40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 242 13. Moon Wolf Angel Raven Bat (5, [-]k)

"They say the children of Russ eat their dead enemies, and I'm telling you, that's nonsense, Corax."

Horus said this in a serious and serious tone, and he continued to talk.

"This is a pure rumor, tantamount to slander. I don't even know where this ridiculous rumor came from. Maybe it's because some mortals don't understand the savagery displayed by the wolves during the battle, so after the war I have weaved these words. There is always no shortage of such terrible stories in the empire, so I have been vigorously promoting the system of chroniclers."

"I want every company in my legion to be equipped with a chronicler. Mortals cannot understand us because they cannot walk with us. But these chroniclers can, with permission, come among us and record Our true appearance, and then send them back to mortals, so what is the gap left?"

The Corsonian breathed out a contented breath, the smile on his cheeks genuine and natural.Corvus Corax, who was sitting opposite him, was not very excited.

His black hair hung loosely in front of his forehead, and his pair of dark, agate-colored eyes contained not only a look of thought, but also an unmoved indifference.

Horus sighed inwardly.

The conversation had lasted for over an hour, and he had introduced Corax to many of the Primarchs and their Legions, but his young brother had remained less than interested.

Don't get me wrong, Corus Corax did listen carefully to Horus' words, but he rarely expressed his opinions and spoke only a handful of times.Furthermore, there was not much recognition in his eyes.

Especially when Horus talked about the differences between mortals, Astartes and even Primarchs, this indifference almost developed into a kind of disgust.Horus naturally didn't understand why his brother was like this, but he didn't intend to ask now.

There is ample time.

He thought about it and began to consider what topic to choose next.

Sanguinius's conversation with Khalil Lohars looked like it was not going to end yet, and he had to do his best to stabilize the situation before they came out of the back room.Furthermore, the Emperor's departure was also a problem.

Of course Horus had no idea what his father was going to do, but it must be important, so important that the Emperor even temporarily interrupted his conversation with Corax.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Corax.

The latter's skin was as dazzling as alabaster under the light at this moment, showing a warm and translucent texture. Horus could almost see his brother's cyan blood vessels through the skin.

This kind of alien appearance is rare in mortals, but it is almost not worth mentioning in the primarchs.

Horus laughed at his own thoughts.

He shook his head, sighed slightly self-deprecatingly, and deliberately said in a rough and low voice: "You are all like this, Corax."

"Ok?"

The alabaster statue looked over quizzically, the first time he had shown such emotion.

"It's nothing. I was just stymied by my own mediocrity for a moment." Horus said half-jokingly. "You see, Sanguinius has wings, Leon El'Jonson looks as majestic as a lion, and so do you. You have a strange beauty about you. What about me?"

Corax didn't speak, but silently cast his gaze on the top of Horus' head.

The Corsonian was startled for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.

"I thought you had no sense of humor, brother," Horus said gently after laughing. "It seems I was wrong."

"I do," Corax said. "It's just that I don't use it very often, using humor to tell a joke or play pranks on others is a dangerous behavior in my world. Most of the time."

He lowered his head and shook his head in an almost contemplative manner.Horus was very excited.

He finally succeeded in getting Corvus Corax to talk, which was not easy.However, everything is difficult at the beginning, and now that he has achieved this step, nothing will be able to prevent him from establishing a good relationship with Corax.

"How is it most of the time, brother?" Horus asked impatiently.

"Um"

Corax didn't start to reveal his feelings as he thought.He just started the silence with a dull nasal voice, and continued his narrative after a full dozen seconds.

In Horus's body sense, this period of time was almost like a few hours.

"I don't know how to tell you this." After silence, the black-eyed original body said hesitantly. "It's not something that should be told here."

Horus frowned uncontrollably.

He suddenly felt that his brother's voice sounded so sad and annoying at the moment, and his attitude made him want to grab his shoulders and shake him hard.

However, Horus still suppressed this unknown fire.He even took a few seconds to collect himself, chose a new topic, and decided to talk about it in a more relaxed tone.

He must have a good communication with Corax today. He wanted to find out what was haunting his brother's heart that made him appear so depressed during the long conversation between his brothers.

However, Horus did not get this opportunity.

The door to the back room was opened, and with the sound of machinery running, two giants walked out.

The bright red tears still remained on Sanguinius's face, spreading from under his eyes to his chin.It has faded, but it can still be caught at a glance.

The contrast between Sanguinius's skin and the tear was as stark as a blade across someone's neck, and it was hard not to notice.

Horus quickly put aside what he had been focusing on and gave the angel a worried look.Sanguinius smiled at him, and at this moment, the angel behaved as usual again.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Horus," Khalil said.His voice was quite calm, as natural as if nothing had happened just now. "And this Corvus Corax?"

The alabaster statue nodded silently, and Horus inevitably noticed that Corax looked a little strange at this moment.

"It is good to see a new Primarch return to the Imperium." Khalil's voice became gentler. "Ah, by the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. Please allow me to tell you my name. My name is Khalil Lohars, from Nostramo."

"You too--"

Corax glanced quickly at Sanguinius, or rather at the wings behind the angel.His voice was as soft as Khalil's, but his enunciation was clearer.

"—one of us?"

"No, I am not."

"But you're tall."

"My height is an acquired growth phenomenon under the influence of psychic energy. It is rare. In fact, I think I may be the only example in the entire galaxy." Khalil said thoughtfully.

In order to achieve a complete explanation, he even had to make up an uncommon phrase on the spot.Fortunately, the person he was explaining to was able to quickly understand the meaning of the word.

Corax nodded and said no more.At this moment, his attention was temporarily diverted to another thing.

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows and lightly fluttered his folded wings.He didn't feel offended, he was even used to it.

The angel smiled softly and spoke in a sweet voice: "My name is Sanguinius, brother."

"your wings"

"It's true," Sanguinius said. "I gotta tell you, though, they're pretty bulky."

"Does it allow you to fly?"

"Okay." The angel replied patiently.

Unconsciously, he used the patience of an elder when facing his younger generation.

If an ordinary elder brother faced a younger brother, there would be no problem doing this, but they were Primarchs after all.Horus, who was watching, couldn't help but sweat for Sanguinius.

The Corsonians remember all Primarchs as possessing a strong sense of self-respect.Even those who seem most nonchalant will argue with anyone who tries to express their opinion in an area of ​​expertise.

But Corax was not angry. "Thank you for your answer," said the alabaster statue. "In the past, when we launched uprisings, we always hoped to have help from the air. The sky is a place that most people don't look up to. I often think that if I can fly, maybe more people can be saved. Yu shed blood and died in the battle."

Sanguinius's expression turned serious.

What Corax said was different from some of his ideas - to this day, the Blood Angels have completely broken away from the barbaric and cruel state of darkness.However, before they became Blood Angels, they were monsters called Ghouls.

Markmaster Malcador even bluntly called the Ninth Legion the 'Ghost Legion'.This is less a sign of contempt or disdain than a clear description of the state of affairs.

At that time, the Ninth Legion would even be ostracized by other imperial forces, and even the logistics personnel were unwilling to provide them with weapons. These encounters were inseparable from the past style of the ghouls.

The wars they fought were all extremely bloody and atrocious, and could be called depravity and evil.Sanguinius spent a lot of energy trying to completely reverse this situation.

He was even willing to spend several years teaching the ghouls how to reclaim a planet without losing any blood.
Angel never shied away from bloodshed and sacrifice, but he wanted these things to be as rare as possible.

The less, the better.

"Indeed." Sanguinius approached Corax and held out his right hand to him. "But it's impossible to fight without bloodshed, what do you think, brother?"

Corax nodded slightly, a smile fleeting on his face.He held out his hand and shook Sanguinius's hand without much hesitation.Horus watched this scene silently, his expression a bit complicated, but he didn't say anything.

Standing beside them, Khalil took in everything without making any comments.He lowered his head slightly, and a flash of blue light that no one knew flashed across his eyes.
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"New recruit?"

Sevatar's contemplation was interrupted by an elegant and melodious voice. He looked up and saw a handsome face.Savita glanced at those blue eyes and nodded calmly.

"Your instructor only brought one recruit aboard the Emperor's Dream?" asked another person. His voice was very low and his words were heavy, almost like a hammer hitting an anvil.

Sevatar narrowed his eyes, restrained his harshness, and nodded to the man with a normal smile: "I joined the army not long ago, cousin, but I am not a new recruit."

"Please forgive Farkus, brother." The man who spoke first said sincerely. "He has always been like this, not very good at chatting with people, but he is not belittling you. In fact, the two of us are just curious about you. You look a little too young."

Savita raised her hand and touched her face, finally unable to bear it any longer.He bared his teeth and showed the man the smile commonly used by night blades at an angle of raising his head: "According to you, how many scars do I have to give myself?"

The man smiled.

"Okay." He shook his head with regret. "My name is Azkalon, from the Blood Angels. This is Farkus Kyber, from the Luna Wolves."

"I have long admired my name." Saiweita said without sincerity. "It's really flattering for me, a little recruit, to be able to stand with you two. Oh, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself? My name is Yago Severtarion, from the Midnight Blade."

Blood Angels and Luna Wolves looked at each other.

"What?" Sevita raised an eyebrow. "What does this mean?"

"Just a little surprised." Azkalon laughed again. "You have perfectly inherited the style of the Eighth Legion, Your Excellency Severtalion. You have always been like this. You are cruel and ruthless in tactics, and you will never be lenient to anyone in your daily life."

Farkus Kaibo nodded and mentioned a person who did not appear here in a dull voice.

"It's like Adebeman Basili. He was lying on a stretcher, almost choking on his own blood, but he could still spit out many curses and filthy words to insult your enemies."

He looked at Sevita, his eyes were level to a bit sharp, but his speech was very slow.

"Is he still alive?" Farkus Kebo asked.

Sevita was silent. He was not sure whether he should tell the truth - in other words, he didn't know whether Farkus Kaibo was happy to see Adbeman alive or wished he was dead.

"What do you think?" After a few seconds of silence, Sevita kicked the ball back lightly.

"My logic tells me that he can't die," Farkus Kebo said. "He's a tough guy"

"This is really a new statement, a tough one?"

"Gang terms," ​​Farkus explained calmly. "So, Severtarion, is he still alive?"

"He is alive and well, and is now the adjutant of the third company."

"Thank you for your answer." Farkus nodded. "If there is an opportunity, please tell him that Farkus Kaibo of the Luna Wolf hopes to continue our discussions with him."

"...I will," Saiveta said.

He couldn't help but start asking himself: What happened to these veterans?How come everyone is so able to provoke people from other legions?Logically speaking, didn't they always act alone at that time?

"So -" Azkalon took over. "——The time for small talk is over here. Your Excellency Severtarion."

"Ok?"

The Blood Angel gestured to him seriously: "You might want to stand up straighter."

His words were very tactful and confusing, but Savita immediately changed his stance. He straightened his back and naturally assumed a sharp posture like a saber.Immediately afterwards, a dense sound of footsteps came from the end of the spacious corridor of the Emperor's Dream.

Sevatar looked intently, and a group of shining golden colors shone brightly on his retinas.

The Nostramos felt their eye masks hurt for a moment - tens of seconds later, with the arrival of the golden-armored guards, the three Astartes standing in front of the conference room door stepped aside in unison. position, and lowered his head, showing extremely obvious respect.

There was no fool present. Everyone knew what it meant to see so many Custodes acting together on the Emperor's Dream.Savitar held his breath and lowered his head, feeling a shiver on his exposed skin.

The armor of the Imperial Guards clashed with each other, but no one spoke.A footstep sounded from behind them, getting closer and closer, and each step seemed to hit Sevita's heart heavily.

He lowered his head and clenched his teeth unconsciously, and the footsteps finally stopped at this moment.

"Keep your head up," said a voice. "You don't have to be so reserved all the time. What do you think of a warrior with his head hanging down?"

Sevatar raised his head quickly. He didn't need to turn his head to know the movements of the other two people - they raised their heads faster than he did.

His retinas captured a thousandth of a second later a giant among giants, undoubtedly taller and more dazzling than the Primarch.

A kind of majesty that was far better than perfection surged on his face. Although it was so majestic, Sevita felt a gentleness that should not appear in his gaze.He opened his mouth in shock, trying to say something, but the man had already nodded to them before he did.

"Azkalon, Farkus Kebo, and you, Yago Severtarion."

"You know my name?!" Savita heard a voice that was both shocked and surprised. This voice came from Azkalon, who had always behaved with ease.

"Why should I not know?" said the Emperor, who seemed to be smiling, but who seemed not to.Then, he turned around and called another name.

"Pull." He spoke calmly. One syllable and one simple movement revealed supreme majesty, making people unconsciously try to obey.

Savita almost changed his name on the spot, but he still had some sense and knew that the voice was not calling him.A Custodian walked out from behind the Emperor, with red tassels floating above his head.He looked at his master, silently awaiting orders.

"Take these three warriors to the rest room and let them rest for a while. Next, I will spend a long time with my son and friends, and I don't want them to waste their energy here."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sevatar and the other two just followed the forbidden soldier and left here. He passed by the Lord of Humanity, his fingers trembling.Behind him, the Emperor's gaze was distant and meaningful, but it did not last long.

The owner of the ship quickly retracted his gaze, opened the door and walked into the conference room.

　I coded all night and had a low-grade fever all night, and my efficiency was very low.

　　I slept for too long during the day and couldn't fall asleep. Now I go back to sleep and make up for the rest when I wake up.I calculated, yesterday I owed 6, and today it is [-], adding up to [-], which means there is still a shortfall of [-].

　　I hope I can finish it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)