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Chapter 230: The Moon Wolf Will Never Betray Humanity
"In your eyes, am I, or we, very similar to these revived corpses?"

"Like an ugly, deformed bug?"

The cunning Loken fell into the muddy swamp, roaring and yelling at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun raised his eyelids slightly and looked at it in surprise.
I actually saw through the cunning mental cognitive distortion.
Is it because Loken was the first one to see through Erebus's conspiracy and realize the fall of Horus ten thousand years ago, which makes most people believe that Loken has the ability to see through the truth?
The resulting echoes in the subspace also have the property of seeing through the truth.
Should I tell it the truth?
Looking at its eyes, if Zhou Yun didn't tell it the truth, he would have to kill it here.

This was equivalent to falling out with those cunning people in advance, which might affect the subsequent development and prevent the Dark Angel from entering Horus' body.
"Yes." Zhou Yun replied briefly: "You are an alien, an alien called Genestealer."

Locke's eyes began to waver, and as Zhou Yun said this, the illusion in front of him seemed to become even thinner.

It obviously wanted to refute Zhou Yun, but it seemed to instinctively believe what Zhou Yun said.

"But you." Locke said softly.

Before Locke could finish his words, Zhou Yun tore off the body clay on his face in front of Locke, untied the helmet of the Phantom Thief DX suit, revealing his real head, and exposing his human face to Locke's eyes.

"Gavial Locke, everything about me is fake?" Locke's eyes were filled with pain and disbelief.
"You can't be called fake. You are the real Gaviel Loken's echo in the warp. You are an afterimage projected onto this cunning body."

Zhou Yun was silent for a while, and after arranging his words, he said to the cunning Locke:

"It is now the 40th millennium of mankind, but you are still in an illusion, mistakenly believing that you are living in the 30th millennium and are the former Luna Wolf."

Locke opened his mouth slightly, but for a moment he was speechless.

Zhou Yun didn't say anything more. The cunning guy in front of him was similar to the real Gavial Loken in terms of spirit and behavior patterns. He would not collapse.

He just quietly waited for the cunning Loken to accept it.
"It's Erebus," the cunning Loken said dryly, "I think I remember now, it's Erebus, right?"

"Temba's sword. Temba's sword killed the Warmaster. Erebus corrupted him."

The cunning Locke's voice was stuttering, as if he was searching for the truth in his fragmented memories.

Zhou Yun was not surprised by this. As an echo, Loken did have complete memories of the Horus Heresy period, but it was previously obscured by hallucinations and he could not remember it.

The cunning Locke struggled to stand up from the muddy swamp, turned around and walked forward.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Yun asked, standing behind Locke.

"I'm going to save the Warmaster," said the cunning Loken after a moment's silence.

"Without the Warmaster, it's just a chicken thief."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said:

"Gavier Loken, out of respect, I will call you Gavier Loken."

"It's over. There's no Warmaster anymore. There's no Horus anymore. He was just a chicken thief."

"It will die according to normal history, and then the false Erebus will resurrect it, and then the dark angel who caused all this will possess it."

"I will take the opportunity to kill the dark angel, and you can also be freed from the illusion."

".I may be able to help you." The cunning Loken turned his head slightly and said: "The feather is real. Sanguinius trusts you."

"Then I trust you too, and I will help you."

"Why?" Zhou Yun asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

".Maybe it's hatred, the dark angel you mentioned, who played tricks on us."

".Perhaps it is the desire to be free, the entanglement of these hallucinations makes me suffer."

".Maybe it's for the truth. We only have the truth." After a short silence, the cunning Locke said:

"But if what you say is true, I am an echo of Gavial Loken."

".Then there is only one reason left."

"I am the Luna Wolf, the last Luna Wolf."

"And the Luna Wolves would never betray humanity."

"Warmaster." A sticky and wet voice sounded from the cold corridor.

It was a monster, a rotten and decayed monster, its body like a corpse, stained with disease, pain and death.

It moved its rotten body and stood in front of Horus with a sharp blade in hand.

"Don't call me by that name." Horus replied calmly, slowly opening his claws: "You abominable alien."

"Alien?"

The stinking alien laughed deeply, and pounced on Horus. The blade in its hand created a sharp gust of wind.

But it is slower than Horus, and it grows much less rapidly than Horus.
Horus smiled contemptuously, and his claws were unstoppable. They collided with the blade in Tamba's hand, and the sound of metal clashing rang out.

"Don't you remember me, Warmaster?"

Tamba let out a piercing scream:

"I am Tamba, your comrade-in-arms and your loyal servant."

"While you were chasing glory, while you were galloping across the Milky Way, you left me in this corner to fend for myself!"

"No." Horus smiled contemptuously, and the sharp claws in his hands tore a bloody wound on Tamba's body: "You are not Tamba."

Its sharp claws dug into Tamba's chest, tearing apart the chitinous carapace and layers of fat, bringing out a stream of sticky blood.

Tamba let out a low wail, but it did not fall down. Instead, it turned its body and slashed the sword in its hand towards Horus' neck.

The collision of the sword and the claws was like two arrows intersecting in the void.

"I am Tamba! I have been enlightened! The Lord of Plague has blessed me!"

"I am immortal, Warmaster!"

"No Lord of Plagues has blessed you." Horus shook his head again: "You have never been Tamba, and you will never be immortal."

The two weapons collided again, and Tamba's sword pierced Horus' shoulder with unparalleled desire for destruction.

The strange sword blade pierced Horus' shoulder in an extremely weird posture.

However, Horus just sneered at this and tore off Tamba's arm holding the sword.

Tamba let out a howl, fell to the ground in pain, and his body twitched and twisted.

Horus slowly walked up to it, pointing his claws at its throat:

"I repeat, you were never Tamba."

"Just as I was never Horus."

(End of this chapter)