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Chapter 118 Horus's Great Defeat

Horus's perspective:

As the grand welcoming ceremony slowly began on the Spirit of Vengeance, I stood aside, watching Ferrus step into this hall of glory, with mixed feelings in my heart.

I had suggested this ceremony to my father, hoping to share the glory together, but at this moment, the Emperor's gaze was completely focused on Ferrus.

My father was dressed in gorgeous clothes, emitting an aura of majesty and kindness, a light that almost overshadowed all the glittering decorations on the Spirit of Vengeance.

When he spoke, his father spoke, his voice seemed to travel across the endless stars and reach the depths of his soul: "Ferus, you make me proud."

In an instant, I felt a sharp pain in the palm of my hand and subconsciously clenched my fist. However, the specially made palm armor could not withstand the huge force and made a shrill creaking sound, like a desperate wail.

The indestructible gauntlet, a symbol of supreme glory specially made for the Primarch, began to crack. The fragments pierced into my palm and blood slowly seeped out, but I didn't feel the pain at all. My mind and eyes were filled with only Ferrus's straight back, which seemed to be infinitely magnified in front of my eyes, forming an extremely dazzling barrier.

But to my ears, this sound is as distant as the noise of another galaxy.

I stared at my father's handsome face, which was so familiar to me on a normal day, but now it seemed as if there was a layer of mist covering it. The words that came out of his lips should have been mine, but now they were the exclusive privilege of Ferrus.

Everything around me seemed to be fading and distorting. The solid walls of the Vengeful Spirit seemed like thin paper, and it could be turned into rubble at any time in this huge vortex of emotions.

The figures of the heirs and servants who were busy shuttling around, preparing for the celebration, became hazy, and the cheers were completely snuffed out by the jealousy in my heart.

I tried to force a smile and congratulate Ferrus, but a voice in my heart was screaming, why wasn't I the one being praised so highly by my father at this moment?

Once this thought took root, it was like a vicious beast biting wildly at my chest, causing me to fall into the abyss of my own dark and gloomy state of mind, unable to extricate myself, during this ceremony that should have been a celebration.

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In this bustling and brightly lit celebration scene, Horus' figure seemed so lonely and desolate, just like a stray dog ​​expelled from its tribe, quietly hiding on the edge of the hustle and bustle.

Everyone was immersed in the joy and glory of reunion, with laughter and joy rising one after another, and no one noticed his dim existence.

The Emperor smiled, his eyes full of approval for Ferrus Manus, the returning son. His blessing was sincere and warm, like the gentle spring sunshine.

When it was Horus' turn to bless his brother, his lips twitched slightly uncontrollably, and the words came out from between his teeth with a difficulty that was hard to conceal.

Seeing this, the Emperor thought that the child was injured in the mouth during the previous battle with the aliens.

He secretly thought that after the ceremony was over and no one was around, he would carefully treat him and must not let the injury diminish the bravery of his beloved son in pearl-white armor.

At this moment, Ferrus seemed to be immersed in a beautiful and psychedelic dream. The emperor's words "Ferrus, you make me proud" were like a loud bell, echoing in his mind for a long time, shaking his soul and making his heart full of joy that almost overflowed.

Horus's somewhat stiff blessing was nothing more than an insignificant breeze to him, and it could not blow away the pride and excitement lingering in his heart.

He deeply regretted not bringing a recording device, otherwise he would have recorded the emperor's words and listened to them over and over again day and night. Even ten thousand times would not have been enough to quench his greed.

The warriors of the Silver Moon Wolf Legion lined up in neat rows, their postures as straight as pine trees, their eyes gazing at the field with reverence.

They were completely unaware of the abnormality of their Primarch Horus. In their minds, this grand event was initiated by Horus alone, and all the details of the process must have been carefully discussed in advance between him and the Emperor. They only felt that the Primarch who was now honored was still the wise commander who led them to charge into battle and was invincible.

As for the slave servants who were busy serving in the Silver Moon Wolf Legion, they had completely lost their minds under the Emperor's dazzling god-like light.

Their gazes were fixed on the Emperor, their souls seemed to be captured by the supreme majesty, their hearts and eyes filled with only the Emperor's every move, every frown and smile. Primarch Horus was as light as a feather to them, without the slightest weight, as if he had been completely swallowed by this dazzling light, leaving no trace.

"The banquet is finally over." Horus breathed a sigh of relief, and the words came out lightly from between his teeth. He had never felt such a relieved tone in his life.

Who could have expected that this welcoming ceremony, which he personally initiated and was supposed to be a display of glory, would become like an endless purgatory for him, with every minute and every second of torture being horribly long.

At this moment, the majestic figure of the Emperor had already left, leaving his first son with the brief task of teaching his brothers about the Empire.

"Yes, it's over." Ferrus echoed softly, his words full of reluctance and the ending tone was filled with a lingering sound of reluctance.

In contrast, the end of the banquet was like a sudden fall from a dreamy paradise into the mortal world for him. His heart was still immersed in the supreme glory brought by the emperor's praise, and he kept savoring every aftertaste, unwilling to wake up.

Horus raised his head slightly, swallowing back the complex emotions surging within him. He exerted the calm and dignified presence of a brother, and spoke slowly, "My brother, your legion will soon reach your home planet. When that time comes, do not slack off. Complete the mission entrusted to you by our father with all your might, and contribute your all to his great cause."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out with gritted teeth, but he cleverly concealed it under a calm appearance.

"I will." Ferrus held his head high and chest out, his voice as resolute as a bell, and his look of determination was unprecedented.

At this moment, he was filled with the thought of not disappointing the emperor's expectations and not letting his strong pride degenerate into disappointment and sighs.

In his eyes, the road ahead is clear. Only by charging forward in the direction indicated by the emperor can he keep this honor.

Horus looked at Ferrus's resolute expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. He wanted to turn around and leave quickly, for fear that if he stayed for another second, the jealousy that he had suppressed with great difficulty would burst out again and burn everything in front of him to ashes.

But he couldn't just walk away. The Emperor entrusted him with the important task of leading his brothers forward, a mission that could not be shirked.

He had to suppress his inner resistance and continue to face Ferrus, his brother who was ugly in appearance in his eyes. Especially Ferrus's inner belief of respecting the survival of the fittest and being almost barbaric, made Horus very unhappy.

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Chapter 119 I Touched the Emperor

"My brother Ferrus!" Horus tried to keep his tone calm, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's. "You really should change your ways of preying on the weak. Even if you still harbor such thoughts in your heart, don't show them. Mother hates such behavior the most. Don't put yourself in danger."

After all, the brotherhood derived from blood played some role in suppressing the raging jealousy. When his eyes swept across Ferrus's cold and hard metal arm, Horus couldn't help but warned him.

Upon hearing this, Ferrus straightened his stance abruptly, his metal arms reflecting a cold light. He looked at Horus with a steely gaze. "I have never respected or practiced the law of the jungle. Deep down, I believe that flesh is weak, but will endures. Don't misunderstand me."

He spoke each word with certainty and resolution, as if he wanted to hammer this idea into Horus's heart.

"Yeah, I understand." Horus nodded perfunctorily, a hint of impatience flashing across his face. He really didn't want to argue with Ferrus about this. It was just a routine brotherly duty to give him a few pointers.

In Horus's view, the planet Medusa ruled by Ferrus was in a mess, with numerous tribes. He neither tried to unify and integrate, nor had the intention to improve people's livelihood. Conflicts between tribes were numerous and intensified.

Even the home planet ruled by Russ would not be like this!

Look at Ferrus's indifferent attitude towards mortals and his many cold actions. Where is there any mercy in him?

Horus secretly complained that even he, the "Son of Return" who was favored by the Emperor and a Primarch of the Grand Astartes, had to pretend to be fond of mortals in front of his mother. Yet Ferrus was so reckless and had no idea how to restrain himself. He was really afraid that he would anger his superiors one day.

Forget it, forget it. Having said that, it’s up to him whether to listen to it or not. There is still a long time to go, so let’s just wait and see.

"Look at these water-purifying beasts. Their saliva is a source of extremely pure water, truly a miracle. They were created by our sister, the Eleventh Primarch Huile, in her childhood. As soon as they appeared, they caused a sensation throughout the empire and were widely sought after. Countless lives were saved because of them, and our sister was revered by mortals as the living embodiment of our father and mother's kindness and wisdom."

Horus stood in the logistics area of ​​the Spirit of Vengeance, and as he spoke, he introduced it to Ferrus beside him with a proud look on his face.

Although the creator of this water-purifying beast was named the Eleventh Primarch, in the eyes of the world, Huile was the manifestation of the Eleventh Primarch. The other two Primarchs concealed their own names, and naturally all the glory and credit were attributed to Huile.

Ferrus approached the cage, his eyes falling on the strange-looking alien being kept inside. He concentrated for a moment, then lightly touched the splashing drop of water with the tip of his tongue. He thought to himself that it was indeed pure water without any impurities.

"I never thought that our blood relatives would have such extraordinary wisdom." Ferrus exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

The corners of Horus' mouth curled up slightly, and his tone was full of intimacy: "You know what, brother? When Huile and I chatted many times, she was frank about how ugly this creature was. If it weren't so ridiculously useful, Huile would have disposed of it long ago, out of sight, out of mind."

There was a hint of showing off his familiarity with Hui Le in his words.

"Well, typical female thoughts, quite common."

Ferrus responded casually, his eyes still fixed on the water-purifying beast.

Being stared at like this by the two Primarchs, the beast cowered, just like a frightened cub.

"On those remote and barren planets, this beast is simply a godsend. It is fought over by the entire planet and revered as a sacred beast."

As soon as Horus finished speaking, Ferrus immediately nodded in understanding, knowing that this creature was priceless.

Ferrus stared at the strange water-purifying beast, his mind rapidly assessing its immense potential. He knew it would be of immeasurable help in future expeditions, resource allocation, and even in consolidating the foundation of his own legion. Without hesitation, he looked up at Horus and said earnestly, "Can you give me a few? I need them very much, my brother."

Horus seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. The moment his ears accurately caught the request, an indescribable pleasure surged in his heart.

Ferrus, whom he had always regarded as a strong rival, now asked him for something. The depression that had been suppressed by jealousy for a long time dissipated in an instant, and was replaced by a sense of comfort from looking down on others.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he almost blurted out: "Of course."

The tone was so brisk that even he himself felt unfamiliar, as if the bitterness and resentment from before had never existed. At this moment, the psychological superiority brought by agreeing to Ferrus's request overwhelmed all the complicated and entangled emotions, making him inexplicably happy.

But he really wasn't jealous of Ferrus receiving the Emperor's praise, really, really, really not.

He had touched the Emperor's solid and majestic chest. Would he be jealous of a mere Ferrus who received praise?

Impossible! Very impossible.

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Terra, the first ray of morning light gently brushed across the windowsill. Aurora woke up slowly, feeling refreshed all over, as if every pore was cheering.

After experiencing the raging flames of war and the exhaustion of physical and mental battles, there is nothing more wonderful in the world than waking up from this soft cloud-like bed. If there is such a thing, it must be sleeping on the same bed with my sisters and mother and going to sleep together.

She lazily opened her sleepy eyes, as if still hazy from a dream, and slowly raised her arms, stretching them to their fullest. Her slender, muscular body stretched to its limit, and her back emitted a series of crackling sounds like frying beans, abrupt yet exhilarating. The movement was so large that the buttons on her pajamas were instantly damaged, popping off with a few "bangs" and scattering everywhere.

Aurora looked down and shrugged helplessly, but she was not upset. After all, the power contained in her original body was terrifying. Her muscles were tight and bulging, and every inch of them contained explosive power that could destroy the world. How could ordinary silk withstand such a torment?

She thought to herself that she would have to prepare a few more sets of sturdy underwear in the future so that she wouldn't have to worry about stretching every morning, fearing that her clothes would burst or she would have nothing to wear.

After a simple wash, Aurora cheered herself up and strode towards the Second Legion camp.

The barbecue feast after a victorious battle is a tradition of the Second Legion. She has always attached great importance to it and never misses it. This time she will be there in person to immerse herself in the carnival of victory with the soldiers, and let the celebratory fireworks completely dispel the lingering haze on the battlefield.

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Chapter 120 Whoever drinks will die

Under the afterglow of the empire, a unique celebration is taking place.

There was no solemn memorial service, only jubilation filled with the smell of fireworks, to comfort the souls of those who sacrificed their lives for the Empire, whether they were ordinary flesh and blood or extraordinary saints Astartes.

Look at the celebration banquet of the Second Legion. It is called a banquet, but in fact it is a row of barbecue stalls set up in the open air. All kinds of people are walking around, and it is very lively.

Aurora, the leader of the Legion, swept her eyes over everyone. There was no distinction between high and low in her eyes. Whether they had the steel bones of an Astartes or the frail shoulders of a mortal, as long as they had shown bravery on the battlefield, offered loyalty, and earned glory, they would all win her sincere respect.

Don't underestimate this seemingly casual gathering, it carries a lot of heavy emotions.

Everyone sat around, wine foam splashing, the aroma of meat filled the air, and laughter rose one after another. The battle stories were chewed over between their lips and teeth, turning into a lingering remembrance of the deceased.

Aurora was in the midst of a lively celebration, but she had no thoughts about filling her stomach.

For her, this banquet hall was by no means a place for wanton gluttony, the primary reason being the adherence to the Primarch's dignity and demeanor.

She always paid great attention to her own image, knowing that the Primarch represented the supreme style of the Legion. How could she be like Leman Russ, who was known as a glutton throughout the galaxy because of his uncontrolled appetite and became the image of a glutton that others made fun of after dinner? That was definitely not what she expected.

Furthermore, Aurora knew very well that although the meat supply at the banquet seemed endless and was transported here in trucks, in fact, even if all the meat was added together, it was just a drop in the bucket for her special physique and appetite, and was far from enough to fill her hungry stomach.

Even the Astartes heirs under her command knew that the focus of this banquet was not to fill their stomachs. The little wish they had in their hearts was probably to have the honor of tasting the delicious barbecue she had grilled herself, and to smell a bit of warmth and glory in the aroma of the fireworks, rather than pursuing a full stomach.

In contrast, the mortal auxiliary troops could feast without any worries and enjoy this rare and sumptuous feast.

Why did the Primarch think so? Because - Leman Russ actually appeared here.

"Okay, my sister, stop staring at me like that." Leman Russ completely disregarded his manners and showed his rough nature in front of Aurora. He grabbed the huge steak with his hands as big as a palm fan and stuffed it into his mouth savagely. Perhaps his taste buds were instantly ignited, and the frequency of his chewing unconsciously increased a bit.

The only thing that could make this bold and uninhibited man like this was that the steak came from his own sisters. He chewed it and mumbled incoherently: "You know what, this thing you roasted is really delicious."

He swallowed it down in one gulp and continued, "I brought you some of Fenrir's specialty mead. What do you say?"

"I don't drink, and drinking is not my hobby." Aurora's hands did not stop moving, and she neatly placed the freshly roasted meat on Leman Russ's plate, her movements showing the Primarch's calmness and competence.

"But you have to drink at the celebration party. Wa Ling Emu Sanming Scar"

Leman Russ smacked his lips, still obsessed with wine. After all, the barbecue of his blood relatives always needed a little garnish.

The mead they brought was confiscated by Aurora and could not be drunk.

He pointed his thick fingers in the air towards the table filled with drinks, his eyes showing a stubbornness, as if he would feel uncomfortable without something to drink. He felt that this lively celebration banquet would lack some of the excitement without the watering of wine.

"It's all there." Aurora raised her chin helplessly, pointing to his hand. The dazzling array of wines was quietly placed within his reach. The glassware reflected blurred light and shadow under the light, and the rich aroma of wine drifted away, stirring everyone's heartstrings.

"Your heirs should be fine, right? The wines I brought are all the best in Fenris. It's not unfair to give them as gifts."

Leman Russ said this nonchalantly, casually throwing a piece of meat from the plate into his mouth and chewing it fiercely, his cheeks puffed out. Finally, he picked up the wine from the banquet and gulped it down in one gulp, smacking his lips with a look of disgust on his face: "Tsk, this wine is so bland."

"Your mead is incredibly potent. Anyone who touches it will fall down. It can even kill flowers by choking them to death. Even an Astarte would be poisoned if he drank it."

Aurora couldn't help shaking her head when she thought of the power of the wine, and until this moment she was determined not to share her brother's "thoughts" with her children and subordinates.

"If I really give this wine away today, the Imperial newspapers will definitely report it all tomorrow, saying that Aurora poisoned my offspring and subordinates. My children will be so sad and heartbroken by the rumors."

"This newspaper is so bold that it even dares to fabricate the story about the Primarch." Leman Russ frowned, his face full of confusion. He really couldn't understand why his sisters were so cautious in protecting their cub. In his opinion, it was a bit of an unnecessary fuss.

"After all, it's the newspaper run by Hui Le. With her personality, she's just looking forward to exposing me. I can't fulfill her wish."

Aurora almost let the cat out of the bag while explaining softly. She delicately placed the freshly roasted meat on her plate and, holding her chopsticks, chewed it slowly and elegantly. Her every move was in stark contrast to the rough and tumble behavior of Leman Russ beside her.

"That shouldn't be the case, right?" Leman Russ scratched his head, not noticing anything unusual in the sisters' words. However, there was obvious uncertainty in the Wolf King's words, and his confidence seemed a little lacking.

Whenever he thought of how Hui Le had openly fabricated stories about Quan's father in front of him, he felt horrified. Every word that moved her lips was like a nightmare, and it still cast a deep shadow on him.

Every time he saw Allfather and Malcador together, Huile's outrageous words began to echo in his mind like a devil's voice, as if they had left an indelible mark, making him feel uneasy.

Seeing Leman Russ so hesitant, Aurora, who had finished eating the barbecue, was too lazy to help him grill the meat anymore, so she just started to work on her own.

"Then you really don't know her well enough..." Aurora was speaking when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps. She knew it was her sister coming, so she shut up and stopped talking.

He just paused for a moment in roasting the meat, his eyes became more cautious, and he waited quietly for the person to appear.

"Were you talking about the eleventh Primarch just now? Can I be included?" The clear and pleasant voice drifted into the ears of the two Primarchs, like a string of lively notes.