A mortal whom he did not recognize was bowing to him.
They always like this.
When he saw the short figure beside the door, Horus, the Emperor's favorite son, the Wolf Shepherd of the Empire, and the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion Astartes, thought of this.
The Primarch who came out of Cthunia still had a friendly smile on his face. His eyes quickly looked at this mortal body, his eyes passing over the glittering medals and buttons, and he was combing them.
With his meticulous hair flowing freely, he was sure that this was a senior officer in the Imperial Army, but he definitely did not belong to his subordinates or the expeditionary fleet, because he could not recognize this person.
He may have fought side by side with the mortal in front of him in some battle, but those temporary battles and friendly forces were as numerous as stars for a Primarch, and it was easy to forget them.
But even so, Horus strode forward and patted this mortal's shoulder affectionately.
【Why are you so polite, my comrade-in-arms.】
The Primarch's voice was like a bell, and even though he never shouted loudly, it still easily rippled through the corridors and rooms.
It took little effort for the Wolf Shepherd to figure out everything that happened here, because Abaddon was smiling, holding Togaton's shoulders, and informing him of the wonderful things that were about to happen in the arena in a tone of laughter.
matter.
"I just don't like those guys who are stuck in the staff department. Those so-called officers and commanders in the mortal army, many of them rely on blood and interpersonal relationships to climb up. They are indeed capable, but
Their abilities may not be worthy of that position.”
The Shepherd God led his two heirs through a flight of stairs, turned down a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a private hall.
The corner of the corridor was filled with happy air for a while.
"But...Father, the Eleventh Primarch rarely carries even the mortal auxiliary army, and according to intelligence, the Eleventh Legion cleansed a large number of human worlds that were once controlled by Ran Dan on the grounds of pollution. This violates the long-term violation of the law.
The preparation and discipline required for combat."
"I really don't understand. What can we have to say to these mortals? Is there any place and time where we must use them? Could it be that without them, we can't destroy countless aliens and rebels from the star of Holy Terra?
Hong Kong fought all the way here?"
【Okay, let’s continue talking.】
[My brother Guilliman has taken the aliens who practice witchcraft as his own problem.]
The Primarch smiled inwardly, and at the same time, he also remembered this mortal's name.
"……roll!"
James nodded.
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These friendly words made the mortal officer's shoulders tremble involuntarily, and his voice turned into an incredulous inquiry.
"A bunch of short-sighted idiots, wouldn't those aliens be here without us?"
Beneath this soft voice was the soul of a mortal who could barely keep thinking in the face of the Primarch's courage and charm.
[In this burning galaxy, no sacrifice will be ignored, just like no betrayal will be forgiven.]
"Four Terran standard months have passed since the end of the Battle of Sabis. According to intelligence, the Randan troops on the eastern front have not launched a new offensive. The Dark Angels are trying to move the front forward, and the forging world Shana
It has gradually transformed from a war front line to a supply center."
There are already people waiting there, and they are the two most trusted sons of Horus: Sejames, and Asimand. Of course, the latter is generally called [Little Horus] by his battle brothers, because he
He is so similar to his genetic father.
[If I remember correctly, according to the last intelligence sent back, some groups in this forging world are dissatisfied with the rule of the empire?]
Sejames, Abaddon, Torgaddon and Asimand.
The Luna Wolf who let out a series of playful laughs was completely free of the embarrassment of being with his companions again. Togaton's face was enveloped in a happy mood as always, and he touched Abaddon's chest affectionately with his elbow.
[I also miss the Soul of Vengeance, its simple appearance and powerful reputation, as well as the Corridor of Honor and Legion Arena, but unfortunately, Ezekiel, my strongest child, still needs to stay on Mars.
For a while, the maintenance of a Glory Queen class is not an easy task.】
Abaddon was a little irritable and wanted to laugh.
"Do you remember me, my lord?"
"Oh... I still miss the Spirit of Vengeance. It's like a place where a warrior should stay."
And even if the original body finalizes something personally, he will not let the Luna Wolves bow their heads directly. They will still stick to their opinions until Horus uses perfect logic and words to make them nod, and in some extremely rare cases
In this case, the heir's wisdom will also defeat his genetic father, allowing Horus to cleanly admit that his plan is insufficient.
"Oh, of course, we don't need them at all. At least the heroic Lord Abaddon doesn't need them at all. He can kill an entire greenskin fleet by himself and swallow an entire rebellious planet into his belly. Completely
No need for covering fire or flanking defenses or anything like that."
James's conversation suddenly changed.
Feelings about another Primarch were quickly buried in brand new topics, and these crude and reckless topics were always inseparable from the war.
Laughter resounded in the room, and the four sons of Horus laughed casually. They didn't care about the so-called achievements and results, just like they didn't care about the nameless vicious rumors.
"The Primarch of the First Legion did hold a meeting in Shana, but according to the leaked intelligence, he used some relatively... tough and direct methods to allow the bishops to continue serving the empire."
Nothing special, it was a small incident that he would hardly remember: he and Ezekiel, with dozens of warriors, ended the battle within one Terran standard time. In the heart of the Primarch, that
It's like a fun outing on a weekend afternoon.
"On the other hand, there may indeed be people worth admiring in the trenches. Their bayonets and bullets can be equally deadly in some special circumstances. I can still tell this clearly."
[My brother Jonson, didn't he try to appease them?]
Looking at the gilding on the armrest, Abaddon couldn't help but complain softly.
Abaddon smiled contemptuously.
Horus laughed.
Since Horus decided to let the Luna Wolves stay here, they will abide by it. After all, it is known that the Wolf God is the emperor's favorite son. He must have led his legion in the galaxy for some reason.
He raided the west and did not participate in the battle with Ran Dan.
[How can a soldier forget his comrades who shed blood and sweat with him? I think every detail of that war, every drop of blood, and every sacrifice will also be imprinted in your memory, my comrade.
】
This is the brain that Wolf Shepherd trusts most: the Council of Four Kings.
"The Eleventh Legion just won a battle. Yes, they won again. It is said that they severely damaged one of Ran Dan's battle moons in a gang-hopping battle. If it hadn't been for the lack of timely follow-up, I'm afraid they could still have fought.
Re-enact the glorious victory of the First Legion in the Sabis System."
"Your Majesty the Emperor, Ezekiel, was your body taken away by someone? Could it be that a truly intelligent man just took over your body?"
He, Ezekiel, or we can use the name that will be more famous and beloved in the future:
Abaddon.
Horus chuckled, and he quietly remembered the name of this forging world.
[Nothing, Mr. Auster, nothing. Our arrival is important, but without the heroic fighting of you and your men, the world would not have been able to wait for the moment of our support. You are the real one in that battle.
Heroes and heroes, the one more important than me.】
When Horus patted the inexplicably excited mortal on the shoulder again, and watched him thank him profusely, as if he had received some huge benefit, and disappeared at the end of the corridor, he turned his head and only saw himself.
His sons were already laughing together.
But no one could see the trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes.
[You and your soldiers sacrificed their lives fighting for the great cause of the Emperor, and shed their blood and sacrifices. This is enough.]
"I……"
As soon as he finished speaking, a string of joking remarks appeared next to Abaddon.
Horus' sighs were mixed with chuckles.
"Togaton!"
"The Eleventh Legion... has broken into Ran Dan's control area a little too much. I can understand that this is because behind their battle line is the Sun Star Territory and Holy Terra, but this behavior is inevitably too risky. The [Witch"
Magic Killer] has always refused to fight alongside other legions, and he may lack strong enough flank cover."
【He has always been like this.】
[The strength of the Eleventh Legion is enough to cope with such a scene and loss. Although my brother lives in isolation, he always possesses incredible power. The only ones who can defeat them may be themselves. 】
Then, he raised his head and felt a little enlightened.
"Who would need such a girly thing? Our Abaddon is famous for being victorious in every battle~"
This name rolled around in the brain of the original body. Horus spent a moment searching for similar fragments in his vast memories and thoughts, and confirmed it in the next moment.
Little Horus said with a sighing voice.
"It is said that the Thirteenth Legion returned empty-handed again."
"Pfft - I, I'm angry - pfft hehe..."
[My brothers are always so good, so good that they even make me feel some pressure. Maybe I should also apply to my father to let the legion go to Ran Dan's front line to get some merit, instead of doing nothing here and being beaten by those
Accusing people behind their backs.]
When dealing with the Luna Wolves, Horus's voice is always sincere and firm. This is a voice of trust that mortals can never hear and are never qualified to listen to.
As always, Sejames stood in the center of the room and presided over the meeting. As one of Horus's favorite sons, this Fourth Captain was also the de facto second person in the Luna Wolves Legion.
Ezekiel lowered his voice and let out a pitiful chuckle.
Very good, it seems that he did forget something.
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Horus didn't have much to worry about.
"This is not a wise move. Ignoring the power of those mortals will cause big troubles."
Abaddon's voice was a little low and garrulous, mixed with the occasional interruptions and discussions between Togaton and young Horus, and it soon turned into a debate mixed with memories and achievements, and Horus
He didn't care about all this. He leaned on his seat and watched the heirs debating with each other, which was pleasing to the eye.
Cotos Noir…
"Oh, come on, my Ezekiel...are you angry?"
And in this wonderful atmosphere, their topics extended from the edge of the galaxy to Holy Terra, and then to those places where the war is currently the most intense in the galaxy.
[You and I are both warriors who have fought bloody battles for the great cause of the empire and humanity. We are all brothers who fight side by side. When do we need such polite etiquette? 】
[…This is indeed a problem. Maybe I should remind him, but I’m not sure whether he will listen to my suggestions seriously. 】
"Father is wasting his time on these mortals again."
But in the heart of a mortal, that may be the most memorable and respectful moment in his life.
Except Horus.
"They only found an empty world that was completely deserted. It was very likely that it was attacked and controlled by the mind-controlling species of Osiris, until it was drained of the last drop of blood."
Abadon kept a straight face, as if he was trying his best to express his anger, but when his eyes involuntarily moved to Togaton's face and saw the winking expression, he finally couldn't hold it back.
Abaddon fell into a whirlpool of nostalgia and slight dissatisfaction, while Horus slowly opened the door. Inside the door was a palace that was once glorious and extravagant.
The Stats have been renovated, but the shadows of the glory and slackness of the past can still be seen.
"Yes...yes, sir, of course I remember!"
Abaddon snorted in displeasure from his nose, and there was already laughter all around him.
[Yes, some of Shana's founding bishops and priests believe that they should not be too involved in the war between the empire and Ran Dan, because in the past period of time, Shana has been the core battlefield, and has even been directly defeated by Ran Dan's main army.
It had landed, so the losses were extremely heavy, which led to the voice of dissatisfaction with the empire intensifying in this world.】
[There is nothing wrong with sharing the humiliation of the past with your own legion and fighting side by side to wash it away, but Robert is always a little paranoid. He will always be stubborn when things don't go well. If it weren't for this shortcoming,
He may be the greatest strategic master in the galaxy. No one can compete with his terrifying calculation and coordination on the chessboard of the galaxy.】
"Ignore the power of mortals."
"But there is one thing worth noting, father."
Horus waited patiently for his sons to recover from their joy, and then signaled Abaddon and Torgadon to follow him, while the remaining Luna Wolves bid farewell to their genetic father.
Go to the arena or somewhere else to find something to pass the time.
Afterwards, the meeting went on as usual, and everything looked the same as usual: Horus himself rarely spoke directly and put forward opinions. If he could, he preferred to watch these personally selected heirs debate and discuss.
Fully absorb the sparkle of wisdom that shines in their words.
Everyone thinks so.
James nodded, confirming his genetic father's inquiry.
Abaddon sneered disdainfully, while Horus rubbed his chin, thinking about something.
"On Kotos Noel, it was you and your warriors who came to kill the admiral and warboss of the Orc fleet at the critical moment of the war, and saved my legion, my fleet, and the entire world!"
Horus slowly walked to the main seat. After several of his heirs were in place, he slowly sat down and announced the beginning of the meeting.
Togaton's eyes widened.
In the dark, he seemed to have thought of something, but when he concentrated on it, he couldn't remember it.
In a daze, he could only be sure that he had just thought of one of his brothers, the commander of the Eleventh Legion.
What do you want him to do?
Could anything else happen?
Horus blinked, feeling an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness slowly welling up in his heart.