Emperor's Bane

Chapter 173 Hey!He believed it!
When the reassuring Sejanus and the comical Torgarden came to the top deck of the [Spirit of Vengeance] side by side, they happened to see how Abaddon took He Kurt dragged him to the arena.

Ezekyle's face was filled with an extremely happy smile. When he got the permission from his genetic father and another Primarch, he happily dragged away Morgan's son who was obsessed with his position. : The expression on his face is that of a happy wild dog dragging a dead deer carcass.

"Look at that body~"

The two Shadow Moon Wolves stood far away, so as to keep a safe distance from their shameful brother, but this did not stop Torgarden from admiring in a low voice.

"He's probably as tall as the Primarch. I think his arm can even crush a green-skinned warboss. If you look at his thigh, it's almost as thick as my waist."

"Throne, how does he look... It is said that he is just a recruit?"

"It's not a recruit, at least, he has fought the war with Ran Dan from beginning to end."

"That's not really a recruit. I remember his name is Hector?"

"Yes, Hector, from the Second Fleet of the Second Legion, the unit that can always do some hard work and show effects on the battlefield, you should treat our friendly forces a little bit, Tarek, I I remember he was already famous a few years ago."

Sejanus' words echoed softly in the empty corridor, and beside him was a dazzling array of artworks: Those marble statues were enshrined by mortal artists attached to the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion. Sculpture and praise the majestic appearance of Horus and his descendants in exchange for the qualification to continue to participate in this mythical great expedition.

Some Luna Wolves will be extremely addicted to these exquisite records. They will toss and turn for the most suitable posture to be recorded, and they will yell at the craftsman over and over again, but Sejanus never cares. These things: Even though he, like Abaddon, is a great warrior in the Luna Wolf Legion, whose achievements are second only to Horus.

"At that time, their most famous rookie was not Dilumu, the guy who could kill a fortress by himself, but I heard that his ability to cooperate in combat was terrible. No matter who he cooperated with, he could win in the end. A total disaster."

"Yes, Asimander and I have reflected on this, but I still want to tell you, my dear Tariq, that it is not a good thing to speak ill of people behind their backs, especially since that person's genetic mother is now far away. We're less than ten meters away."

Tarek-Torjaton let out a big mouthful of hot air, he didn't take Sejanus' condemnation at all.

"It's really interesting. The Primarch doesn't look that tall, but there will always be some monsters among her offspring, whether it's that Diarmuid or this Hector..."

"... Tell me, which of the two of them is stronger?"

"I don't care about the answer to this question, Tariq, strength and weakness can never be decided by empty words, and the outcome of a battle can be influenced by too many things... Well, but I think, he must Not as handsome as Diarmuid."

Hector's solemn and regular face came to Sejanus' mind. This Morgan's beloved son was actually not bad in appearance, but when Sejanus compared his appearance with that of Diarmuid after……

Shaking his head.

Completely incomparable.

"Tsk, that's true."

On the other side, Tariq recalled his past experience with the same words, and nodded seriously.

"Diarmuid's face, even if it's put on the Emperor's Children or the Blood Angels, can make people impressive, let alone that kid can beat me so well, although I think he can't beat me. "

Sejanus curled his lips. Instead of responding to the boring words, he turned his head to look at Abaddon and Hector: These two big guys are chattering now, and they are about to disappear at the end of the corridor Well, it looks like Ezekyle can't wait to take on the characters of the Second Legion in the arena once again: it's been a favorite activity of the son of Horus for decades.

He wasn't worried that Abaddon would lose either: the Terra veterans of the second regiment were indeed terrifying, but if Abaddon couldn't even beat a rookie with better talent, then his 70-plus years of warrior career would really feed Riemann. Ruth is gone.

Besides, even if you really can't beat it, isn't there still the invincible Terminator A?
"Looks like our little Ezekyle has finally found his beloved little bone again."

Torgarden's sneer lingered in Sejanus' ears.

"I remember that he liked this kind of fighting game before, and he even developed a wrestling association with the Second Legion?"

"Yes, but this association has now been disbanded. After all, the group of martial lunatics who are willing to accompany him to go crazy are not all from the Fifth Fleet. They have lost contact in the subspace storm for a long time."

"Ah, you said that, I remembered, those lunatics of the second regiment, it is said that they are more terrifying in battle than the previous ghouls and the current war dogs, if they can use chainsaw axes, they must not use chains Sawblade, if you can use a chainsword, you must not use a bolter..."

With that said, Torgarton couldn't help looking forward.

There, Horus, his genetic father, shared one of the top observation decks aboard the Vengeful Spirit with Morgan, the Primarch of the Second Legion, close together, leaning against a specially reinforced On the railing, there was a burst of laughter.

The God of the Shepherd had obviously reached a stage of high spirits. He was smiling and raised his hand, proudly showing the old gold ring on his hand, and enjoying the indifferent smile of his blood relatives. And the trace of envy and longing that is not easy to detect in the blue pupil.

"Our Lord Horus is showing off his Sagittarius again."

Torgarden laughed.

"Every time he meets a new Primarch, he has to do it once, but think about it, if I were him, I would definitely do it to every brother."

Sejanus also smiled, but he just snorted slightly. At this time, his eyes were shuttling over Morgan's body: Although he and Morgan had known each other for a long time, and had a real friendship, but with a Looking at her from a perspective that requires respect, but still able to see something different.

Compared to his genetic father, or even compared to other Primarchs in his memory, this Ms. Morgan inevitably looks a little too thin. Anyone's first reaction to her will stay in something like [Weakness] and [Gentleness] ] and other words: These words may not have anything in themselves, but they are not suitable for describing a Primarch.

It seems that the Lord of the Second Legion may be caught in some rumors about her strength in the future, but Sejanus has maintained a rare calmness: he remembers very clearly that during this time in his Compared with the father of gene, there is a monster named [Soul Drinker] hidden in the weak skin.

soul drinker.

These three words alone represent danger and strength at the legion level: when the Randan War was in full swing, Horus had a brief discussion with his Council of Four Kings about the strength of the Soul Drinker .

At that time, no one knew Morgan's identity as the Primarch, but even so, based on the information that was circulated at the time and their own deduction, the Shadow Moon Wolf still came to a terrible conclusion:

With the fighting power shown by the [Soul Drinker], if the Luna Wolf Army did not have Horus in the lead, and did not successfully execute the beheading at the first time, then the probability of their casualties would be... [Unacceptable] level.

Thinking about it now, if Morgan is the same psionic primarch as Magnus, then this inference is extremely accurate: under that seemingly weak and gentle beauty, it is enough to destroy legions, kingdoms and the world , the most terrible natural disaster.

Anyone who underestimates her, anyone who is deceived by her appearance and smile will pay an unimaginable price.

Thinking of this, Sejanus even glanced worriedly at his smiling gene father, but soon, he shook his head to dispel his confusion.

The God of Shepherd is not those mediocre people.

Sejanus thought so.

And at this moment, he heard Torgarden's sincere confusion.

"Thinking about it, it's really interesting, Sejanus."

"The Primarch of the Second Legion in front of us is not very similar to many soldiers of the Second Legion we know. Don't you see it?"

A few rays of light flashed across Sejanus' pupils.

"The Primarch and his descendants may not have more similarities. Tarek, the close relationship between Lord Horus and us is just an extra luck, so there are lucky people like Amansid .”

"Besides, do you think about Sanguinius?"

"Before the return of Sanguinius, who would have thought that the bloodthirsty and notorious ghoul army would have such a genetic father?"

"It is."

Torgarden nodded.

"To tell you the truth, when I first saw Barr, I was actually quite surprised. That kind of place can still be inhabited by people, and it can still have the civilization and wine passed down. Our Lord Sanguinius lived in such a sandstorm. Growing up in hell, I can actually become such a flawless existence, thinking about it now, it surprises me."

"Cthonia is not much better, have you forgotten? But our genetic father grew up there, and you and I grew up there too."

"It's true... According to this, a poor mountain can produce a good man?"

"It's okay with that."

Seiannus once again looked at the two Primarchs who were chatting happily: By the Emperor, except for Lord Sanguinius, his genetic father has never been able to talk to a blood relative he just met. to this point.

"I think that a person's growth does not depend entirely on the environment, but more on his own will and strength."

"In a place like purgatory, of course it is possible for a bad person to come out, or an unlucky guy whose brains have been burned by ambition."

"But in a place like a fairyland, the people who come out of it may not be good people, maybe they will be...more cunning villains?"

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[The Cthonia in your mouth is like purgatory, Horus, this makes me feel that my home planet is like a fairyland. 】

Horus and his gentle blood relative leaned forward against the railing, chatting casually about their respective affairs.

The Wolf God didn't immediately lead the topic to the affairs of the empire or the wars of the Great Crusade. He used a happy tone, starting from Morgan's heartfelt praise, and enthusiastically talked about his relationship with his legion. Glorious history: A large part of it is a detailed reminiscence of the 30 years he fought side by side with the Emperor.

One by one, he reviewed his past events and the past, from the time when he was retrieved by the Emperor in Cthonia, to how the Lord of Humans fought side by side with him in Riris, watching and helping each other, and then to those more famous campaign...

The God of the Shepherd used a long series of metaphors and examples to tell about his home planet, about the planet-level gang wars, and he did not forget to show off his best children: before they became a Shadow Moon Wolf , they are strong enough to be famous in the world.

However, Morgan found a very interesting situation: Although the Wolf Shepherd talked endlessly in his memories of his home planet, he never mentioned his experience and past on the home planet, just like Horu. His entire life began the moment the Emperor found him.

But Morgan didn't ask this question. When Horus was telling his various experiences and memories with enthusiasm, the Primarch of the Second Legion just made himself a quiet and simple audience.

She rarely even opened her mouth, but responded to Horus' words with the constantly flickering and changing colors in her pupils. The tighter the corners of her mouth were, the brighter her yearning for legends and stories in her eyes became.

Of course all this did not escape Horus' eyes, and the Wolf God obviously noticed it in his smile.

On the first day when he officially recognized his blood relatives, Horus came to such an important conclusion.

His sister may appear to be a somewhat reserved and introverted person from the outside, but her heart is also burning with a raging flame and a fire of passion.They are captured by the wolf-god's keen senses through her eyes, the windows to her soul.

This was not an easy matter, because until now his sister was still a little uncomfortable with looking at him. Thinking of this, Horus would laugh without any malice.

During his patient observation, he saw a faint light shining in Morgan's blue pupils, which was a kind of light refracted by the gradual melting of a thick layer of ice after being touched by the sun.

It is a desire and admiration for great achievements, a yearning and anxiety for legendary experiences, and for the unique, noble, and powerful Primarch who has accomplished all of this: Horus himself admits, And contains the desire to explore him further.

These glances, these emotions, Horus could not get used to: whenever he reunited with a brother and told these legends, such longing was always in their pupils.

Even a Primarch would be overwhelmed by the almost limitless futures and possibilities behind these stories.

And as each of Horus' blood relatives is inherently different, so too are their responses to these stories.

The God of Wolf Shepherd still remembers how he stood proudly before Horus when the Phoenician Phoenix heard about the most legendary and magnificent war victories, and swore with the most firm words that he would also Get the same glory and splendor.

Horus also remembered how Jaghatai Khan's beard wobbled when he heard these stories. Focus on those formidable opponents, and those wars that are rife with challenges.

But what impressed the Wolf Shepherd most was the archangel of Baal: Sanguinius just sat on his seat, caressing his wings boredly, and the archangel listened to these stories as if he was listening to him. Like the never-ending icy cold winds on her home planet, there was no slightest fluctuation for these infinite glory and victories.

Thinking about it now, this even made Horus feel a kind of frustration.

But for Morgan, her reaction was completely different from those of the three Primarchs: the Spider Queen's response to Horus' words may be the one that made the Wolf Shepherd the happiest.

When Horus' eyes followed his words, and seemingly inadvertently across Morgan's face, he would clearly find that his sister was interested in him.

Just like a young child, holding the picture scrolls of those legendary heroes, sitting on his bed, looking up at the eagle flying in the blue sky, dreaming of his future full of possibilities.

Beyond these legendary stories and the victory itself, Morgan seemed to put more light in her pupils on Horus, and the Wolf God was of course happy to see this.

With a smile, the Wolf Shepherd continued to tell his story. His words full of enthusiasm and sincerity turned every cold memory into a vivid scene. He told about him, his warriors, and those who The sons of Morgan, how did they join forces, how did they fight side by side, killing powerful tyrants and alien emperors one after another, and destroying one after another filthy fortresses that were stubbornly resisting in front of the invincible cavalry of the empire.

What's more, whenever he talked about the most urgent juncture or the most powerful enemy, he would even stop and make an action of thinking and remembering.

And at this time, Morgan's pupils will flash more colors.

In her blue, lake-like pupils, more longing and anxiety will flash, while her face will be a little tense instead, to maintain a false strength.

And when Horus saw these lights.He would give a more generous smile and go on with his story.

The Wolf Shepherd did not always hold the authority of this conversation in his own hands. When his story temporarily came to an end, he would calm down, look at his blood relatives with a humble look, and wait for Morgan to tell with her story.

At the very beginning, Morgan's narration was a bit short, and her words were not very beautiful, as if she had an instinctive resistance to such self-exposure, but the Wolf God asked herself to maintain a kind attitude, no matter what Morgan said Whatever, he will smile and give affirmation and support with the most sincere tone.

He was so patient, so gentle, so like a sun, emitting a steady stream of heat and light, until the last trace of coldness in Morgan gradually melted in front of his smile.

Her words became smoother, and she didn't hide her past any more.

They chatted like this, from the history of the Great Crusade to the past of the Legion, and then to some trivial things they learned in their spare time.

Finally, Horus saw what he longed for: Morgan's smile had hung on her delicate face and never faded away. She raised her head and had a long and confident gaze with Wolf God. A kind of eager courage flashed in his pupils.

Horus smiled, and his smile was sincere now.

He even thought a little arrogantly that all the smiles that Morgan showed during his years in the First Legion were probably not as bright and radiant as the ones in front of him.

Similarly, in these years, all the inner words that Morgan confides have not been as sincere and reassuring as they are now.

When Horus thought of this, he felt a kind of sincere pride. Accompanied by his pride, the fleet was driving in the waves of the subspace, and it was not too far away from their target galaxy.

And when the galaxy, which only has a number on the star map, slowly opened up with the Mandewell point, and appeared in front of everyone bit by bit, this conversation also ushered in its end.

Morgan raised her head. She seemed to want to take the initiative to start a topic, but she was a little hesitant. In the end, under the encouraging sight of the Wolf God, the Spider Queen spoke slowly.

【We will fight side by side, shall we? 】

"Of course, my sister."

"From this moment on, we will fight side by side, you and I, and your legion and my legion, we will become comrades-in-arms, we will create glory together, create precious memories full of friendship, no matter how long the past, we will Will look back on this time with pride."

[Also, I will learn many things by your side, won't I, Horus? 】

"Of course, I can assure you, my sister, that you will soon learn."

【Do not. 】

Morgan shook his head.

She smiled.

That was the smile of God Shepherd who involuntarily chose to believe her words: Why didn't he believe it?That smile is exactly what he carved out on this face bit by bit.

[You have taught me the first lesson, my brother, my Horus. 】

【You told me the value of friendship. 】

Horus was slightly taken aback.

"That's my pleasure, Morgan."

"But...is this your first friendship?"

[In Primarch, yes. 】

Horus raised his eyebrows, he carefully chose his tone in his heart.

"So, are you..."

[In the First Legion? 】

Morgan smiled, and there seemed to be some cunning in her pupils, which was a little willfulness that would only be revealed when facing someone she trusted.

[You want to ask, me and Zhuang Sen? 】

In the silence of Horus, Morgan just looked at the galaxy quietly, her tone echoed in coldness, loneliness and emotion.

[Jonson trusts me. 】

【I also trust him. 】

[On the battlefield, we used to fight side by side, entrusting each other's lives and backs. 】

【However, that is not friendship. 】

She turned her head and looked at Horus formally for the first time, her pupils flickered with emotions that could not be described in words.

[I know this is a bit difficult to understand, but the relationship between me and Zhuang Sen will definitely not be friendship. 】

【Do you believe my words, Horus? 】

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She looked at him, just watched.

Horus was silent, he didn't answer right away, he just quietly looked at the blood relative in front of him, at her delicate face and the waves in her eyes.

He thought of Jonson, and his Caliban brother.

Johnson, friendship.

He tried in vain to merge the two words, and then he looked at Morgan in front of him again.

He came to a conclusion.

This is not a problem, is it?
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She and Jonson don't have a friendship.

The God of Shepherd could see her sincerity.

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Horus smiled.

"Of course, Morgan."

"My sister."

"Of course I believe you."

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The Spider Queen looked at the face and eye sockets of the Wolf God, she laughed, turned her head, seemed a little shy, and buried her face in her trembling shoulders.

He believed it...

He really believed it!
(End of this chapter)