Chapter 735 Eye of Horus

"Funeral?"

+That's right: I hope you can host this mass funeral.

+"No problem."

Without even thinking about it or asking for more details, the Wolf God nodded and agreed: the Primarch never thought that his father would give him any meaningless tasks. As long as it was the Emperor's will, Horus would carry it out to the end without any discrimination.

And the Lord of Mankind had obviously long anticipated his decisiveness.

+Don't worry, my Horus.

+The Emperor turned around and grabbed a list with ink not yet dried.

+Look at this first: These are the names you need to remember as the funeral host.

+"Okay."

The Primarch read ten lines at a glance and memorized all the names in the blink of an eye. Then, he realized that something was wrong: in this list, more than half of the names of the dead were very memorable to Horus, and some of them could even leave outlines in his mind.

These seem to be: the names of the governors of the planets in the north of the galaxy, right? Most of the worlds they ruled were assigned to the governance of the future Horus fiefdom, so the Wolf God had done some homework in this regard and had a good impression of these future subordinates.

Are they the dead?

Or just the same name: but it doesn't involve so many people?

Thinking of this, the Primarch looked at his father with a dazed look.

+ Just as you think. +

The Emperor's voice became silent.

+ Horus, do you remember why I sent you to the north of the galaxy? +

"Of course, father."

The Wolf God nodded: He would not forget any words that his genetic father had specially told him, especially words with a sense of mission. Horus had a special database to record them, which was placed in the room where he was responsible for recording the intelligence of every blood brother. On weekdays, there would be at least a team of Gastarin guarding there.

It is not an easy job to become the most beloved son of the Lord of Mankind and the most respected elder brother of most of the Primarchs: at least for Horus, maintaining his good personal image takes more energy than commanding wars.

But the rewards are also generous, and the title of Warmaster is not even the most precious one: when the Wolf God starts to talk, his heart will be so excited that it hurts because of the glory and status within his sight, making his throat and voice tremble.

"On the land of Ullanor, when you promised me the crown of Warmaster during our conversation, you also told me about the choice of the vassal state: because the north of the galaxy is a burden that only I can bear, this is a choice under objective conditions."

Horus smiled brightly, showing excellent self-confidence.

"First of all, my home planet Cthonia is too close to Holy Terra, and the division of the entire Solar Star Region into the Imperial Law under the governance of Holy Terra is the unshakable premise of the Primarch's fiefdom plan. Therefore, you must choose another piece of land for me."

"And considering that my blood brothers come from all corners of the galaxy, when they established their fiefdoms, most areas in the galaxy were reasonably allocated: the only two vacancies were the Taiping Star Region on the west side of the galaxy, and the northern part of the galaxy composed of a part of the Misty Star Region and the Far East Star Region."

"Considering that as a warmaster, I have my own responsibilities for the Great Crusade, so my fiefdom naturally cannot be the relatively remote Taiping Star Region. Domain: Then, the only option left is the north of the Milky Way, that is, the power vacuum zone between Fenris and Isstvan, and from Baal to Caliban. "

"This hollow area is far away from any legion's home planet. It is rich and chaotic, filled with countless independent regimes and alien empires. It is one of the main areas that the Imperial Army will attack in the next stage of the Great Crusade. At the same time, it is not particularly far from Terra. The southern border can touch the gateway to the Solar Segmentum and can support other fronts at any time. "

"Taking all factors into consideration, this is the most suitable place to become my next fiefdom. Let me and the Shadow Wolf Legion use conquest and iron fist to refine the last unowned land in the Milky Way into loyal people under the double-headed eagle. "

The Wolf God smiled.

"You also told me that this fiefdom, which is larger than five hundred worlds, will be a huge challenge. Conquering it will bring countless rewards, but conquest itself is difficult: and I am the only one among all your descendants who has the confidence and intention to complete this challenge. "

+At least now, yes. +

The Emperor did not deny it.

+Among your brothers, some actually have the talent for conquest and governance, but they are now lazy. They have their own responsibilities and weaknesses, and no longer have the ambition to expand territory: you are the only Primarch who still maintains a strong fighting spirit. +

The Primarch the Emperor is talking about is definitely not his brother Guilliman.

Horus thought in his heart.

But on the surface, the Wolf God raised another question at the right time.

"So, father, what does this have to do with the funeral I am going to attend next?"

+ A great relationship. +

The Emperor pointed to the list.

+ As you said, this area in the Milky Way North did not belong to the sphere of influence of any legion in the past. Therefore, throughout the process of the Great Crusade, no matter which fleet regained the world here, they Neither will appoint a governor who is close to them, but will be directly selected by Terra. +

"I know."

The Shepherd God nodded.

During the Great Crusade, when a Primarch and their Legion reclaimed a new world for the Imperium of Man, that Legion would have a huge influence on the outcome when choosing who would own and govern this new world. : They can completely appoint a governor who is close to the legion and classify the world as the sphere of influence of a certain original body.

Although there is no explicit rule, this is basically an unspoken rule that the entire empire has tacitly accepted. All the primarchs have relied on this to make profits: the most famous of which are Guilliman and Morgan, who have established two huge organizations based on this. The Kingdom is a superpower that can stand alongside Terra.

Although Horus's profits are not as good as those of his brothers, under the banner of the Luna Wolves, there are at least dozens of worlds that will swear allegiance to the Wolf God.

Perhaps it is a coincidence that most of these worlds are concentrated in the north of the galaxy, basically concentrated in the future territory of the Kingdom of Wolf: but in other corners of the kingdom, the governors selected by Terra still occupy the majority, and Horus also He was secretly troubled by this matter. He didn't want to see the old-time stamp maker leaving any traces on his land.

But... Speaking of which...

!

Horus suddenly thought of something.

He lowered his head sharply and looked at the list in his hand again carefully.

These dead...yes...they...

"Father...they are all..."

+They are all imperial governors recruited by Malcador to attend the meeting. +

The Emperor waved his hand.

+ As you know, in order to better implement my laws on Nikaya, the Terran government has issued recruitment orders to the powerful governors from all over the galaxy, but there are particularly many governors from the Sun Star Territory and the Galactic North. , because only most of the governors of these two low levels were personally selected by Holy Terra. +

+So...+

Horus could hear the Lord of Man's voice growing colder.

+After your brother Magnus caused a catastrophe, the imperial governors in these two places suffered the most serious casualties: just under a hall specially prepared for them, at least three people were crushed to death due to the collapse. There are hundreds of governors, many of whom are governors of star regions. They are in charge of more than a dozen or even dozens of star systems. They enjoy perfect prosthetic transformation technology, but there are still only a few people who can survive. +

+ To be more specific, only about 30% of the people can go back alive. The rest need to prepare as decent a funeral as possible for them on Nicaea, and then bring their remains or ashes back to the north: this This is the task I prepared for you. +

"..."

The Shepherd God did not respond immediately. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The tip of his tongue was unimaginably dry, but he could not stop the excitement rising in his heart: Although he felt sorry for the emperor's fatigue, Most of Horus's heart was still occupied by joy.

Chance!

This is an opportunity!

While Malcador is overwhelmed by such a heavy loss, he has a great opportunity to completely eradicate the remaining forces of Terra in the Kingdom of Wolf, and completely control the vast land of the Milky Way North under his iron claws!

It will take at least ten years for the Sealbearer to fully recover from the tragic loss of Nicaea. This period of time is enough for the Wolf Shepherd God to build his kingdom of wolves into a kingdom of steel that is impervious to water: Who can imagine? Not long ago, he was still worrying about how to win over and divide these governors.

But here he was, profiting from his brother's folly.

Really...

Horus opened his mouth, not knowing how to describe his current mood, but he would never dare to let the Emperor see the clues: After quickly suppressing the excitement in his mind, the Wolf Shepherd God quietly waited for the Emperor. The emperor's entrustment.

"So, what you mean is..."

+It's very simple. +

The emperor's words were concise and to the point.

+ I hope that you can hold funerals for these governors from the north, serve as the officiant at their funerals, and then work with your Luna Wolves Legion to bring the remains of these governors back to their hometowns, and as much as possible Suppressing the great upheaval that the Nikaea Event would cause in the Galactic North: Horus, this was no easy task. +

Indeed.

The Shepherd God knew it well, but he still nodded firmly.

"Leave it to me, Father."

When it comes to the Nicaea incident, the original body naturally thought of a possibility.

"But, Father: you won't tell them what happened on Nicaea, will you?"

+No one knows how to do it. +

The attitude of the Lord of Mankind was resolute that Horus had never seen before.

+ Everything that happens on Nicaea must be kept strictly confidential from the outside world. All parties involved must undergo memory erasure. Everyone including you and me: I don’t want to see anyone know about this land. What follies and tragedies have occurred. +

"Is the memory cleared?"

The primarch hesitated for a moment, the word reminded him of something bad: his missing brother and his legion, but in the next second, the Wolf Shepherd himself shattered his hesitation in his heart. Heart.

This is different!

Although it is not known what mistakes his lost brother made, it is different from Magnus. His lost brother may have had excusable reasons, but Magnus did make a big mistake: no matter how outrageous the mistakes made by the eleventh primarch were, they could never compare with the tragedy on Nikaea.

That's it.

The wolf god took a deep breath.

"I know, father: will we forget everything here?"

+ I hope so. +

The Emperor looked at him and smiled as only a father could.

+ But, my Horus, I will let you remember some of it: because you are the more special one, and one of the few people I can trust completely, you have the right and obligation to know more than others. +

"It's my duty."

Horus raised his chin: he felt warm in his heart, and then he suddenly thought of something exciting.

"So: does this mean that you will personally perform my memory erasure ritual?"

+ It has been done. +

The Emperor pointed to his eyes and then handed him a mirror.

+ Look at this, my child. +

The wolf god took it, and the smooth mirror immediately revealed his god-like face: in the ultimate fantasy of the sculptors, every contour and every muscle on the face of the original body looked so perfect, and the demeanor displayed by this face alone could make the whole world surrender.

Well... he seemed to be more handsome.

Horus nodded: and then he noticed the difference.

His eyes, the left eye that had been aching slightly since just now: the flesh and blood that originally filled it had long since disappeared, replaced by a piece of smoothness that could not be said to be metal or some other high-tech synthetic material. When the mirror shone on it, a dim golden light was so similar to the Emperor.

This is a lifelike prosthetic eye, its texture and details are golden, and it is filled with the vibration of psychic energy: Obviously, this is the gift given to him by the Emperor, an implant that can bring supreme power, a soul more similar to the Lord of Mankind, a gift more valuable than his Sagittarius ring.

Very good: when he misses the time with the Emperor in the future, in addition to the familiar thirty years and Sagittarius, he finally has something else to talk about.

+ I made more modifications. +

Noticing Horus's extremely satisfied attitude towards this golden prosthetic eye, even the Emperor was obviously proud: he patiently acted as a narrator, explaining the role of the prosthetic eye to Horus one by one.

Of course, there are some things that the Emperor will never tell, even to Horus, the person involved.

For example, he would never tell Horus how severe the side effects were when he filled his psychic power into this golden eye: the Lord of Mankind used the most powerful means to ensure that when Horus squandered his psychic power, he would be influenced by the Emperor invisibly, and the golden mark would sink deeper and deeper into his heart.

After all, the Lord of Mankind would not be stupid enough to really hand over this power that could get out of control at any time to Horus without any defense: although it was far less rude than when he was with Morgan, the Emperor still ensured that his control and influence over Horus was almost unshakable.

Especially when Horus himself was happy with this control and influence.

Maybe it’s not obvious now, but when some beings in the Warp want to make his son go astray, they will see what kind of trump card the Emperor left behind: he will ensure that Horus will not voluntarily surrender, and as long as he does not surrender in his soul, even individuals as powerful as gods will not be able to do more to the soul and essence of the Primarch.

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The Emperor knew this very well.

But he chose to remain silent: these were not things that the Wolf God could know.

Faced with these truths that were far beyond Horus's ability, a white lie was the best way to deal with them: the Wolf God was not like Morgan at the beginning. He was very important and was far from an asset that could be abandoned and risked. The Emperor did not want to gamble on him.

Of course, these words did not need to be said explicitly.

The Lord of Mankind kept smiling until his offspring came to his senses.

+ How does it feel. +

"Wonderful power..."

When Horus first held the invisible psychic power in his hands, his golden prosthetic eye began to shine.

But then, the Wolf God seemed to think of something else. He quietly stroked the scar at the corner of his eye that needed time to fade, and then began to look around the room.

On the throne, the Lord of Mankind took special care of this: losing an eye would not affect Horus's vision at all, so he quickly found what he wanted.

The Emperor looked at it.

On the table to one side: the eyeball that Horus had removed was floating in the maintenance solution.

+ Do you want to keep it? +

The Emperor looked at his son: the wolf god seemed to be hesitant.

"Father... I..."

Horus hesitated.

He knew that what he was about to say next would undoubtedly anger the Emperor.

He knew that he should not bring up this idea at this time.

He knew that this matter was actually of no benefit to him, and he would not lose anything even if he kept silent about it: if it were the former Wolf Shepherd, he might really choose to turn a blind eye to this matter.

He knows...

He knew too many reasons: each one could convince himself.

But...but he is the Wolf Shepherd God!

The warmaster chosen by the Emperor!

The elder brother of the Primarchs: his father longed for him to unite them all, and he had sworn before the Emperor that he would change his bad habits and treat each of his brothers as a true eldest son. .

Even... the brother who made the mistake.

"Father."

Horus' lips began to tremble.

"This eyeball: are you going to use it for anything else?"

+ I have no idea at the moment. +

The Emperor looked away, curious at Horus's hesitation.

+What? What suggestions do you have? +

"I was just thinking."

The Warmaster gritted his teeth: there were some things he had to say.

"You will remember: Magnus lost his eyesight for his folly."

+...+

+What do you mean by this? +

In an instant, the Emperor's voice turned cold: he could naturally guess what Horus wanted to express.

"I was just thinking..."

The Shepherd God took a deep breath. He didn't even dare to look at the emperor, but his heart and throat became more determined.

"Yes, my brother Magnus has indeed committed a great mistake, and punishment and imprisonment will surely await him: but despite this, he is still my brother, and he is still your loyal heir. He may not be very capable, but he did contribute to the Great Crusade, and he really just wanted to find a way to the future for mankind in his own way.”

+...+

The Emperor stared at him in silence: his expression put a strain on Horus.

"So, I want to say: As a person who once used his vision and wisdom to embark on the path of seeking truth, it is undoubtedly a great sadness to lose the eyes that can observe the world because of an accident, even if Magnus didn't deserve this tragedy."

"Even he: deserves a chance to see the light again."

"so……"

The Shepherd God filled his lips.

“So, maybe you can heal those scars on Magnus, or at least transplant this eye of mine into his body, so that he can see the world again: so that he can atone for his sins with a more sincere attitude. "

+...+

The emperor still said nothing.

He stared at his child with an unprecedented strange look, staring at the Wolf Shepherd God who would never disobey him.

Horus was rarely so stubborn or bold in the presence of the Emperor.

+ You know, Horus: I don't like the idea you're proposing. +

"I know, Father."

+There are some costs that people who make mistakes must bear. +

"I know too, Father."

"But there are some words that I, as the Warmaster and the brother of the original body, must say."

+Speak for your brothers? +

"Always."

+Although there is no benefit? +

"cough……"

Wolf Shepherd was a little embarrassed: it seemed that some of his little tricks in the Great Crusade had never exceeded his father's expectations.

But at this moment, Horus chose to face his Emperor bravely.

"Maybe not before."

His voice was so sincere: just like his real heart now.

"But from now on: it is my duty to speak for each of my brothers."

+...+

The Emperor didn't answer, but he smiled.

——————

He knew that the seeds he had planted in this new Eye of Horus were slowly breaking out of the ground and taking root.

One day, it would become something that would allow the Primarch to stand proudly before the Four Gods: a behemoth.