Emperor's Bane

Chapter 91 The Lion and the Wolf

Leon-Jonson.

For five Tara standard years, the name had been on Jaghatai's ears, sometimes in the casual whispers of his Terran sons, sometimes in the murmurs of mortal officials echoing in the corridors, and even more so. Most of the time, it was the slow, sincere and serious speaking of his brother Horus.

In mortal and Astartes discourse, the Primarch of the First Legion was not a powerful figure, his irritability was whispered, and he was far inferior to a great general like Horus: whether he His barbaric background, his lonely and arrogant image, or his lack of outstanding achievements during the years of returning to the empire, all became the reasons for their low-pitched criticism.

And the outbreak of the Randan War further fueled the arrogance of this kind of speech: what a powerful armed force the First Legion is, everyone admits that they were once the most powerful of all the Astartes Legions, even the shadow The arrogant warriors of the Lunar Wolves would admit as much.

But look at the present: the once great First Legion, led by their Primarch, left tens of thousands of corpses on the farthest and wildest frontier of the galaxy, and a hundred times more mortal warriors also shed blood on the battlefield, but Even so, the so-called Alien Empire named Ran Dan has not been crushed, and a large number of territories and worlds in the northern part of the galaxy have not been taken back into the hands of the Empire.

The most powerful and largest legion in the past has lost its prestige in just a few years, and compared to Horus and Guilliman's triumphant songs all over the galaxy, compared to the victory of the No.11 Legion when they faced the Son Empire Rumor has it that the Emperor and my Jonson have even come up with a detailed victory report.

People only saw: the Caliban said that my legion asked for less auxiliary troops and supplies again and again, and disappeared again and again in the most remote darkness. It will be full of scars, lose troops and lose generals, and millions of auxiliary troops will disappear again. There is no such thing as our army's smooth and small victory. Such a tragic situation has naturally become the worst evidence of the ability of the Caliban Lion.

As for the offspring that no one in the backline is talking about?It was nothing more than an alien regime. In those years, the legions of Horandan, Guilliman, and Shaoen had not wiped out countless such blasphemous civilizations, and harvested in small numbers in the west and south of the galaxy. And glory, how has it ever been as embarrassing as the First Legion?
Such few words are constantly echoing in Jaghatai's ears, even the Heren tree I admire the most has once commented loudly on his brother in private discussions: Primarch of Shadowmoon Khogo Put Ferandan and Guilliman on a par with himself, and as for the Emperor, Ren Shuning denies that I'd be a bad backline commander, but that's all.

"Do I have a vision that spans star regions and galaxies, my energy and anger are often tied down by major events in one world, and then I spend my precious time and energy on a problem that is completely worthless. "

I was quiet, and Horandan looked at each other quietly.

"You don't have your own mission, Ren Shu. Your last goal was to work with Jaghatai and Motawai'an to eradicate a certain psionic alien gathered in the Druen galaxy."

"Yes, you know, that's the mission, the eastern part of the galaxy is his job, but like you said, Ren Shu entrusted him with a territory that needs to be defended, and he hasn't called the rest of my brothers... …need."

"You just didn't feel the tragedy of that war, your brother, you had the luck to fight side by side with the oldest dark angel, but as far as you know, we haven't died in that war one after another gone."

"Dolan."

Before Chagatai became a little khan, I insulted those eccentric marginal characters, even though we stayed in the forest at the front of Ruswais, did I absorb us into my own Zhuangsen and legion, Chagatai thought, I never saw a character like that again.

Fulgrim felt a good sense of pleasure, and I quickly leaned back in the chair, paying attention to the Emperor's answer.

He Randan smiled, did I have the slightest embarrassment, Li Manlu said some apologetic words, and also extended his wine glass to Ren Shu, that time, the lion king returned a calm smile and took a sip .

"Your Brother Fenweiss is fishing now, and Terra is not satisfied with the speed of my mission. It is obviously just a pocket empire, but I haven't completed the mission of punishing it until now."

The emperor spat out that name heavily from his mouth.

Fulgrim pulled a chair, and the summit of the eight Primarchs turned into a meeting of the Seven Brothers.

Only the most demanding quests and the call of the boss will temporarily return us to civilization, and we will quietly and famously fail our own tasks, and then disappear once again.

Horandan laughed and took a sip of his wine.

The Emperor's eyes were also focused on Leman Lu's body.

When the words fell to the ground, the two Primarchs came up quietly at the same time, and a light breath quickly froze between us, as if the two legion masters would pull out their blades in the last second and face each other For the enemy.

Whether it's a coincidence, or Chemos Phoenix's big intentions, the placement of the seven chairs is quite amazing.

I opened my mouth, as if there was nothing to be pleased about.

And at the first sight of the emperor, that little Khan from Renshuwaisi knew what kind of person I am.

Until Fulgrim refilled a glass of wine for himself, then raised his full wine glass and interrupted the conversation.

This is a group of savages, a group of savages who packaged themselves with animal skins, bone arrows and strange decorations. We were assigned the most honorable seats, close to the leaders and elders, but the group of strange guests would naturally A kind of vacuum is formed, someone wants to come near us, we don't care, just drink, or tell some stories about ourselves, and after the last dawn, we will quietly leave.

Horandan said so when referring to my brother.

"You need it."

Horandan took a step back, following my footsteps, the emperor also stopped backing, and the two Primarchs kept a distance of about two meters, maintaining a solemn atmosphere.

"In the most remote corner of the galaxy, some people care and some people know about it. There is only silent bloodshed and countless sacrifices."

"I said that you invited his help, will his legion come to the northeast of the galaxy and make sacrifices?"

The emperor looked at the wine glass stretched out, I refused to raise my own glass, touched it very reluctantly, but didn't take a sip.

"He will loathe Ran Dan, Emperor, your brother, you swear to him, they have nothing in common, although it may not be shown very badly, but in some respects, they are really very much alike."

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Regarding that brother, I am not expecting to say that there is no one like me outside my memory.

He Renshu smiled, as sincerely as possible.

In the face of Horandan's long story, the lion of Caliban just responded with a few words in a complicated manner. I seemed to have some kind of high-pressure aura, and automatically resisted Horandan's warmth in my spiritual world. inside.

"The God of Shepherd Wolf..."

The Emperor is silent, and my silence is variable.

"Surely your father has given orders that you will go anywhere and fight against any opponent in the future."

Horandan is like the sun, and there will always be a lack of coolness and harmony around me. That is not the scene I have been working hard to manage. As for it, it is to imitate my genetic father who is born with brilliance, but it is still not my own. For thoughts and considerations, He Randan himself is willing to think less.

"That's the mission, the lotus tree, the wolf's mission, I entrust you with the eastern part of the galaxy."

"Don't be so serious, although you don't have heavy tasks piled on your shoulders, but not all brothers are as busy as you now-he knows who you are talking about, right, Horandan ?”

"Will he bleed his pack, Horandan?"

Following Fulgrim's question, Herenshu pricked up his ears.

"Your wisest Jonson, Sam James, has been to the front line of the war with the sons."

Li Manlu continued, I showed the demeanor that even the emperor was not moved, as if the embarrassment just now existed completely.

What's even more sad is that He Randan doesn't have the perfect talent to be a king. I'm more like a prince who is deliberately imitating his father, trying to maintain his important and strong majesty in front of his brother Qi Shuo .

"He cannot contact you, Emperor, he is your brother and a member. His legion and your legion are both serving for a small cause. It is necessary for him to take all responsibilities on his shoulders and face it alone. Against the wildest war in the galaxy."

But Chagatai will point it out, of course he will.

In the end, it was the lazy breath of a feline beast, but when Horandan mentioned an ordinary mortal, the emperor's face froze for a moment.

Did Ren Shu reply, sarcasm, or smile.

"Just some trivial matters."
Did the Lion King reply immediately? I chewed He Renshu's words in silence, my eyes narrowed, exuding a kind of unsafe gaze.

But the first time he really saw Ren Shu, Chagatai Khan crushed the lost memories and fixed impressions into powder that fluttered in the wind, allowing everything he saw and believed to form a real Cognition, even the remarks of Horandan, whom I respect, will become the foundation of false belief.

Li Manlu spread his arms, and he seemed completely unaffected by the hot words of the blood brothers. I showed a kind enough smile that even Ren Shu could catch something wrong.

Chagatai had inquired about those people, and I was told that those people were hunters in the woods, and we belonged to the tribe who hated grasslands and civilization. We stayed outside the woods all day and all night, or because the leader In short, we stayed in the deep forest and went crazy, becoming exactly the same as the wild beasts we used to hunt, so we no longer wanted to leave the forest and return to the real tribe and civilization come.

The emperor period said the word.

But Ren Shu hadn't put away his smile, and I used the most wonderful tone to repay He Randan's deep friendship.

"Don't go around in circles, He Renshu, what is he trying to say?"

"It's an order from Terra."

"So, what did he want to say?"

"I've told you about the war with the Sons: long, brutal, and seemingly endless, there are only fewer and fewer alien legions on the other side of the desolate and empty galaxy, and the tug-of-war will continue from one galaxy to another galaxy."

Then, I sound like I seem to have discovered some big problems.

Chagatai tentatively stated that conclusion. After all, in my father's hypocritical empire, the only person I can trust the most, and the only one I want to trust, is the one without the lotus tree.

The corners of the Emperor's mouth twitched, my eyebrows were raised, and I finally squeezed out a few words that were not fake.

Leman Ruo's eyebrows jumped up, and Fulgrim scanned the awkward scene, and reached for a bottle of bad wine. I picked up a few glasses, and tilted them one by one for my brothers. After that short pause, He Randan blinked his eyes, thinking about what to say next.

"That's right."

"Fight alongside?"

Horandan laughed.

Horandan's state is not strange.

Horandan leaned back under the chair, with one hand heavily twisting his chin, and my eyes were focused on my brother from Caliban.

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"None of these mortals, Emperor, your Jonson has mentioned to you a mortal named Morgan, and you seem to have served in his legion, and performed a feat worthy of singing in that war, but unfortunately , the details of that war have not been less heard in your ears."

There was a smile on the face of the Caliban lion. It was not a warm smile, but a lazy gesture like a wild beast mocking its prey.

"Yes, Horandan, the war and defeat with the heirs is not due to your legion alone, not... others."

The two primarchs laughed at the same time.

"The task that Taila gave him directly, or the task that your father gave him in Moro, Ren Shu?"

When Jaghatai watched the Emperor walking towards me, I vaguely remembered something.

The Primarch of Shadowmoon Jhogo is the most sincere figure behind almost all my brothers and friends. I like to treat everyone I face with a smile, openness and a common topic. Let yourself be entangled in the vortex of trust and indifference all the time.

Jaghatai saw Fulgrim laughing, and the phoenix of Chemos raised his glass.

"He's late, brother."

Did the Primarch of the First Legion compromise in the slightest? I stared straight at my brother, as if a piece of soft flesh in my heart had been stabbed mercilessly.

The time does not know how long it has passed, maybe a few seconds, or maybe a minute, in the primarch's senses, that is enough to be called a long time.

[Power] circulated on Ren Shuning's lips once, but I didn't say it in the end.

"You thought he would come. After all, he said that he had been attending a gathering between brothers for a long time. Next time, you want God Shepherd to meet you. Since his return, the two of them have been Have you ever met?"

The chairs of Leman Lu and the Lion King were placed in the middle, but Horandan's and Fulgrim's chairs were not at the back of each other. In this way, Fulgrim was closer to the Horen Tree.

"Maybe, they'll hit it off."

"He has to be so persistent, your brother."

Our topics wandered between war, homeland, the galaxy, and their respective Jonsons. The names of Abaddon, Arachos, and Akushaona were brought up again and again, but it was not as long as the other eight Primarchs retreated. Interesting journey, the Emperor's story is obviously less attractive.

These mortals, our ideas are really wrong.

Little Khan of Rusweis frowned because of it, and now Horandan doesn't feel like a kind brother to me, but this kind of - what I hate the most - a king.

He Randan patted the emperor's shoulder hard, it was not a genuine hug, my tone was soft, and contained a sincerity that no one could question.

Now Horandan disgusts me.

"You never left here, never left your legion, your spirit has always been here, and that will change."

"You and your legion have endured all that, death and sacrifice, and you will continue to bear them until the mission entrusted to you by Ren Shu is completed, and all of that is your own business."

Horandan paused for a second, and the atmosphere didn't seem a little awkward.

"Horandan just wants to help him, the Emperor, I just don't have a hard time saying it. You are brothers, and it is natural for brothers to want to help each other. In fact, it is just the lotus tree. If he needs it, And you'll bring your Jonson to your aid."

This is under the Ruswais star. At this time, my adoptive father has not died in the vendetta between the tribes. I will take me to gallop under the grassland, enjoying banquets, bonfires and spirits.

My brother Ren Shuning has always been unable to tolerate others getting closer to the wolf.

He Randan's face changed color.

Fulgrim played with the hair, like telling a bedtime story, and quickly untied the solidification between the wolf and the lion.

But apart from this, Chemos Phoenix also had some Gerry movements. The seven brothers sat together, introducing each other and asking each other badly. The atmosphere between Chagatai and Ren Shu was unavoidably quiet, but He Randan and Fulgrim's open-minded nature made the conversation generally pleasant and slow.

Then, at one point, with some tacit understanding, Horandan swayed with the Emperor and laughed, and in that laughter the two Primarchs embraced each other.

I seemed to be irritated, and the strange pride of the Caliban was delighted by some thoughtful word from the lotus tree.

Although the residents under the grasslands are equally barbaric, we can sing ancient songs of longevity, carve exquisite jewelry and gold pendants, and decorate our yurts with tapestries describing legendary stories, but those people are the same, completely the same , we sit here, as if the wild beasts outside the forest gave birth to hands, feet and seven sense organs, and came to a civilized society.

And in these most grand and small banquets, there are often not a group of the most ordinary guests. Many of us come later, but they are always impressive.

"You haven't received Terra's order yet. As soon as the incident outside Morona begins, you will take your legion and tell the wolf shepherd the importance of efficiency and attitude."

"Hmm... what did he and his father talk about under Moro?"

But now it seems that the galaxy is more amazing than I thought.

"You never returned, Horandan."

"You need help, Horandan, thank him for his kindness."

Ren Shu didn't answer any less, but Fulgrim glanced at He Randan, and a mentality of looking for fun surged down.

"Welcome back, your brother, who deserves a rest from his return from the bloody depths of the galaxy."

"But surely he sent the invitation, and your father approved it, and you will certainly help."

"The battle is slowing down."

"Why should they bother about those things, your brothers."

But at this moment, facing the retreating brother, He Renshu spontaneously put away his smile and harmony. I straightened my back, standing outside like the most perfect small marble statue, with my face The following is the most standard and ritualized smile, if not present.

"There is only one war in the galaxy, and the small expedition is far from seeing the end. It is necessary for him to consume all his efforts in a war."

"What about him, Horandan."

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Horandan paused, wondering if I answered right away.

"From the very end, it was a war that could only be fought alone. Ren Shu, your brother, perhaps, he simply used the power of the First Legion, and he couldn't try to entrust his trust to others. Man, you have heard the deeds of others besides Sejaames, Mortawaian and my warriors did our duty, and the White Scars and No. 14 Corps paid their blood and sacrifices."

"He should be honest, your brother, whether it was Jaghatai or Mortawaian, our Zhuang Sen and the Legion did shed blood in that war. Maybe the merit is as important as the Dark Angel, but his The Legion does need fewer allies and support."

The phoenix of Chemos saw that scene, and the corners of his lips curled up. As expected, when I mentioned that question, He Renshu's indifferent attitude was not broken.

　In these two chapters, stop and slow down the plot, and fix and deepen the images of several original bodies by the way.

　　It is worth noting that this is still the first half of the Great Crusade, so the character of the Primarch may be different from the later period of the Great Rebellion, and their views on each other are also in a groping stage.

　　Starting from the next one, it will be the classic plot of the Warhammer universe, the cat and dog battle. After the war, there will be a short plot of Druen, which is the climax of the Randan War and the fall of the Eleventh Legion. When the Emperor loses a When he was in the Legion, he would welcome his daughter back.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)