Emperor's Bane

Chapter 186 Crouching dragon and phoenix chick!

Moonlight.

Gobi.

lion and wolf.

……

Undoubtedly, this is the most serious, loyal and rational combination.

Is not it?
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In the past days, the Wolf God and his brother from Caliban have met and talked: not many times, and not very friendly, but not bad,
For Horus, talking to Jonson was like letting the warm spring breeze gently tap the rocks, futile.

For the most part, his so-called conversations with the Primarch of the Dark Angels were merely conveying respective views of mutual incomprehension, distrust, and disinterest.

Until then, the King of Knights from the deepest woods of Caliban had been a gap in the wolf-god's proud network of brotherhood: Horus had been devoted to every Brothers built friendships, even if only on the surface, and his enterprise had been considered successful until he met Jonson.

Fulgrim, Sanguinius and Mortarion regard him as a close friend, while Leman Russ from Fenris respects him, and Dorne, who has never been easy to deal with, trusts him. As for the other Primarch brothers, Most of the emotions for the God of Wolf Shepherd are trust, respect and even reverence.

Even the Lord of Ultramar, who clearly wrote his ambitions on the blue throne, would not disobey him: Of course, Horus has always doubted that Thinking, when Guilliman huddled in the shadow of the five hundred worlds, and kept imagining his Alexander-like fantasy, would he keep laughing at the name of the wolf god in his heart, and laughing at Horus's words to the emperor? loyalty.

Ok……

Horus felt he could not ignore the possibility.

The Wolf God has always had doubts about the Lord of the Ultramarines, about his Legion, about his kingdom within a kingdom, about the rustling quill in Guilliman's hand...

One day, they will cause trouble.

Horus believed so firmly.

But even Guilliman suddenly looked a lot cuter than the icy-faced Caliban lion walking slowly in front of him.

After all, Guilliman is just annoying, and Jonson...

The Wolf God slowly shook his neck. He would not reveal this to even the closest heir: when he meets the master of the Dark Angels, he will instinctively feel nervous: even in the Great Crusade The strongest and most terrifying opponent he has ever encountered will not make the God of Wolf Shepherd feel nervous.

But Jonson, yes.

When he looked into the eyes of the ice-cold green pupils of the lion, Horus would even believe that if necessary, Jonson would not hesitate to kill any brother, even the wolf god: this The Caliban will not hesitate for a moment.

It was this kind of look, this kind of thought that made Horus feel nervous, even a trace of impossible fear: just thinking of the possibility of brothers killing each other was enough to make Horus tremble like a child, And the light reflected in Zhuang Sen's eyes, which was strong enough to kill his brother, made God Shepherd feel almost confused.

……

He hoped this was his illusion.

Horus sighed in his heart. He maintained the perfect smile on his face and softly encouraged the obviously depressed sons. Only after they puffed up their chests did the Wolf God slowly lead the team forward, with The dark angels approaching here at high speed will meet.

"Jonson! My brother, my Randan killer!"

Before the two Primarchs could come within hugging distance, the Wolf God opened his arms early, and in a tone of joy that anyone could hear, he spoke loudly to the knights of Caliban. The king said hello.

The God of Wolf Shepherd is full of enthusiasm and exudes the purest family affection: Although Horus always has his own thoughts and worries, he still holds the purest family affection and friendliness for every brother, just like his He would be a friend to every brother, as he had sworn to the Emperor.

Even Jonson.

The Wolf Shepherd knows that his Caliban brothers don't like him, but he can also swear to the emperor's throne. The relationship between Zhuang Sen and him is at most indifferent, between the Wolf Shepherd and the Caliban Lion. , although there is no friendship that can make wine and talk happy, but there is no harm or plunder that can make either party stand up.

Horus knew Jonson's indifference towards himself, and he knew that the Lion of Caliban was the same way with any brother: in fact, to be honest, the Wolf God could not imagine that Jonson showed kindness to a person. , trust and connivance.

Such a scene...

Probably like a gentle, suit and leather shoe, teetotal, and vegetarian Leman Russ...

The wolf god's brain imagined that scene: it brought more, more joyful smiles to his face, as he strode toward Jonson with his meteoric stride.

He smiled.

then.

He couldn't smile.

Seen from a distance, to advance far enough for an embrace, was but an instant for the Primarch: and the Wolf-God had been gaily spreading his arms all the while, longing for a Embrace.

But even when he walked up to the King of Knights of Caliban, only Jonson's indifferent face responded to him.

On Lion King's face, eyebrows were raised coldly.

For a moment, when the air in front of the two Primarchs fell into an icy freeze, both the Luna Wolf and the Dark Angel fell into a tense silence.

But fortunately, the Shepherd God did not let this silence continue. He still kept a smile on his face, moved his shoulders lightly, and let his arms slide down slowly: as if he just I felt the weakness of my arms, and I just wanted to move my shoulders a little.

And at the moment when his right hand slowly fell, Horus even stretched his fingers forward visibly: but in the face of this silent proposal of shaking hands, the only answer Jonson gave was that it was almost like a sculpture. In general silence and coldness, his hands rested on the hilt and waist of his sword, motionless.

Horus' color changed, but he still brought up the first topic with a smile.

"It makes me so happy to see you safe and sound, Jonson, my brother, my Randan killer, we haven't seen each other in a while, and I can't even imagine that you and your The Legion has created such a huge feat single-handedly."

The voice of the God of the Wolf Shepherd was loud, like thunder, and every soldier and mortal present could hear clearly: In this seemingly unintentional greeting, Horus subtly promoted Ran Dan for his brother. Great feats of war.

At this point, Horus really envied and even admired Zhuang Sen: Zhuang Sen did what the Wolf Shepherd dreamed of, and no insider could deny that the final victory of the Randan Empire was the first since the beginning of the Great Crusade. It is an unprecedented tall monument, and the achievements of Zhuang Sen and the Dark Angel in it cannot be denied and deserved.

Zhuang Sen is Ran Dan's destroyer.

Even the Emperor cannot deny this iron-clad fact.

Facing the enthusiasm of the God of the Shepherd, Zhuang Sen's response was as cold as iron.

"Don't waste your time here, my brother, the war with Ran Dan is over, only the tedious mopping up is left, except for the summary and reasoning of experience, it has no value to be brought up again."

"Also, this is not my victory alone, it belongs to others as well."

"You know that, right?"

Different from the sun-like voice of the Wolf God, the voice of the Caliban is low and hoarse, full of the smell that has just returned from the brink of blood and death, it is like a weapon hidden under armor and shield As sharp as a Hidden Blade, accompanied by Jonson's cold face and slow movements, he approached Horus' throat little by little.

"Horus, my brother."

In the deepest of voices, Jonson uttered words that only the two Primarchs could hear: This was his last and only courtesy.

"I'm busy, Horus."

"I'm very busy."

"I don't know what Ran Dan means to you, and I don't want to know. In my opinion, it's just a war, a war that can't be said to be won: don't mention it anymore, it's not worth showing off. Analysis, that's just the duty that any fighter should be able to fulfill."

"That is the task the emperor gave me, the expectation and order given to me, and all I have to do is to complete it, then rest, and wait for the next order."

"But now, someone obstructed this natural order. One of my brothers took away the most important brain of the Dark Angels, preventing my legion from being able to meet the next rest and replenishment in the best condition."

"Horus, my brother."

"I'm very busy, I don't have time to go through those red tapes, and I don't have time to get angry and argue with you, let us two open the skylight and talk straight."

The lion king seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be speaking firmly. His green pupils reflected the light, and also reflected the somewhat stiff face of the wolf god.

Johnson lowered his tone, and spoke the last words to Horus in a tone that was almost raving.

Or rather, order.

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"I don't want to quarrel with you, or engage in useless word games, I just want my things back, Horus, that is the mission and responsibility given to me by the Emperor, and I must safeguard them."

"Some things are destined to belong to the First Legion and true warriors, not your boastful natural possessiveness, Horus, I hope you can remember."

"Even the most prosperous moonlight can't reach the depths of the forest."

"Of course you can learn from our father and become a sun, Horus, but you have to know, you have to understand that some beings only like shadows and darkness, not the sun."

"so now."

"Where is she?"

"Give her back to me."

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Looking at the somewhat stiff smile of the God of the Shepherd, Zhuang Sen didn't engage in any more hypocrisy with his brother: his brain and heart were tired from this long war, and he was so tired that he didn't want to fight any more. To mind anything.

Meet the emperor, take back the de facto chief executive of the Dark Angels, and then take the legion back to the familiar Caliban, the familiar darkness, take a long rest and replenishment, and wait From the Emperor's next order.

That's all the Lord of the Dark Angels wants to do right now.

Victory, glory, triumph, the mind behind the mask, or those troublesome brotherhood...

Let them go, Jonson doesn't want to care about these things now, he just wants to go back to the jungle of Caliban, back to the Legion Monastery that used to be his fortress, and sit on that cold stone chair , Morgan on one side, Luther and Coswayne on the other side: they only need the four of them, and they can manage the entire Dark Angels Legion.

...Ah, yes.

He also had to prepare a room for Morgan in Caliban's castle: it needed to have exaggeratedly large bookshelves, utensils and barrels that could be used to brew wine, and her favorite soft hanging chair to rest on.

Morgan never said it, but Jonson knew exactly what she liked: as the King of Knights of Caliban said, he watched Morgan as Morgan watched him.

As for these things, leave it to Luther, he is always trustworthy.

When the name of his most trusted left hand appeared in his mind, Zhuang Sen's expression softened.

Then, he saw the renewed smile on Horus' face.

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The shepherd laughed.

Laugh out loud.

The laughter was so joyful that it even made the Shadow Moon Wolves secretly wonder whether the icy-looking Lord of Dark Angels had a cold face on the surface, but was actually joking with his father.

Horus smiled and was active. He opened his arms again, facing his brother's cold gaze that was enough to kill, and embraced him passionately.

"Jonson...Jonson..."

"my brother."

The words of the God of the Wolf Shepherd also became low, mixed with his laughter.

"I'd love to do that."

"I also swear that I will try to remember your advice and kind words."

"But one thing, you're going to be disappointed."

He smiled, and the smile turned into something sly in Jonson's view.

"You can't take her, bro."

"You're right, our blood relative Morgan, she doesn't belong to me, it's justified."

"But she doesn't belong to you either, Jonson."

"She belongs to the Emperor, to the Empire."

"Belongs to our family, not any one individual."

Horus whispered to his brother something that Jonson had forgotten.

"She is not of your regiment, brother."

"She's a Primarch."

"A Primarch."

"And now, behind me, our blood relatives are meeting our father."

"She will return soon, to our side, to her Astartes Legion. She will shoulder her own tasks and responsibilities, and embark on the road of the Great Crusade alone."

"You can't take her, bro."

Horus tapped Jonson on the shoulder.

"Nobody has that kind of power."

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For a moment, God Shepherd even had some regrets: Why didn't his father give him the ability to remember?
Because, Jonson's face at this time is very, very interesting: Horus can even swear that for a moment, at the moment when he told the identity of Morgan Primium, a kind of "Hankai" can be called "Honkai". The expression flashed across Zhuang Sen's face.

It was enough to make Horus laugh.

In fact, he was laughing.

"You won't forget, Jonson?"

"She is a primarch, not your second in command."

"..."

Zhuang Sen was silent, his silence was like the collapse of an iceberg.

However, the King of Knights of Caliban is naturally not a task that would allow any outsider to see his face moved. It only took him an instant to kill his bewilderment, and his face returned to ice-cold again: this is not even for anyone Observed by anyone but Horus.

"...Of course I do, Horus."

The Lion King raised his head, and his tone became arrogant and unquestionable.

"I knew it from the beginning, and I remembered it from the beginning: because this was a mission given to me by the Emperor, a mission that belonged only to me, he handed Morgan over to me and ordered me to lead her to learn everything about war and the empire."

"...to learn from you...?"

"Yes, learn from me, learn to fight and war, learn to build and rule, learn to manage and reason, learn how to get along with other people, make alliances and friendship."

"I taught her, taught her how to win, how to rule the Legion, and most importantly: how to have countless friends and friendships like me."

When Jonson said this, he was proud: so proud that there was no doubt about it.

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……

puff--

No no no, don't laugh, don't laugh.

You cannot laugh, Horus.

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Using the willpower enough to shake mountains and rifts, Horus ordered his face to maintain the most tense state: in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be facing a tough battle.

Where no one could see, the God of Shepherd clenched his fists tightly, pouring out all the strength that yearned for laughter.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"call--"

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, and put on some overtly cheerful face.

"I'm amazed, Jonson."

"I never knew you could do this."

Zhuang Sen nodded, looking serious.

And Horus continued his boasting, but soon, his subject changed.

"but……"

"You don't have to worry about these things."

"Because from now on, the Emperor ordered me to teach Morgan."

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The temperature plummeted.

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"..."

From silence to anger, it only takes the shortest sentence, an instant.

"What are you talking about, Horus?"

"I know you think a lot about Morgan..."

"That's not it!"

The lion king's roar was like thunder that tore through the sky, making everyone involuntarily clenched their weapons.

"That's the mission the Emperor gave me!"

"Horus!"

"Don't meddle in the tasks that belong to me, go and carry out yours!"

Even the angriest lion can't match even the slightest growl of Jonson now, his eyes wide open, and he mercilessly lets his anger growl because of being provoked: even if the target of the growl is the wolf god .

"But the Emperor has given me the task now, and now, it is the task given to me by my father, my brother Jonson."

Horus looked as usual, Jonson's anger didn't shake him even a bit, and he wouldn't back down at this moment.

Morgan, it doesn't matter.

But Morgan meant one important thing.

In the hearts of the two Primarchs, there was one thing that was far more important than Morgan.

That is the order of the Emperor.

That means trust, it means responsibility, it means the Lord of Humanity's fancy to them, and their commitment to the Lord of Humanity.

[Teaching Morgan]: This is an order from the Lord of Humanity. It was first given to Jonson, and now it is given to Horus, but the problem is that Jonson doesn't know it.

In the Lion's eyes, Horus had taken his mission without permission: it didn't matter what the mission was, but it was a provocation.

The most serious provocation.

"That is my task! It is the task the Emperor entrusted to me! Horus! Don't meddle in it!"

The Wolf Shepherd snorted softly: Maybe others will feel terrified and unbelievable because of the sudden anger of the Lord of the Dark Angels, but Horus will not. He has collected some information about this brother, and he knows that Zhuang Sen will be a man in normal times. what kind of character.

Moreover, he has nothing to fear.

"That was your job, but that was in the past, Jonson."

"During the time you were unconscious, the Emperor entrusted me with the task."

"..."

Zhuang Sen was silent, he maintained a heavy breathing, and carefully observed the magnanimous face of the Wolf God.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"I will not admit any of this until the Emperor himself speaks."

"You suspect me, Jonson?"

"It's just the most basic security measures."

The Lord of Dark Angels hummed softly, his face becoming gloomy again.

"Is she in there?"

"Yes, with our father."

Horus smiled, and Jonson watched his smile coldly.

"Do you know how powerful she is, Horus?"

"Hahaha……"

"Of course, my brother, she is a very good psyker, and her strength can almost stand shoulder to shoulder with mine."

"..."

It seems he doesn't know.

The lion sneered in his heart.

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When Morgan walked out of the shadows alone with the gift in her arms, she saw Horus and Jonson for the first time.

They have been waiting at the door for a while: the God of Shepherd did not hesitate at all, he strode forward and greeted Morgan, but Zhuang Sen looked hesitant and hesitant, he walked slowly, peacefully It's no different.

"How was your chat with father, Morgan?"

Horus's first words made Morgan fall silent. She smiled reluctantly at the Wolf God and responded softly. After a few small talk, they also walked in front of Jonson together.

Horus easily caught the conversation of his two blood relatives.

【woke up? 】

"..."

[Where is the Legion? 】

"Cos is managing, he's not managing well, he's not at his level."

【He needs to rest, his working hours are at the same level as yours. 】

"I'll think about it."

[Hmm... Can you bear it? 】

Morgan cast a silent gaze.

The Lion King met that gaze.

He didn't speak, just nodded.

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Horus stroked his chin.

Morgan hadn't lied to him: this poor relationship was hardly even a partner, and he saw no sentiment of friendship.

The Shepherd God smiled, walked to the two of them, and naturally blended into the conversation.

He opened his mouth.

"Is that a gift from your father, Morgan?"

The Spider Queen seemed to be taken aback for a moment...

【…】

[According to him, yes. 】

Morgan's words were a little dry: the shocking gift from the father of genes made her brain somewhat shut down, and even the instinctive observation of words and expressions was suppressed.

Horus smiled, recalling many things: gifts, gifts from the Emperor...

That legion, those 30 years, that promise that Sagittarius symbolizes.

Shepherd Wolf couldn't help but speak slowly.

"Treasure it, Morgan."

"That is father's love for you, it is the embodiment of your status and favor in his heart, and it is the most powerful promise of how much affection and family affection he will pour out for you."

"That means your appearance and impression in father's heart."

"That is his care and promise to you, and it is the most precious thing you will get."

The words of the God of Shepherd Wolf are low and gentle, enough to make anyone feel happy.

【…】

...except Morgan.

Her complexion... didn't seem to be very good, she just showed the most forced smile, which made Horus frowned a little uneasy.

Jonson glanced at his brother.

He wanted to laugh.

Could it be that in Horus' heart, a gift is pure doting and indulgence?

The Lion King even remembered the gifts the Emperor had given him: duty, war, the most important and difficult life and death in the galaxy.

He gave himself: that is trust, heavy trust, countless times thicker than the illusory so-called family affection.

Horus still didn't understand Morgan, and he didn't understand the Emperor either.

this poor guy.

In his heart, Zhuang Sen sighed.

Then, he stepped forward.

"You should really cherish it, Morgan."

"The gift your father gives you is his expectation of you, it is the concentrated expression of the power you can exert in his heart and the responsibility you can get, and it is in his plan, what you will get belongs to yourself best location."

"That is his positioning and expectation for you, and it is his telling and declaring of your future."

【…】

"..."

"..."

【…】

【……yes. 】

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of fingernails scratching the box.

(End of this chapter)