Hearing the words of the Eleventh Legion Primrose with ominous signs, Makado's shoulders loosened.
"I know, this is unfair to you."
The seal holder raises his hand.
"Come on, let's take a walk with me, the old man."
They continued along the walls and looked out over the entire Himalayan plains.
There, to the south, the huge spire of the black office building can be seen just above the dark horizon, just outside the light of the spaceport.
Then, the seal holder stopped.
"Xerxes, do you regret it? If you want to quit now, you can stop immediately. I will explain to the emperor in the future."
The Primarch smiled strangely.
"You are always trying to... master the truth."
"I think if we have taught anything in the past few years, it is that ignorance can still hurt us and the deepest, and denying it will only cause more damage to the sea of fire and fire. It is said that less is good, and more words will lead to mistakes."
The Primros nodded.
"Be vigilant and taciturn, so that others will forget the truth. This feels very much like you, Lord Palmist, and like my father."
"But I also know very well that never, never underestimate the harm a seemingly reasonable truth can cause... The secret to stability is to know what truth should be buried, what records should be burned, what announcements should be denied, and it is to preach the fallacy to anyone who opposes you.
The way the stupid demagogue acts, the tiny contradictions are reasonable and beneficial, like a pinch of salt in the porridge, which makes the meal easier to swallow."
Xerxes chuckled several times.
"So I've been saying that I never regret it. Even if that will make me and my army dying, I choose to believe in you and my father."
As he said that, the Primrose turned around and put his hands on the guardrail, looking at the horizon in the distance, feeling lost.
"Print-hand man, you said, if I die one day, will my father leave me even a statue?"
"Your father has portrayed you as immortal beings, and you are too sentimental."
"ha."
The Primarch first chuckled, then sighed a long time.
"The Milky Way has been in the past millions of years, how can there be immortality?"
"Oh, you-"
Suddenly, the Primarch turned his head and looked at Makado with a serious expression.
"Princess, if I really die because of our plan one day, you must pay attention to Horus, because he will be full of resentment and resentment, and he will retaliate. Although it is difficult to know what form, he will definitely act."
Makado lowered his eyes and said nothing.
In an instant, many pictures were broken and the world was broken, but it was immediately reorganized at a faster speed.
Bang!
The door of the hall was pushed open suddenly, and the power and rage even made the burly servants retreat.
"Print-pinner!"
A giant roared and strided in, his footsteps sounded like armored thunder, and the black wolf skin floated with his movements - this was the most prominent feature of Horus, the primordial body of the 16th Legion Shadow Moon Cang Wolf.
"You'd better explain!"
Several gathered lords and bureaucrats immediately jumped from their positions around the debate table, and the primordial anger was enough to scare almost any mortal to cry and confess.
However, Macardo still sat upright on his tall wooden throne and stared calmly.
"You did Alphares, I guess."
Next to Horus, the Lord of the Alpha Legion, whose blue ornate etiquette armor was radiating, the primordial body of the Twenty Legion did not answer, but sneered at the officers who retreated from the posts on both sides of the gate - they were the only armed men in the room, and the idea of holding up their locked laser rifles never flashed through their minds.
Horus ignored everything and walked to the far end of the round table, and the wolf skin hanging from his huge ceramic shoulder armor drooped as the Primrose held up a accusing finger.
"Dear uncle, you have to give me an explanation."
Suddenly, shouts rang out of the corridor outside the hall, more soldiers in armor were approaching, and several golden shield holders were pouring into their sight.
They stopped at the door and looked at the room with a little confusion.
"Regent."
One of them shouted, staring vigilantly at the three primordies, one hand on the end of the hilt of the sword.
“Do you need our help?”
Makado's fingers hit the smooth tabletop, never removing Horus's cold attention.
"No, there is nothing I can't handle here. Thank you for your diligence and care. You can go back to work."
The imperial guard raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.
"Everything is the only one who listens to the emperor,"
He whispered, signaling several obviously more embarrassed court officials to go out.
The others also seized the opportunity, and the hall was quickly cleared, and Makado then threw a sharp glare at him at the third Primros.
Khan, the Primarch of the White Scar Legion, responded with respect, then circled a large circle along the edge of the low ceiling hall, and closed all the doors behind it.
"You are the same, Chagatai?"
Makado sighed and frowned.
"What made you so quickly to the world of Thrones that even the Stars could not reach your expeditionary force when we needed it?"
"My brother summons, and I respond."
Khan replied in his slightly accented Gothic language, leaning casually against a marble pillar.
"That's how you make us, aren't you?"
Afterwards, their conversation was interrupted by Horus' impatient roar, and the Primarch seemed to grit his teeth.
"Now, you have to answer me, the Sealer! I won't ask again."
"I guess."
Makado answered with fatigue.
"You mean the work that the stonemason guild is ongoing in Qunying Plaza?"
Horus glared at him.
"You know what I mean! It's an insult! Do you think we, my other brothers and me, will let this be lost? You have surpassed your authority, old man, you can't just erase history. If my father heard about it, He would-"
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Makado interrupted the other party, and no mortal dared to interrupt a Primrose.
“I cannot act as His loyal servant just because the command was not given by His own words?”
Horus shook his head, a hint of anger appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Please don't lie in front of me, you and your accomplices are taking great pains to conceal this from the Council of War and the rest of the Empire, and these orders do not have the seal of the eagle or the throne."
Then, the primordial body of the Sixteenth Legion clutched the edge of the table with his iron fist-wearing hands and leaned on it bored, and the ancient mahogany suddenly creaked under the heavy pressure.
"So tell me, convince me, what right do you have to try to remove one of the twenty large statues in the Plaza de Heroes! Do you want to erase my beloved brother? This is a monument to our great achievements and a symbol of inspiring all mankind. There is also his in this glory, no matter what he has done!!"
Makado suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Glory?"
The handkerchief smiled bitterly, and the words stinged him deeper than everyone present thought, but he could not express it.
“I never realized—”
Just as Soshiyang stared at the scene, an old voice suddenly rang in his ears, and he turned his head and was startled.
The sealer was standing beside him, and at this moment he seemed to be staring at the scene.
Then, his shriveled lips sighed.
"The seeds of rebellion took root and sprouted at this moment. Horus' hatred for me became a poisonous sting in his heart, and turned into hatred for his father, and was finally used by the evil god."