Emperor's Bane

Chapter 70 Horus

"I salute you, Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf."

A mortal he didn't know was bending over him.

They always like that.

Horus, the Emperor's favorite scion, God of Wolf Shepherds of the Empire, Primarch of the No. 16 Legion Astartes, thought so when he saw the diminutive figure by the door.

The Primarch who came out of Cthonia still had a friendly smile on his face, his eyes quickly sized up this mortal, his eyes flicked over those glittering medals and buttons, and he was combing The meticulous hair fluttered, and he was sure that this was a senior officer in the Imperial Army, but it definitely did not belong to his unit or expeditionary fleet, because he could not recognize this person.

He may have fought side by side with this mortal in front of him in some battle, but such impromptu battles and allies are so numerous for a Primarch that it is easy to forget.

But even so, Horus still strode forward and patted the mortal's shoulder affectionately.

[Why do you need to be so polite, my comrade-in-arms. 】

The voice of the Primarch was like a bell, and although he never tried to shout, he still easily sent waves through the corridors and rooms.

【You and I are both warriors who fought bloody battles for the great cause of the empire and mankind, brothers who fought side by side, when did we need such polite etiquette. 】

The friendly words made the mortal officer's shoulders tremble involuntarily, and even his voice turned into an unbelievable inquiry.

"You remember me, my lord?"

Well, it looks like he did forget something.

【A soldier, how could he forget the comrades who shed blood and sweat with him? I think every detail, every drop of blood, and every sacrifice of that war will also be imprinted in your memory, my comrades in arms. 】

Beneath this soft voice was the soul of a mortal who could barely keep thinking in the face of the Primarch's power and charm.

"Yes... yes, my lord, of course I remember!"

"On Kotos Nor, it was you and your warriors who came here at a time of crisis, beheaded the admiral and warboss of the Ork orc fleet, and saved my legion, my fleet, and the whole world!"

Cortos Noor...

The name rolled in the Primarch's brain, and Horus spent a moment searching for similar fragments in his vast memory and thinking, and determined it in the next moment.

Nothing special, it was a small event he would hardly remember: he and Ezekyle, with dozens of warriors, ended the battle in one Terra standard time, and in the Primarch's heart, that It's like an outing out of interest in the afternoon of the weekend.

But in the heart of a mortal, that may be the most memorable and revered moment in life.

The Primarch's heart smiled as he remembered the mortal's name.

[It's nothing, Mr. Oster, it's nothing. Our arrival is important, but without the heroic battle of you and your subordinates, the world can't wait for the moment of our support. You are the real hero in that battle. The hero and hero, the one who is more important than me. 】

【It is enough for you and your soldiers to fight with your life for the great cause of the emperor, and shed blood and die. 】

【In this burning galaxy, no sacrifice is overlooked, just as no betrayal is forgiven. 】

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"Father is wasting time on these mortals again."

Ezekyle lowered his voice and let out a pitiful chuckle.

He, Ezekyle, or we can use the name that will be more famous and beloved in the future:
Abaddon.

"I really don't understand, what is there to be heart-to-heart with these mortals, do we have a place and a time to use them, can't we destroy countless aliens and rebels, from the star of the holy Terra Hong Kong killed all the way here?"

As soon as the words fell, a series of laughing remarks appeared beside Abaddon.

"Oh, of course, we don't need them at all, at least the heroic Lord Abaddon doesn't need them at all, he can kill an entire greenskin fleet by himself, swallow an entire rebellious planet into his stomach, completely No covering fire or flanking or anything."

"I……"

"Who would need such a twat thing, our Abaddon is famous for his invincibility~"

"Torgarton!"

Abaddon let out a displeased snort, and there was already laughter all around him.

The Shadow Moon Wolf, who let out a series of laughs, was not at all ashamed to be a companion again. Torjadun's face was covered in joy as before, and he touched Abaddon's chest with his elbow affectionately.

"Oh, come on, my Ezekyle... are you angry?"

Abaddon kept his face straight, as if he was trying his best to express his anger, but when he involuntarily moved his gaze to Torgarden's face and saw the winking expression, he finally couldn't hold it back.

"Pfft—I, I'm angry—puff heh heh..."

The corners of the corridor were momentarily filled with happy air.

When Horus patted the excited mortal again on the shoulder, watching him finally thank him, as if he had received some great benefits, and disappeared at the end of the corridor, he turned his head and saw only himself Several of the sons have been laughing together.

The Wolf God understood everything that happened here without much effort, because Abaddon was smiling, holding Torgarden's shoulders, and telling him the wonderful things that were about to happen in the arena with a tone of laughter. matter.

Horus waited patiently for his sons to recover from their joy, and then motioned for Abaddon and Torgaddon to follow his footsteps, while the remaining Luna Wolves bid farewell to their genetic father, Go to the arena or whatever and find something to pass the time.

The God Shepherd led his two heirs through a flight of stairs, turned around a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a private hall.

"Oh... I still miss Vengeful Spirit, that's where a warrior should be."

Looking at the gilt on the armrest, Abaddon could not help but complain softly.

[I also miss Vengeful Spirit, its plain appearance and powerful reputation, as well as the corridor of honor and the Legion Arena, but unfortunately, Ezekyle, my strongest child, it still needs to stay on Mars For a while, it was not an easy task to overhaul a Glorious Queen. 】

To the Shadow Moon Wolf, Horus' voice is always sincere and firm. This is the voice of trust that those mortals will never hear, and they will never be qualified to listen to.

Abaddon fell into a vortex of nostalgia and slight dissatisfaction, while Horus slowly pushed open the door. Inside the door was a once glorious and extravagant palace. The re-decoration of the Staters can still see the shadows of the glory and slack in the past.

There are already people waiting there, those are the two most trusted heirs of Horus: Sejame and Aximonde, of course, the latter is generally called "Little Horus" by his fighting brothers, because he He is too similar to his genetic father.

Horus slowly walked to the seat of the chief seat, and only after several of his heirs arrived, he sat down slowly and announced the start of the meeting.

Sejame, Abaddon, Torgarden and Asimund.

This is the most trusted brain of God Shepherd: the Council of Four Kings.

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"Four Terra standard months have passed since the end of the Battle of Sabis. According to intelligence, the Randan forces on the Eastern Front have not launched a new offensive. The Dark Angels are trying to move the front line forward, and Shana of Forge World It has gradually transformed from a war front to a supply center."

As always, Se James stood in the center of the room and presided over the meeting. As Horus' favorite son, the Fourth Company Commander was actually the second member of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion.

[If I remember correctly, according to the information sent back last time, some groups in this forge world are dissatisfied with the rule of the empire? 】

Se James nodded, affirming the inquiry of his genetic father.

[Yes, some casting bishops and priests of Shana think that they should not be involved too deeply in the war between the empire and Ran Dan, because in the past period of time, Shana has been the core battlefield, and was even directly attacked by Ran Dan's main force. Landed before, so the loss was extremely heavy, which led to the intensification of dissatisfaction with the empire in this world. 】

"A group of short-sighted idiots, wouldn't those aliens come without us?"

Abaddon sneered disdainfully, while Horus kneaded his chin, thinking about something.

[My brother Jonson, didn't he try to appease them? 】

"The Primarch of the First Legion did hold a meeting in Shana, but according to the leaked information, he used some relatively... tough and direct means to let the bishops continue to serve the empire."

Horus chuckled, quietly remembering the name of this forging world.

[Okay, let's continue. 】

Sam James nodded.

Afterwards, the meeting went on as usual, and everything looked the same as usual: Horus himself seldom spoke and offered opinions directly. If he could, he preferred to watch these heirs he personally selected debate and discuss. Fully absorb the sparkle of wisdom that flickers in their words.

And even if the Primarch decides something in person, the Luna Wolves will not directly obey their orders, they will still stick to their opinions until Horus uses perfect logic and words to make them nod, and in some extremely rare In this case, the wisdom of the offspring will also overcome its genetic father, allowing Horus to cleanly admit that his plan is insufficient.

And in this beautiful atmosphere, their topics extended from the edge of the galaxy all the way to the holy Terra, and then expanded to those places where the current battles in the galaxy are the most intense.

"It is said that the No.13 Legion returned empty-handed again."

Little Horus said with a sighing voice.

"They only found an empty world, which was completely deserted. It was very likely that it was also attacked and controlled by those Osiris mind-controlling species, until the last drop of blood was drained."

[My brother Guilliman has already regarded those aliens who play witchcraft as his heart disease. 】

Horus' emotion was mixed with a chuckle.

[Sharing the past humiliation with your own legion and fighting side by side to wash it away is not bad, but Robert is always a little paranoid, he will always be stubborn when things are not going well, if it is not for this shortcoming, He may be the greatest strategist in the galaxy, and no one can match his terrifying calculations and planning on the chessboard of the galaxy. 】

Feelings about another Primarch were quickly buried under entirely new topics, and the talk of these roughheads was always about war.

"The No.11 Legion just won a battle. Yes, they won again. It is said that they severely damaged one of Ran Dan's battle moons in a gang-jumping battle. Replay the glorious victory of the First Legion in the Sabis system."

Horus laughed.

[My brothers are always so good, so good that I even feel some pressure, maybe I should also apply to my father, let the legion go to Ran Dan's front line to get some merit, instead of doing nothing here, being caught by those People point fingers behind their backs. 】

Laughter resounded in the room, and the four heirs of Horus laughed casually. They didn't care about the so-called feats and achievements, just like they didn't care about the nameless vicious rumors.

Since Horus decided to let the Luna Wolves stay here, they will abide by it. After all, everyone knows that the Wolf God is the emperor's favorite son. He must have led his legion in the galaxy for some reason. Western raids, so did not participate in the war with Ran Dan.

Everyone thinks so.

Except Horus.

But no one could see the flicker of anxiety in his eyes.

"But there is one thing worth noting, father."

James suddenly changed the subject.

"The No. 11 Legion...has been a little too intrusive into Ran Dan's control area. I can understand that this is because their battle line is followed by the Sun Starfield and the Holy Terra, but this kind of behavior is inevitably too risky. The [Witch Art Killer] has always refused to fight alongside other legions, he may lack a strong enough flank cover."

[He has always been like this. 】

Horus didn't worry too much.

[The strength of the No.11 Legion is sufficient to deal with such scenes and attrition. Although my brother lives alone, he always possesses incredible strength. The only ones who can defeat them are themselves. 】

"But... Father, the No.11 Primogenium is rarely even carried by the mortal auxiliary army, and according to intelligence, the No.11 Legion has cleaned up a large number of human worlds that were once controlled by Ran Dan on the grounds of pollution, which violates the long-term The preparation and discipline required for combat."

【...This is indeed a problem, maybe I should remind him, but I'm not sure if he will listen to my suggestion seriously. 】

"Disregarding the power of mortals."

Abaddon gave a contemptuous smile.

"It's not a wise move. Disregarding the power of those mortals can lead to great trouble."

Torgarden's eyes widened.

"My lord, Ezekyle, have you been taken away by someone? Could it be that a really smart person just took over your body?"

"……roll!"

Abaddon was a little irritable, but also a little wanting to laugh.

"I just don't like those guys who don't go out of their way in the staff department. The so-called officers and commanders in the mortal army, many of them climbed up by blood and relationships. They are indeed capable, but Their ability may not be worthy of that position."

"Conversely, in the trenches, there may indeed be people worthy of admiration, whose bayonets and bullets are equally lethal in some special cases, and I can still tell the difference."

Abaddon's voice was a little deep and rambling, mixed with occasional interruptions and discussions between Torgarden and young Horus, and soon turned into a debate mixed with memories and record competitions, and Horus He didn't care about all of this, he leaned on his seat and watched the heirs debate with each other, feeling pleasing to the eye.

Then, he raised his head, feeling a little dazed.

In the dark, he seemed to think of something, but when he concentrated his energy, he couldn't think of it again.

In a daze, he could only be sure that he had just thought of one of his brothers, the commander of the No.11 Legion.

What do you want him to do?
Could something happen?
Horus blinked his eyes, he felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness slowly welling up in his heart.

But in the end, he suppressed the feeling.

(End of this chapter)