40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 242 13. Moon Wolf, Angel, Raven, Bat (5, 5k)

"They say the children of Russ eat their dead enemies, and I'm telling you, that's nonsense, Corax."

Horus said this in a serious and serious tone, and he continued to talk.

"This is a pure rumor, tantamount to slander. I don't even know where this ridiculous rumor came from. Maybe it's because some mortals don't understand the savagery displayed by the wolves during the battle, so after the war Weaving these words. There is no shortage of such terrible stories in the empire, so I have been vigorously promoting the system of chroniclers."

"I want every company in my legion to be equipped with a chronicler. Mortals cannot understand us because they cannot walk with us. But these chroniclers can, with permission, come among us and record Our true appearance, and then return them to mortals, what is the gap left?"

The Corsonian breathed out a contented breath, the smile on his cheeks genuine and natural. Corvus Corax, who was sitting opposite him, was not very excited.

His black hair was hanging loosely in front of his forehead, and his pair of dark, agate-colored eyes contained not only a look of thought, but also an unmoved indifference.

Horus sighed inwardly.

The conversation had lasted for over an hour, and he had introduced Corax to many of the Primarchs and their Legions, but his young brother had remained less than interested.

Don't get me wrong, Corus Corax did listen carefully to Horus' words, but he rarely expressed his opinions and spoke only a handful of times. Furthermore, there was not much recognition in his eyes.

Especially when Horus talked about the differences between mortals, Astartes and even Primarchs, this indifference almost developed into a kind of disgust. Horus naturally didn't understand why his brother was like this, but he didn't intend to ask now.

There is ample time.

He thought about it and began to consider what topic to choose next.

Sanguinius's conversation with Khalil Lohars looked like it was not going to end yet, and he had to do his best to stabilize the situation before they came out of the back room. Furthermore, the Emperor's departure was also a problem.

Of course Horus had no idea what his father was going to do, but it must be important, so important that the Emperor even temporarily interrupted his conversation with Corax.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Corax.

The latter's skin was as dazzling as alabaster under the light at this moment, showing a warm and translucent texture. Horus could almost see his brother's cyan blood vessels through the skin.

This kind of foreign appearance is rare in mortals, but it is almost not worth mentioning in the primarchs.

Horus laughed at his own thoughts.

He shook his head, sighed slightly self-deprecatingly, and deliberately said in a rough and low voice: "You are all like this, Corax."

"Um?"

The alabaster statue looked over in confusion, the first time he had shown such emotion.

"It's nothing. I was just stumbling over my own mediocrity for a moment." Horus said half-jokingly. "You see, Sanguinius has wings, Leon El'Jonson looks majestic like a lion, and so do you. You have a strange beauty about you. What about me?"

Corax didn't speak, but silently cast his gaze on the top of Horus' head.

The Corsonian was startled for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.

"I thought you had no sense of humor, brother," Horus said gently after laughing. "It seems I was wrong."

"I do," Corax said. "It's just that I don't use it very often, using humor to tell a joke or play pranks on others is a dangerous behavior in my world. Most of the time."

He lowered his head and shook his head in an almost contemplative manner. Horus was very excited.

He finally succeeded in getting Corvus Corax to talk, which was not easy. However, everything is difficult at the beginning, and now that he has achieved this step, nothing will be able to prevent him from establishing a good relationship with Corax.

"How is it most of the time, brother?" Horus asked impatiently.

"Um"

Corax didn't start to reveal his feelings as he thought. He just started the silence with a dull nasal voice, and continued his narrative after a full dozen seconds.

In Horus's body sense, this period of time was almost like a few hours.

"I don't know how to tell you this." After silence, the black-eyed original body said hesitantly. "It's not something that should be told here."

Horus frowned uncontrollably.

He suddenly felt that his brother's voice sounded so sad and annoying at the moment, and his attitude made him want to grab his shoulders and shake him hard.

However, Horus still suppressed this unknown fire. He even took a few seconds to collect himself, chose a new topic, and decided to talk about it in a more relaxed tone.

He must have a good communication with Corax today. He wanted to find out what was haunting his brother's heart that made him appear so depressed during the long conversation between his brothers.

However, Horus did not get this opportunity.

The door to the back room was opened, and with the sound of machinery running, two giants walked out.

The bright red tears still remained on Sanguinius's face, spreading from under his eyes to his chin. It has faded, but it can still be caught at a glance.

The contrast between Sanguinius' skin color and the tear stain was as stark as the blade of a sword across someone's neck, and it was hard not to notice.

Horus quickly put aside what he had been focusing on and gave the angel a worried look. Sanguinius smiled at him, and at this moment, the angel behaved as usual again.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Horus," Khalil said. His voice was quite calm, as natural as if nothing had happened just now. "And this Corvus Corax?"

The alabaster statue nodded silently, and Horus inevitably noticed that Corax looked a little strange at this moment.

"It's good to see a new Primarch return to the Imperium." Khalil's voice became gentler. "Ah, by the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. Please allow me to tell you my name. My name is Khalil Lohars, from Nostramo."

"The same to you--"

Corax glanced quickly at Sanguinius, or rather at the wings behind the angel. His voice was as soft as Khalil's, but his words were clearer.

"—one of us?"

"No, I am not."

"But you're tall."

"My height is an acquired growth phenomenon under the influence of psychic energy. It is rare. In fact, I think I may be the only example in the entire galaxy." Khalil said thoughtfully.

In order to achieve a complete explanation, he even had to make up an uncommon phrase on the spot. Fortunately, the person he was explaining to was able to quickly understand the meaning of the word.

Corax nodded and said no more. At this moment, his attention was temporarily diverted to another thing.

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows and lightly fluttered his folded wings. He didn't feel offended, he was even used to it.

The angel smiled softly and spoke in a sweet voice: "My name is Sanguinius, brother."

"your wings"

"It's true," Sanguinius said. "I gotta tell you, though, they're pretty bulky."

"Does it allow you to fly?"

"Okay." The angel replied patiently.

Unconsciously, he used the patience of an elder when facing his younger generation.

If an ordinary elder brother faced a younger brother, of course there would be no problem in doing so, but they were Primarchs after all. Horus, who was watching, couldn't help but sweat for Sanguinius.

In the Corsonian impression, all Primarchs possess a strong sense of self-respect. Even those who seem most nonchalant will argue with anyone who tries to express their opinion in an area of ​​expertise.

But Corax was not angry.

"Thank you for your answer," said the alabaster statue. "In the past, when we launched uprisings, we always hoped to have power from the air to help. The sky is a place that most people don't look up to. I often think that if I can fly, maybe more people can be saved. He shed his blood and died in the battle."

Sanguinius's expression turned serious.

What Corax said was different from some of his ideas - to this day, the Blood Angels have completely broken away from the barbaric and cruel state of darkness. However, before they became Blood Angels, they were monsters called Ghouls.

Markmaster Malcador even bluntly called the Ninth Legion the 'Ghost Legion'. This is less a sign of contempt or disdain than a clear description of the state of affairs.

At that time, the Ninth Legion would even be ostracized by other imperial forces, and even the logistics personnel were unwilling to provide them with weapons. These encounters were inseparable from the past style of the ghouls.

The wars they fought were all extremely bloody and atrocious, and were simply depraved and evil. Sanguinius spent a lot of energy trying to completely reverse this situation.

He was even willing to spend several years teaching the ghouls how to reclaim a planet without losing any blood.

Angel never shied away from bloodshed and sacrifice, but he wanted these things to be as rare as possible.

The less, the better.

"Indeed." Sanguinius approached Corax and held out his right hand to him. "But it's impossible to fight without bloodshed, what do you think, brother?"

Corax nodded slightly, a smile fleeting on his face. He stretched out his hand and shook Sanguinius's hand without much hesitation. Horus watched this scene silently, his expression a bit complicated, but he didn't say anything.

Standing beside them, Khalil took in everything without making any comments. He lowered his head slightly, and a flash of blue light that no one knew flashed across his eyes.

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"Recruit?"

Sevatar's contemplation was interrupted by an elegant and melodious voice. He looked up and saw a handsome face. Savita glanced at those blue eyes and nodded calmly.

"Your instructor only brought one recruit aboard the Emperor's Dream?" asked another person. His voice was very low and his words were heavy, almost like a hammer hitting an anvil.

Sevatar narrowed his eyes, restrained his harshness, and nodded to the man with a normal smile: "I have been in the army for a short time, cousin, but I am not a new soldier." "Please forgive Fakus, brother." The man who spoke first said sincerely. "He has always been like this, not very good at chatting with people, but he is not belittling you. In fact, the two of us are just a little curious about you. You look too young." Sevatar raised his hand and touched his face, and finally couldn't help it. He bared his teeth and showed the smile that the Night Blades usually used to the man at an angle of tilting his head: "According to what you said, I have to cut a few scars on myself?" The man smiled. "Okay." He shook his head with a little regret. "My name is Azkalon, from the Blood Angels. This is Fakus Cayber, from the Moon Wolf." "I have heard of you for a long time." Sevatar said insincerely. "It's really a great honor for a new recruit like me to stand with you two. Oh, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself? My name is Yago Sevitarion, from the Midnight Blade."

The Blood Angels and the Moon Wolves looked at each other.

"What?" Sevitar raised his eyebrows. "What does this mean?"

"Just a little surprised." Azkalon laughed again. "You have perfectly inherited the style of the Eighth Legion, Sir Sevitarion. You have always been like this, cruel and ruthless in tactics, and will never let anyone off easily in your daily life."

Farkus Cabe nodded, and his voice was dull as he mentioned a person who was not here.

"Just like Adebiman Basri. He was lying on a stretcher, almost choking to death by his own blood, but he could still spit out many curses and obscenities in one breath to insult your enemies."

He looked at Sevitar, his eyes were flat and sharp, but his speech was very slow.

"Is he still alive?" Farkus Cabe asked.

Sevata was silent. He was not sure whether he should tell the truth or not. In other words, he didn't know whether Fakus Cabo was happy to see Adebiman alive or wanted him dead.

"What do you think?" After a few seconds of silence, Sevata lightly kicked the ball back.

"My reason tells me that he can't die." Fakus Cabo said. "He's a tough guy"

"That's a new term, tough guy?"

"Gang term." Fakus explained calmly. "So, Sevitarion, is he still alive?"

"He's alive and well, and now he's the adjutant of the third company."

"Thank you for your answer." Fakus nodded. "If you have a chance, please tell him that Fakus Cabo of the Moon Wolf hopes to continue the competition with him."

". I will." Sevata said.

He couldn't help but start to ask himself: What's wrong with these veterans? Why are they so good at provoking people from other legions? Logically speaking, didn't they always act alone at that time?

"Then--" Azkalon took over. "--Let's stop chatting here. Lord Sevitarion."

"Hmm?"

The Blood Angel gestured to him seriously: "You may want to stand up straighter."

His words were very tactful and confusing, but Sevitar immediately changed his posture. He immediately straightened his back and naturally put on a sharp posture like a saber. Then, a dense sound of footsteps came from the other end of the wide corridor of the Emperor's Dream.

Sevitar looked closely, and a group of shining gold shone brightly on his retina.

The Nostramo people felt pain in their eye membranes for a moment-tens of seconds later, with the arrival of the golden armored guards, the three Astartes standing in front of the conference room door all made way and lowered their heads, showing extremely obvious respect.

There were no fools among the people present. Everyone knew what it meant to see so many guards acting together on the Emperor's Dream. Sevatar held his breath, lowered his head, and felt a tremor on his exposed skin.

The armors of the guards collided with each other, but no one made a sound. A footstep sounded from behind them, getting closer and closer, and every step seemed to hit Sevatar's two hearts heavily.

He lowered his head and clenched his teeth unconsciously, and the footsteps finally stopped at this moment.

"Raise your head." A voice said. "Don't be so reserved all the time. What's the matter with the warrior with your head down?"

Sevatar raised his head quickly. He didn't need to turn his head to know the movements of the other two people-they raised their heads faster than him.

His retina captured a giant among giants one thousandth of a second later. He was undoubtedly taller and more dazzling than the Primarch.

A majesty far beyond perfection surged on his face. Although it was so majestic, Sevatar felt a gentleness that should not have appeared from his gaze. He opened his mouth in astonishment and tried to say something, but the man had nodded to them before him.

"Azkalon, Falkus Cayber, and you. Yago Sevatarion."

"You know my name?!" Sevatar heard a voice that was both shocked and surprised. This voice came from Azkalon, who had always been so comfortable.

"Why shouldn't I know?" The Emperor said. He seemed to be laughing, but he didn't. Then he turned around and called another name.

"Pull." He spoke calmly. One syllable and one simple movement revealed supreme majesty, making people unconsciously try to obey.

Savita almost changed his name on the spot, but he still had some sense and knew that the voice was not calling him. A Custodian walked out from behind the Emperor, with red tassels floating above his head. He looked at his master, silently awaiting orders.

"Take these three warriors to the rest room and let them rest for a while. Next, I will spend a long time with my son and friends, and I don't want them to waste their energy here."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

Sevatar and the other two just followed the forbidden soldier and left here. He passed by the Lord of Humanity, his fingers trembling. Behind him, the Emperor's gaze was distant and meaningful, but it did not last long.

The owner of the ship quickly retracted his gaze, opened the door and walked into the conference room.

I coded all night and had a low fever all night, and my efficiency was very low.

I slept for too long during the day and couldn't fall asleep. Now go back to sleep and make up for the rest when I wake up. I did the math, yesterday I owed 10,000, and today it is 6,000, adding up to 16,000, which means there is still a shortfall of 11,000.

I hope I can pay it off.