Emperor's Bane

Chapter 182 Plant a seed

"My lord."

"A fleet has just appeared in the Mandeville Point area."

"It's [Royal Illusion]."

When Horus led all the elite forces around him, following Abaddon's guidance, and at the fastest speed, came to the entrance of the underground kingdom that had swallowed his blood relatives, he received another message, a message from Message from his most trusted son, Sejanus, who stayed on the [Spirit of Vengeance]:

The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, his Gene-Father, has come.

At this moment, nothing could make the Shepherd God more sad than this news.

The Emperor was about to arrive, but at this moment, he made Morgan, the blood relative entrusted to him by the Emperor himself, disappear.

His father entrusted his unseen blood relatives to Horus. This is the most deep-rooted trust and dependence between father and son, and it is what Horus is most proud of.

If the God of Wolf Shepherd's incompetence turned his father's expectations into disappointment, then he would not be able to forgive himself.

For a moment, in Horus' beating heart, he couldn't tell whether he was more concerned about the safety of his heirs and blood relatives, or worried about betraying the Emperor's trust.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

When the huge fleet headed by the emperor's flagship was approaching this unnamed world little by little, in the deepest underground passage, the sound of countless chaotic footsteps that kept a certain rhythm was like a torrential rain Like hitting a snow-white silver plate, there was a shocking thunderous sound.

Horus brought everything he could gather in the shortest time: all the Gastarin Terminator, and the Luna Wolf army enough to flatten a world. Stop and run wildly in this somewhat too long tunnel.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the God of the Shepherd had rushed to the end of the tunnel, and the Primarch of the Shadow Moon Wolf stepped into the magnificent underground hall. The followers raised their heads involuntarily, subconsciously admiring everything in this crazy kingdom.

But Horus quickly came to his senses, and his king-like gaze quickly calmed his mind: when the Wolf Shepherd looked around again, he only felt a sense of urgency. A deep unease.

He didn't advance recklessly, but used a gesture to order the team behind him to prepare for battle, and then connected to the communication channel with Abaddon again.

Amidst the rough voices of his trusted heir, the concentrated Wolf God led his team through the overly large auditorium steadily and quickly: and the towering podium, and the podium Horus couldn't help frowning deeply under the blood stains.

Fortunately, the next moment, he saw his heir and his blood relatives standing at the end of his field of vision, safe and sound.

Until this moment, until he was sure that the faces he was familiar with were still there, God the Wolf Shepherd breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled: it was a genuine, relieved smile.

In the short life of Horus, maybe even the wolf god himself didn't realize that he had shown this kind of smile too many times. Overwhelmed smile.

The Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf pulled himself together, walked forward, and subconsciously let his gaze wander over each of his heirs, and soon discovered that some familiar figures had disappeared.

Looking at the blood on the son's heir, God Shepherd had a gloomy feeling in his heart.

But even so, he stepped forward with a smile, bestowing the first hug and most concerned greetings on his blood relative: Morgan.

"You did scare me, Morgan, what happened?"

The gentle words of the Wolf God lingered in everyone's ears, making Abaddon and the others who survived the catastrophe show the most reassuring expressions, but Horus's immediate question made the Shadow Moon Wolves His face became solemn again.

The eyes of the majestic Primarch sized up his offspring, he did not continue to ask questions immediately, but hugged his offspring one after another, and looked at the few gene-seeds left in the pharmacist's arms , lowered his head, and sincerely mourned.

Only the luckiest gene-seeds were preserved: those Luna Wolves who didn't make it to Morgan's arrival could only be abandoned in the wriggling flesh and blood.

But no one would mention this: when Horus' inquiry sounded for the second time after his concern, the wolf god was greeted with still unimaginable silence.

He frowned, then waved his hand lightly, motioning the heirs behind him to retreat to a certain distance, and then took a step forward, letting his confused eyes wander on his blood relatives and heirs.

"What the hell... happened?"

He asked softly, and then looked at his blood sister.

"What's going on in there, Morgan?"

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what happened?
Nothing.

But it is……

Our blood relatives, your No. 11 brothers, have driven their consciousness to a dead end through endless work and torture.

Then, with his innate wisdom and cruelty, he began to ravage a world that had never satisfied him: from his offspring, to every breathing life he saw... to his Own.

No one knew better than the Spider Queen, who devoured part of Heydrich's soul, what had happened to the blond beast during the time that finally drove him mad.

Morgan clearly saw what Heydrich had done: the blond beast took advantage of the convenience brought by the position of commander in chief, ransacked countless worlds, and then brought the heirs he could barely accept to fight against Ran Dan. After making an unspoken deal, the Emperor left the realm of men and plunged headlong into the darkest stars in the northernmost reaches of the galaxy.

The materials he swept away, the army he took away, the most terrifying and crazy plans he conceived and conspired for, will bloom in the darkness that those empires have not been able to touch, and it will be more disgusting than the frenzy of the Randan Empire With twisted blasphemous flowers.

And those monsters, those monsters that exist in the wriggling wall of flesh and blood, those monsters that are enough to pose a fatal threat to the Luna Wolf and even the Gastarin Terminator: they are just the most primitive creations of this golden-haired beast. The most failed and most innocuous product that is dismissed at all, and is not even bothered to be further modified.

For him, this is just a long-lost practice, allowing him to find the feeling of experimenting on the parent star, and collect experimental data again: In these years of fighting for the human empire, being in the position of the emperor With a rather obvious attitude, the blond beast once gave up this kind of blasphemy experiment on the origin of biological genes, but now, he picked it up again, retrieving and advancing the progress of the year.

And a thousand miles a day.

Those monsters, as well as the wriggling cage, were just the most harmless of his various and horrific experimental plans. Compared with the ditches in his heart, they could even be called pure and innocent.

This wriggling kingdom of flesh and blood is just his rudimentary fantasy, the space battleship of his dreams: a perfect fusion of metal and flesh and blood, let them work together to create a living void fortress, capable of continuous production and evolution It's just the most basic embodiment of an automated factory that recycles genetically modified fighters.

He still has more ambitions, he has more arrogant plans, and he has more firm beliefs and expectations, and he has witnessed in the fragments of time, the biological fleet called [Tyranid Zerg] , imitated, became the power of his great genetic father, and became the firm foundation of the eternal empire that belongs only to the emperor.

And the fusion of Astartes warriors and alien limbs finally created the monsters that Abaddon and the others encountered: it was just a random move by him, and these monsters that were doomed to failure were as early as the moment they were created. They had already been abandoned, and they wandered aimlessly in the kingdom of flesh and blood until the Shadow Moon Wolves broke in there.

Without exception, these abandoned monsters are the heirs of Heydrich. They were cut and stitched in a conscious state, and they witnessed the strange bodies being spliced ​​on them, making them the most Contemptuous monsters: Under such torture, how long these pathetic fighters can maintain their remaining sanity, and what kind of reactions and actions they can make have become the experimental data that Heydrich is most looking forward to: this is also He went to great lengths to keep them a reason to perceive.

He even had expectations: he expected that his heir would carry through all this and preserve his sanity until recently, but what disappointed him was that no one could carry it through.

Realizing what their genetic father had done, these warriors who had once served the blond beasts, without exception, plunged into absolute and rapid madness.

Undoubtedly, this made Heydrich even more disappointed.

Morgan could even clearly feel the depth of disappointment in Heydrich's heart, and the only reason for his disappointment.

They are not qualified.

Almost all Astartes fighters are not qualified.

That's what the blond beast thinks.

Heydrich, who inherited the Emperor's talents in biology and many other disciplines, and has excellent perception ability, can easily find information about Astartes warriors in his mind: including Their origins, production methods, and even all the research materials.

He is very clear about where the limit of the Astartes fighters is, and he is very clear about what steps these genetic modifiers can do.

Therefore, he has always used such extreme standards to demand his heirs and legions: Occasionally, the No.11 Legion can indeed meet the requirements of his genetic father, which in turn encourages Heydrich's point of view.

Those who can't do it are the ones who fail: Since these genetically modified fighters who only exist for war can't even fully mobilize the power in their own bodies, what is the difference between them and other consumables?

When Perturabo, the Lord of Steel, felt and wondered from the bottom of his heart why his heirs were not the best, at the other end of the galaxy, in the ruthless eyes of the golden-haired beast Heydrich, most of his The offspring are unqualified waste, and they are defective products that do not need to be cared about and cherished.

Therefore, he became more and more ruthless, and he was more and more eager for some new technologies to create truly qualified fighters.

Here, in this hall that finally drove him crazy, this kind of focus and persistence became the biggest motivation to support the Primarch.

Countless technologies that shouldn't appear have been excavated from the biotech-rich brain of the blond beast. In this fortress that has been fused with flesh and blood, he listed the steps called original casting surgery. Recalling some of the steps and means that the Emperor did not install on the Astartes warriors out of human nature, he even deduced everything that the most arrogant golden warriors needed: but the high cost was enough to make Gene The body is discouraged.

He even found a rather peculiar technology, and quickly put it into the experiment: Among the futures he can see, this technology is called: Super Raven Guard.

He even calculated the technology and means needed by the Primarch: not those inferior imitations, but real human demigods, but in some desperation, he finally gave up this path.

In this way, the experiment has been going on and on, with disturbing blood echoing in the increasingly crazy air, until he can no longer find enough experimental subjects, until he can no longer get enough consumption to satisfy him Product: Even if it is so crazy, he still clearly remembers to leave enough soldiers to resist Ran Dan's pressing step by step.

Until the unresolvable dilemma, until the madness that struck again, until a flash of inspiration amid wild laughter, he thought of a perfect solution.

He walked to the mirror and looked at the face that was getting older amidst boundless exhaustion and worry.

Heydrich smiled.

He is so stupid.

The best experimental body.

Isn't it right in front of you?

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When Morgan opened his eyes again, Horus had already stepped aside, questioning Abaddon who bowed his head in silence.

Obviously, the quietness of the Spider Queen was interpreted as a kind of fatigue, a kind of weakness that was not suitable for further questioning.

"Tell me, my boy."

"In the end what happened!"

The hands of the Wolf Shepherd covered Abaddon's broad shoulders, and he was almost at the same level as his son, his eyes had changed from the concern of the gene father to the majesty of the legion master.

"tell me!"

"..."

"..."

Abaddon lowered his head, biting the corner of his lips firmly, and made a move he had never done before: he maintained a rare resistance and stubbornness to the questions raised by his genetic father with silence.

Horus looked at his heir, and then at everyone: If at first, his question was just a kind of uneasy curiosity, now, this is a stubborn topic that must be solved.

After his third round of questions were answered by endless silence, the Wolf God finally lost his patience: he moved Abaddon gently but firmly, and was about to walk towards the eerie bloody door Go: Although every one of his children has clustered in front of and around him, begging him not to move forward with words.

But he was unmoved: until the only figure who could stop him also stood in his way without knowing it.

[Stop it, Horus. 】

【You shouldn’t know what’s going on inside. Your children’s silence is out of love for you. Knowing what’s going on there won’t do you any good. 】

The Shepherd God smiled: Laughed angrily.

"You mean, everyone is hiding something from me: love for me?"

[Although this is difficult to understand: but, it is true. 】

[Ignorance is bliss, my brother. 】

With Morgan's words, those surviving Luna Wolves once again gathered in front of their genetic father, blocking his way and the mysterious gate.

They lowered their heads and remained silent: it was the shame of having concealed and violated their genetic father.

But they still stood firm.

For a moment, Horus even suspected that this was Morgan's method, but when he looked at his blood relatives, he only saw the astonishing exhaustion and helplessness in those blue pupils: It is impossible for any inferior mind to survive in such an environment.

The Wolf God looked at his blood relatives, and his blood relatives were also looking at him: the two Primarchs had no communication at all, their eyes were their words and windows, reflecting what they wanted to know to each other.

Horus watched for a long time, watching very seriously: until he was convinced that what flickered in Morgan's pupils was only the pure sincerity between blood relatives.

After a long time, the God of Shepherd Wolf finally spoke slowly. He looked at his blood relatives and his heirs: he didn't want to use force to hurt any of them, he could only use a tone that was almost pleading .

"tell me."

"Tell me what happened."

"That's my brother, I have the right to know his situation!"

"Are you going to tell me to forget about Heydrich from now on!"

Morgan breathed, she stared at Horus flatly, her eyebrows lowered.

【Maybe……】

Before she finished speaking, the Spider Queen's pupils were inexplicably rounded.

Because, behind her.

It was already shining golden light.

And a big, broad hand that no one could resist also unconsciously pressed on Morgan's shoulder.

In that brilliance, there was a voice.

Like a god.

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【Yes. 】

[Horus, my child. 】

[My No.16 son. 】

[From today, from this moment, whether it is you, your legion, and every official, soldier, and resident in my country, everyone must forget all of this. 】

[Everyone must forget my No.11 son and No.11 legion. 】

[They failed. 】

[This is not a request or a suggestion, but an order, an order that requires the strictest means of execution. 】

[All written records and film and television materials about them must be destroyed, all war files and private records about them must cease to exist, and all people who have been associated with them, whether they are civilians or Astartes fighters , must undergo the most severe amnestic surgery. 】

【And as my heirs, you are no exception, Malcador will be responsible for all of this. 】

[This is an order: from now on. 】

[There is no No.11 original body. 】

[There is no No.11 Legion either. 】

[They never existed. 】

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Sweat, cold sweat.

Cold sweat that had never been seen dripped down Morgan's forehead.

A strong man, so strong that she couldn't resist, came behind her without her realizing it, and casually grabbed her lifeline.

And she didn't even have the most delayed feeling until he showed up on his own initiative.

Nothing scares Morgan more than this.

She was even scared, trembling.

It was... an unprecedented feeling.

The Spider Queen pursed her lips, her complexion looked pale in the light and shadows, while the figure behind her was talking at length, she moved her steps slowly, wanting to stay away from the golden light.

But she failed.

When her boots scratched the floor under her feet, the hand covering her shoulder seemed to sense something, and it even patted her casually, as if to comfort a frightened big cat, But he didn't want to leave at all.

It even paused briefly when it sensed Morgan's apparent uneasiness: a wave of genuine confusion.

Morgan didn't know for a moment whether he should be angry, grateful, or fearful.

But before she could answer, Horus' roar shocked everyone.

"Father!"

"why!"

"Why do this!"

Horus was standing, his whole body was trembling with excitement and confusion, even the huge wolf skin almost fell to the ground, his mouth grew very big at first, and then closed tightly again: That was him clenching his teeth, letting the veins stand out on his forehead.

Why would his father do this!
……

……Do not!

This is certainly not his father's idea!

The suspicion of the Emperor did not persist for even a second in the heart of the Wolf Shepherd. Horus almost instinctively resisted any dark thoughts about his genetic father: even if there was only the most inconspicuous trace, Horus would absolutely unbearable.

Therefore, it was taken for granted, but when his anger needed to be vented, his eyes shifted to the silent handprinter beside him.

"Is it this mortal! Father!"

"Is it Macado!"

"Did he induce you to do this!"

"This mortal! This greedy bureaucrat! This damn..."

【enough! 】

The Wolf-God's angry growl was still more than half choked, too excited to utter it: but the Emperor had not allowed his wrath to touch the innocent.

[This is my decision, Horus. 】

[My Horus. 】

[This is my order, my decision and will: no one can mislead me, and no one can replace me and give orders. 】

[My son, I hope you can accept this order: as an order, not a request, you don’t need to understand what happened in it, you just need to know that everything about the No. will disappear. 】

[Their statues will be destroyed, their memories will be erased, and they will fade away in the tide of the Great Crusade: just like all the sacrifices and pains we paid in this great war, they will no longer be mentioned . 】

[Horus, my child. 】

【remember. 】

[From today, you only have eighteen brothers...and sisters. 】

At the end of the conversation, Morgan could clearly feel that the golden light lingered on her body for a second: Although she never met the eyes of this powerful existence, she still felt that she was going blind.

Looking directly at that dazzling light, to Morgan, it was like purgatory.

But fortunately, Horus quickly recovered from that fatal blow. When the wolf god trembled on the spot, after that long and brief moment, he raised his head and turned towards Malcador, cast a spiteful glance.

The handprinter was just speechless.

Then Horus looked at his genetic father: he saw only confusion, trust and anxiety composed of infinite loyalty.

"I... I see, Father."

"I remembered your order."

"I will carry them out, just as I will carry out your every order."

"I will cooperate with the work of...the handprinter...."

In a place where no one could see, Malcador silently tilted his head, casting somewhat resentful gazes at his lord.

But the emperor was just speechless, he let go of the hand on Morgan's shoulder, and slowly walked in front of Horus in the spider queen's silence that didn't dare to breathe.

【Horus...my son...】

He whispered, and he faced Horus's expectant eyes, as if he wanted to continue to say something.

But he could only sigh.

Then he patted the wolf god on the shoulder.

[Go out and welcome your brothers with your heirs. I still have some things that I want to talk to your sisters alone. 】

The pupils of the God of the Wolf Shepherd dimmed, but he nodded meekly and went to carry out his father's order.

The confusion has always surrounded Horus, and it hasn't dissipated for a moment: Even so, the wolf god still has no worries about the emperor. He buried his resentment towards the hand-printer in his heart, and led his sons out of this forsaken place. He didn't want to take another look at the underground world.

He will forget about it.

This is the Emperor's order.

He thought, walked, all the way silent.

It wasn't until the light that symbolized the ground began to sting his eyeballs that Horus finally raised his head. At this time, the smile had returned to his face.

He smiled and looked at the people who were approaching here in the distance.

He greeted them, and quickly made out the brothers.

at first glance.

He saw it.

The icy countenance of the Lion of Caliban.

(End of this chapter)