Chapter 46 The Angel's Eldest Son (First Person Perspective)

I am tortured by a strong sense of self-blame.

(This article still uses Garnett, the captain of the 14th Company of the Ghost Legion, as the first-person perspective)

It has been several months since the return of the Primarch.

But the scene that happened in the hall still lingers in front of me like a ghost, whispering and torturing my conscience.

That feeling did not disappear with the passage of time, but became stronger.

Bloodthirstiness, beast-like impulse, pale blue blood vessels pulsating under the ice-white skin, and the sweet fragrance emanating from it.

I will never forget that feeling.

Just as I will never forgive my own cowardice and barbarity.

So——

I choose to face it.

Even if I may be spurned by my mother for this, I will not hesitate.

"The angel is completing her course, she is in a hurry, and you are not qualified to disturb her now." The voice of Horus, the wolf god, came lazily from the communication grille.

The door in front of me was tightly closed.

Two Luna Wolves veterans armed with live ammunition were standing in front of the door, like two sculptures, without saying a word.

I could feel the disdain in the words of the Wolf God, and he didn't even bother to hide this emotion in front of us. His eyes only fell on the Emperor's daughter, and only on her. And we are just scum in the dark gutter, who happened to be dotted next to a real angel.

Such an attitude makes me angry.

However, he is right.

I have similar concerns, even stronger than the Wolf God.

This is why I am here today.

No matter what, I must see my mother. I suppressed my bloodthirsty anger and spoke in a calm tone: "She is our Primarch, you can't stop a son from seeing her mother."

Horus' voice fell silent in the communication grid.

"You didn't have this attitude when she returned to the Empire." The Wolf God's voice was full of undisguised contempt, and he said: "You are not on the visiting list, please go back."

Beep!

Horus' signal disappeared from the communication grid.

The two honor guards in front of me received the order and stood in front of me silently.

I gritted my teeth and my eyes lingered on their throats. I imagined the scene of tearing their throats open and gushing blood.

They held broadswords in their hands and were equipped with gorgeous Mark III steel power armor, which was not suitable for fighting in a narrow area.

I was wearing Mark II expedition power armor. My advantage was speed, which meant that if I seized the opportunity, I might be able to leave a profound lesson for Horus. As for the price of this lesson, I had no time to think about it.

I breathed heavily.

The desire for blood had awakened in my body, like a heavy hammer, hitting my remaining little reason again and again.

Until it was completely shattered, turning me into a pure ghoul born for killing and destruction.

Hiss——

I panted and chose a suitable target from the two.

"No."

But suddenly a warm light dispelled the darkness in the blood. I felt like I fell into an ice cave, and my boiling desire suddenly calmed down.

The voice was as gentle as the golden sunlight sprinkled from the tree branches, and it continued to come, with a familiar and taboo fragrance: "You are a good child, you won't do this."

I turned around and saw the angel.

She was wearing a pure white robe, with wide wings folded behind her.

The whole person seemed to come from the light of the stars, and the light gradually converged. The angel had a smile on her face, "I was just planning to come to you to talk, but I didn't expect you to have the same plan as me. It's a good fate."

"My Lord--"

I wanted to call her mother, but I became particularly restrained when I spoke.

"Come with me, this is not a place for conversation."

The angel spoke softly, turned around to thank the Shadow Moon Wolves for their loyal and responsible duty, and I followed the angel step by step.

Her figure was tall and perfect.

That was the posture that only the descendants of the Emperor could have, glorious and shining.

But in the light that was brighter than the stars, the bloodthirsty darkness continued to grow in my heart.

The forbidden desire reappeared in my consciousness. No matter how hard I screamed, I couldn't dispel it.

I could feel my blood speeding up and washing my blood vessels.

In a scarlet vision, my fangs were growing, almost piercing my lips.

"We're here."

The angel suddenly stopped.

In front of me was a huge room, and I could easily enter it without bending down.

The light inside was dim, with a wide table in the center and several huge chairs on both sides. The tall slave was silently hiding in the darkness, and his two mechanical eyes emitted a faint red light.

Click!

I walked into the room and closed the door.

The room seemed to be getting darker, but the angel's gentle face was still clearly visible.

She was sitting in front of me, with a wooden table more than one meter long between us. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat and even feel her breath blowing gently across her cheek. I stood in front of the angel, at a loss, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Garnett, there are only two of us here, please sit down, don't be so reserved."

The angel saw me standing there blankly.

She smiled, then ordered the servitor to pour me a glass of wine.

The scarlet wine rippled in the golden chalice-shaped container, and the slightly sour taste filled my nose.

"My brother has a good taste in wine. I often think that when I have time in the future, I can plant a vineyard on Basilisk. Then we can make wine by ourselves and share the joy of harvest with other descendants."

The angel raised the same wine glass and clinked it with me gently.

The cold and sour wine was drunk into my lips and tongue, and swallowed into my stomach. Under the effect of the genetic detection diaphragm, I vaguely saw an orchard bathed in golden sunlight, with frost purple grapes dotted on green vines, endless, stretching to the foot of the distant mountain.

I don't know much about Basilisk, I only know that it is a dead world full of radiation.

Everyone who came out alive from Baal is a powerful warrior.

They once fought side by side with the angels.

Perhaps -

Compared to us, those people are more qualified to be the descendants of the angels.

And we will gradually wither in the years to come until we are completely forgotten by the empire.