Chapter 734 Coming of Age Ceremony

+ It's time, my child. +

+My Warmaster, my Wolf Shepherd, my Luperkar: It’s time to break away from your spiritual world, let me see what kind of transformation my gift has given you, let me see what kind of transformation I have given you. Can your current abilities make you more perfect? +

+ Wake up, Horus: more responsibility calls upon its master. +

"..."

In the chaotic darkness, this distant voice was so familiar: even if he had experienced death and reincarnation a thousand times, he would never be able to misidentify the owner of this voice, and he would never be able to resist the sound of this voice. Call upon Him at any time.

This was the voice of the Emperor: his genetic father and master, the only sun in his life.

He was calling to him, asking the Wolf God to return to him: this simple command was more gratifying than the Warmaster's laurels, but at this moment, the Emperor's most loyal son had to face a little Small problem.

How should he go back?

Opening his eyes wide, he raised his head, and then looked around in vain. Horus was sure that he had woken up, but the mirror image around him remained unchanged. It was still the same chaotic darkness, and even the emperor's voice Where it came from, I can't tell.

Calm down, Horus.

The Shepherd God said to himself.

You have seen more bizarre things in the smoke of the Great Crusade, but in the final analysis, they are nothing more than some science and technology that are beyond the times, or some deceptive tricks performed by some psychic wizards: think about what your father said, this There are no gods in the world, and naturally there are no more strange and chaotic gods.

After repeating this three or four times, until his heart finally calmed down completely, Horus carefully observed his surroundings: Although he was in darkness, after groping for a while at a loss, the Wolf Shepherd God Only then did I realize that this darkness did not seem pure.

It's... colorful.

Is it colorful black?

To put it simply, it is like staring at a meditator or an electronic screen for too long, and then suddenly closing your eyes, what you will see: Although the main body is black, phantoms as bright as day are looming behind the darkness, and various The colors are as misty as smoke, and the changing traces attract the Wolf God to move in their direction.

Bright red, indigo, dark green, and lavender, which is already nauseating, are mixed with a bit of dazzling silver, which seems nondescript: every color seems to be singing to the Wolf God, their The lack of kindness made the primarch suspicious.

Horus turned around, wanting to better observe the surrounding environment, but found that the scene behind him was completely opposite: unlike the bustle in front of him, the place where Horus walked was so dead, with only pure Dark, so dark that he couldn't see the way he came.

There, large swaths of black were as heavy as cold and death. The Wolf God realized that at the end of his field of vision, there seemed to be a conscious black, but it was so lazy and indifferent that it was not interested in the people so close at hand. The original body showed no sign of it at all.

Like a lump of meat that has no self-awareness.

But on the other hand, it was so huge and bloated that even the various noises behind him did not dare to get too close. They could only hope that he would stay away from this black face.

Being away from this group of...things that made him feel inexplicably close to him.

I don’t know why, but Horus just feels this way,

The mountain-like black in front of him felt so familiar to him, as if Horus was a part of it, but now he has just escaped, has his own consciousness, and can move at will.

They were meant to be one.

Horus looked carefully and saw the shadow of Terra in a trance.

How...ridiculous!

The Shepherd God breathed heavily, and he took a step towards Terra in the darkness, ignoring the increasingly anxious calls from behind: with unprecedented curiosity and courage, Horus tentatively stretched out his finger, and An invisible force accumulated inadvertently.

Ah, this is psychic power.

He realized belatedly.

Turning over his palm and staring at the warm palm in a daze, Horus finally remembered where he was: his genetic father was performing a difficult surgery on him, which would give him unprecedented power. And the price is just an eyeball.

It was only then that an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness came over the left eye.

"..."

Horus was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retracted his outstretched palm, wanting to touch the holes in his pupils, but he did not stop because of this: So, when the Wolf Shepherd God noticed the darkness emanating, When the smoke had already reached his palm, he had no time to react.

"Horus!"

It was the Emperor's voice again: but this time it was more anxious.

"Father!"

The Shepherd God responded immediately. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to this. He ignored the blackness in front of him and fell into silence again. He didn't care that the voices behind him were so angry. However, he also ignored a tiny detail: the darkness in front of him. After wrapping around his palm, the emperor's golden light appeared in it.

But Horus didn't care, he waited anxiously for the Emperor's response.

No more words came from the Lord of Mankind, but the Emperor had obviously realized where the heir was: before Horus could say the second sentence, a powerful force separated space and time. , firmly grasping the wrist of the Wolf Shepherd God, trying to get him out of this dark world.

At the beginning, Horus hesitated for a moment: because a voice in his heart shouted to him, if he was willing to stay here, if he was willing to go closer to the darkness, he would Can get more power than now.

For no reason, Horus believed this voice in his heart: although the darkness in front of him was deep and terrifying. But Horus didn't feel any objection to it. On the contrary, he was so familiar with this darkness, as if they were old acquaintances.

It's like he comes from this.

But the hesitation was fleeting, as the Emperor's power began to tug at his wrist, the touch so familiar.

Isn't this the same feeling that happened more than a hundred years ago in Cthonia when the Lord of Mankind descended from the sky and took the hand of the orphan who was covered in mud and had no hope for his future gloomy life? What?

At this moment, Horus put aside all his thoughts: he may have missed the most powerful force in the entire galaxy, but when he followed the guidance of the Emperor's light and plunged into the day leading to the real universe, a flash of light A genuine smile bloomed at the corner of the Wolf Shepherd's mouth.

He finally woke up.

+Horus, my son. +

Opening your eyes, the Emperor's voice arrived before the clear world.

"Father."

Horus's voice had never sounded so hoarse.

At this moment, his throat was like a piece of dry land, and he could even clearly feel that his skin and flesh were splitting. His brain was occupied by the so-called dizziness, and he could not even see clearly the scene in front of him. The limbs and bones seemed to have lost contact with his body, and the endless pain accompanied the awakening of consciousness, biting every nerve of the original body.

But despite this, Horus was still smiling: because he saw the Emperor beside his bed, like any ordinary mortal father, waiting for his child to return victorious from the test.

How could he worry him?

That demeanor that was full of confidence in Horus's victory, and a hint of comfort that was quietly revealed after the dust had settled: nothing could be staged.

Horus was also a father. When his son was undergoing surgery, he would wait dozens of hours outside the operating room like a statue, just so that after everything was over, his child could see him for the first time after waking up. , you can see him: with a simple comparison, the Shepherd God understands the emperor's mentality at this time very well.

It is precisely because I have experienced it that I know that the emotions at this time are so real.

The smile was still spreading, and Horus tried his best to squeeze out the second sentence.

"I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

+You surprise me, kid. +

The Emperor nodded, and the unvarnished smile on his face was something that people like Morgan would never see in their lifetimes: No matter how hard the Printer and the Spider Queen tried, they wanted the Lord of Mankind to be in their elaborate design. Finding even a hint of a natural attitude in the background is far worse than staying in front of the Wolf Shepherd's bed, waiting for a few minutes that were not planned.

The Emperor's frown spoke of his concern.

+The operation was successful, and everything I expected came true: except that your recovery time was a few minutes later than expected. +

“Forgive me: but finding the guidance of your voice doesn’t happen overnight.”

Horus blinked his eyes and used up all his strength. The memories of the past period were slowly flooding into his mind, whether it was what he saw and heard when he was in a coma, or what he had seen on Nicaea not long ago. Changes: Everything seems to happen in another world.

The primarch's lips moved. There were so many things he wanted to ask his father, but he was afraid of not getting a real answer and didn't know where to start: until he found out that the Emperor was also there. Look at him, smile and wait for him to release the confusion in his heart.

Horus actually felt a little embarrassed.

"Father……"

+You have a lot of questions now and want to ask me for clarification, right? +

"You...you know everything?"

The Emperor just smiled and gestured to the direction behind him. Only then did Horus notice that he and his father were not the only ones in the laboratory: the Palmist, shrouded in black robes, stood near the corner. position, maybe he was pulled over to help.

After receiving the Emperor's order, he bowed silently, and then disappeared from the wall: perhaps it was another unknown secret door, but it did not disturb the parent-child time between the Emperor and the Primarch.

The old man was quite polite: with everything going so smoothly, even Macado became a lot more pleasing to the eye.

And as the emperor's domestic slave, he is a qualified conversation starter, right?

"Is that Malcador? Father?"

+I called him over to help. +

After confirming that Horus was fine, the Emperor's center of gravity was slightly extended back, assuming a posture more suitable for sitting and telling stories: he was still very close to the Wolf God's bed, ensuring that he The light can cover Horus's head and every spiritual node on his body.

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This is important: it's almost as if the final sealing work is being done.

"help?"

Horus was confused.

+Yes. +

+...+

+ Do you hate him, child? +

"hatred……"

The word made the Primarch hesitate.

"Not really: but there are indeed too many mysteries about the Seal Holder. He is like..."

+ Just like we are hiding our own little plans anytime and anywhere? +

"……right."

The Emperor smiled.

"Maybe it is."

"But know this, my Horus."

+Perhaps the secret actions that Malcador carried out quietly behind my back are part of my larger plan? Is that what I want him to do? +

+ He can hide it from me, because my plan requires him to hide it from me: because he is one of the few people in this galaxy who can really hide his existence from me, so there are some important things that even I cannot know. , it does require control from the person holding the seal. +

+Whether he does it voluntarily or not. +

"...?"

Horus did not understand.

But the Emperor began his story.

+ You probably don’t know, Horus: In fact, the surgery that gives others psychic powers is not my original creation, but a new invention that has appeared as early as the dark technological age. Psychic powers are so dangerous and powerful, and there are always dangers. Too many people want their share, regardless of whether they have experience in it or not. +

+ Therefore, whether it is surgery to give others their own spiritual power, or surgery to deprive others of their spiritual power, they have all been achieved with scientific methods. Although their invention process is extremely cruel and inhumane, the results are still regarded as ancient The legacy is recorded: the bearer of the seal is his heir. +

"Makado?"

The Primarch was a bit incredulous.

"Is he so old? He can even date back to the Dark Age of Technology?"

+ He doesn’t have it himself, but the inheritance in his mind does. +

The Emperor's voice became steady.

+Listen, my child. +

+ I know that you don’t like the Imperial Markbearer on a personal level, but I hope you can overcome your emotional impulse and at least learn to respect Malcador, his power, and the past he represents: I I know you don't want to do this, my child, but in real life, you don't want to do things. It's often just what you have to do. +

"I know this, father."

The Shepherd God nodded: his next sentence seemed very insincere.

"I also...I don't despise Malcador as others say."

"I still... respect him quite a bit."

+This is best. +

The Emperor did not press the question, but his smile always made Horus unconfident.

+ Do you know why I choose to say these words to you at this time? +

"Because you're leaving?"

Horus stared at his father: after such a long time and so many incredible things, even the Wolf Shepherd calmly accepted this.

+Yes, I'm leaving. +

The Emperor's smile disappeared: there was a hint of genuine sadness on his face.

+So it’s time for you to grow up. +

+ Luperkar, my boy. +

+ You can no longer be as willful as this child as you were before. You can no longer accept only the things you like. You can no longer hide under the wings I have opened for you: you can no longer be content with being a person revolving around me. The moon lives by refracting my light. +

+You must become the new sun: you must become the new me. +

+ What I can do, you must do too: because you can do it. +

"Father?"

Serious words and heavy responsibilities hit him like this, and even the warmaster of the empire was caught off guard: Horus looked up at his most beloved emperor, and clearly said the words he had dreamed of before, but why Why are you so scared after hearing this?

"But I..."

+But you’re not ready yet? +

When the Emperor asked questions, Horus found himself abhorrently silent.

Because it is.

+It doesn't matter, my child. +

The Emperor took his hand and tapped it gently to summon new courage.

+ This is also my responsibility. I always want to shelter you under my wings, even if it is just one more day: until I find that my wings are beginning to be in disarray, and you have long had the ability to fight in the sky. , but it has been delayed because of my protection. +

+ Now, it’s time to try to make up for my previous mistakes as much as possible. +

+My Horus, my Warmaster. +

+I will sit here and patiently answer every question you have. +

+ Until you are no longer confused. +

+I think: This is probably the coming-of-age ceremony you need most now. +

"..."

"Maybe, Father."

The Shepherd God did not deny it: although he did not desire this from the bottom of his heart.

"Can I ask questions now?"

+ You have to wait a moment. +

The Emperor narrowed his eyes and made a somewhat mischievous expression towards his son.

+ Before we start, I have a task to assign to you: I need you to execute it immediately after you are able to take action. +

"What's the mission?"

+ Attend a funeral. +

＋A massive mass funeral that will be good for you. ＋