For thousands of years, the planet named [Moro] has been standing in the center of the Milky Way, completing its revolution and rotation day after day in the northern part of the maelstrom area.
In the administrative planning of the human empire, it belongs to the Far Eastern Star Region and is a relatively important node in the vast and empty area in the north-central part of the galaxy.
This huge habitable world looks unremarkable, but its civilization has a long history: As early as thousands of years ago, when the first human explorers left the home planet of Terra, they drove primitive spaceships on the
While exploring the Milky Way, they were shocked by the richness and beauty of Moro.
This world thousands of miles away from Terra has an environment that is very similar to the home planet of mankind: whether it is the flat and fertile main continent, the islands and azure oceans scattered to the north of the continent, or the mysterious swamps in the south, the western peninsula
The highlands and wilderness, even deserts and huge underground caves, all awaken the nostalgia of explorers.
So, of course, human colonists began to build towns and walls in this world, and the atmosphere of civilization spread on [Moro], and it has never ceased in the world for thousands of years since then.
It was not until the 30th millennium that the fleet from Terra finally visited this civilized paradise that was almost isolated from the world again after a long time.
At this time, [Moro] is ruled by several great families who drive Knight Titans. The Devine family gathered in the city of Lupekarlia is the leader of everyone. Their ancestors have cut off their bloodline from the past.
They inherited the title of [Supreme King] from the royal family, and under them, families such as Donal, Kaushik, and Mamalagorn were bounded by territories and fulfilled their loose obligations as feudal ministers.
Until the warships of the Human Empire swarmed out from Mandeville Point, thousands of the most powerful war engines blocked the sunlight of this world, casting the shadow of the great journey over the head of every Moro.
And the person commanding this fleet is none other than the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor.
In addition, the most powerful leader in the galaxy still has some unknown purposes, summoning several of his descendants to join this conquest that is already a fuss.
only……
The phoenix of Chemos was amused.
Fulgrim turned around, showing an attitude of undisguised joy. He opened his arms and embraced his Wolf Shepherd brother passionately.
Witnessing the blue-green surface of [Moro], Fulgrim turned his head in the shadow of the star and asked Horus a question. His purple pupils shone in the shadow, like backlit gems.
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At the same time as he heard the footsteps, Horus's casual aura disappeared without a trace in an instant. The Wolf Shepherd straightened up almost instinctively, and the unrestrained laughter on his face shrank into a
With an indifferent smile, he stood up, faced the voice, and walked to the door.
He pursed his lips and controlled the muscles at the corners of his mouth and cheeks to ensure that his first words with his brother would unfold with the most perfect smile.
But when the footsteps of Horus reached the ears of the two of them, this monotonous atmosphere became lively and lively in an instant.
He looked at Fulgrim again.
And his offspring returned to the "Emperor's Dream", waiting for the return of their genetic father.
Chagatai sat upright in his seat, continuing to drink wine slowly, marveling at everything in front of him.
Maybe he can't be perfect yet, but he can do his best.
But no one paid attention to him. This family with hundreds of years of honor and history has never been the focus. The emperor led his descendants to explore the deepest part of [Moro] and led them to witness the existence of some things. His
The four heirs swore to forget everything here, and to this end, they voluntarily accepted the Emperor's memory-erasing spell.
Fulgrim blinked at Horus.
Horus sighed softly. When he mentioned his genetic father, the words and chest of the Wolf Shepherd God were filled with the most sincere trust and love, as if the most ordinary child was admiring his father.
Fulgrim coughed twice and adjusted his state and spirit. Then, he unconsciously made the double-headed eagle emblem on the breastplate extremely obvious. The sight of the Primarch of the Third Legion found
He looked at the mirror-like wall next to him and carefully checked his appearance to ensure that he was in his most radiant state.
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In this inaudible sigh, the huge shadow walked into the room.
After that, the Lord of Mankind did not stop. He went to the most mysterious and obscure corner of Moro, a corner that only he himself could know.
Obviously, he is not quite suitable for this change of identity.
Fulgrim.
He really wished that he could face it side by side with him.
"Maybe he just wanted to see his offspring."
He said this, but the smug look on his face was not convincing at all.
Recovered from a prosperous steppe world less than five Terran Standard Years ago, he rose from a savage khan to a member of the most noble class in the Imperium of Man.
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"I actually still don't understand why he summoned us to this place. This is not the core fortress of the alien empire, nor is there anything that would make our father feel dangerous."
But this laughter soon stopped, because the superhuman perception of the original gene allowed them to capture some different sounds and breaths: a huge, indifferent, black shadow that cannot be underestimated has appeared in the corridor.
On the other side, we are about to enter this room.
At least for Fulgrim, this is indeed the case.
Fulgrim's answer made Horus laugh. The Wolf God patted the Phoenix on the shoulder. The two Primarchs started punching each other in a playful manner. On the contrary, the third Primarch leaned on his chair.
On top, he frowned slightly because of some of the hidden information in Fulgrim's words.
"Meet his most motivated and outstanding child."
The phoenix of Chemos was playing with his hair in boredom. He missed the [Emperor's Pride] a little, missed his best and most outstanding descendants, and even missed his dearest brother Ferrus, who was obviously very talented.
It has been less than two Terran standard months since I left all this, but the itch of nostalgia is already looming in my heart.
"Father must have his considerations."
This even made Chemos' Phoenix a little disappointed.
Phoenix couldn't help but sigh.
Chagatai Khan.
The Shepherd God turned around and patted Chagatai.
Leon Johnson.
Thinking of this, Fulgrim's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He frowned and softly condemned himself in his heart.
"For example, meet his newly returned heir."
But what he didn't know was that while he was focusing on himself in the mirror, his brother was also observing him.
"But, even so..."
As soon as the words fell, the two laughed again.
This situation even made Fulgrim hesitate a little. His brother was not as barbaric and rude as he seemed, nor did he have the reckless enthusiasm of Leman Russ that was even annoying. This made Fulgrim hesitate.
Grim's preparation seemed a bit inadequate.
"Don't let Zhuang Sen hear this...he will be unhappy."
But it is a pity that Jaghatai seems to be unable to see this honorary medal that is worthy of being compared to the Warmaster. He always maintains a polite silence and listens, only when Fulgrim mentions some deeds that are truly worthy of praise.
, will respond with a low and affirmative word.
Then, he spoke, and it was just the simplest greeting, neither distant nor close, but full of necessary etiquette.
Although this is the flagship of the Emperor, at this moment, the three original bodies seemed to be on the "Vengeful Spirit". Horus put his arms around the shoulders of the two brothers, amidst bursts of hearty laughter.
, the three of them opened a few bottles of wine, and finally sat in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, where they started some lighter topics.
The Primarch of the Third Legion looked at his brother: the strange beard and locks of hair, the yellow and indifferent face, the unified smell of whips, riding boots and motorcycle oil...
Fulgrim's bright purple eyes searched the room, and in the corners decorated with satin and gold paintings, he saw his brother.
Fulgrim nodded and answered Horus.
Horus laughed.
"besides……"
Phoenix of Chemos maintained the gentle smile on his face and began to select new topics from his mind to continue the conversation, while Chagatai changed his stance seemingly casually and disappeared.
He moved silently to a reasonable distance, just like a hunter dealing with a flying eagle, waiting for his brother's next words.
In Fulgrim's slightly expectant gaze, Jaghatai's long beard was fluttering in the air. The Primarch of the White Scars Legion thought about his words for a moment, and then considered the reality of the situation.
Jaghatai Khan was right there, holding a blade Fulgrim had never seen before and wiping it carefully.
"Stop flattering me, Horus."
Almost in the next second, Fulgrim's purple pupils looked at the sharp edge in Jaghatai's palm.
"Jaghatai, my brother."
He leaned on the chair and let out a laugh that was like the ringing of a bell. His beautiful long silver hair fluttered randomly with the laughter of the original gene, like strips of catkins filled with snowflakes.
"To be honest, I have no idea why my father summoned us all the way here."
Enough is enough, we still need to be tolerant towards our blood brothers.
"A very beautiful sword, Chagatai..."
(Don’t ask me why the emperor mobilized so many troops, gw wrote it this way, and I don’t know why)
The demigods scattered across the galaxy responded to the call of their father and monarch. Although the four Primarchs did not bring their armies, but each led hundreds of their descendants to join them, they and the Emperor's
The combined force is still the power of divine punishment that is enough to defeat any enemy, not to mention the Imperial Guard's Ten Thousand Soldiers who are by the Emperor's side.
Phoenix looked at himself up and down, adjusting some details from time to time, until he was finally satisfied. Then Fulgrim puffed up his chest and walked to his brother's side with a rhythm like a dance step.
Horus.
"But our father is different. He has to shoulder more."
"But he can indeed deal with all this. His strength and wisdom are far greater than ours."
His brother is not a civilized man. He is just like Leman Russ who is proud of his barbarism. Just from his appearance, you can see the striking savage atmosphere.
When hundreds of airdrop pods fell like a downpour, the Knight Titans belonging to the Devine family on the ground were as fragile as sparrows in front of the storm. The so-called resistance was just symbolic. After firing a few shots, they defended
After the so-called knightly honor, the head of Devine's family knelt down in front of the emperor tremblingly, changing from the high king of Morocco to the governor of the empire in this world.
"You, me, and we only need to be responsible for our own legions and heirs. We only need to consider what happens in a world or a galaxy. We only need to remember tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of names.
Enough to allow us to fulfill our mission.”
A different kind of aura lingered on Horus's body, an aura of facing confrontation and test. At this time, Horus looked more like a self-satisfied prince than the brother of the original body.
"Horus has mentioned you to me, often. He boasted of your descendants. Under your leadership, they have become the fastest hurricanes in the empire, bringing victory and glory."
Fulgrim smiled for a while, then turned sideways, leaned next to Horus, and deliberately told his brother in a rather mysterious tone.
There is no doubt that this will be a boring time.
It's a pity that they are not with him now.
Fulgrim did not stand up, he picked up his own wine glass and muttered something softly.
"When I saw him in Chemos, I realized this. He is far stronger, wiser and better than the best I could imagine. At that time, I was thinking, I have no reason to refuse his invitation.
, fight for a better and better goal.”
"But our fathers are different. Fulgrim, my dearest brother, wants to take up an empire and rule the entire galaxy and race. I don't think the Seal Bearer can actually help him. Malcador is so praised.
It's too much. In the end, the ultimate person responsible for everything is still our genetic father, and his burden is really too heavy."
The moment Horus opened the door, Fulgrim was boasting about his most proud heir: Akudona. He played the most beautiful music in front of his brothers, combining the talents and achievements of the chief palace swordsman.
and ability merged into the most rhythmic hymn. Whenever he talked about the fragments that made him happy, his fingers would unconsciously and slowly brush over the breastplate, allowing others to pay attention to the whole thing.
The Empire's unique double-headed aquila emblem.
Fulgrim and Jaghatai each stood under a painting. They maintained a safe and polite distance, casually discussing some topics: swords, heirs, and the commonalities between the vast grasslands and the barren desert.
Behind him, Jaghatai punched Horus lightly, smiling and bestowing blessings from the grassland.
Horus exhaled a stream of cool breath and looked at the huge planet in front of him. His most beloved father was on it, suffering some secrets and pain alone.
About fifteen minutes later, Horus, who had finally finished his business, opened the door to the room. He heard his two brothers having a pleasant conversation there early in the morning.
Chagatai looked at his brother quietly, picked up his wine glass, and tasted it slowly.
He has long golden hair, green pupils, pure black armor and a sharp sword, and has an aura that is as calm and majestic as a king.
"brother."
Horus smiled and stepped forward to greet him.
Leon-Jonson, Primarch of the First Legion, has arrived.