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However, at this moment, the golden color was completely different from the warmth he had imagined. It exuded an indescribable sense of coldness and alienation, as if every ray of light contained untouchable nobility and majesty.

The huge golden sculptures, the walls inlaid with gems, and the ground flowing with golden luster, everything seems so luxurious and distant, making people involuntarily feel an invisible pressure.

He slowly looked around, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. This was the place he had always dreamed of, the glorious palace he had imagined and realized countless times in his dreams.

But at this moment, when he was truly in this golden ocean, he felt lonely and cold.

The emperor closed his eyes, trying to regain the fantasy warmth and tranquility, but when he opened his eyes again, he was still surrounded by the cold and brilliant golden color.

Sometimes you have to understand that no matter how beautiful the dream is, reality always has its unreachable boundaries.

This huge golden ship may be a symbol of his achievement and status, but behind this glory lies unspeakable loneliness and solitude.

Those people left him, and before the empire's ideals were fulfilled, the building was empty.

The Emperor began to walk, each step a steady and powerful rhythm. The sound of his golden boots echoing against the solid deck of the ship's interior reverberated throughout the spacious and luxurious hall. He was filled with anticipation, for he was about to enter the room he considered his treasure. There, stored were countless treasures he had collected over the years, each one carrying his memories and emotions.

He walked through one corridor after another decorated with golden reliefs, and every step he took looked so solemn and majestic.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and reach his goal. The place he was going to was a gift he had carefully prepared for his first returning son, a gift that symbolized glory and fatherly love.

Finally, he arrived at the room where the treasures were stored. There were no extravagant decorations on the door of the room.

He gently pushed open the door, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose. It was the unique scent of an ancient treasure that made people involuntarily intoxicated by it.

In the room, all kinds of treasures are dazzling and shining, all of which are his past.

The Emperor's gaze quickly locked onto the pearly white armor, which lay quietly on an ornate display stand.

He slowly walked to the front of the exhibition stand and gently stroked the pearly white armor with his hands, feeling the delicate and smooth texture of its surface. He had prepared this set of armor long ago, and it was specially for Horus.

Moreover, this armor is very suitable for his first son. It not only provides powerful defense, but also highlights his nobility and extraordinaryness.

He embarked on the journey back with this precious gift. With the company of this gift, his first returning son will grow into a true hero and write his own legendary chapter.

To be honest, there has never been a gay man like Horus who loves his father in a way that defies fate, either in the novel or animation world, in the past or present.

Chapter 48: Horus is the moon?

[Horus, the First Son, is the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, the Luna Wolves.

As we all know, the moon, that silver sphere hanging alone in the vast starry sky, although it illuminates the earth with its soft light at night, is actually a nearly energy-depleted, silent planet. The reason it can shine in the darkness is entirely due to the scorching and dazzling light reflected from its surface from the sun.

The planet where Horus landed, Cosonia, is also a planet with many similarities to the moon.

It once had a glorious history, but now it is like a corner forgotten by time. All its resources have been ruthlessly plundered and exhausted, leaving only desolation and poverty...

"Comparing the Emperor to the dazzling sun, and comparing our brother, Horus, the first son of the Empire, to the moon that relies on the sun to emit bright and beautiful light, if that brother knew of this metaphor and felt unhappy, what do you think the result would be?" Hui Le slammed the newspaper on the table, pretending to be a little angry on his beautiful face.

"Then apologize to him personally when the time comes. If that doesn't work, find someone else to do it for you." Lario personally poured her a cup of tea to help her calm down.

And Horus in their conversation was...

Horus sat quietly in the hall, his eyes wandering around, as if trying to take in the entire luxurious and dazzling scene.

Golden light poured in from all directions, decorating the entire hall like a palace in a dream.

However, for Horus, this luxury did not bring much joy, but instead made him feel a little strange and alienated.

He had never seen such a bright golden place. Compared with the planet he landed on, it was like another world.

The guards in golden armor around them were watching them with vigilance, their eyes revealing a deep disgust, as if Horus and his companions were invaders, sinners who destroyed the peace and harmony.

Horus sensed this hostility, but he showed no anger or resentment.

Or perhaps he was comforting himself that these guards were the loyal guardians of the Emperor, they did not need to be responsible to anyone, and they always looked down on everyone except the Emperor.

Even though he is the emperor's offspring, the first son to return, he cannot change this fact.

Horus placed his hand gently on Abaddon's shoulder, and when Abaddon tried to rise up and resist, he pressed it down hard, signaling him to remain calm.

Horus understood that this situation was normal. After all, when he was the leader, his gang was also hostile to the opposite side.

He never imposed the faults or disdain of the Custodes on the Emperor.

In Horus' heart, the Emperor was always a perfect being. He felt the sense of security the Emperor gave him, the indescribable shelter and protection that made him willing to accept the Emperor's protection without reservation.

Every time he had a brief encounter with the Emperor, those few words filled Horus with awe and admiration.

In his eyes, the Emperor was like a perfect giant, unsurpassable and unshakable.

Perhaps Horus also had a bold idea. At one point, he imagined that if his parents were like other mortals, weak and cowardly, would he be able to surpass them and become a greater being.

But this thought only flashed through his mind and was soon drowned out by his admiration and awe for the Emperor.

He knew that the Emperor was his faith and his support. No matter how arrogant and rude the Imperial Guards were, or how they looked down on others, he would never harbor any resentment or doubt towards the Emperor.

Because in his heart, the Emperor is always perfect and irreplaceable. This faith and worship will accompany him through every day of his future, becoming the driving force and support for his continuous progress.

My child, I will build a large ranch to raise some ant cattle and special toads from Catachan. Perhaps I will need you to help me when the time comes. I will keep a place for you by my side. Of course, I will never tell you these words. The Emperor will leave the fleeting thought behind, leaving only a trace of strange emotions detected by the Son of the First Return.

But the emperor did not say these words.

When Horus saw the Emperor, he slowly walked up and leaned forward to meet his gaze.

As the Emperor slowly approached them, his steps steady and solemn, he held the pearly white armor in his hands, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. His eyes were full of love and expectation as he solemnly handed the armor to Horus.

Horus respectfully accepted the armor, his hands trembling slightly as he felt the weight and expectation of his father. He knew that this armor was more than just a piece of equipment, but also the Emperor's recognition and expectations of him, the First Returned Son.

"Father," Horus began, his voice filled with tenderness and concern, "Do you know what Mother and my sisters like? I want to prepare some gifts for them."

The Emperor shook his head gently and said, "My child, you should ask them yourself. After all, everyone has different preferences."

Seeing Horus nodded and probably would not ask this question again, the Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he himself didn't know.

"Father," Horus spoke again, his eyes filled with longing and curiosity, "there must be many stories between you, Mother, and my sisters. Can you tell me about them?"

The emperor's lips moved slightly, as if he was recalling those distant past events. What story was there between him and his daughter?

I can only talk about Xi.

"Your mother, Xi, was once a teacher at an orphanage." The Emperor's voice was deep and magnetic. "She always patiently coaxed the children to eat and sleep, tucking them into bed herself. At night, she would tell them heartwarming bedtime stories, letting them feel the warmth and love of home."

Horus listened quietly, a wave of sour rain rising in his heart. He felt a deep sense of jealousy, jealous of those children who had received Xi's love and care.

Beneath his giant body, he harbored a deep longing and yearning for maternal love. He knew that although he was a son of the Emperor and a Primarch, he was far inferior to ordinary children in terms of maternal love, and even inferior to the thugs under his command.

However, this jealousy did not last long.

Horus adjusted quickly, and to the Emperor's relief, he asked no more questions.

But then Horus kept staring at the Emperor, adoration filling his pupils, which made the Emperor feel a little uneasy.

He has always advocated rationality and spread the imperial truth.

Please give me a ticket, I want a ticket today!

Chapter 49 The original body we welcome is the green-skinned master

The Emperor's Dream, the giant interstellar ship carrying the supreme glory and power of the Lord of Humanity, slowly entered the low-Earth orbit, and its huge body outlined a magnificent picture in the starry sky.

With its arrival, the sky above the human home planet, Holy Terra, seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious light, foreshadowing that an unprecedented event was about to begin.

On the vast land of Terra, the crowd welcoming the Lord of Mankind had already gathered into a surging ocean.

They wore a variety of costumes, held colorful banners, and their eyes sparkled with endless worship and admiration for the Emperor. Their songs, cheers, and prayers blended together to form a passionate hymn that echoed between heaven and earth, as if to convey this reverence to every corner of the universe.

Amidst this enthusiasm and worship, the Emperor's brow was furrowed.

He looked at those who regarded him as a god, his eyes revealing a deep worry.

"It seems that the Imperial Truth needs to be spread and developed more deeply." He whispered to himself, his tone revealing a firmness. The people's irrationality must be because the Imperial Truth has not developed deeply enough.

"It is very foolish to worship others as gods, especially when worshipping gods and things that do not exist. This is for a false sense of security and comfort, and thus enslaves oneself."

Horus listened to the Emperor's teachings and nodded in approval, but the adoration in his eyes remained undiminished, but rather grew even more fervent due to this closeness.

The guards began to perform their duties.

They were dressed in heavy armor and held sharp weapons, standing in front of the crowd like a steel wall.

They directed the crowd in an orderly manner, clearing a path for the Emperor and Horus to their destination.

In this passage opened by the Imperial Guards, the Emperor and Horus walked side by side, their figures appearing particularly tall and majestic in the gaze of the people.

This was the first time Horus had experienced this.

He seemed to have become the focus of the whole world. People cheered for him and were excited for him. His name was shouted countless times and written on clothes countless times.

All this made him feel extremely excited and proud, and it was just with the help of the afterglow of the sun.

Horus's pace was half a body length slower than the Emperor's, walking side by side with him.

Suddenly, the emperor took his hand. The warmth and strength from his father made him feel extremely safe and firm.

He marched on with the Emperor, watched by the people, amid their cheers and celebrations.

As the Emperor and Horus were about to arrive at the Imperial Palace, the entire road was meticulously swept spotlessly clean. A vibrant red carpet was laid in the center of the road, like a sacred road to glory and power, warmly and solemnly welcoming their arrival.

The White King's attendants, adorned in magnificent attire and bearing a variety of musical instruments, lined the road in neat rows. Though their instruments varied, their mastery combined to create a harmonious and beautiful melody. This music, like the sounds of nature, drifted melodiously through the air, adding a touch of sacredness and solemnity to this grand welcoming ceremony.

"The Son of the First Return is so proud that even his mother's attendants play for Horus alone."

Aurora said sourly from the side, her tone full of jealousy of Horus's favor.

"Mother didn't come to greet me personally. She had more important things to do. This seemed more like compensation. Furthermore, the left and right chancellors of the empire didn't come either."

Beside her was her sister Huile, who was staring intently ahead, as if thinking about something.

Her words made Aurora feel better, and her eyes were no longer filled with jealousy.

"The Mechanicus has suffered heavy losses recently. A large number of precious instruments have been lost, and high-ranking officials have been assassinated one after another." Hui Le suddenly spoke, her gaze turning to Aurora and landing on the double-headed eagle in front of her.

The double-headed eagle looked very strange, as if it was forcibly pieced together from two eagles, and there was a shallow scratch in the middle of its body. Although Aurora cleverly painted it with gold paint, it was still difficult to completely cover it up.

"I'm not too sure about the assassination of those mechanic oil guys."

Aurora shrugged and changed the subject. "But this double-headed eagle is indeed a treasure I collected from the Mechanicus."

"Back then, they were two separate warp creatures. I pieced them together and painted them with gold paint inside and out. Look, doesn't it resemble the Empire's double-headed eagle?"

As she spoke, Aurora proudly dragged the golden double-headed eagle in front of her to Huile, showing off her "masterpiece".

These two Tzeentch Daemons didn't dare to resist at all. After being repaired by Aurora and filled with gold paint, they will be forced to offer blessings to the Emperor and Horus. I really hope that if the Emperor sees this, he will send us back to the Warp so that we can get rid of the trouble of becoming Carlos the Fateweaver.

Huile looked at the strange creature in front of him, and the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.

After all, sister Aurora always likes to do weird things.

These two subspace creatures were actually forcibly pieced together by Aurora into one living form, which was simply like the masterpiece of the green-skinned master.

Sometimes, Hui Le even suspected that Aurora was actually a greenskin in disguise. Such crazy imagination and creativity were simply unbelievable.

Let's leave this matter to the emperor or mother.

Huile just shook his head slightly, smiled and said to Aurora: "Your creativity is always so unique and admirable."

The two looked in other directions and there was a moment of silence.

"Aurora." Hui Le called softly with a hint of temptation in her tone.

"Yeah." Aurora responded softly.

"Actually, you don't need to be jealous of our brother."

Huile spoke slowly, her voice calm and peaceful, as if trying to soothe some emotion in Aurora's heart.

"Perhaps in his mother's eyes, Horus was once a child with nothing, landing on a barren planet, all alone. But that is in the past. Now, he is our blood relative, a treasure that his parents have lost and found again. His parents' compensation for him is also out of their love and care for him."

Upon hearing this, Aurora lowered her eyes slightly, as if thinking about something. This was unlike the cheerful Aurora just now.

After a moment, she raised her head, looked at Huile, and said softly:

"Well, to be honest with you, before Horus returned, my busy mother only paid attention to the two of us. But we have so many brothers, and sometimes I do worry that she won't be so warm and caring towards us anymore."

When Hui Le heard this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of resonance in his heart.

She understood Aurora's concerns. After all, they were all their mother's children and wanted their mother's love and attention.

And now, the return of Horus will undoubtedly distract some of his mother's attention.

"But, Huile." Aurora continued, her voice coming into Huile's ears.

“I don’t envy or resent Horus for this.

He is our brother, a member of our blood family.

Just as we welcome him back now, we share the warmth and happiness of our family with him."