"Horus, is your battle that makes the Milky Way surrender because you seek glory and recognition? Or do you do it because it is your duty, and it is your father who has delivered it to you? If your loyalty is worth only a few hundred tons of white marble and a little bit of praise
Yao, then what glory did the legions win?”
Horus was furious about it, and so was Alphares, but Khan still seemed to be satisfied with listening and observing.
The primrose of the Sixteenth Legion straightened his completely superhuman height and began to stride around the table resolutely.
"Macado, we come here as friends, seeking truth and understanding, yet you add more insults to us."
Horus let out a deep, similar to a howling wolf, and pushed a heavy wooden chair aside like a child's toy.
"You are not satisfied with erasing all historical records from one of my brothers, my most loyal and wisest brothers! You still dare to question our position in my father's great vision? If you were me, the Sealer, how would you react now? You are fully aware of Alpha
Rees, Chagatai and any of me, can break you and every co-conspirator you and yours, and then freely leave the place and return to the expeditionary army as if nothing had happened."
Macado shrugged.
"It is true, but how will you let others see you? As powerful warlords, just because of anger, knock down any right of inferior humans who question your rule?"
"But, my dear uncle..."
Horus was almost whispering as he approached the Palmist.
"That's exactly what we mean."
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know better than anyone that the history of the empire cannot be modified, and we will not allow it!"
Alphares was walking around the hall, and he nodded in agreement.
"We know the price of fate, Lord Regent, we know that sacrifice must be made, and some of us will always have this possibility--not alive to witness the galaxy system under the banner of our father."
The Twenty Legion Primros placed a fist on his chest to salute, undoubtedly paying attention to Makado's reaction to his old posture.
"But really have to deny their existence? Openly insulting the memories of our fallen brothers? What makes you have the right to make this decision, secretly and hidden behind the scenes?"
Markardo stared at him.
"Don't tell me the secret! Especially you, Alphareus, you are playing a dangerous game, all three of you, and my patience is limited."
Then, with a suffocating breath, the Palmist turned his back to Horus, and he could feel every pair of eyes in the room falling on him, and then he took his eagle-topped scepter back from the bracket beside the throne, facing the monster he helped create in a cold manner.
He lowered his body and returned to his seat, staring at everyone from under his hood.
"When our great emperor was absent from the world of thrones, I convey His authority, and I acted in His name, and here we, including the Lords and members of Terra, have fully discussed this issue and decided that the praise of a Primrose of Fall and Shame is not
It is worth a monument on the Plaza de Heroes, that statue will be removed, the marble will be crushed and used to fill the roads of the inner palace ritual gardens.”
Not only did all the primordial bodies froze, but Soshiyang also froze.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt ashamed and angry when he witnessed this decision, especially since he had only seen his primroses not long ago.
At this time, the phantom beside him spoke again.
"It was a wrong decision, and I was saddened by it, but I had to do so for the sake of the empire."
Horus stood silently, except for his fingers twitching, without doubt he was imagining the corpse of the hand sealer from beginning to end.
“Not worth it?”
This is no longer a roar, it is a battle cry containing naked murderous intent.
But Makado turned a blind eye and leaned on the back of the throne carved.
"If you cannot see the reason behind this decision, you will only further convince me that this is the right move. There is nothing to discuss here. Please return to your legion. The empire needs victory more than before, and let these past failures be buried."
Surprisingly, Horus suddenly laughed loudly.
"You can't even say it, right? You can't even say his name."
"Don't say it!"
Makado shouted angrily, and his words filled with spiritual power hit the spirit of the Primarch like a heavy hammer on his forehead.
Horus staggered, blinking and squeezed out the pain, his brother seemed to feel the blow, and every mortal still in the room.
"This is your father's order, boy! And you all agreed, and now disobeying is breaking the Emperor's own trust."
The Primrose showed a twisted and contemptuous smile.
"My brother's name is-"
At a faster speed than human thinking, Makado's empty hand quickly made a mysterious gesture that had long been forgotten by all living beings on Terra.
In a moment,
Horus froze, his limbs locked firmly in his armor, trembling uncontrollably.
While he resisted, stress builds in his muscles.
And Makado also used his spiritual power to continuously control the Primrose.
Khan then jumped to the center of the room.
"Regent."
He begged, spreading his hands open.
"You have to forgive him, and what he said comes from the grief and shame we bear together."
The air between them echoed with invisible energy, and Makado could still see the abhorrence, contemptuous conceit flashing in Horus' trembling gaze.
then
He forced Horus to kneel down.
"Xue..."
The tortured Primros choked.
"Xue...xi..."
Soshiyan narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect Makado to do this, and the phantom beside him sighed quietly:
"I didn't mean it, but the Emperor's vision cannot bear so many surprises."
The face of the palm printmaker twisted into a grinning like revenge, and the ancient and familiar rage began to arouse, and the past was buried deep in his immortal soul.
"Enough! Stop your mouth! Otherwise I will destroy you, at this moment."
Horus's trachea was closed with a weak crackling sound, and his right eye turned red from the bursting of blood vessels in the sclera.
But he still hasn't eased,
Such contempt.
Alphares took a step back uncertainly.
"Stop, Regent, you will kill him."
The tiny and spreading light particles began to slide into the edge of Makado's vision, and he could feel the heat accumulate in his old bones, stinging his body.
"Print-pinner!"
Khan shouted, and he had no choice but to use his spiritual power to fight against the Seal Palmist.
In an instant, everything was over.
Macardo released Horus, and the primordial fell on the tiled floor, the air in his lungs was almost suffocating, and Alphares rushed to him immediately.
"Breathe, brother."
Makado was also gasping violently, holding the cold iron of the scepter tightly, feeling like a drowning man clutching the last slick lifeline he could find.
"If it were you, what would you make the decision?"
Soshi frowned and then snorted.
"I respect the Primarch's decision, if that's his expectation-"
He turned around and looked at the erratic phantom.
"It is you, from the beginning, trying to induce me to understand Horus's thoughts, and your purpose makes me doubt."
The phantom was silent at first, followed by a low laugh. In the end, its original form was torn apart, leaving only a erratic shadow, which seemed to be undergoing millions of changes every moment, surrounded by crystal-like particles.
"The son of Xerxes, the road ahead is long. If you want to believe and doubt who you want to doubt, you have to make a good decision. This game is not enough, but you can't finish it."
Amid the laughter, the phantom gradually disappeared, leaving only a sense of fear that made Soshiyang's heart palpitations.
For a moment, he felt as if he was in the palm of some giant, but after thinking about it carefully, he could not describe it.
Then, he turned his gaze back to the scene that was about to end.