Chapter 756 Horus on Morgan

"I have a problem, Horus."

"When discussing how Astart soldiers get along with mortals, don't we have two ready -made answers: Morgan and Volgan's legion are there, why do you refuse to imitate the two of them? Obviously it looks very good. "

"JP Morgan? And Volgan?"

When the two brothers experienced a short -term enemy, they cherished each other, and returned to their respective positions again, and continued the discussion in front of them: Horus did not expect that his first problem raised by his Magrag brothers raised It would be so ridiculous.

Imitate Morgan?

Does he think he doesn't want to?

"Because I can't do it, Kiriman."

The shepherd god did not sit down, but held the Makrag people on the stone chair, and turned to the brightest place in the clouds: it looks like the spotlight throne specifically prepared for the protagonist. There, he was absent -minded to watch Petrabo's work.

"Can't do it?"

Kiriman's body leaned forward, and Zhan Shuai just smiled and asked back.

"Then then again: Why don't you imitate the environment in Morgan?"

"I think."

The original bodies are a little annoyed.

"When I was able to observe the dawn of the Corps and the mortal, the five hundred worlds have been established for more than sixty years, and many things have already reached the point where it is agreed: even if I can easily adapt to it The habit twists. ""

"The price is too big."

"I'm the same."

Horus agree.

"The reason why Morgan can do this: mainly for two reasons."

"One is because the dawn itself is a lame legion: JP Morgan's gene seeds naturally carry the most strange but also the most harsh genetic disease, which limits the yield, and the surviving seeds have therefore possessing it. The lowest ratio of all gene seeds leads to the force of the Dawn Legion, which looks pitiful in the entire expedition. "

"Who said no."

The Macragans couldn't help but sigh.

"In my impression: the upper limit of the dawn is 20,000."

"A proportion as much as possible: After all, it is still responsible for the defense of the Far East Frontier."

Horus's eyes were dim and quietly calculated in his heart.

"After all, there should be no 90,000 people in the Dawn Legion, right?"

"Eighty -seven thousand."

The numbers provided by Kiriman were remembered by the shepherd god.

"Yes, it is only more than 80,000, which is the shy shy pocket in the source of military sources that make the Second Legion have to rely too much on mortals. Therefore, the rigid demand for them for the rigid demand for them is a rare : And what they think is not necessarily. "" "."

"In addition, JPMorgan also has a congenital advantage: the Far East Frontier is a newborn creation that originally did not exist at all. Mastering ability, naturally you can set some policies that look a bit crazy. "

"And this congenital advantage: It is impossible for all us to satisfy."

"Let's talk ..."

Feeling the cold water flow in the sand and white fountain, the entire face of the shepherd god gradually fell into the shadow: when his thinking gradually came to the field of Lord Tragao and power, even if it was, even if it was Zhan Shuai couldn't guarantee his sun -like light.

"Kiriman: Why do you feel that the dawn has a good attitude towards mortals?"

"I want me to say: The fact is the opposite."

"ah?"

Kiriman raised his head directly.

His expression was surprised as if he saw Zhuangsen who was kneeling towards him.

"What do you mean: Everyone knows that the dawn is good to treat them."

"Everyone knows ..."

"Yes, yes!"

Horus directly interrupted him: the shepherd waving impatiently.

"Everyone knows how good their dawn is for their auxiliary army brothers. They can be called with real brothers. They can eat at the same dinner table. They will participate in mortal wedding banquets and birthday banquets, and then they are as old as they are not dead. Elderly.

"Very warm, very kind, very real, we can't deny these."

"It's just: Is this harmonious mode of getting along really the harmony we need?"

Zhan Shuai looked at his brother.

"I said a long say, Kiriman."

"Whether it is you, or me, as long as we order our sons and daughters, we can all linger in a warm environment like this: Shadow Moon Wolf can be used as brothers and brothers with mortals, and extreme soldiers can also be warm in mortal communities. Elderly characters, these are not difficult for us. "

"But: Can you move the power of mortals like this?"

"..."

Kiriman didn't speak anymore, but Horus continued to ask.

"Answer me, Kiriman."

"Even if we build orphans and nursing centers for mortals in the world, can we let a member of the senior council be biased as a whole, and say something good for us? "

"Could it be that if we develop a million mortal brothers in the mortal auxiliary army, those big shots on Terra will continue to worry that the military power controlled by the Astartes is too huge for humans at this moment?"

"Should we always remember that at every moment of our lives, like the Dawnbreaker or like the Salamander, we can be close to mortals: then those mortals who are close to us can change the attitude of the entire empire, and even change the attitude of the entire human race Do you have an attitude?"

"Even if an Astartes has a hundred mortal brothers who share life and death, the influence of his brothers on the entire empire is far less than that of any bureaucrat on Terra: Do you still expect our descendants to compete with Terra's?" Do those swordsmen and pen officials call themselves brothers? "

"Yes, I don't deny that being friendly to mortals is indeed a good option: just like the first point I proposed, Astartes must be friendly to mortals individually. I have no objection to Astartes and mortals. Make friends, after all the main point I make is coexistence.”

"But when our eyes stay on the Astartes as a whole, and the human race as a whole, if we want to rely on the friendly relationship between individuals to make the two groups peaceful forever in the future, it is simply Whimsical ideas.”

"Think about it: if the Salamander Legion owned an entire five hundred worlds, or if Morgan, the primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion, was the Imperial Warmaster who could theoretically command all military forces, then you think their kindness to mortals would make Gao Will the lords stop slacking off?"

"So, bro."

Horus stepped forward and patted Guilliman on the shoulder again.

"Dawnbreaker? Salamander?"

"Their relationship with mortals is truly enviable."

"But that's not what we need."

"Because, when we discuss the coexistence of the Astartes and mortals, our first consideration is our coexistence with those mortal bureaucrats and nobles. These people are political creatures through and through: only enough interests can move them, It’s too much to rely on personal feelings.”

"And, when it comes to power: is there really going to be goodwill there in the Dawnbreakers?"

The Faun laughed, smiling at the image of Morgan in his mind.

"Guilliman: You don't really think Terra wants to see me in Morgan mode, do you?"

"Morgan mode?"

The original body was still in a daze.

"It seems like you haven't carefully studied the operating rules of the Far East border."

The Shepherd God stretched out his finger: he had indeed thought about his plan for a long time.

"Morgan has never concealed how his country operates?"

"Here, let's not mention a funny fact: Most of the so-called mortals who can be friendly with the Dawnbreakers come from a special organization called the Queen's Auxiliary Army, and its essence is that Morgan established it when he conquered the Far East. The rising military aristocracy is a joke to use them to represent mortals.”

"And ignoring that, let's see how Morgan came to dominate the Far East."

"In terms of administration, the nominal highest authority in the Far East is the Avalon Council, and its members are elites selected from various sector governors and world governors: but the vast majority of governor families in the Far East are from the same level as the Dawnbreakers. A bound military elite, and the executive arm of the Avalon Council is in the hands of a group of semi-retired Daybreakers."

"One more detail. If we must make a strict distinction, the Avalon Council actually only has legislative power. The real executive power is in the hands of the Dawnbreakers: and a large number of administrative bureaucrats also come from Morgan. The elites of the military elite and those who have passed the exam will be quickly absorbed into it.”

"Of course, looking at the entire empire, this is indeed a very wonderful system."

"Then there is the judiciary and the military. I don't need to mention the military aspect, but the judiciary is even more interesting: the top official of the Far East Judiciary is one of Morgan's [daughters], and the main force of the Ministry of Justice army she is in charge of is a group of young people. Night Lords, Dawnbreaker agents, and a large number of legal personnel also come from Avalon's own military elite class, and those who are not will be gradually absorbed into this class. "

"So, in terms of power: How did Morgan come into contact with mortals?"

"The answer is that she and her descendants firmly hold the central power, and the outer layer is filled with mortal military nobles who have risen to follow the Dawnbreaker Legion, as well as a large number of low-level elites who are deeply blessed by Morgan: This is the Far East Core power structures on the frontier.”

"Then tell me, will Holy Terra accept us adopting this structure?"

"And even if they do: are we really capable of building that structure?"

"Morgan can use her fingers like an arm because she conquered the entire Far East. She can naturally draw this blank paper at will: and what we are facing now is a behemoth that has taken shape and whose power comes from the emperor. We You can only act cautiously in front of Terra."

"Does your caution mean what you call political neutrality?"

"certainly."

The Shepherd God nodded.

"If we want to coexist with mortals, the first step we need to do is to let mortals, or let Holy Terra realize that we are not a fatal threat to them: and it is impossible for them to destroy us."

"Since we are evenly matched and have no reason to fight each other, we will naturally sit down and talk. As long as both sides are willing to sit down and compromise and negotiate, common ground can always be found."

"It's an interesting idea."

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The Macragge man rubbed his chin.

"From what you said: Are you going to give up the fight for central power?"

"It depends on the situation."

The warmaster blinked cunningly.

"As individuals: whether it is us Primarchs or the best mortal followers under our command, I can continue to charge towards the power of Terra. Such behavior does not violate the rules left by the Emperor, nor does it violate the rules of the game for mortals."

"But as a whole, the Astartes Legion cannot interfere in politics: the final impression of the Astartes Legion throughout the Empire should be an army that adheres to the principle of neutrality and serves only the security of the Empire. This is the only choice for any large-scale armed force to survive safely in peacetime."

"And to achieve this, we must make mortals believe in our neutrality."

"But at the same time, we cannot be stupid enough to put down our swords."

"And, when necessary, we must also maintain our determination to march towards Terra."

"..."

"Sorry: what did you say?"

Guilliman was a little confused.

Was there a completely wrong word just now that was thrown across his face?

"I said."

The Wolf God stepped forward: his tall shadow enveloped the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds.

"In our hearts, we cannot sit idly by and allow mortals to rule."

"We can tolerate them, we can let them take power."

"But when necessary, the Astartes warriors must become the last insurance of the empire."

"...Why?"

Guilliman was still a little confused.

But on Horus' face, the fierce expression was so terrifying.

"Because I don't trust them!"

"I don't trust mortals!"

"Or rather: I don't trust mortals as a whole."

"Guilliman, my brother."

"I don't deny that there are countless brave and noble people among mortals, and their brilliance is enough to shame the Astartes, but that is all as individuals. If we look at mortals as a whole: with their wisdom, it is impossible to perfectly control a huge empire across the galaxy."

"I have witnessed that there are countless brave warriors in the mortal army. They will be willing to perform their duties and fight to death on the most desperate battlefield."

"I have witnessed the little soldiers who work silently in the rear. They are trapped in a dark and damp office in a government building for their entire lives, and use their meager lives to contribute to the Emperor and mankind."

"Even those high lords, I don't hate them, I admire them, I know that each of them is a dragon among men, and I know their loyalty to the Emperor. Impeccable. I know that subjectively, they want the Empire to last forever, just like me. "

"But what?"

"But think about it."

"Why are there so many regrettable failures in history when there are countless mortal soldiers who have sacrificed their lives? Because humans as a whole are fragile, and it only takes the incompetence of a high-level commander to make the blood of tens of thousands of soldiers flow in vain."

"Why are there countless officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who are willing to sacrifice until death, but the administrative system of the Empire is still so bloated, and our rule cannot even be delegated to the planets, and we know nothing about what is happening on the ground."

"Why is it that every high lord is a loyal minister of the Emperor, but when they sit together, they always issue some suffocating decisions: look at the tax rate issued by Terra, is that something that any sober person can come up with?"

"Why is this so?"

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't thought about it. "

The Wolf God smiled.

"Look at the Dark Age of Technology."

"So crazy, so insane, so anti-human and inhumane."

"They personally pushed human civilization and history to the brink of extinction."

"And that era was created and ruled entirely by mortals."

"It is the final answer."

"It tells us."

"As individuals, there is no lack of noble people among mortals."

"But as a whole: mortals cannot bear our responsibilities."

"They have demonstrated once: the entire Great Crusade is to make up for the mistakes of mortals."

"And now, are we going to let that history repeat itself again?"

"So, brother..."

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"I can accept that mortal officials continue to rule the empire we have built."

"I can tolerate the rules of the game set by the high lords of Terra."

"I can make a series of concessions for the overall interests of the Astartes."

"I can also be friendly with them."

"Be friendly with them."

"Appreciate them, admire them, and regard them as my true brothers."

"But..."

"You want me to hand over the final result of the Great Crusade for which we shed blood and sacrificed, the galaxy that was conquered at the cost of countless Astartes warriors and brave mortals, the civilization and history that our fathers fought so hard to pull back from the brink of extinction, back to these mortals without any preparation?"

"Don't even think about it."

"I can be moderate."

"I can be neutral."

"I can compromise and give in."

"But my heart will never let down its guard against them."