40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 238 9. Moon Wolf Angel Raven Bat ([-])

"How long will it take?" a deep voice asked, with a slight hint of complaint in his words.It is almost unnoticeable, even to the most observant and sensitive people.

But
"Are you complaining, my dear brother?" The painter holding the brush couldn't help laughing.

There were only two candles burning in the studio, but there was still plenty of light.Of course, this credit cannot be attributed to the two scented oil candles. In fact, most of the light is emitted by the painter himself.

His skin was as white as burning, and the golden radiance gently emanated from his long, silky hair and the wings on his back, caressing the air and making everything else beautiful and shining.

"I thought you already knew it when you promised me." The painter shrugged and said.

"what do you know?"

"It will take us a lot of time to know this." The painter chuckled. "Of course, if you want to rest for a while, I will have a recliner brought to you. You can sleep on it for a while, I guarantee you it will be very comfortable."

"A chair that fits my body shape?"

"I also take rest on weekdays, brother." The painter shook his head in disapproval. "What do you think I am? A Kamalas frozen toothfish that sleeps once a year?"

The model sighed, but still laughed because of the painter's sense of humor.

"No, forget it. Most of the furniture built for you needs to accommodate your wings. I still like to have a solid and reliable touch on my back when lying down, rather than two hollow supports."

The painter raised his eyebrows and put down his brush.It is undoubtedly a beautiful work of art, with relief carvings throughout. The warm ivory white and gilt make the brush look solemn and beautiful, exactly like its owner.

Yes beautiful.

Although I don't like to use this cliché to describe the painter himself, what other words can describe him?
What other words can describe Sanguinius more intuitively?
"I have to say, I'm a little hurt by your words." Sanguinius frowned slightly, pretending to be serious. "Horus, I remember saying many times what an impact these wings have had on me in my life."

"But this does not prevent it from being helpful to you." The original body known as Horus said with a slight smile.

Compared to his brothers, he is not that handsome.He has no hair, a bald head. Under his broad and resolute forehead is a pair of friendly eyes, which are dark green and mixed with a little brown.

The smile on this face made people feel gentle, but after a brief smile, he also pretended to have a solemn expression, which was quite tacit.

"However, if I have offended you, I will apologize to you." Horus said loudly, and he even bowed slightly to show his sincerity. "So, did I offend you, brother?"

He raised his head slightly and looked at Sanguinius.

The latter sighed, lowered his head slightly, and adjusted his hairstyle: "You really know how to laugh at people, Horus."

"When have I ever said anything to mock you?"

"Yeah, you didn't say that." The angel winked mockingly. "You're just turning them into physical actions - OK, stop saying that."

Horus nodded clearly, and in perfect agreement, he and Sanguinius wiped away the smiles on their faces, and started a new topic.

"What do you think of the conversation between father and Corax?" Sanguinius stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked around the room that belonged only to him on the Red Tear.

The angel's gait is quite easy and natural, like that of the best dancer or the deadliest warrior.Horus stared at his brother intently, pondering the meaning behind these words.

After a few seconds, which was considered a long time for the Primarch to think, he answered.

"It's been a long time," Horus said. "However, Corax seems to be a person who is not good at words, and father, you also understand his character most of the time. If they want to get along well, it will definitely take some time."

"Indeed." Sanguinius lowered his head in thought. "Horus."

He raised his head and glanced at his brother with a strange look in his eyes, saying nothing more than calling Horus by name.Obviously, he wanted to say something.Horus didn't say anything, just waited silently.

After a while, he told a story in a softer tone that Horus had never heard before, repaying Horus' previous silence.

"I was flying to see him," said the angel. "I still remember the throbbing when I stretched my back muscles, and I also remember that I flew over many sand dunes that day. The feeling of flying is not as good as you think, Horus."

"Yes, it's great to be able to break free from the constraints of gravity, but responsibility doesn't disappear like gravity. I can't remember how long I spent looking for him. All I remember is that when I landed, he wasn't there He greeted me as soon as he opened his mouth."

"It didn't sound like a voice, it was more like."

Sanguinius pondered again.

His room contains many precious works of art.There are solitary works by artists, as well as statues or paintings created by Blood Angels Legionnaires.From beginner's work to masterpieces, everything is included.

The name of the creator is placed in a gold-plated box next to the work. Every word was written by Sanguinius himself. There is no need to say how much he cherishes it.They surrounded Sanguinius, but none could match his brilliance.

He is the most eye-catching treasure in this room.Horus nodded slowly and continued his brother's words: "It's more of your own feeling, isn't it?"

Sanguinius looked up in surprise, but immediately smiled sheepishly.

"Yes, how could I forget?" Angel shook his head mockingly. "You've spent more time with him than we have."

"Are you trying to express something to me calmly?" Horus raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, come on, brother, don't start at this time."

"Start what?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Sanguinius said seriously.

Horus finally couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay. Go on."

The angel looked at him helplessly, trying to recall the feeling when he was just meditating, but he could no longer grasp it.

He sighed softly and said: "He called me son, primarch, general, part of the great cause. He told me everything, but do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Horus said nothing, but encouraged Sanguinius to continue with his eyes.

"Fear," the angel whispered. "He did not hide his thoughts from me, he showed me everything. A legion, a thousand glory, endless victories across the stars."

"But I can see more, Horus, you know. I can always see more. I also see the shadows cast by the statues of victory, and within them the cries of the countless dead. Call."

"But you still agreed." Horus said with a firm tone. "Everything has its price, brother."

"Yes, but the price I promised him was actually because he promised me." Sanguinius finally smiled again. "I went to meet him with the intention of never compromising or giving in. This was a father-son conversation, but it was also a transaction."

"Because of this, the conversation between me and him didn't last long. However, according to my understanding, my experience was an exception. I was worried that the time he spent would lead to not very good results."

"Maybe it's even counterproductive?" Horus asked.

"Yes."

Horus Luperkar smiled slowly.

"Don't worry, brother." He laughed. "Father will take care of everything, anything, anything - Sanguinius?"

The angel stood there, staring blankly ahead.The focus of his gaze was not on any point in the room, but on something further away.Horus frowned and turned to follow Sanguinius's gaze, but he only saw the walls and paintings.

He strode to Sanguinius' side, looked at him worriedly, and stopped calling.A few minutes later, Sanguinius emerged from the state as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He gasped softly and his wings vibrated unconsciously.The wind roared, causing the painting board to collapse, and the paint spilled all over the floor, gradually mixing into a shocking black on the bright red carpet.

"What's wrong, Sanguinius?" Horus asked worriedly.

The angel didn't answer, and for a moment, his face seemed to become a mask.There was no trace of the gentleness behind those eyes, only a coldness.A few minutes passed before he began to answer Horus's words.

"I saw—" Sanguinius paused for a moment. "—I don't know how to describe to you what I saw, Horus."

He frowned, thinking, and broke away from Horus's hand, and began to pace again. Sanguinius was obviously deep in thought.

Horus did not speak, but stayed silent with him through this difficult moment, even though he actually knew nothing about the current situation.He observed Sanguinius's expression, trying to find any possible clues, but found nothing.

In fact, Sanguinius's musings were quite private, showing no outward emotion.Twenty minutes later, the angel just breathed a sigh of relief and came out of that daunting state.

"I apologize to you." The first thing he did was apologize to Horus. "Sorry, Horus, I'm just... a little shocked."

Horus nodded silently.

Sanguinius pursed his lips and turned to look at the long porthole of the studio.In that dark, dead vacuum, his gaze was long and distant.

"He is coming," the angel of Baal whispered softly in the language of his homeland. "It was as dark as I could see."

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