Chapter 503: Elephant Rescue Plan Horus

Chapter 503: Saving the Elephants Plan - Horus

"Why?" Calvin asked calmly. Although Talos's views were unorthodox, they coincided with some of Calvin's thoughts.

And this was obviously a sensitive topic. Whether it was the Grey Knights, the Inquisition, or even the Imperial Guards and the Emperor himself, there was no suitable person in the entire Empire to discuss these topics with him in Calvin's social circle.

In Calvin's eyes, the story of the previous Primarch was like the darkness closest to the light, and the man who was once awarded the title of "Warmaster" by the Emperor himself made everyone who could come into contact with these things keep it a secret.

"Because of his character... because of his fate... because of the needs of the Empire... because of the Emperor's choice."

Talos' tone was extremely heavy. For him, the names of Horus and the Emperor were two existences that ran through his entire life.

Love and hatred, in Calvin's eyes, two completely opposite colors were radiating from the soul of this veteran named Talos at the same time.

And if he were to put himself in the shoes of others, he could also know how complicated the feelings of this Luna Wolf towards the Primarch and the Emperor were.

Personality? Destiny? The needs of the Empire? The Emperor's choice?

Calvin repeated subconsciously, but Talos in front of him was unwilling to explain.

And the Primarch's brain was so powerful that he classified and summarized the life and deeds of Horus and the movements of the Emperor and the Empire in the same period.

From Cosonia to Terra, from the unification of the solar system to the opening of the Great Crusade.

The inscriptions in his soul were active again at this moment, and countless memories about the movements of the Empire during this period were also inserted into the three-dimensional timeline in his mind from documents and files.

Millions of words and images were transformed from the inefficient phonetic language - High Gothic to the Grey Knights' unique "inscription system". Countless complex information has been based on time and space, and finally condensed into a brand new "word" in Calvin's mind layer by layer.

This is a text that represents Horus' life, and it is also a silhouette of a certain side of the entire human empire at the beginning of the Great Crusade.

The moment Calvin's sight touched it, the grand background and heavy fate it carried had already made two lines of transparent tears fall from the corners of the Primarch's eyes.

"An angel destined to be sacrificed, a prisoner who obeyed his father's orders and faced the darkness alone, but could not see any hope due to fate."

He could not show this text to Talos, because its existence had surpassed the boundaries of human cognition.

He could only hastily find the appropriate words in his cognition and summarize this long story with a simple summary.

"Are you unwilling?" Calvin stared at Talos, who had just woken up from Calvin's words, but instantly understood the Primarch's meaning.

"Maybe I have."

"Then are you... wronged?" Calvin asked again, and Talos' eyes were already wet.

"No, only regret!" He said firmly.

"Do you hate him?" The Primarch's words were full of mist, but as a witness of everything that year, Talos clearly knew what he was referring to.

He thought about it seriously, and finally admitted frankly:

"No, he had no choice. From the moment he accepted the crown of the Warmaster, his ambition and aspirations have been integrated with glory. Everyone can retreat, but he alone has no way out."

"What about the Emperor?" Calvin finally asked the most pointed question, and Talos knew that if his answer was yes, then what awaited him might be death.

"Hate, but... he had no choice."

Huh... Calvin took a deep breath, which was a habit he left behind as a mortal.

Yes, there is no choice.

On this road of the Asterta warrior, Horus has gone too far and cannot turn back.

His character made him regard all the sons of the Legion as his own; and his personality made the crown called "Warmaster" completely integrated with his ambition and aspirations when it fell.

How could he accept an empire without Asterta, because he had already spread all his feelings to every Son of Horus;

How could he accept an empire controlled by mortals, which would wipe out all his efforts, all his glory, and all the meaning of his name "Horus".

Yes, everyone has a way out, but he doesn't.

The glory of the Warmaster can bring him so much power and glory, and at the end of the Great Crusade, the reckoning from the Empire will be so malicious and cruel.

Apart from the Emperor himself, no one can leave the throne safely after having the image of an era representing all Asterta warriors.

And when the Emperor placed the laurel crown on Horus' head in front of the stars and all the legions on the land of Ullanor, this son of the first return, who can be described by all the words of praise, finally saw the signs of doom from his fate.

He was sharp and awakened, but it was too late.

Because from Calvin's perspective, everything Horus is about to encounter is the inevitable fate of the Asterta Legion.

The Empire's military force can only be led by the Emperor, because no one else can have his prestige, and no one can suppress the Emperor's plan to liquidate the mortals who inherited the power of Asterta.

After the Empire was unified, the power of the expeditionary fleet became a source of backlash, and the governors appointed by the Primarch on all fleet routes became the reason for the Primarch to confront the central government.

Others had their own retreats, and were treated differently in the eyes of the Emperor.

People who were "sensitive" enough, such as Dorn and Leman Russ, had already set principles early in the early days of the expedition:

Several legions of the Clover system strictly abided by the rules at the beginning of the Great Crusade. After completing the elimination of local resistance forces, they would never participate in local politics except for conscription.

Some others were particularly favored, such as the fleets of Lorgar and Guilliman, who, with the tacit consent of Terra (the Emperor), established their own country within a country with the fleet's expedition as the center.

Only Horus was an exception:

In the name of the Warmaster, he could not ignore local government affairs while taking full charge of all matters on the front line.

And also because of the name of the Warmaster, he did not dare to establish his own kingdom under the gaze of all the Primarchs.

This is Horus, a helmsman kidnapped by power on the doomed ship of Asterta;

This is Horus, a prisoner who seems to be favored by the Emperor, but has no way out.

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