The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 704 Seeds of the Great Rebellion

   Hearing the ominous words of the Eleventh Legion Primarch, Makado's shoulders loosened.

   "I know, this is very unfair to you."

  The palmprinter raises his hand.

   "Come on, walk with me this old man."

  They continued to walk along the wall, looking at the entire plain of the Himalayas.

  There, in the south, the huge spire of the black office building can be seen just above the dark horizon, just outside the light of the spaceport.

  After that, the palmprinter stopped.

   "Xerxes, do you regret it? If you want to quit now, you can stop immediately. I will explain to the emperor in the future."

  The original body grinned strangely.

   "Handprinter, you always try to... master the truth."

"I think that if anything has been taught to us in the past few years, it is that ignorance can still hurt us the most profoundly, and denying its harm will only lead to more swords and fires. The so-called less talk is better, and more talk must be lost. ."

The original body nodded.

   "Be wary and reticent, so that others will forget the truth. It feels a lot like you, Master Palmprinter, and like my father."

"But I also know very well, never, never underestimate the harm a plausible truth can cause. The secret of stability lies in knowing which truth should be buried, which records should be burned, and which announcements should be denied. To preach fallacy to anyone who opposes you is

  The stupid incitement of the family's behavior, the small contradiction is reasonable and beneficial, like a pinch of salt in the porridge, it makes the whole meal easier to swallow. "

  Xerxes chuckled several times.

   "So I always say, I never regret it, even if it will kill me and my army, but I choose to believe in you and my father."

  Speaking, the original body turned around and put his hands on the guardrail, looking at the distant horizon, feeling lost.

   "Palmprinter, you said, if I die one day, will my father leave me even a statue?"

   "Your father has molded you into immortal beings. You are too sentimental."

"what."

  The original body chuckled first, followed by a long sigh.

   "The galaxy has trillions of years, and there is no one who will live forever."

   "Oh, you—"

   Suddenly, the original body turned his head and looked at Makado with a serious expression.

"Handprinter, if one day I really die because of our plan, you must pay attention to Horus, because he will be full of resentment and resentment. He will retaliate. Although it is difficult to know what form, he must Will act."

  Makado lowered his eyes and said nothing.

  In an instant, many pictures shattered, and the world shattered, but they were immediately reorganized at a faster speed.

boom!

  The door of the hall was slammed open, and the strength and rage even made the burly attendants shrink back.

   "Handprinter!"

  A giant roared and strode in, his footsteps sounded like armor thunder, and the black wolf skin drifted with his movement-this is the most notable feature of Horus, the original body of the Shadowmoon Wolf of the Sixteenth Legion.

   "You better explain!"

  The gathered lords and bureaucrats immediately jumped from their positions around the debate table. The original body’s anger was enough to scare almost any mortal into tears and repentance.

  However, Macado was still sitting on his tall wooden throne, staring calmly.

   "Alpharis, you did it, I guess."

The lord of the Alpha Legion walked beside Horus, and the gorgeous blue ceremonial armor was glowing. The original body of the Twenty Legion did not answer, but sneered towards the officers who retreated from the posts on both sides of the gate— —They are the only armed personnel in this room, and lift him up

  The idea of ​​their locked laser rifle never flashed in their minds.

  Horus ignored everything and walked to the far end of the round table. The wolf skin hung on his huge ceramic shoulder armor dropped when the original body raised a finger of accusation.

   "Dear uncle, you have to give me an explanation."

   Suddenly, shouts sounded in the corridor outside the hall, more warriors in armor were approaching, and several golden shield bearers were pouring into the field of vision.

  They stopped at the door and looked at the room slightly confused.

   "Master Regent."

   One of them shouted, watching the three Primarchs vigilantly, with one hand on the end of the hilt.

  "Do you need our help?"

  Makado’s fingers tapped on the smooth tabletop, never removing Horus’ cold eyes.

   "No, there is nothing I can't deal with here, thank you for your diligence and care, you can go back on duty."

  The imperial soldier raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.

"As you wish,"

   He whispered, and motioned out several courtiers who were obviously more embarrassed.

  Others also seized this opportunity. The hall was quickly emptied, and Makado then cast a sharp glaring at the third Primarch.

  Khan, the original body of the White Scar Legion, bowed his head respectfully in response, then circled a large circle along the edge of the low ceiling hall, and then closed all the doors behind it.

   "The same with you, Chagatai?"

  Makado sighed and pursed his lips.

   "What made you rush to the throne world so quickly, even when the Star Whisperers couldn't contact your expeditionary army when we needed it?"

   "My brother called, and I responded."

  Khan replied in his slightly accented Gothic, leaning casually on a marble pillar.

   "That's how you made us, didn't you?"

After   , their conversation was interrupted by Horus's roar impatiently, and the Primarch seemed to gritted his teeth.

   "Now, you have to answer me, Handprinter! I won't ask again."

"I think."

  Makado answered tiredly.

  "You mean the work being done by the Masons' Guild on Qunying Square?"

  Horuston glared at him.

"You know what I mean! It's an insult! Do you think we, my other brothers and I, will let all this go into obscurity? You have exceeded your authority, old man, you can't just... erase history, if my father heard about it In this matter, He will—"

   "What makes you think the emperor does not know about this?"

  Makado interrupted the opponent, no mortal would dare to interrupt a Primarch.

  "Just because the order was not given by Him, I cannot act as His loyal servant?"

  Horus shook his head, an angry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "Please don’t lie in front of me. You and your accomplices are taking great pains to conceal this matter from the War Council and the rest of the empire. These orders have no Aquila or Throne seal."

  After that, the original body of the Sixteenth Army clasped the edge of the table with his iron fisted hands, and leaned against it in annoyance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The ancient mahogany suddenly creaked under the weight.

"Then tell me, and convince me, what right do you have to try to remove one of the twenty large statues in Qunying Square! Do you want to erase my beloved brother? This is a monument to my great achievements, and it is an inspiration to all mankind. Symbol, this glory also has his share, no matter what he has done!!"

  Makado suddenly got up from his seat.

   "Glory?"

  The palmprinter made a bitter smile. Those words stung him more deeply than everyone in the room thought, but he couldn't show it.

   "I never realized--"

  As Soshyang stared at the scene, an old voice suddenly rang in his ears, and he turned his head and was startled.

  The palmprinter was standing beside him, and he seemed to be staring at the scene at this moment.

   Then, his dry lips let out a sigh.

  "The seeds of rebellion took root and sprouted at this moment. Horus' hatred of me became a thorn in his heart, transformed into hatred of his father, and finally used by the evil gods."

  (End of this chapter)