, but because they surround you, your strength and blood are constantly reminding them Be humble."

"But there are people like you and me in the Milky Way, and those wizards are like dirty stars, there are so many that they can't be killed, do you know how many witchcraft overlords and aliens I have encountered? How many galaxies and worlds have they poisoned? And how much have my children paid to destroy these cubs?"

"You will understand when you actually join this expedition and witness your legion and sons shed blood in front of these filthy wizards."

"Wizards, any wizards, are not worthy of pity. They are intoxicated by great power without warning, and the darkness of their hearts is also seduced, and their reason and goodness are gone, or they are never really. The existence of them, they are the stain of the galaxy."

"Do not try to understand and forgive any wizard, for every one of them is born sinful - without exception! For the power itself is filth!"

[No power is born evil, Mortarion, at least, I haven't encountered it yet. 】

"Then you need a little more knowledge. After all, ignorance is not something to be proud of."

[Maybe, my brother, but so far, I have learned enough in life. The cold wind on the grassland and life and death have taught me some truths, and I have benefited a lot until today. 】

"for example?"

[Just like...]

The Primarch of the Fifth Legion leaned back in his chair, perhaps infected by what Mortarion had just said, and the Khan spoke more than usual.

[A loyal dog, it gave birth to two offspring, one grew around the camp, followed its mother and owner, followed the footsteps of the horse during the day, and rested by the fire at night, after a few years, it became a sheep Defender of the pack, the dream companion of any hunter. 】

[And the other one, it is wandering in the wilderness, the cold wind is its comfort, and the carrion is its food. It has witnessed the killing and hatred among wild beasts, and learned the skills of survival. When it grows in death , it has naturally become a nightmare for all pastors. 】

[And at this time, when you go back to the moment when they were born, back to the moment when they were still cuddling each other in the arms of their mother, how can you be sure which one is the loyal and fierce hunting dog?Which one is the bloodthirsty jackal? 】

[It is never the sharp minions, nor the mouth full of sharp teeth, nor the so-called blood and nature that shape the wolf. 】

[It's the hunger in the stomach, the knowledge of killing, and the heart that has been honed to be extremely greedy, savage, and dirty. 】

[No power is born unclean, my brother. 】

[In your eyes, a deep secret word can kill a soldier, but can't a precise explosive bomb do it? 】

[A psychic can enslave a world, isn't it possible that a cunning tyrant can't? 】

[A storm with magic can disrupt a star area, can't a group of well-equipped bandits do it? 】

[Yes, Mortarion, my stubborn brother, we have killed countless witchcraft aliens and overlords, but what shaped them and made their rule so stable, is it really because of pure psionic power? 】

[No, Mortarion. 】

[It is chaos, it is ignorance, it is the most powerful weapon of killing controlled by a savage and greedy heart, and it is the countless people who rely on these tyrants to help others. 】

[It is this burning galaxy. 】

Chagatai's words ended in this short affirmation, and his voice turned into a residual lingering sound, echoing in the room for a long time.

Yesugai stood behind his genetic father, lowering his head so that people could not see his expression clearly.

Horus and Se James kept faces without sadness or joy. They may have learned something from it, or they may have already known it.

Typhus hid his face under his helmet, while Abaddon, farther away, just tilted his head, listening to what the Primarch had to say, before turning his head the other way.

On the opposite side of the Khan, Mortarion's pupils were hidden in the shadows, his breathing became steady, and the poisonous gas of Barbarus no longer troubled the surrounding guards.

He was silent for a few seconds.

"You can't convince me, Jaghatai."

[I know, I don't care. 】

【After all, that is the work of Horus. 】

Before Khan finished speaking, he saw that the Shepherd God had already stood up: he had been waiting for this moment, waiting for his brothers to return to the calm platform again.

[Okay, Mortarion, my toughest brother, I apologize to you for my offensive remarks just now. 】

Mortarion raised his head and looked at Horus: he had come, his warm hand on the Pale King's shoulder.

"Are you still determined to let the wizard in? Horus?"

[I will not make new mistakes again, my brother, but you must know that whether it is that wizard or that dark angel, what I care about is never them themselves, but the First Legion behind them. 】

[They were able to come in and sit with us because they represented the participation of the First Legion in this battle, not my favor for them. 】

He lowered his head, close to Mortarion's ear, as if the rising gas hadn't affected him at all.

He spoke, it was a soft whisper.

[Mortarion, my brother, my ideals have always been there, so I am very clear. 】

[What qualifications do they have to be compared with you? The one who can be mentioned with you is the entire First Legion. 】

Afterwards, the God of the Wolf Shepherd straightened his back again, looked at Abaddon in the distance, and gave his own order.

[Let them come in, let Zahariel come in, tell them, I have reserved a place for Zahariel, the representative of the First Legion, and Ms. Morgan can also listen to this strategic meeting-they will understand me Discursive. 】

Of course I will understand, Horus thought to himself, although the conversation with Morgan did not get more information, but at least it made him sure that the [Soul Drinker] was not a person who would care about every detail.

In this, he is a lot like her.

Sure enough, after the identity of the seated person changed, Mortarion's last bit of anger finally dissipated. He closed his eyes again, and there was an almost non-existent whisper flowing between his lips and teeth.

"Horus..."

"Hope it's not your lie."

(End of this chapter)