Emperor's Bane

Chapter 172 Killing, and Anti-killing
When the Queen of Glory-class battleship [Indomitable Truth] was trembling under the anger of the original body, the other Queen of Glory-class battleship [Spirit of Vengeance] had already carried Paris and Helen in the star sea, sailing again. Into the galaxy named Turks.

In fact, calling this place [Galaxy] is too much of a stretch. After all, the existence named Turks has long since died, and has been completely swallowed by the torrent of subspace, whether it is the stars, the world, or the most tragic war. Any trace of it is the most fragile existence in front of the supreme sky that can wipe out any time and space.

When the fleet of the Shadow Moon Wolf drove through this galaxy that was an infinite purgatory a few days ago, all that appeared in front of them was the chaotic subspace vortex and a few scattered world wreckage. The last remnants of the gluttonous feast of the Warp shrouded in the deepest darkness unlit by the stars.

If each of them hadn't cut off the head of Randan warrior with their own hands just now, then every son of Horus would not believe that a war broke out here, and it was the most tragic war in the whole galaxy : It was enough to kill tens of thousands of Astartes warriors, and went on to kill a large number of Imperial elites including a thousand Custodians in the aftermath.

Tens of thousands of Astartes warriors, hundreds of warships, hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliaries, and several times that number of alien armies and fleets perished in successive strangling battles, while they Their bodies and their blood have now been swallowed clean by the waves of the warp: except for the memories in the brains of the living, there is no trace of them proving that they survived and fought.

Human beings have conquered their own home planet, and conquered the stars and the Milky Way: and it is another conquest, but in the face of the mighty power of the subspace, human beings seem to have returned to the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago. Fear and nightmares come from within the bloodlines of being helpless in the face of unstoppable natural disasters.

Thinking about it this way, the power in this subspace is more terrifying than most things in the real universe: but fortunately, they are just a group of existences similar to natural disasters without self-awareness, and they can completely Evasion and reasonable use.

So thought Horus as he glanced over the hollow that had once been the star of the Tarks.

For the subspace, the Wolf God has no more interest and relevant knowledge. Most of his understanding of those moody spaces comes from his brother Magnus: the emperor always disliked his sons Mentioning those weird places is like he doesn't like those fanatical beliefs that have taken root in his own country.

And in Magnus' mouth, the warp was never an overly dangerous place, or a place that required extra precautions: Horus trusted the wisdom of his brother, the king of Prospero was after all an expert in this field, and his judgment More authoritative than any book, monument, or treatise.

In addition, neither Horus nor the Shadow Moon Wolf had ever shown their talents in psychic power, so Horus took Magnus's attitude and knowledge of Magnus as his own. His knowledge and power in psionics: this is what the God of the Wolf Shepherd is good at.

Horus may not have been the best in many ways, but he had the ability and charisma to make the best of his brothers his companions, his strength.

Therefore, the God of the Wolf Shepherd is perfect, without any fatal flaws; the God of the Wolf Shepherd is the best, and there is no possibility of disappointing his genetic father; The position in the hearts of the emperor and everyone.

Horus did it, he succeeded in doing all this, and he enjoyed the family affection as the emperor's favorite son, and the glory and status of the leader of the Primarchs: the former especially made him cherish it and maintain it. This special status enough to satisfy him is what Horus wants to do now and in the future.

It's not easy.

He can't relax, can't be proud of his achievements, and can't turn a blind eye to any of his brothers: Horus will not allow himself to do this, he forces himself to work harder to maintain this dreamlike happiness:

The emperor's favor.

Brotherly love.

The admiration of all.

Legionary nobility.

He doesn't want to lose any of them.

Therefore, he will continue to work hard.

Right in front of your eyes.

The wolf god rolled his eyes and looked to the other side: his somewhat short sister was standing there, witnessing the completely dead Taxus galaxy.

He laughed.

"What are you thinking, Morgan?"

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[War, and sacrifice. 】

Morgan's cold words echoed in Horus' ears, and the Wolf God listened attentively and observed his blood relatives.

The Wolf God always trusts his first impressions with new acquaintances: he is proud of them.

Just like when he first met Sanguinius, he knew that the brother from Barr would be his best friend.

Their friendship will last until the end of time, or the end of one of them's lives.

In addition, Horus is not without contact with some strange brothers, but he maintains a valuable friendship with most of them: at least not hostile.

Even Jonson: Horus knew that the lion of Caliban was not unusually convinced of him, but he was also sure that Jonson didn't hate him, they were just a little cold to each other.

Nobody hates Horus: that's the one thing Horus is most proud of.

Morgan, too.

When Horus followed Morgan's line of sight and looked at the only wreckage left, he stretched out his hand and patted his blood sister on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Morgan, no one will forget all of this. Your efforts, as well as the efforts and sacrifices of every combatant, will be remembered on any pillar of merit."

[Including Vengeful Spirit? 】

"of course."

Horus responded without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

"Although the merits of Randan War belong to you and Jonson, to the First Legion, to Leman Russ, Vulcan and their descendants, but I will also remember it, and any sacrifice should be remembered, The blood of the loyal should never be shed in vain."

When the Wolf Shepherd uttered these sonorous and powerful words, his heart and will were hot: Morgan could feel that Horus had no selfishness at this time, and he was sighing with emotion from the bottom of his heart for everything in front of him. , said his promise.

As his eyes traveled among the few remaining wrecks, Morgan could even see a gleam of regret: it was the regret of missing a great war.

"I have fought by the emperor's side for 30 years, and I have led my legion against various powerful opponents, but I have never had such a legendary feat, and I have never seen so much blood flow."

"In a sense, I even envy Johnson, he is lucky."

Horus uttered these words, and it was at this time that the fleet of the Luna Wolf started another leap, away from this galaxy that may be in danger at any time.

With everything in the Tarks galaxy left behind, the Wolf God and his blood relatives continued their previous activities: they wandered casually in the corridors of the "Spirit of Vengeance", watching those inscribed in paintings and The numerous achievements on the statue, and taking these past victories and achievements as an opportunity, Horus told his blood relatives everything about the empire in detail.

Horus's footsteps were a little more forward, and his direction determined the way forward for the two Primarchs.

He introduced his legion, his Luna Wolf, and his greatest pride: he told about those great achievements one by one in the attitude of a father and a general. Accompanied by his words and steps, the two genetic Walking in the most glorious corridors, both sides are full of great victories of the Luna Wolf Legion fighting side by side with various friendly forces.

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Only two of the Legion's squires followed them: Abaddon and Hector stood side by side in their proper positions as guards and retinues of their respective Primarchs.

And from the moment the two Astartes warriors met, Abaddon's eyes flicked past Hector from time to time.

Look at this height, and look at this powerful arm. He has never seen such a character in the Second Legion before. He can even imagine what kind of strength such a body and talent will contain... Oh my god...

Let him think, where is the nearest arena from here... No... No no no... Abaddon, you are on a mission!
serious!You have to be serious!
Don't think about it...well...he remembered that if he turned left at the fork ahead, he would arrive at an arena...

...don't think about it!
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【You and Abaddon won this victory together? 】

"Ah, and Torgarden, though he wasn't on camera at the time."

"Of course, this victory is also due to your fighters. Have you seen those silver-white armored fighters? They are the assault echelons from the Second Legion. The strength and speed of these Terra veterans are impressive."

In the presence of his blood relatives, Horus explained these victories with a smile, and they passed by many paintings and photographs, all of which depicted the most exaggerated victories: Horus and his legions stood against the unimaginable enemy. On top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, they laughed loudly, and there were always those silver-white figures beside them.

When they turned a corner of the corridor, the records of those silver-white warriors fighting side by side with the Luna Wolf suddenly increased. Horus introduced him very enthusiastically, and he was very familiar with the joint victories against these.

"This is the Battle of Otava. One of my large companies and one of your large companies destroyed the entire Greenskin Empire in three days."

"This is the great cleansing that took place in the Fukris galaxy. Among your descendants, a warrior named Diarmuid stood out. He broke through a rebel fortress by himself. I personally awarded him the medal .”

"This is the siege that took place in the Maelstrom area of ​​Tinako. You and my legion, as well as the reinforcements from the Seventh Legion, fought side by side for more than ten months before pulling out all the alien fortresses: remember What a soldier Dilumu, he became a company commander after this battle."

"And this, is..."

Dozens of large and small victories, sieges, and strangulations were narrated by Horus. The bond and friendship between the two legions turned into a long poem in the mouth of the wolf god, as if everything happened yesterday , Horus sang these stories with great emotion, and even he himself was immersed in the glorious memory.

Until he heard a faint smile from Morgan.

【Your warriors seem to like to fight side by side with my heirs, Horus, is this because you were in charge of commanding and commanding them? 】

"I have commanded many legions. My sisters and my father have given me this trust and burden, and let me be in charge of all this temporarily before you return."

[But you seem to like to fight with my legion. In most of the records I have here, I have seen you and my legion winning together. 】

Horus laughed.

"Who doesn't love a strong warrior?"

【Are you talking about my heir? 】

"My Luna Wolf is also very powerful, my dear Morgan, but I will not deny the iron-clad fact that your legion has the best fighters, and countless Terran veterans gather there, only The Dark Angels are comparable in that regard."

"Many times, they have sealed the victory before the battle begins: it is a joy to fight alongside your sons, their blades are quick and deadly, and can turn the enemy's regiments into corpses in the first place. The really important battles are over long before the troops officially land."

Morgan laughed, the first time he laughed so clearly, with a kind of joy that he couldn't resist when his offspring was boasted.

Horus saw all this in his eyes, which of course was within his expectation: the footsteps of the wolf god guided the atmosphere of this conversation, and of course he would bring his sisters to these places that record the relationship between the No.16 Legion and In the corridor of the beautiful memories of the Second Legion, countless recorded victories and smiles are used to illustrate the long-standing friendship between the two legions.

【friendship. 】

Morgan gently uttered this short vocabulary, her tone was very careful, as if she was telling something very novel.

"Of course, friendship, my sister."

"It's like you and me, now, there is a friendship between you and me."

"We're friends, aren't we, just like your heir and my heir."

Watching his blood relatives melt away the cold vigilance and caution on their faces, for the Wolf God, it is a signal that is enough to make people feel happy and fulfilled.

Horus walked side by side with Morgan, always leaning halfway forward, allowing his footsteps to lead the conversation and stroll.

He continued to move forward, loudly discussing the various friendships between the two legions: the sharing of honor and disgrace in those battles, the entrustment and trust at the critical moment of life and death, and the deep memories of enjoying victory and glory together.

friendship.

He always mentioned this word, although he didn't emphasize it specially, but he always let it appear in his words.

He smashed the not-so-thick layer of ice in Morgan's heart, until they finished displaying another victory record, until Morgan opened his mouth for the first time.

[I also have my own friendship, Horus. 】

The God of Shepherd Wolf bent slightly, and with a gesture of respect, waited for the first topic of his blood relatives.

"With my Sam James? He's a good boy, and I'm proud of him."

[There is him, and Ahriman, you know, the son of Magnus, and a woman named Kelly Fanny, whom I know among mortals. 】

"Ah, Ahriman, I do have some impressions that he is suitable to be a friend."

Horus tried hard to recall the warrior of the Thousand Sons, but his gaze never took off from Morgan's face.

His wolf-like gaze managed to capture the difficulty on Morgan's face, she seemed to be struggling with a problem.

"You may ask me anything that worries you, my sister."

"We are friends, this is not a nihilistic conclusion. It is a real fact."

"You're my friend. I'm happy to help you with anything."

The God of Wolf Shepherd was very satisfied to see that the face of his blood relative seemed to soften a little.

[I also want to be friends with...my son, Horus. 】

Morgan glanced at Hector and Abaddon behind her, and lowered his voice.

[As I can see, you and your heirs hug each other on those victorious records, just like true friends. 】

Horus smiled.

"Of course, Morgan, don't worry about it. The Primarch's friendship with the Astartes warriors is strong, stable, and very possible. I am friends with many of my sons, and they have much to offer me. Good advice, not flattery."

Horus proudly boasted of his offspring with an instinctive pride without any impurities.

Morgan's words continued, and it pricked up its ears, listening to the sounds of cheers and fighting that belonged to the arena at the end of the corridor.

[In the Thousand Sons Legion, I have witnessed the relationship between Magnus and his soldiers. They surrounded him with an attitude of admiration, and regarded him as a source of endless wisdom. They always respect and love him very much, but I I feel that the relationship between them is a bit...too formal. 】

"What about the Dark Angel?"

Horus couldn't help asking this question that he was somewhat concerned about.

His question made Morgan very quiet for a while, and when Horus was worried about whether his question was too reckless and obvious, he heard Morgan's answer in a low voice.

[On the Indomitable Truth, there are also many works used to record victories. Johnson and his heirs will be on it, but they never... laugh. 】

【Won't hug and smile like you and your warriors. 】

"Does this sound strange to you?"

【A little. 】

Horus continued to laugh, and he took his own steps again, continuing this seemingly aimless wandering.

But when Morgan followed him closely, the footsteps of the Wolf Shepherd quietly changed in his seemingly idle words.

He naturally brought Morgan into the arena closest to them, where countless shadow moon wolves were fighting and competing with each other, and when they saw the figure of their genetic father, they There was heartfelt cheers.

It was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, containing endless cheers of worship and love.

Horus stood there, he just raised his hand, waved it lightly, and showed the same friendly smile and encouragement to the victors and losers of the competition, which made the cheers more and more solemn, more and more The more impressive it is.

【how did you do it? 】

He heard the words of his blood relatives echoing in his ears, which were mixed with astonishment and some envy.

This is exactly what Horus needs.

"Relax, Morgan."

He assured his blood relatives in a low voice.

"It's a very simple matter, and I'll tell you how to do it."

"I'd love to see you share the same bond with your kids, after all, you and I are friends, aren't you?"

finally.He waited until the sincere smile on the face of his blood relatives.

【certainly. 】

【We are friends. 】

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The two Primarchs did not stay here for long, they soon left the arena.And just as Horus was thinking about how to continue the next words, he found that Morgan was looking at him.

The Spider Queen pursed her lips lightly, as if hesitating.But in the end, she still spit out a word slowly.

The tone of the words was very low, but God Shepherd heard the sincerity, gratitude and sincerity in it.

[I want to say, I want to thank you for your selfless help, my brother. 】

Horus smiled.

"When you were in Druen, you were much more outgoing than you are now, my sister."

[I was originally a relatively outgoing person...maybe. 】

[However, the more reason is that in Jonson's First Legion, I have to be that firm and even somewhat ostentatious figure. 】

"So what about me?"

Horus looked at the delicate face of his blood relative: it was a sensitive and thoughtful face, but it was much better than the stiff, indifferent and hesitant face he had just seen.

This is his masterpiece.

A masterpiece he crafted with words, attitude and sincerity.

Horus was proud of it.

Then, he heard Morgan's words with laughter, which contained an emotion of relaxation because of happiness.

【On Vengeful Spirit, I felt another... aura. 】

【I think, I know why so many people like you, Horus. 】

【You are very much like our father. 】

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"Our father?"

Horus said this in a tone of real surprise.

[Yes, our father, although I haven't really met him, but I have an impression of him in my mind. 】

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[You are very similar to him, Horus. 】

【You and the emperor are very similar. 】

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Morgan didn't really look at Horus, she lowered her head, maintaining a seemingly reserved attitude.

But she could feel that these words made the Wolf Shepherd feel more sincerely happy than a whole volume of praise and praise.

Horus touched his breastplate lightly with the palm of his own, and his fingers lightly stroked the gold ring.

"Maybe it's because I've been by his side for a long time."

"Fate put me in the first place to meet our father and be by his side for 30 years, so I'm kind of like him."

【Do not. 】

He heard Morgan's soft answer, which seemed to have a kind of magic power, making Horus listen carefully.

【Eagle can soar because they are the children of the eagle, not because they see the sky before the beasts. 】

【You are very similar to the emperor, Horus, this is a natural thing, this is the arrangement of fate. 】

In the silent and long corridor of the Vengeful Spirit, Morgan slowly uttered the first sentence that was enough for Horus to remember.

【It’s not because you were the first to meet our father that you are so similar to him, it’s not because of pure luck, but because you are special, because you are the one among us who resembles the Emperor the most . 】

[Maybe, when our father created you, he exported extra love and trust. 】

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[Because of this, in that dark moment when he lost us, he was the loneliest and lonely. 】

【Fate, let you be the first to meet him. 】

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Morgan smiled.

She said these words, as if she was telling some common sense casually.

Then, she took her own steps.

This time, she goes first.

(End of this chapter)