Chapter 173 Oh! He Believed It!

When the reassuring Sejanus and the ridiculous Torgadon arrived side by side on the top deck of the Vengeful Spirit, they happened to see how Abaddon gradually manipulated Hercules. Kurt dragged him to the arena.

Ezekel's face was filled with an extremely happy smile. When he received permission from his genetic father and another Primarch, he happily dragged away the son of Morgan who was obsessed with his job. : The expression on his face is that of a merry wild dog dragging the carcass of a dead deer.

"Look at that body~"

The two Luna Wolves stood far away, keeping a seemingly safe distance from their shameful brother, but this did not prevent Togaton from whispering in admiration.

"He is probably almost as tall as the original body. I think his arms can even pinch a green-skinned warboss to death. If you look at his thighs, they are almost as thick as my waist."

"Throne, how does he look like...it is said that he is just a new recruit?"

"He's not really a new recruit. At the very least, he fought the war with Ran Dan from beginning to end."

"That's not really a recruit. I remember his name is Hector?"

"Yes, Hector, from the second fleet of the second legion, that unit can always do some ruthless things and show effects on the battlefield. You should be a little more careful about our friendly forces, Tariq, I I remember that his reputation spread a few years ago.”

Sejanus's words echoed gently in the empty corridor, and around him were a dazzling array of works of art: those marble statues were worshiped by the mortal artists attached to the Luna Wolves Legion. Carving and praising the majestic appearance of Horus and his descendants in exchange for the qualification to continue to participate in this mythical Great Crusade.

Some Luna Wolves will be extremely addicted to these exquisite records. They will toss and turn for the most suitable posture to be recorded, scolding the craftsman over and over again to start over, but Sejanus never cares. These things: Although he, like Abaddon, is a great warrior among the Luna Wolf Legion, his achievements are second only to Horus.

"At that time, their most famous newcomer was not Dilumdu, the guy who could kill a fortress by himself. But I heard that his ability to cooperate in combat was amazing. No matter who he cooperated with, he could win in the end. A complete disaster.”

"Yes, Asimander and I have reacted to this, but I still have to tell you, my dear Tariq, it is not a good thing to speak ill of someone behind their back, especially when that person's genetic mother is now so far away We’re less than ten meters away.”

Tarik-Torgadon exhaled a big breath, and he didn't take Sejanus's condemnation to heart at all.

"It's really interesting. Obviously the Primarch doesn't look that tall, but there are always some monsters among her descendants, whether it's Diarmuid or Hector..."

"...Tell me, who is stronger between the two of them?"

"I don't care about the answer to this question, Tariq. Strength and weakness can never be decided without any basis. The outcome of a battle can be affected by too many things... Well, but I think he must Not as handsome as Diarmui."

Hector's solemn and regular face came to Sejanus' mind. This Morgan's beloved son was actually not bad in appearance, but when Sejanus compared his appearance with Diarmuid's, after……

Shake his head.

There's no comparison at all.

"Tsk, that's true."

On the other side, Tariq recalled his past experiences with the same words and couldn't help but nodded seriously.

"Diarmuid's face, even if it were placed on the Emperor's Children or the Blood Angels, would be impressive, not to mention that boy is so good at hitting, although I don't think he can actually hit me. "

Sejanus curled his lips. He did not respond to these boring words. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Abaddon and Hector: these two big guys were arguing and almost disappeared at the end of the corridor. Now, it seems that Ezekiel can't wait to once again compete with the characters of the Second Legion in the arena: for the past few decades, this has been the favorite activity of the beloved son of Horus.

He wasn't worried that Abaddon would lose: the Terran veterans of the second regiment were indeed terrifying, but if Abaddon couldn't defeat a newcomer with better talent, then his more than seventy-year career as a warrior would be really terrible. Leman Russ.

Besides, even if it really can't be defeated, isn't there still the invincible Terminator Armor?

"It looks like our little Ezekiel has finally found his beloved little bone again."

Togaton's sneer lingered in Sejanus's ears.

"I remember that he used to like this kind of fighting game, and he also developed a wrestling association in the Second Legion?"

"Yes, but this association has been disbanded now. After all, those martial lunatics who are willing to accompany him to go crazy are all members of the Fifth Fleet. They have been lost in the subspace storm for a long time."

"Ah, you said that, I remembered that group of lunatics from the Second Regiment. It is said that they are more terrifying in battle than the previous ghouls and the current war dogs. If you can use a chain saw axe, you must not use a chain. Sawsword, if you can use a chainsword, you definitely don’t need a bolt gun..."

As he said that, Togaton couldn't help but look forward.

There, his genetic father Horus was sharing the top observation deck on the [Vengeful Spirit] with the Primarch Morgan of the Second Legion. They were very close, leaning on the specially reinforced On the railing, there were bursts of laughter.

The Wolf Shepherd God had obviously reached an interesting stage of conversation. He was smiling and raising one of his hands, proudly showing off the old gold ring on his hand, and enjoying the indifferent smile of his blood relative. And there is a trace of envy and desire in the blue pupils that is not easy to detect.

"Our Lord Horus is showing off his Sagittarius again."

Togaton laughed.

"Every time he meets a new original body, he will do this once, but think about it, if I were him, I would definitely do this once to every brother."

Sejanus also smiled, but he just snorted slightly. At this time, his eyes were traveling on Morgan: Although he and Morgan had known each other for a long time and had a genuine friendship, but with a Looking at her from a perspective that requires respect, you can still see something different.

Compared to his genetic father, and even compared to other primarchs in his memory, this Ms. Morgan inevitably looks a little too thin. Anyone's first reaction to her will remain on the scale of "weak" and "gentle". ] and other words: These words may not mean much in themselves, but they are not suitable to describe a Primarch.

It seems that the Lord of the Second Legion may fall into some rumors about her strength in the future, but Sejanus maintains a rare calmness: he remembers very clearly that in his In contrast to the Gene Father, the skin that looks weak hides a monster named [Soul Drinker].

Soul Drinker.

These three words alone represent the danger and power of the legion: when the Randan War was in full swing, Horus briefly discussed the strength of the Soul Drinkers with his Council of Four Kings. .

At that time, no one knew the identity of Morgan's original body, but despite this, based on the intelligence circulated at the time and their own deductions, the Luna Wolves still came to a very terrifying conclusion:

With the fighting power displayed by the [Soul Drinkers], if the Luna Wolves Legion did not have Horus to control the formation and successfully execute the beheading at the first opportunity, then their casualties would most likely be... [Unacceptable] level.

Thinking about it now, if Morgan is the same psionic original as Magnus, then this inference is extremely accurate: beneath that seemingly weak and gentle beauty, it is enough to destroy legions, kingdoms and worlds. , the most terrible natural disaster.

Anyone who underestimates her, anyone who is deceived by her appearance and smile, will pay an unimaginable price.

Thinking of this, Sejanus even glanced at his smiling genetic father with some concern, but soon he shook his head and dispelled his confusion.

The Shepherd God is not one of those mediocre people.

Sejanus thought.

At this moment, he heard Togaton's sincere confusion.

"If you think about it carefully, it's actually quite interesting, Sejanus."

"The Primarch of the Second Legion in front of us is actually not very similar to many of the soldiers of the Second Legion we know. Haven't you noticed?"

A few rays of light flashed across Sejanus' pupils.

"The Primarch and his descendants may not actually have more similarities. The close relationship between Tarik, Lord Horus and us is just an extra kind of luck. That's why we have lucky people like Amancid." .”

"Besides, do you think about Sanguinius?"

"Before Sanguinius returned, who would have thought that the bloodthirsty and notorious ghoul army would have such a genetic father?"

"That's true."

Togaton nodded.

"To tell you the truth, when I first saw Baal, I was actually quite surprised. That kind of place could still be inhabited by people, and could still have the inherited civilization and wine. Our Lord Sanguinius could survive in such a windy sand Now that I think about it, I am surprised that someone who grew up in hell could become such a flawless being."

"Cthunia isn't much better, have you forgotten? But our genetic father grew up there, and you and I grew up there too."

"That's true... According to this, good men can come out of poor mountains and poor waters?"

"It has nothing to do with that."

Sejanus once again looked at the two primarchs who were chatting happily: Your Majesty, except Lord Sanguinius, his genetic father has never been able to talk to a blood relative he just met. To this point.

"I think that a person's growth does not entirely depend on the environment, but more on his own will and strength."

"Of course it is possible for a bad person to emerge from a purgatory-like place, or an unlucky person whose brains have been burnt out by ambition."

"But in a place like a fairyland, those who come out of it may not necessarily be good people, but maybe... more cunning evil people?"

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[Cthonia in your mouth is like purgatory, Horus, but this makes me feel like my home planet is like a fairyland. 】

Horus and his gentle blood relative leaned forward and leaned on the railing, chatting casually about their respective affairs.

The Wolf God did not immediately lead the topic to matters such as the empire or the war of the Great Expedition. He used a happy tone, starting from Morgan's heartfelt praise, and passionately told about his and his legion's experiences. Glorious History: A large part of it recalls in detail the thirty years he spent fighting alongside the Emperor.

He went through his past events one by one, from when he was retrieved by the Emperor in Cthonia, to how the Lord of Mankind fought side by side with him in Rilis, watching and helping each other, and then to those more famous Battle...

The Wolf God used a long series of metaphors and examples to talk about his home planet and the planet-level gang wars. He also did not forget to show off his most outstanding children: before they became a Luna Wolf , they are powerful enough to make a name for themselves in the world.

However, Morgan discovered a very interesting situation: Although the Shepherd God talked endlessly about his memories of his home planet, he did not mention a word about his experiences and past on his home planet, just like Horu Si's entire life began when the Emperor found him.

But Morgan did not ask this question. When Horus enthusiastically told his various experiences and memories, the Primarch of the Second Legion just made himself a quiet and simple listener.

She rarely even spoke, but responded to Horus's words with the ever-changing colors in her pupils. The tighter the corners of her mouth were, the brighter the yearning for legends and stories in her eyes became.

All this certainly did not escape Horus's eyes, and the Wolf-god evidently noticed this in his smile.

On the first day he formally recognized his blood relatives, Horus came to such an important conclusion.

His sister may appear to be a somewhat reserved and reserved person on the outside, but her heart also has a burning fire and a fire of passion. They were captured by the keen senses of the Wolf Goddess through her eyes, which were the windows to her soul.

This is not an easy thing, because his sisters are still not used to looking at him until now. Thinking of this, Horus will laugh without any malice.

While observing patiently, he saw a vague brilliance shining in Morgan's blue pupils, which was the light refracted by the thick ice layer gradually melting after being touched by the sun.

It is a kind of desire and envy for great achievements, a yearning and anxiety for legendary experiences, and the recognition of the unique, noble, and powerful genetic primarch who accomplished all of this: Horus himself, and contains a desire to explore him further.

Horus could no longer adapt to these gazes and emotions: whenever he reunited with a brother and told these legendary stories, such longing would always be in their pupils.

Even a Primarch would be fascinated by the almost limitless future and possibilities behind these stories.

As each blood relative of Horus is inherently different, their reactions to these stories are also different.

The Wolf God still remembered how when the Phoenix of Phoenicia heard about the most legendary and gorgeous war victories, he stood proudly in front of Horus, and with the firmest words, swore that he would do the same Get the same glory and splendor.

Horus also remembered how Jaghatai Khan's beard swayed when he heard these stories. The Great Khan of the Fifth Legion did not seem to be interested in those historic victories. He focused more on Focus on powerful opponents and the challenges of war itself.

But what impressed the Wolf God the most was the archangel of Baal: Sanguinius just sat in his seat, stroking his wings boredly, and the archangel listened to these stories, as if listening to him Like the everlasting cold winds on the mother planet, there is no slight fluctuation for these infinite glory and victory.

Thinking about it now, this even made Horus feel frustrated.

However, in Morgan's case, her reaction was completely different from that of the three primarchs: the Spider Queen's response to Horus's words was perhaps the one that made the Wolf God the happiest.

When Horus's eyes followed his words and passed across Morgan's face seemingly inadvertently, he would clearly find that his sister was interested in him.

Just like a young child, holding the scrolls of those legendary heroes, sitting on his bed, looking up at the eagle flying in the blue sky, dreaming of his own future full of possibilities.

Beyond these legendary stories and the victory itself, Morgan seemed to put more light in her pupils on Horus, which the Wolf Shepherd was certainly happy to see.

With a smile, the Shepherd God continued to tell his story. His words full of enthusiasm and sincerity turned every cold memory into a vivid and vivid scene. He told about him and his warriors, and those Morgan's descendants, how they joined forces and fought side by side, killing powerful tyrants and alien emperors one after another, and destroying filthy fortresses that stood up to the invincible cavalry of the empire one after another.

What's more, whenever he talks about the most urgent moments or the most powerful enemies, he will even stop and make a movement of thinking and recalling.

And whenever this happens, Morgan's pupils will flash with more colors.

In her blue, lake-like pupils, more desire and anxiety will flash through, and her face will become a little tense to maintain a false strength.

And when Horus saw these lights. He would give a more generous smile and continue telling his story.

The Shepherd God did not always hold the authority of this conversation in his own hands. When his story came to an end temporarily, he would calm down and look at his blood relatives with a humble look, waiting for Morgan to tell telling her story.

At the beginning, Morgan's narration was a bit short, and her words were not very beautiful. It was as if she had an instinctive resistance to such self-exposure, but the Shepherd God required herself to maintain a kind attitude, no matter what Morgan said No matter what, he would smile and give affirmation and support in the most sincere tone.

He was so patient, so gentle, like a sun, emitting a steady stream of heat and light, until the last trace of coldness in Morgan gradually melted in front of his smile.

Her words became smoother and smoother, and she became more open about her past.

They chatted like this, ranging from the history of the Great Crusade to the past of the Legion, to some trivial things they picked up in their spare time.

Finally, Horus saw what he longed for: Morgan's smile had hung on her delicate face and never dissipated. She raised her head and had a long and confident look at the Wolf Shepherd. There was a kind of courage that was eager to try in his pupils.

Horus smiled, his smile now genuine.

He even thought with some arrogance that all the smiles Morgan had shown during his years in the First Legion were probably not as bright and glorious as the one in front of him.

Similarly, in these years, all the inner words that Morgan revealed were not as sincere and reassuring as they are now.

When Horus thought of this, he felt a kind of sincere pride. Along with his pride, the fleet sailed in the waves of subspace, and it was not too far away from their target galaxy.

And when the galaxy with only the number on the star map appeared in front of everyone little by little as the Mandeville Point slowly opened, this conversation also came to an end.

Morgan raised her head. She seemed to want to take the initiative to start a topic, but she was a little hesitant. Finally, under the encouraging sight of the Wolf God, the Spider Queen slowly spoke.

[We will fight side by side, right? 】

"Of course, my sister."

"From this moment on, we will fight side by side, you and me, and your legion and my legion. We will become comrades in arms. We will create brilliance together and create precious memories full of friendship. No matter how long it takes, we will always be together." Will look back on this time with pride.”

[Besides, I will learn many things by your side, right, Horus? 】

"Of course, I can assure you, my sister, you will soon learn."

【No. 】

Morgan shook his head.

She smiled.

That was the smile of the Shepherd God who involuntarily chose to believe her words: Why didn't he believe it? That smile was exactly what he carved on this face bit by bit.

[You have taught me my first lesson, my brother, my Horus. 】

[You told me the value of friendship. 】

Horus was slightly stunned.

"It would be my pleasure, Morgan."

"But...is this your first friendship?"

[In the Primarch, yes. 】

Horus raised his eyebrows, choosing his tone carefully in his mind.

"So, you are..."

[In the First Legion? 】

Morgan smiled, and there seemed to be a little cunning in her pupils, which was a little willful that people would show when facing someone they trusted.

[You want to ask, Zhuang Sen and me? 】

In the silence of Horus, Morgan just looked at the galaxy quietly, her tone echoed with coldness, loneliness and emotion.

[Zhuang Sen trusts me. 】

【I trust him too. 】

[On the battlefield, we fought side by side, trusting each other with our lives and backs. 】

[But, that is not friendship. 】

She turned her head and looked at Horus formally for the first time, her pupils flashing with emotion that could not be described in words.

[I know this is a little hard to understand, but the relationship between Zhuang Sen and I is definitely not a friendship. 】

[Do you believe my words, Horus? 】

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She looked at him, just looking.

Horus was silent. He did not answer immediately. He just looked at the blood relative in front of him quietly, at her delicate face and the waves in her eyes.

He thought of Jonson, of his Caliban brother.

Jonson, friendship.

He tried in vain to combine the two words, and then he looked at Morgan in front of him.

He came to a conclusion.

It's not a problem, is it?

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She had no friendship with Jonson.

The Shepherd God could see her sincerity.

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Horus smiled.

"Of course, Morgan."

"My sister."

"Of course I believe you."

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The Spider Queen looked at the face and eye sockets of the Shepherd God. She smiled, turned her head, and seemed a little shy, hiding her face in her shaking shoulders.

He believed it...

He really believed it!