Emperor's Bane

Chapter 177 The Blonde Beast ([-])

"Baizas has fallen, my dearest brethren, it has fallen at the feet of me and my sons, under the invincible power of the Emperor and the Empire, which has become our kingdom and Yet another proof of destiny."

"I knocked it down, knocked down all who dared to be the enemy of the emperor, with my strength, words and nobility, I led only my seven sons, and I conquered this world."

"I will not hide from you, my brothers, this is not an easy and easy task, on the contrary, it has the attributes of difficulty and danger, but despite this, I have completed it."

"I think now, no one should be able to doubt that my heirs and I can independently join this great crusade to fight for the Emperor and Terra?"

"What do you say, Heydrich?"

The blood in the crimson cup reflects the gentle light, and the silvery hair brighter than the light: and this color, more beautiful than the best Macragge silk, rightly belongs to the Phoenician phoenix, The only darling in the eyes of the proud Imperial Aquila.

It is almost impossible to describe the pride and beauty of the Lord of the Third Legion in the language of mortals, but fortunately, the current Phoenician Phoenix is ​​not that unattainable figure: he just returned from Shadowmoon Sheltered, guided and stepped out of the shadow of the Wolf Lord, there are only a few hundred veterans who are worthy of praise, and a large number of new blood from the holy Terra and Chemos.

But this does not prevent the emperor's heir known as Fulgrim from proudly raising his head, leading his army of the new generation Nirvana, walking alone to the void, to the unknown, to victory.

All were against this: Fulgrim well remembered that a full seven Primarchs had spoken out to him, questioning the power of the Emperor's Children, and among them, his golden-haired brother confided His words were the harshest and made him sad the most.

And now, after his victory, after he has achieved the most flamboyant and flamboyant achievements, the first thought of the Phoenician phoenix is ​​to correct his brother's words: this is not verbal revenge and humiliation , but a manifesto of competence and arrogance.

But with Fulgrim's victorious gaze upon him, his silent and false brother, the blond beast, simply raised his glass, blocking the proudest words with ease.

He sat among the Primarchs, but kept a little distance from everyone, only Horus and Ferus were closer: their relationship was not bad.

He is not tall, but handsome enough, even in this moment of relaxation, he still wraps himself in a black military uniform, which is dotted with silver eagles and golden oak leaves: it is designed by himself A ceremonial uniform, even in the haughty taste of the Phoenician phoenix, has to admit the excellence of that garment: it has a beauty of sharpness and brutality carefully crafted.

He held a glass of wine, but didn't really drink or taste, he listened to each brother's words, but didn't respond more: he sat there, participated in the meeting of the Primarchs, that's all.

He remained silent, as if this place was not the happy leisure between blood relatives, but another work place, a liaison field that he understood to connect various legions.

interesting thought.

Morgan thought so.

The Spider Queen was sitting on a side cabinet with her legs crossed, her gaze was always focused on the round table: the exquisitely carved creation occupied most of the room, and several Primarchs were surrounding it, Sitting scattered, their respective legion champions stood beside them.

She looked at the Primarchs: those she knew and those she didn't know. At this time, there was no more words to say. All eyes were on the only standing Phoenician Phoenix among them, and the third All the eyes and energy of the Legion Lord were fixed on the sitting blond beast.

That's a sign of a challenge.

"Mengele, my brother."

"My Heydrich Mengele."

"Why don't you answer the question I raised? Even if there is only one sentence of the simplest suggestion, or a summary, I will be very happy."

Fenghuang's soft words echoed in everyone's ears, it seemed that he didn't intend to let it go.

The blond beast, or Heydrich, or Mengele: He didn't answer immediately, but quietly and solemnly put the wine glass on the table in front of him, and slowly lifted it up. head, using the same golden pupils, to try against Phoenix.

Behind him, the champion of the No.11 Legion with somewhat high cheekbones stood silently. Whether his gaze was on the noblest ones or other Astartes warriors, There will be no slightest change, just like a necrotic instrument.

"Speak?"

"Fulgrim of Chemos, what would you like me to say?"

Heydrich raised his head, and he looked directly at his brother, with a kind of coldness that did not contempt flash in his pupils.

"Do you want me to boast about your actions? Or belittle it?"

"Sorry, I won't do either."

"Because I can't understand the purpose and reason of your behavior, Fulgrim, it seems to me that you have abandoned a paved road and waded a path full of weeds, and then Come show us off."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I cannot say a single word that will satisfy you about this behavior."

These sharp rational words were inevitably too cold, and the Wolf Shepherd beside him rubbed the corners of his brows helplessly. He wanted to say something, but Fulgrim had already laughed.

He wasn't angry.

"You're jealous of me, Heydrich."

"You are jealous of my astonishing imagination and creativity, of the sloppy brilliance I displayed at Byzas: I don't mean and don't want to belittle you, my brother, you have your own talent, you're in You are unmatched in certain areas of warfare, and I've heard those mortals even call you [Warmaster]."

"Maybe you are worthy of this title, but you still have your own weakness, weakness in fantasy and creativity, you will only reason out the best plan, indulge in clean and brutal victory after another, but never Imagine extra roads and romance."

"So, when you saw what I was doing in Byzas, you were jealous."

The words of the Phoenician Phoenix were extremely self-satisfied, but also extremely sincere, but when the most essential love and persuasion for blood relatives came to the blond beast, he leaned back and avoided they.

"I am not jealous of you, Fulgrim."

"What you did in Baizas: With only seven heirs, you are ready to conquer this world with impressive power, and even to speed up the progress, use your rhetoric to unite those resisters and annihilate them in one fell swoop, Use the so-called noble manners and strength to make those resisters bow to you."

"I even heard that you were in a dangerous situation during this operation. As long as any resister has the urge and determination to order to shoot, you and your seven fighters will have no trouble. Survival is possible: You obviously have a large army and fleet, but you still have to believe in your so-called strength and nobility."

"You think this is something to show off?"

"Is not it?"

Even the dullest person can see the pride and joy in the pupils of the Phoenician Phoenix.

"of course not."

"When you clearly possess overwhelming military power, entrust your life and the possibility of victory to your so-called words and power. As a commander, you wantonly fall into a trap. As a general, you ignore the army. "

"If it were me, I would have no less than a hundred ways to kill you, Phoenix."

"There are no ifs in the world, Heydrich, only reality: the reality is that I won, I won the glory of a world, and the courage and determination that rekindled in the hearts of my children."

"I used my actual actions to tell my children that I can, and I also have the strength and wisdom to lead them into the war of the galaxy alone."

"I filled their chests with pride once again, and the courage that pride brings."

"That's not pride."

A cold light shone in the pupils of the blond beast.

"That is the venom of deathseeking, which will destroy your Legion."

Fenghuang smiled, his smile seemed a little vain.

"You are jealous, Heydrich."

"You are jealous of me and my heirs, because I let them dare to look at the better sky and possibilities, instead of imprisoning them in their posts like you, and let everything work with your thoughts."

"You have a powerful army, Heinrich, anyone will envy their strength and achievements, but I will not, because I have a group of better children, they look up to me all the time to clear the clouds for them, In the sky exposed, they are making progress and self-reflection all the time, and outline a better future."

"And your legion is different. You control them, make them fanatical, let them achieve victory and miracles for you, but you are also stifling them, stifling their future and creativity."

"One day, my sons will fulfill my perfection in progress, and they will enter a greater stage, follow in my footsteps, and become the true children of the Emperor."

"And your heir, no."

"So, you're jealous of me because you've seen this future."

The Phoenician phoenix just smiled like this, talking about it, wantonly showing his complacent views and heart.

It made even Morgan want to laugh.

But then, she heard Heydrich's voice.

"Arranging every soldier in his proper position is the ability that every commander should be rich in. Phoenix, you are the commander of your legion, and you should be responsible for the thoughts of your legion: what soldiers need to know What is important is to order and execute, and their wisdom does not need to be used elsewhere, which will only cause unnecessary thinking and heretical behavior.”

"One Legion, One Leader, One Will, One Voice."

"All that is of the Legion to us, and all that is ours to the Emperor: only in this way can our great Gene-Father take his rightful place, at the summit of worlds and creatures, at the sole end of the Eternal Empire Thrones and rulers: that is the place that should belong to our genetic father."

"It's impossible for you not to understand, Phoenix from Phoenicia, that your complacency is delaying the return of our Gene-Father to his rightful place."

"When you are complacent about the so-called progress of your children, haven't you thought about it: they are different from you, and they will never catch up with you in their whole life. Such blind encouragement and so-called guidance will only make you They wallow in goals that don't belong to them, abandon their responsibilities, and think things that aren't their right to think."

"Ultimately, chaotic thinking and pursuit will make them lose their strength as warriors: you teach them to worship, to follow, but you are an impossible target for them to catch up to, and in the end, they will only worship other people, to follow. Worship and follow those within their reach."

"When those characters who should have achieved nothing are gradually arrogant in this arrogant atmosphere, when those incompetent wastes become the targets of countless people by relying on one or two advantages: this irrational The so-called worship of the system will destroy your legion."

"Even yourself."

"When this breath of nothingness finally comes back to you, maybe, one day, you'll even be jealous of your own child, the Phoenix from Phoenicia: it's not impossible."

Fulgrim was not angry: he continued with his own smile, a smile that grew cold and ironic.

"Your tirade really impressed me, Heydrich."

Fenghuang raised his wine glass and drank lightly.

"Maybe I should learn from you, learn your methods and abilities, make the legion a complete machine, and make every soldier a cog without thinking. Isn't that what you are doing, Heydrich?"

"I'm just unifying the thinking of my soldiers and legions, so that they will not be interfered with by those meaningless so-called freedoms, and then fulfill the soldier's responsibility: execute orders until death."

"They are your sons first, your children, and warriors second, Heydrich."

"It doesn't make a difference. Their job is to fight to the death. That's their only value. I'm just letting them see that it's in their best interest."

"United will, firm conviction, and necessary sacrifice: isn't it?"

Phoenix snorted lightly.

"When you slander me for bringing thoughts to my children, you are also bringing thoughts to your children. So, what is the difference between you and me, Heydrich?"

"The ideas you bring will only make your children depraved and incompetent, while mine will make them perform their due responsibilities."

"A ruthless war machine?"

"Aren't they born for that?"

Fenghuang drank the wine and didn't speak any more.

Hypocrisy guy.

Fulgrim thought so.

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enough.

Morgan clapped his hands, and everything stopped instantly.

She has wasted enough time here.

Colors quickly flicked across the dead pupils of the Spider Queen, and everything in front of her shattered like a mirror: those primarchs, those warriors, those indifferent arguments, and those handfuls in the long river of memories disappeared.

Morgan looked up and saw everything that was cold in front of her.

Halls, thrones, corpses...

Apple.

She sees apples.

She sees food.

She saw the innermost end of the simple and spacious throne room, the rotten corpse on the highest throne.

She glanced at it, then rolled her pupils and looked away.

That's not her food, that's not the apple that makes her salivate, it's in the...

Here.

Accompanied by the Spider Queen's thoughts, her greedy eyes moved to the vague figure on the stairs, the only light in the hall.

She knew what it was: she even wanted to laugh about it.

She straightened her face, walked forward, and walked to the blurred light and shadow.

That light and shadow, that blurred figure: he has the most brilliant blond hair, a perfect face, a black military uniform, and a silver-white eagle badge. He wanders aimlessly, as if the master is patrolling his own territory.

Morgan walked up to him.

smile.

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【first meet. 】

[Heydrich. 】

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"Heydrich!"

"What the hell did he do!"

Gritting his teeth, Abaddon squeezed out the primarch's name bit by bit.

Under his order, some of the Shadow Moon Wolves stayed behind in the Great Hall, while the rest followed Morgan's heirs and ventured into this weird place.

The proudest sons of Horus were now wading, wading through a most disgusting sea: ever since they had followed Hector's momentary premonition through that disgusting door, Abaddon had been I regret it.

He even began to miss the cold marble columns he had just seen.

Viscous, acidic, foul smelling...

No amount of disgusting words can describe what they saw: behind the hall that could accommodate countless people, there was a steel tomb completely polluted by nameless flesh and blood, as if they had stepped into the cave of a giant beast In their throats, in every corner they could see, there was only meat, only steel eagles slowly corroded by unknown mucus and juice.

Disgusting meat.

Those whitish viscous liquids have already occupied the ground and steps, and they even make Astartes' iron boots feel strenuous, and every inch of space that can be seen when you look up, there is only a chilling texture: Abaddon knew that texture, that's what flesh looks like when the skin is peeled off alive.

When Abaddon stomped heavily, he could even feel the slumped ground embracing his iron boots with a strange frequency: as if they were alive.

The Shadow Moon Wolf even had to slow down his breathing as much as possible: he didn't want to recall the smell wafting here, which reminded him of the warehouses of those cannibals he had killed.

For a moment, he even thought of a temporary retreat, but he quickly dismissed the thought: he had signaled his Gene-Father long before he entered, and left enough battle-brothers to guard the entrance , what they have to do is to explore first and try to find the missing Primarch as much as possible.

I hope Hector's hunch is useful.

He sighed, and then subconsciously followed the line of Shadow Moon Wolves on the phone: in this weird dark passage, he had to keep in touch with everyone every 30 seconds.

Fortunately, so far, there is no...

……

and many more……

Abaddon pricked up his ears.

What did he hear.

what is that?
Why didn't the Shadow Moon Wolf at the back of the palace report to him?
Abaddon froze for a moment, he called the subordinate who had not reported to him, and then looked in his direction.

The Luna Wolf was gone: he disappeared into the darkness.

……

……Do not!

He didn't disappear!

Abaddon continued to prick up his ears, listening most intently.

He heard something, a very faint but distant sound.

But he could hear clearly.

It was a sound of armor being torn, flesh and Achilles tendon being shredded, it was a sound he was familiar with, moaning weakly.

That is a kind of...

The sound of chewing.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Ready to fight!!!!"

　I'm not thinking very well today, I feel like my brain is groggy...

　　Well, let me think about the matter of Old Eleven. I have changed too much on his side. Anyway, no matter what I do, this underground dungeon will be finished in three days, and then there will be the plot of the Emperor and the Legion.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)