Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"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 [defaming] 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 shape can no longer fit him: This is not in line 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, in the Square of Heroes, my bloodshed has earned me a pure white marble statue, 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 thin and pitiful body, 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 palmer 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 moment, Morgan, who had already felt some hints in Malcador's spiritual energy fluctuations, finally came to the scene of the conflict. Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the Lord of Avalon slowly She came to the center of the two groups of men, then turned around to face Malcador, blocking Sanguinius and Horus with her back.

At this moment, her shadow obscured the pupils of both Primarchs.

[Stop it, Palm Printer. 】

[Blood cannot flow on Terra, and the Emperor's heirs cannot suffer humiliation in front of outsiders: even you cannot break these two iron laws, can you? You are not qualified to let the Shepherd God kneel down to you. 】

Morgan's voice was cold. As she spoke, an equally strong psychic blow was struck out with her wave of her hand. The violent collision stirred up a ruthless storm, flying off the roof of the pavilion and ravaging most of the courtyard. ruins.

After countless bushes and precious flower stamens turned into broken corpses, the Palmist was finally pushed back a step. He loosened the restrictions on Horus, allowing the original body's painful lungs to finally have fresh air. .

"Breathe, Horus, breathe quickly."

Sanguinius had no time to appreciate Malcador's defeat. He was concentrating on taking care of his brother who was twitching in pain, and glanced at Morgan's back with a shocked look: Obviously, Morgan's attack was somewhat beyond his expectation.

At this time, the Lord of Avalon was looking at the palmer in front of her: In the psychic confrontation just now, Morgan was very sure that Malcador was not defeated by him. Specifically, when the two psychic powers The moment they crossed paths, the person holding the seal took the initiative to "retreat". He shrank to a corner in the courtyard, looking like he was deeply injured.

If Morgan was not a party involved, she would definitely feel that the person holding the print suffered a big loss.

What an old guy with superb acting skills.

The Spider Queen narrowed her eyes, admiring the wisdom of six thousand years. Behind her, thanks to the superhuman physique of the Primarch, Horus had fully recovered after just taking two deep breaths. With the support of Sanguinius, he stood up, but he did not pursue the victory: attacking an opponent who had just retreated was not in line with the demeanor of the Wolf Shepherd.

Just like that, a deathlike silence occupied the next short period of time. The palm-printer stood up with difficulty. There were a few traces of dust on his black robe, but it was harmless. When he raised his head At that time, the ancient technology collar around his neck flashed with terrifying power that made Morgan frown.

The Lord of Avalon couldn't imagine whether that collar was strengthening the power of the bearer or restricting his power.

"Mark my words, Son of the Emperor."

Malcador then spoke. The defeat did not dampen his momentum. He looked around at the three primarchs present, his tone was serious, and his aura even vaguely resembled that of the three emperor's heirs.

"I'm only going to tell you this once."

"Put away your pride, don't think that you have experienced a lot: the vast majority of you are just ignorant children who have just walked out of the nursery, and have not even encountered the first stone on the road of life. Compared with your In terms of the mountain that my father built, you people are just a group of ants, and you can’t even imagine what you have to go through.”

Horus and Sanguinius were standing side by side, looking at the words of the Mark Palmist with cold eyes, while Morgan, who was standing a little in front of them, didn't care at all: she clearly saw that Malcador's pupils did not Looking at her, these words were not meant for her.

"The Emperor is your father, and he is also a benevolent eagle. He brought you little cubs who can't even fly to his lair on the mountains, so that you can look down on all things in the world, but this is not This means that this is your innate qualification, Primarchs, although you were born on this sky, but if you cannot develop tough wings and have the will to fight heavy rain and storms, then you will eventually Will perish."

"Until you realize this, don't boast about your achievements in front of me."

"That's self-inflicted."

With that said, Malcador raised his hand and straightened his robe.

"Return to your expeditions, to seize the honor and glory you talk about, and to expand the territory for the Empire: this is the mission given to you by the Emperor. If you are as loyal as you say, then Don’t worry about anything else, it’s none of your business.”

"Mark my words."

After saying that, Malcador turned and left without the slightest nostalgia, while the Primarchs stood there in silence until the black robe of the Seal Master disappeared around the corner in the distance.

"What the hell is he talking about?"

Horus asked while taking a deep breath. There was no longer much anger in his tone. Although Malcador's words made his pupils a little confused and thinking, it was not profound.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Sanguinius shook his head. After making sure that the atmosphere was not so serious, he retracted his wings, then stood on the side of his Wolf Shepherd brother, patted him on the shoulder, trying to make it more relaxed. A joke to break up the contradiction and heaviness just now.

"However, my dear Wolf Shepherd: You did fail just now."

"..."

Horus narrowed his eyes. He was not angry because of the words of the archangel. After all, he was not a sore loser. The Wolf God just glanced at the brother with holy wings next to him and said Naturally, he recalled how Sanguinius rushed to his side desperately during the crisis just now, and how these outstretched wings protected him inside, using its whiteness and Holy to protect the Wolf Shepherd God.

Then, Horus's eyes moved again, looking at Morgan standing in front of them: Although Morgan's figure came slower than the pair of wings, it was excusable, and it also made Horus The impression was profound, especially when Morgan stood in front of the two of them and blocked the psychic storm in Malcador's palm. That figure with silver hair on his back was also deeply imprinted on Horus's heart.

Thinking of this, the Wolf Shepherd God couldn't help but curl up his lips.

"It's not necessarily a failure."

He whispered, and began to think about how to thank his two brothers: but just before Horus could speak, in the other direction, a new noise began to pour into the ruined courtyard.

The brows of the three Primarchs wrinkled in unison.

"Forbidden Army? Or those powerful people?"

The archangel of Baal murmured quietly to himself next to him.

"It seems like you are making a lot of noise here, Horus."

"I'll pay for the repairs here and go to our father to apologize."

The Shepherd God snorted, and he quickly took care of his armor to avoid losing his manners in front of outsiders. However, when Horus stood in front and center of the trio as a matter of course, he saw the person coming. At that moment, those hurried figures shocked the Wolf Shepherd God and his blood relatives.

A dark shadow emerged from the dust first and waved at them.

Take a closer look.

Isn't that Conrad?

【……】

Morgan blinked, but before she could be surprised, she saw Conrad waved towards her, smiled and took a few steps forward: just like that, the area behind the Midnight Ghost also What appeared was two equally tall figures.

Jonson, and Leman Russ.

The expressions of the two Primarchs were serious, and their steps were brisk. They were obviously called over by Conrad.

"..."

【……】

Not to mention what Horus himself thought when he saw this scene, the Archangel and Spider Queen standing behind Wolf Shepherd looked at each other knowingly when they saw these three blood relatives arriving at the same time. , and then, the Archangel's question hit Morgan's head directly in the ocean of psychic energy.

"How is this going?"

【……I don't know either. 】

Morgan spoke the truth in a rare move, but Sanguinius didn't believe it.

How sad.

"This is really not your instigation?"

【……】

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

Why, since she arrived at Holy Terra, does it seem like many things have been directed by her?

Is she so capable?

Morgan opened her mouth. Even she couldn't understand the logic of Conrad's behavior this time: but the Archangel's next words gave the Lord of Avalon, whose mind was in chaos, a new clue.

"What did you just say to Conrad?"

【I……】

Morgan recalled.

Then, her face became a little distorted.

Because, she remembered what she said to Conrad just now.

——————

[As a Primarch, how can you help by staying here? 】

——————

【……】

Morgan thought about this sentence for a moment.

She glanced at Conrad who was waving to her excitedly: Conrad's eyes had never left her since he came in, and there were Jonson and Leman Russ behind Conrad, who were also looking at her. Look at Morgan.

【……】

That boy Conrad.

How do you understand this sentence?