"Of course there will be blood."
"After all, Horus may have countless shortcomings, but giving up easily is definitely not one of them: both he and the Luna Wolves are accustomed to seeing huge sacrifices as a necessary path to victory."
“They are always like this: Gastalin has been replaced one after another, and I don’t even want to remember the unfamiliar faces, because these people will soon disappear in the next beheading battle. "
The corners of Sanguinius' mouth were slightly raised, and there was a smile on his angelic face, but he whispered the chill of the heartless in his mouth, just like the indifference blooming in his pupils.
"To be honest, this kind of taken-for-granted sacrifice is a bit tiresome: Horus and his wolf cubs are lovable, but not all of the time."
"Isn't that right, my sister?"
As he spoke, under the cover of his overly wide wings, the archangel of Baal moved his dazzling blond hair, and his flawless face was immediately revealed, and he smiled towards his sister: a A smile that is perfect enough to serve as the law of the empire. Anyone who dares to reject this smile will definitely be a treasonous and evil person.
[I'm afraid I can't comment on this: you know, I haven't really stood side by side with the Luna Wolves, and I haven't even seen the famous Gastalin. 】
Morgan blinked and turned his gaze slightly, avoiding Sanguinius's sharp edge: after her first conversation with this archangel, she already knew about this perfect brother who was hot on the outside and cold on the inside. The bad taste in his heart.
Although Sanguinius doesn't mind [slandering] his dear Wolf Shepherd brother in front of a smart man like Morgan, if the Spider Queen dares to express the slightest approval: the person who greets her will be the Archangel of Baal. Fierce words came back.
First stretch, then lure, and finally defeat the opponent who rushes deeper: this Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion is really a master of elastic defense tactics.
"You can't say that. After all, isn't Abaddon on the far eastern border? He is the most outstanding one among the Gastalin, and Horus can never find his temporary successor."
After failing to succeed, Sanguinius did not feel depressed. He withdrew his sight and wings, and turned his attention back to the tense situation between Horus and Malcador.
[Abaddon is living well in my place, full of energy every day, and has gained a lot of weight recently. His original cavalry style is a bit too big for him: This is not very consistent with the gastalins you mentioned. . 】
"Honest people have their blessings, don't they?"
The Archangel snorted, and this action paused the conversation between the two Primarchs. For the next period of time, they just stood aside quietly, acting as the noble background of the courtyard war.
To say that this is a war is a bit inappropriate: Horus is just asking one-sided questions angrily, while Malcador sometimes responds with silence and sometimes refutes, but he can always make the Wolf Shepherd angry. More and more violent.
The Shepherd God stood on one side of the table. Although his left hand did not wear the infamous [Claw of Horus], he still had to hold the edge of the stone table tightly. The stubborn stone seemed to soften in his anger. As fragile as a cracker.
Few people dare to disobey the Wolf Shepherd God so much in front of him.
Especially as a mortal.
Horus even let out a smile in his anger.
"Bleeding? Do you think I will be afraid of bleeding, Palm Holder?"
"I have bled and sacrificed for decades among the stars for the Emperor's dream. I have shed enough blood to build myself a magnificent palace on the land of Terra: at this point, the Emperor is me. Biggest supporter.”
The Shepherd God stretched out a hand and pointed to the distance that no one could see.
"Look, Sealbearer: right in the center of the Royal Palace of Terra, right in the Square of Heroes, my bloodshed has earned me a statue of pure white marble, standing with each of my brothers who deserve to be remembered. Together."
"That is the emperor's recognition of us, that is the proof of our glory and achievements, that is the glory that a guy like you, who humbles himself in front of him, can never get."
"Whenever you walk through there and look at our statues, don't you feel ashamed of your pitiful frame, you old man?"
Horus sneered.
"I guess that makes your poor heart feel jealous, doesn't it?"
"You know, you will never get such a reward, because these statues will only be given to those warriors who stand by the Emperor's side and fight with him, not the slaves like you who grovel at his feet: this The supreme glory is not something you mortals can obtain, so it does not surprise me that there is a flame of jealousy burning in your heart."
"..."
"Glory?"
The palm bearer smiled softly.
Although he had been trying hard to maintain his serious aura, when Horus's words flowed into his ears, there was still a sarcastic smile on the old face.
The words of the Wolf Shepherd God are indeed sharp, and some of the words in them are like sharp knives piercing the heart of the palmer, and no one can detect it, but the emperor's heir obviously cannot grasp the sharp knife of words. Therefore, when Malcador slowly stood up and looked at Horus, he had already taken the knife in his hand.
"Horus."
The palmer spread his hands.
"Now, in this galaxy, when you are calculating your so-called honors and conquests in front of me, there are countless mortals and warriors fighting on the far front line. They are unknown, inconspicuous, and no one else. Their names and sacrifices can be remembered: but it is their blood and sweat that allow the flag of the Empire to be planted in every corner of the galaxy."
"They are the real victims. They paid something more precious than you: their own lives. Compared with you, what they got was so rare. Their names would not be in a million worlds. It is said that he will not stand beside the emperor in any ceremony, let alone have his own marble statue in the palace."
"Compared to them, what qualifications and rights do you have to brag about your dedication and sacrifice?
"Without those mortals, you and your legion would not be able to reunite the entire galaxy even if it takes ten thousand years. Compared with the efforts and sacrifices of those mortals, you are like a child spoiled by the emperor. A bunch of meaningless marbles and dyes seem to be more important than countless living lives."
"If your glory is only worth a few hundred tons of white marble and a little bragging, then I really feel sorry for your legion: the blood shed by the Luna Wolves before they reunited with you is far more valuable than There’s much more to these things!”
"..."
The Wolf Shepherd God did not reply immediately. He stared at the bearer of the Marker, and his trembling fingers showed his depression: from the beginning to the end, Horus was desperately trying to suppress the urge to cut the bearer into pieces, and just stood upright. He stood up and looked down at the old man from a high position.
In this extreme rage, the Shepherd God calmed down. His experience of countless bloody battles prevented him from being dazzled. His pupils became shrewd and cold, and the flashing light was more dangerous than millions of blades. Terrifying light.
"Blathe as you wish, old man."
Horus chuckled.
"Sealbearer, you and I both know that those mortals and warriors you brag about, before my Gene-Father came along, were just a bunch of cowards who killed each other and cried bitterly in the age of strife: without the Emperor's Without our leadership, they would not even be qualified to shed blood and sacrifice on the front lines of the Great Crusade."
"Do you think they have nothing under the double-headed eagle? No, they can get rid of the mediocre life, they can participate in the greatest cause, they can accept the leadership of the Emperor and us, this in itself is a kind of What a great reward!”
"..."
The palmer's breathing stopped. He narrowed his eyes, put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Horus with a serious expression. The next words seemed quite heavy.
"Tell me, Horus: Do you think it is a gift to rule those mortals?"
The Wolf Shepherd grinned.
"Oh, Palm Holder, do you know: Everyone I meet tells me about your antiquity and rich experience. You were born in the chaos of the Age of Strife, so you must be better than me. It is clearer that in this originally crazy and corrupt galaxy, establishing an order, even if it is the order of a tyrant, is a great achievement worthy of their gratitude."
"Besides, if you don't commit these stupidities, I will definitely not be a tyrant, right?"
Horus stepped forward and strode beside the table. His fingers embedded in the iron fist scratched the stone table, making a sound like metal friction.
"We conquer, we rule, we establish order, drag them out of their ignorant fratricide, cover the madness in their minds with the banner of empire: that is a great reward in itself, and obedience is just The necessary price they need to pay.”
"They are indeed sacrificing."
"But without us, they can't even make meaningful sacrifices."
"You always say that times make heroes: but it is the Emperor and us who bring about times."
"Dear uncle."
With that said, Horus strolled over to the Seal Holder, and he leaned down so that his whispers and eyes could be captured by the Seal Holder's pupils at the same time.
"This is what our genetic fathers are, what it means to shape us."
"..."
[Has he always thought so? 】
Horus's whispers echoed clearly in the courtyard. Fortunately, except for the two primarchs who had their own thoughts, there were no other outsiders nearby.
Morgan looked at Sanguinius and frowned slightly: Although Horus was able to say these words, it was not unexpected to her, but when Morgan really heard these arrogant remarks, the Wolf Shepherd said them word by word. When she suddenly said it, she still felt incredible.
After all, as a Primarch who had had an in-depth conversation with the Lord of Mankind, Morgan knew very well that the words just spoken from Horus' mouth were contrary to the dream in the Emperor's heart: it was too ridiculous.
You must know that no matter what ambitions and arrogant nature Horus has, before all this, he was the most beloved child who had fought side by side with the Emperor for thirty years, and he also loved the Emperor most. that one.
During those thirty long years, the father and son must have had countless deep conversations and thoughts about the future: even if the Emperor only revealed a little bit about his plans for the future of the Empire, based on Horus's plans for the future, The blind worshiper of the Emperor would never be so arrogant as to say these words.
And if the Emperor had never spoken to Horus about his ideals...
Doesn’t that sound even more ridiculous?
You know, since Morgan officially returned, she has only talked to the Lord of Humanity five or six times, but in this way, she has been able to roughly understand or deduce many of the Emperor's plans for the future.
Moreover, Morgan's relationship with the Emperor was definitely not close.
But Horus, he was the Emperor's favorite son. No one in the Empire could refute this. Under this premise, he accompanied the Emperor for thirty years. Thirty years: other Primarchs If all the time is added up, it cannot be this long.
After being with him for so long, could Horus not know what the Emperor wanted?
In other words, at the very beginning of Wolf Shepherd's life, when his ideals, bottom line, outlook on life and world view had not yet been formed, the Emperor abandoned this best time and did not allow Horus to become a like-minded person with him. Heir: Instead of letting time pass in vain?
【……】
This is too ridiculous.
Morgan frowned. She questioned whether the scene in front of her was real, or was all of this actually a manifestation of Horus's exquisite acting skills?
…
She believes the latter more.
But then, the words from Sanguinius shattered Morgan's doubts.
"Horus is not usually like this."
The archangel just tilted his head slightly and watched the war in the center of the courtyard calmly. He seemed to have no feelings about Horus' words, and he was not more angry about Malcador's accusation. He was just like a myth. The real angels in the story, carrying indifference and alienation from the sky, look down on the struggle for power in this world.
"Normally Horus is a warm sun, but you know, the sun also has heat, and he will not be kind to those who are provocative and disobedient: but, then again, compared to the rest of us For my brothers, Horus is still a gentle man at this time."
"You know, Morgan, he is already restraining himself: not everyone can suppress their innate great power in extreme anger, especially when it involves one of our brothers, offending another genetic origin. What difference does it make if it offends our own bodies?”
Sanguinius blinked at his blood relative, then noticed that Morgan was briefly lost in thought.
After thinking for a moment, the Lord of Avalon softly called out to the psychic aura around him, and with a fleeting flash of light, a delicate fruit plate suddenly appeared in Morgan's palm. On it lay a few fresh fruits stained with dew.
The archangel's eyes lit up.
[Then what do you think of Makado’s words? 】
Seeing Sanguinius happily picking out the largest fruit from the fruit plate, Morgan smiled and took the opportunity to ask his brother.
"not so good."
The archangel took a bite of the fruit.
"I don't care what he said."
[Including attitudes towards mortals? 】
"Morgan, my sister, I would not maliciously harm innocent mortals, nor would I allow any of my heirs to do so: but that is all. I am under no obligation, nor in the mood, to do anything more. .”
One of the archangel's cheeks bulged out from chewing on the fruit.
"What does that have to do with us?"
As he spoke, Sanguinius continued to chew the fruit, but soon his expression became a little subtle.
"Hmm...it smells a little strange. Is this a specialty of Avalon?"
[No, this is what is inside the Terra Palace, but it has just experienced some twists and turns. 】
"……twists and turns?"
[Yes, the one you ate was the sacred Terra in the Emperor’s hand not long ago. 】
"...?"
The archangel raised his brows, and then he opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment, but after taking a look at the fruit in his hand that he had already eaten a few mouthfuls of, Sanguinius decided not to waste food.
And just when the Lord of Avalon also took out a pomegranate and enjoyed this wonderful afternoon tea with her blood relatives, an explosion sound came from in front of the two of them.
I saw that the poor stone table had been torn into pieces with a heavy blow from Horus. On both sides of its remains, the Wolf Shepherd and the Marker were facing each other, about two to three meters apart. From a distance, one glared angrily, and the other had a face as frosty as ice.
[Looks like the situation has escalated. 】
Morgan slowly plucked the pomegranate in his hand.
"It's a little faster than I thought: Why don't you go and save Macado? Before the current situation is not irreversible, maybe he can still survive."
I saw that Sanguinius had already chewed off his first fruit, swallowing the core and the fruit in his belly, and then he quickly picked up the second one: rather than enjoying it, the Archangel It looked more like he was simply eating, and Morgan even had to suspect that the pair of wings on his back, which were larger than his body, made Sanguinius's caloric consumption much higher than that of other Primarchs.
Faced with the archangel's inquiry, she just responded unceremoniously.
[Then why don’t you reveal the secret to your Horus: As long as our respected Wolf Shepherd gives up on his own, none of this will happen at all. 】
"I forgot, didn't I?"
Sanguinius asked with a smile. He threw the fruit into his mouth, and then touched the ferocious bite mark on his hand: this mark still has not disappeared. When the archangel's fingers touched there, his perfect face A moment of gloom will flash over the flawless face.
"I remember our conversation, so I should forget the rest."
[Then why don’t you give a hint to your dear Horus? Just as I did to you, Sanguinius, don't tell me he won't listen to your words. 】
The archangel spread his hands.
"Horus and I do have a very good relationship, but on this matter, he will only be surprised, and then gently and firmly refuse my persuasion."
"He's a very determined person."
"Besides, since I plan to keep this secret, I should keep the fact that I keep a secret, right?"
【……really. 】
[The secret itself should be preserved, not its content. 】
Morgan nodded, talking to a smart brother like Archangel always made her feel slightly happy.
[Just like now: If the four of us here want to keep the contents of Horus and Malcador's conversation secret, then we should fundamentally deny that this conversation ever happened. The Emperor's opinion of that brother Isn't it the same with his brother? He didn't want people to know about that brother, so the brother itself became a secret. 】
"It makes sense, but there is one thing that is wrong."
The angel smiled. After successfully attracting Morgan's attention, he took away the third fruit while pouting in a remote direction.
"Perhaps more than the four of us have gone through this session, Morgan."
【……】
Morgan turned her head and looked in the direction pointed by Sanguinius. Then, she saw outside the tree wall at the edge of the courtyard, along with the trembling bright black hair, a hair belonging to Nostramo. His head popped out, and he poked around there.
Conrad grew out of the grass!
【……】
How could she forget this guy?
"An unseen brother: I think he's Conrad, right?"
The archangel had a smile in his eyes.
"In the versions of the story I heard before, our brother's reputation was not very good: but when I saw him with my own eyes, I thought he was pretty good."
"Is this your credit?"
【good? Is your rating a little too lenient? 】
"Compared to other brothers: for example, the one in front of us."
The archangel shrugged his shoulders and betrayed the Wolf Shepherd who was his closest brother without hesitation, then turned his head and closed his eyes to enjoy his fruit.
【...That's true. 】
Morgan nodded.
"However, since Conrad is here, it will be more difficult to keep today's secret. Morgan: You are Conrad's educator. Do you know how to make him learn to shut up? "
【Just use your feet. 】
"...?"
Ignoring the second confusion from Sanguinius, Morgan directly locked her eyes with her Nostramo brother: At this time, Conrad was like a meerkat emerging from a hole. Generally, he raised his slender neck and looked at the situation here.
Morgan flicked a stream of psychic communications directly into his head.
[Why did you come here? 】
"...!"
On the distant tree wall, Conrad was startled at first, then turned his spotlight-like eyes to his sister, threw the pendant into his mouth, and the voice of the midnight ghost rang in Morgan's mind. .
"no way."
Midnight Ghost's voice was still a little out of touch, and he seemed satisfied to be able to enjoy such a grand drama.
"I followed the sound and came here. As you know, the noise made by Horus was really too loud. It was like the hiccups of Leman Russ. It could shake the moon down: even if you don't pay attention, Can not be done."
【……】
[You are not afraid of being beaten either: Horus and Sanguinius are not little fishes. 】
"Being able to see such a big show and being beaten up is worth the price of admission."
Morgan's vision wandered around Conrad's body. When she saw that the robes she had carefully taken care of were torn apart in the tree wall, and even hung with many leaves, the Primarch felt a long-lost high. blood pressure.
Not to mention, right behind Conrad at this moment, there are two Imperial Guards: they are obviously monitoring this erratic original body, but even through the thick helmet, Morgan can feel that they are concerned about Conrad. The confusion that comes from this act of merging into nature.
【……】
This guy is really embarrassing to Terra.
Morgan ignored the wonderful metaphor from Conrad. She glanced at Sanguinius, who was chewing fruit with a teasing expression next to her, and threw an expulsion order at the Midnight Ghost.
[You get out of here first, Conrad, now is not the time for you to have fun. 】
"..."
The Nostramo blinked. Although he did not resist this order very much, he still asked Morgan instinctively.
"Don't you need me to stay and help?"
【……】
[As a Primarch, how can you help by staying here? 】
Morgan almost laughed out loud: In the current situation, even the presence of the Emperor would have no effect at all.
"..."
These words made Conrad frown. Then, his eyes first ignored Horus and Malcador, and then focused on Sanguinius next to Morgan.
Then, Midnight Ghost's pupils flickered, as if he had figured something out, and he nodded towards Morgan quite seriously, with a majestic look on his face, and disappeared the next moment.
【……】
Morgan felt something was wrong, but she had no time to care, because the confrontation between Malcador and Horus had reached a fever pitch, and it seemed that a bloody conflict might break out at any time. Now, even Senge Les don't continue to eat fruit.
Morgan put away the fruit plate. She and the archangel kept serious in a tacit agreement and moved quietly towards the core of the battlefield to ensure that they could stop it all one second before the crisis broke out.
Of course, if the situation does not exceed their expectations: they will not act.
Lezi can watch every second.
"Do you think this is going to get out of hand?"
[It depends on the person holding the seal, let's see what he says next. 】
"..."
"I don't think it's a good thing to say."
Sanguinius's expression became serious again, and as soon as he finished speaking, Malcador's stern words reached the ears of the two Primarchs clearly.
"Contain your wrath, Horus. They are useless. You should be unleashing them on the enemies of the Great Crusade, not on the inside of the Palace of Terra: every faux pas you make here is against the Emperor." insult."
"That's nice to say, old man."
Horus spat.
“Isn’t that exactly what I’ve been doing for the past few decades?”
"I released all my courage and anger on the enemy, but what do we get in exchange now: a history that has been deliberately obliterated, an insult from mortals like you, kept secret, turned a deaf ear, hidden behind the scenes, It’s just a stigma!”
"You have already made it this far, why don't you allow me to vent my anger here? What do you want to do next, you old man?"
"Tear down the Square of Heroes? Or throw all of our statues outside the walls of the Terra Palace, leaving your so-called mortal lords alone?!"
"Is this the desire in your heart? Seal Holder?"
"No."
Makado had a stern expression on his face, he raised his head and faced the furious Wolf Shepherd God.
"I've never had such a desire, and this won't be my desire: this is reality."
"Reality?"
Words of astonishment flowed out of the corners of Sanguinius's mouth, but then he touched the bite mark on his palm again, trying to return his face to calmness.
"Reality!"
Compared to his brothers, Horus was much more irritable, but before his anger could be released, Malcador's words exploded in the peaceful courtyard like a barrage of cannonballs.
"The order had been given, and even carried out: in the name of the Emperor, the name of a fallen and dishonored Primarch, not worthy of a monument in the Square of Heroes, the statue had been removed, the marble pulverized, and used in other places.”
"This is the Emperor's order."
"Just before you let out all that rage."
"..."
"..."
At this moment, both Horus and Sanguinius fell into a deathly silence. This already somewhat cold courtyard was now more oppressive than a boiling Apocalypse-level battlefield. It's scary.
"..."
Horus took a deep breath. He was not angry, at least not on the surface. But whether it was the trembling fingers or the gradually filling bloodshot eyes at the corners of his eyes, they all told that the Wolf Shepherd God's mind was already filled with anger. Almost swallowed by anger, he spoke, but his voice was still trembling, as if he couldn't believe that Makado actually dared to do this.
"What did you say, Malcador?"
"That statue, the statue of the Primarch, the glory of the Legion..."
"You actually dare to do this!"
"You want to use it for something else? Where do you want to use it?!"
"You need not know this, Horus."
The master of the seal held the golden eagle's scepter tightly in his hand, and a few strands of spiritual energy slowly gathered in his other hand. This movement was so obscure that only Morgan could barely see it clearly.
But despite this, at such a tense moment, Malcador's words still showed a trace of sympathy: he spoke the last words to Horus with a sincerity that even Sanguinius frowned at. talk.
"Believe me, Wolf Shepherd, that brother of yours, that person whose name will never be mentioned by the empire again, this is the fate he deserves. He does not deserve what you are doing."
"Huh... Isn't it worth it?"
Horus's breathing was trembling.
"Decades of loyalty and dedication, countless honors and sacrifices, in your mouth, is it just a word that it's not worth it? You have never even seen blood flowing through the soil, palmer, you don't even dare to say Speak his name: less than a year ago his statue stood there and his name was sung by everyone in the Empire."
"It was a mistake but we've now fixed it."
The palm bearer's pupils flashed with a final warning, but Horus paid no attention to it.
"My brother, he, Ma..."
Horus still spoke. He had just spoken out the pronunciation of the word [M]. Morgan speculated that he might have wanted to say the name Menger directly, but before that, the palmer who had already prepared had raised himself 's other hand: the last bit of his patience was exhausted by the tug.
Even the Primarch cannot be tolerated indefinitely.
"I warned you."
The palm bearer shouted, and his attack arrived together with his words, hitting Horus's forehead and chest like a heavy hammer. Horus staggered, but was not affected at all. , this warning blow only made his anger more intense.
He opened his mouth again, wanting to say the name, but this time he was greeted by the iron fist of psychic energy, which tightly grasped the throat of the Wolf God, and his limbs were firmly locked in the armor. , tons of pressure covered the top of Horus's head in the blink of an eye, and even the muscles on his face were boiling excessively.
Standing on the other side, the stern-looking palmer just closed the distance between his two fingers slightly, causing Horus's complexion to turn purple.
"Oh, my God."
All these changes happened in just a moment. Even Sanguinius, who was standing aside, only had time to exclaim. He seemed to have never thought that the Patriarch dared to attack a Primarch, and he was the first to do so. He couldn't move his hand, but after marveling, he looked suspiciously at Morgan beside him.
"You don't seem surprised. Sister."
【……】
Morgan opened his mouth, but before he could answer, a louder sound attracted the attention of the two Primarchs.
Just hearing a roar that was louder than the roar of the Titans, the wolf-god gnashed his teeth and demonstrated his power: veins popped up on Horus's smooth forehead, and his curled-up knuckles cracked from excessive exertion. Bai roared again, and the Wolf God was like a wild beast that had broken free from its cage, forcibly tearing apart the invisible weight around him, and the waves of air caused Makado to even take a step back.
"Handprinter!!!"
This time, the Wolf God's roar is a complete war cry.
But he was too late to do more.
Malcador had stood firm and raised his head. A ruthless light appeared in the shadow of the black robe, and he saw the palmer raising his hand again. This time, his voice did not come from his mouth. Instead, it descended directly from the sky, as if the Lord of Humanity was speaking personally.
+Quiet! +
It sounded like the power of an emperor, but Morgan listened carefully, and it was indeed the voice of the Sealbearer: it seemed that he was more powerful than the Spider Queen had imagined.
The next blow was heavy and unstoppable, and even Malcador gritted his teeth because of it. This blow was enough to overturn the city, shatter the Titan, and turn thousands of soldiers into bones in the sand.
Horus could not withstand it.
The Shepherd God froze, and the bones all over his body were making crackling sounds due to this attack, especially the loud sound at his knees, which even frightened the other two Primarchs, and he clenched his teeth. Blood began to spurt out uncontrollably from his teeth, and his eyes had completely turned blood red, but to no avail.
Malcador spread his palms flat, palms facing down, and slowly and firmly made a suppressing movement toward the void.
So, just like that, Horus knelt on the ground.
His knees made two hard holes in the rubble and the ruins of the ground.
[Oh, my God. 】
This time, before the shocked Sanguinius could say anything, Morgan already let out a sigh of surprise.
[Do you have emergency PR for this, Sanguinius? 】
"..."
Ignoring Morgan's taunt, the Archangel rushed towards his Wolf Brother like a whirlwind, not even having time to restrain his wings. The Primarch of the Blood Angel wisely did not confront Malcador directly. Instead, he came behind Horus, held his kneeling brother in his arms, and then spread his wings to protect the front of the Wolf Shepherd.
"That's enough, Palm Holder."
Sanguinius raised his head and looked at the powerful Emperor's favorite.
"Stop it, you have already won, you have won this confrontation."
"Put your power away, and don't forget, blood cannot flow on the land of Terra."
The archangel's words were neither humble nor arrogant, and his own spiritual power also formed a thin shield along with his spread wings to resist Malcador's next possible blow: the palmer saw all this, He glanced at Sanguinius, the most powerful heir of the Emperor, and focused his attention on the pupils of Horus. Although the Wolf Shepherd had been completely suppressed by him, those bloody eyes The red pupils can still express Horus's heart.
Makado stared at those pupils. In those pupils belonging to the Wolf God: there, he did not see any wavering, only anger, hatred, contempt, madness, and the arrogance derived from the gang world, and the superiority of the Primarch bloodline.
This is a monster.
A monster created by the Emperor, and he, Malcador, also personally participated in the creation process: therefore, they all have to bear the consequences.
Horus had not learned his lesson at all, Malcador confirmed this, and his condition was not very good either: the psychic consumption required to suppress a Primarch was more than he imagined, and they were in A high-temperature network formed in his bones, which was constantly burning his reason and old body.
But despite this, Malcador did not show any retreat in the face of Sanguinius's inquiry. He spoke, both to Horus and to Sanguinius.
"Remember this moment, Children of the Emperor."
"Now you have made a mistake. You have exceeded the responsibility given to you by your genetic father and explored secrets that are too dangerous for you. Just like young children, looking for the secrets from society. It’s so dark.”
"I'm only going to say this once: Don't do this kind of thing again. You haven't grown up yet. You're not ready yet. You are still the emperor's children, not his assistants. Don't think of yourself as too powerful. "
"Put away your ridiculous arrogance and sense of superiority. Compared to me, they are your biggest enemies."
"..."
The words of the Seal Bearer were as useless as pouring a basin of water into boiling lava. Horus's pupils were still filled with unthinkable anger, and Sanguinius's wings were becoming more and more powerful. unfolded, and maybe, in the next moment, he would join the fight.
But at this time, in the Makado's spirit can fluctuate, I felt a little hinting JP Morgan, and finally came to the scene of the conflict. Under the stare of the three pairs of eyes, the Lord of Awaron slowly slowly slowed down. Come to the center of the two groups of people and horses, and then turned around, facing Makado, blocking Saint Greez and Horus with her back.
At this moment, her shadow covered the pupils of the two genes.
[Stop it, palm print. 】
[Blood cannot flow up in Tyra, and the emperor's son -in -law cannot be humiliated in front of outsiders: even if you can break these two iron rhythms, isn't it? You have not made the shepherd god kneel on your knees. 】
Morgan's voice was cold. While talking, the same strong spirit could be beaten out in her waves. ruins.
After countless trees and precious flower stamens turned into broken corpses, the palm seal was finally retired. He loosen the restrictions on Holus, so that the painful lungs of the primary body finally had fresh air. .
"Breathing, Horus, breathe quickly."
San Gilez was too late to appreciate Makado's retreat. He concentratedly took care of his painful brother who was convulsive, and passed Morgan's back with a shocking look: Obviously, Morgan's shot was somewhat unexpected.
At this time, the Lord of Awaron was watching the palmist in front of her: In the front of Lingneng, Morgan was convinced that Makado was not defeated by herself. Specifically, when the two of them were the spirituality of the two, At the moment of the staggered, the handprints took the initiative to [defeat]. He shrank to the corner of the courtyard and looked like a deep injury.
If Morgan is not a partner, she will definitely feel that the palmist has suffered a lot.
It is really an exquisite acting.
The Queen of the Spider -Emperor narrowed his eyes and admired the wisdom of the six thousand years old, and behind her, thanks to the constitution of the genetic preliminary superhuman -like constitution, he just took a deep breath twice, and Horus had completely recovered. He He stood up under the help of St. Gilez, but did not pursue the victory: he shot again against an opponent who had just defeated, which was not in line with the gracefulness of the Wolf God.
In this way, the deadly silence occupied the next time, and the palmist looked quite [difficult] stood up. He had a few dusts on his black robe, but he was not hurt. When he raised his head, he raised his head. At the time of the ancient science and technology collar on his neck, the terrible power that frowned Morgan frowned.
The Lord of Avaron did not dare to imagine whether the collar was strengthening the power of the handprint or restricting his power.
"Remember my words, the emperor's son."
Makado went on, and the defeat did not defeat his momentum. He looked around the three originals present, with a serious tone, and the aura even faintly faintly the son -in -law of the three emperors.
"I will only tell you once."
"Put away your pride, don't think you have experienced a lot: Most of you are just the ignorant children who have just stepped out of the childcare room, and even have not even encountered the first stone on the road of life, compared to you For the mountains built by your father, you are just a group of ants, and you can't even imagine what you want to experience. "
Horus stood side by side with St. Gilez, treating the words of the palmist in cold eyes, and JP Morgan, who stood in front of them, did not care: she clearly saw that Makado's pupils did not have Looking at her, these words were not said to her.
"Emperor Emperor is your father and the eagle of love. He brought the cubs who could not fly even on the nests on the mountains, so that you could look down at the worldly everything, but this is not It means that this is your inherent qualifications. The genetic raw bodies. Although you were born on this day, if you can't exercise the tough wings, you can't have the will of fighting rain and storms, then you will eventually be in the end Will fall. "
"Before you realize this, don't praise your merits in front of me."
"That's self -humiliation."
Having said that Makado raised his hand and ignored his robe.
"Go back to your expedition, go to seize the glory and glory in your mouth, and open up the territory to the empire: This is the mission given you by the emperor. If you are really as loyal as you are, then then Don't care about something else, that's not your business. "
"Remember me."
After that, Makado turned away, without the slightest nostalgia, and the genetic prototypes stood silently, until the black robe of the palmist disappeared at the corner of the distance.
"What the hell is he talking about?"
While he took a deep breath, he asked, and he had no anger in his tone. Although Makado's words made his pupils confused and thought, it was not deep.
"I don't know, I don't want to know either."
St. Gilez shook his head. After determining that the atmosphere was not so serious, he converged his wings, and then stood on the side of his shepherd wolf god brothers, patted his shoulder, and wanted to use it easier to use it. The jokes, come to the contradictions and heavyness just now.
"However, my dear shepherd god: You did lose just now."
"..."
Horus narrowed his eyes, and he didn't feel angry because of the angel's words. After all, he was not a person who couldn't afford to lose. It took it for granted that in the crisis just now, how did St. Gilez rush to him regardless of everything? Saint to protect the shepherd god.
Later, Horus's eyes moved a bit again, looking at Morgan standing in front of them: although Morgan's figure came slower than those wings, but it was original and also made Horus. I was impressed, especially when Morgan stood in front of the two of them and blocked the Spirit storm in the Macado palm, the back of the silver hair was also deeply printed in the heart of Horus.
Thinking of this, the shepherd wolf caught the corner of his mouth involuntarily.
"It's not necessarily a failure."
He whispered and began to think about how to thank his two brothers: but before Horus could speak, in the other direction, a new hustle and bustle began to flood to this broken courtyard.
The brows of the three genes of genes wrinkled in the same way.
"The Forbidden Army? Or those wealthy?"
Balt's great angel murmured beside him.
"It looks like you are here to make trouble here.
"I will invest in repairing here, and then go to our father to apologize."
The shepherds snorted lightly, and he quickly took care of the armor on his body to avoid having a manner in front of outsiders, but when Horus took it right in front of the three -person group and the center, he saw the people who came to the person. At the time, those hurried figures surprised the shepherds and his blood relatives.
I saw a dark shadow first drilled out of the dust and waved towards them.
Take a closer look.
Isn't that is Conrad?
【……】
Morgan blinked, but she was too late to be surprised, and saw Conrad walking forward with a smile after waving her hand towards her: That's it, the area behind the midnight ghost, and It was revealed, and there were two equivalent figures.
Zhuangsen, and Ricmanu.
Both of these two genes are serious, and they are brisk, obviously called by Conrad.
"..."
【……】
Not to mention how Horus himself thinks of this scene, the big angels and queen of the Spider who standing behind the shepherds alone. When they saw the three blood relatives arrived at the same time, they looked at each other with a good look at each other. Then, the angel's inquiry was directly smashed into JP Morgan's head in the ocean of Lingneng.
"How is this going?"
【……I don't know either. 】
Morgan is rare to tell the truth, but St. Gilez does not believe it.
It's sad.
"This is really not you instructed?"
【……】
Morgan narrowed his eyes.
Why, since she arrived in the sacred Tyra, it seems that many things have become her instructions?
Is she so capable?
Morgan opened her mouth, and she couldn't even understand the logic of Conrad's behavior this time: but the next sentence of the Angel made the chaotic Awaron master in her head, and she suddenly had a new clue.
"What did you just say to Conrad?"
【I……】
Morgan recalled it.
Then her face became a bit distorted.
Because she remembered the words she said to Conrad just now.
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[A genetic original, what can you help here? 】
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【……】
Morgan recalled this sentence.
A glance at Conrad, who was waved to her: Since entering, Conrad's gaze has never left her, and Zhuangsen and Ramulus behind Conrad. Looking at Morgan.
【……】
Conrada.
How do you understand this sentence?
(End of chapter)
