Years later, in the face of an unhappy but embarrassed Motarian and Coz, Horus will remember the distant afternoon when he pushed open the door to the feast and saw the chaos.

At that time, Motarian also had this expression.

It was a slightly hot afternoon, and the news of the loss of a loved one fell heavily on his heart, and they had lost a brother forever, after he had done something unforgivable.

The Emperor did not forgive his sons, even though he had always been tolerant and acquiesced in the private affairs of many legions.

But this time, he finally freed the wolf and the lion.

Horus tried to speak to the two executioners, but the Lion King rejected him in his usual blunt language, while the Wolf King was frustrated, unwilling to get his blood dirty.

But in any case, when Horus went to find them, most of the truth was erased, and even the tortured killers could not remember the truth behind the fog.

Horus had forgotten what had happened, but eventually, he was asked to bring the news to his brothers, who had already changed.

The truth is gone, the sting in the heart is in vain, the mourning has not yet been played, and Killiman and Dorne, who have been trusted and chosen by the emperor, have another mission to take on.

To Horus's sorrow, the angel St. Giles would not feel any positive feelings about this fact, and the genetic defect of the Ninth Legion was a knot in the heart of the angels, and the erasure of a legion only added to the panic in St. Giles's heart.

Horus walked slowly on the carpet, and the wolf shepherd was keenly aware of the laxity of the mortal honor guard, but at this moment Horus was not in the mood to dwell on this.

In front of the story of the original body, mortals are nothing more than ants.

Horus pondered in his heart how to speak, he was grieved enough, and the wolf shepherd no longer wanted his brothers to suffer more grief.

Killeman and Dorne have a certain mental construction on the matter, and the angel St. Giles knows everything Horus knew before. Motarian and Magnus were the ignorant, and they didn't have to get involved in it.

Horus invited Mortarian and Magnus to participate in the Battle of Zandan on the one hand, and Magnus might be able to express some opinions on the matter of [psionic memory erase].

On the other hand, there is. Well, this is the selfishness of Horus, who knows that he needs to invite the ignorant, otherwise the conversation of Dorne, Killiman and St. Giles will turn into a disaster-

For the vanished legions, they all know part of the content.

If the Ignorant were present, the other three would not speak easily, and perhaps it would make them feel better and turn their attention to the new brother.

Mortarian Horus thought he would attract everyone's attention, that Angels and Killiman would try to help him, and that he might have a good conversation with Magnus on the subject of psionics.

When he arrived, the door of the banquet hall was closed in front of him, and some faint noise came from behind the heavy wooden door.

It seems that they had a good conversation.

This fact relieved Horus's heavy heart a little, and he did not rush in, and the wolf herder took a deep breath and squeezed out a perfect and sunny smile.

At least in front of Motarian and Magnus, he needs to maintain an image of nothing happening.

He was looking forward to the banquet at the door, at least not as heavy as it really was.

Horus strode open the door.

"Hello everyone—"

Horus's voice stopped abruptly.

The angel St. Giles was half-kneeling on the ground, the archangel pressed Motarian hard, and Motarian was still struggling, and on the other side, Dorn was standing beside Magnus with his arms crossed, and the scarlet giant's long fluffy hair was lying on his stomach, and he stood without saying a word.

Seeing Horus coming, the angel looked up at him and smiled apologetically.

Horus slowly put a question mark.

？

Horus sat silently in his chair, and on the table beside him, the dishes had been removed, leaving only a crumpled white cloth, just like Horus's heart.

He may have come here to do something, but he looked at Killiman who was evacuating the crowd, at the angel with his wings slightly downturned, and at Dorne sitting alone without saying a word.

Horus suddenly had a sense of absurdity that he shouldn't be here.

Maybe he shouldn't have invited Motarian, or Magnus, or either of them.

Even Horus, who often gave impromptu speeches, felt the paleness of language in the face of this abstract fact.

There was an indescribable dullness throughout the hall, and for some reason, it seemed that all the primordials had released an apology to Horus.

Among them were Magnus, who was checking on his heir's injuries, and Motarian, who was sitting on the other side with a cold face, his heir checking his injuries - the angel used a little force.

According to the angel's account, Motarian took advantage of Killiman's entanglement with mortals in the communication channel to break free of Killiman and Dorn - a guy with stamina that no one expected.

With some kind of [monstrous rage], Motarian tried to wrestle Magnus.

Then he was pressed down by the angel, and the good news was that Magnus succeeded in not provoking Mortarian anymore after seeing the Lord of Death who was coming at him.

Finally, Horus's proposal to have Mortarian's two Death Shrouds persuade him, which was a good proposal, and the Lord of Death finally calmed down and vowed not to attack Magnus again.

"Almost."

Eventually, Killiman, who had been whispering, interrupted the silence.

"Most of them will be administered Level 2 amnestics, and the guards of honor on the periphery will only need to be treated with Level 3 surgery."

"The Ultramarines will take them to the surgery, and I've just explained the reason to the planetary governor of this planet."

The angel St. Giles smiled with relief, and the archangel looked at Gilliman,

"Thank you for being there, Killiman, if it weren't for you, I think the storm of this farce would have spread farther."

"Actually, this banquet may still be spread as a kind of gossip ciphertext, but I don't think anyone will believe such an exaggerated ciphertext."

Killiman smiled wryly, his gaze wandering between the farthest ends of the hall, where Magnus and Motarian sat respectively.

Finally, Killiman turned his gaze to Horus.

Obviously, only Horus was present to put an end to this, not Angels, Killiman was not qualified, and Dorne was not charismatic enough to convince the public.

In fact, Dorne had just scolded Motarian and Magnus for their actions, and he was visibly puzzled by their behavior of doing things when they didn't agree with each other.

Horus was able to understand Magnus to some extent, and Magnus would not tolerate someone insulting psionics in front of him, which was his proudest identity after all.

But Motarian. Horus couldn't understand why he chose to publicly insult Magnus even though he knew he was a psyker.

Horus was aware of Mortarian's dislike of think tanks, and as early as Druen, Mortarian had shown a twisted and hidden dislike of the Death Guard's think tanks.

After listening to the angel relay the words as they were, a terrible thought suddenly arose in Horus.

That is, could Motarian be trying to persuade Magnus?

The idea was so terrifying that Horus spontaneously didn't want to think deeply about it, and if it was true, then it meant that Motarian was in human contact.

Maybe Dorne will have something in common with him.

However, a stalemate was not always an option, and after the bell tower struck the ninth of the night, Horus finally organized a decent meeting.

Originally, Horus had directly intended to let Mortarian and Magnus leave, and although the estrangement was sad, Horus was not obligated to reconcile the relationship between each of the legions.

At times, Horus was happy to see some friction and conflict between the legions.

But the angel looked at him and said thoughtfully,

"I'd like to hear their respective debates about psionic abilities, Lupecar."

"We may be familiar with Magnus's arguments, but this new brother, Motarian, I am curious about his point of view."

The angel silently looked away, staring at the position of the death guard, who was more silent than the chattering Chiko.

Dorne, Killiman, Horus didn't realize it, but the angels did.

It is inconvenient for the archangel to directly pick out that using Magnus may be a good solution.

Maybe he shouldn't be so obsessed, but no one with an aetheric vision will ignore or underestimate that being.

At the very least, he needed to confirm that the Death Guard was conducting some kind of forbidden experiment, and Magnus was impulsive, but the words he shouted still made the angels care.

At the ends of a long table, Motarian, with a cold face, and Magnus, with an angry and disgusted face, sat at the ends of a long table.

"I don't want you to apologize for your slanderous words, but I won't talk to you anymore."

"Let my Commander Hades answer your questions for me and argue your absurdity."

Motarian said calmly that he would never come to the so-called banquet again, whether it was for Motarian or for others, it would be a disaster.

[What about your slander against psykers?! Your prejudiced words! 】

Magnus roared angrily, as any of the primordials present could testify that the quarrel was initiated by Motarion.

Motarian looked at him quietly, with a monstrous anger in his eyes, but the Lord of Death did not say anything more—

This is another contempt, another sarcasm, Magnus is furious as he realizes.

So he turned back.

+ Ahriman, on behalf of my will, go and argue with that brute. +

+ Do not be afraid, my son, if it tries to attack you, I will stop it. +

Ahriman swallowed and looked at the being opposite.

There were hundreds, thousands of unspeakable senses and emotions in the Aetheric Ocean, but to Ahriman's pain, the being on the other side was tormenting his senses in all directions.

It seems that the only way to avoid this is to turn off the vague aetheric sense, but this is not realistic for a thousand sons like Ahriman.

But he couldn't refuse Magnus, the Crimson Monarch.

+ Okay, sir. +

There is no choice for Ahriman, the choice is the only one, it has been observed.

At least for now, it seems that most of the primordials present were in favor of Magnus's position, especially the angel St. Giles, who was not convinced by the fact that the angels with psionic gifts did not perceive anything after causing such a commotion.

As long as it is a psionic person, after seeing the essence of that creature, it will choose to stand in the position of the thousand sons.

Ahriman took a deep breath and stepped forward.

At least he believed he could argue with these unspeakable fellows, and learning from Prospero required the necessary skill of oratory.

Then he saw it, and Hades on the other side smiled at him.

It was the same smile as before, the feeling of smiling but not smiling, and Ahriman was creepy.

He even read a slight apology from that smile, what was he apologizing—

A straight punch.

After that smile, Ahriman was faced with a straight punch.

A punch, without any skill, pure straight punch.

The other party's left eye, hidden under the hood, flashed a terrifying red afterglow, and the smile on the corner of Hades' mouth had not even completely subsided.

After that, he broke off.

Ahriman wasn't sure if it was the punch that knocked him unconscious in the flesh, or if the blasphemous power that had tainted it had broken his spirit—or both.

This is rare, for the first time, Ahriman has gained a real deep sleep, he no longer actively perceives the etheric field, and he has completely cut off his contact with the outside world.

When he awoke again, he saw his moaning companion - Ahriman had taken the monster to stun him down.

and the fist of the empire that surrounded the onlookers, the indescribable expression of the angel of holy blood.

This is not right.

Ahriman was furious that they had not seen the projection of Hades in the vast ocean, which seemed to them to be nothing more than a thousand sons being thrown to the ground.

This is not right, they fought in the vast ocean, but none of them realized it, they only saw the image of the thousand sons falling in disarray.

Shame and anger crept up, and it made Ahriman feel the courage to make a comeback, and Chiko needed to get it back.

He pondered all this, the angels would understand psionic powers, and if Ahriman described the orderly and orderly side of psionic energy, the Lord of Maculag would agree with him.

And Lord Horus must be the one who will help the one side who shows weakness, and he will not try to interfere with the two sides with his own point of view.

The only trouble is Dorne, but Ahriman believes that Dorne can't get much approval for his own views.

Suddenly, Ahriman realizes that they have won the battle, and defeats the death guards, so that the adults realize what kind of being Hades really is, and they can then contact the emperor to reveal Motarian's crimes.

Across from Ahriman, Hades raised an eyebrow, and his opponent seemed to be lost in some kind of thinking.

Compared to Qianzi, who is bent on winning, Hades doesn't care about winning or losing.

If he wanted to win, he could have said it all like beans, and then laughed at all the primordial objects in the hall and fell into hallucinations on the spot, and finally succeeded in falling into the ascension.

The language itself is not interesting, and in the face of objects that meet the requirements of Hades's hands-on agreement, Hades will only choose to solve the problem physically.

While this doesn't quite fit the quaint morality of 3k, it does.

Seeing that Ahriman was still thinking, Hades realized that the other side was trying to convince all the Primordials and punish him or something.

The efforts of the other side, Hades saw in his eyes.

As for Hades' efforts

The door to the hall slammed open, and a Praetorian and Silent N walked in with their heads held high, their red sideburns raised in their helmets, revealing their formidable image.

Hades noticed that except for Magnus and Ahriman, the faces of the rest of the primordials were not very good-

It's the Forbidden Army!

Did Ahriman realize that they had come to capture Hades? After all, Hades has the traces of the emperor's seal on his body.

This is really some kind of good thing, the other side has failed, and the forbidden army will reveal their crimes.

Hades crossed his arms and tilted his head silently helplessly.

How can it be fun to shake people in compiling scriptures, although the other side seems to have misunderstood.

But Charon and they came quickly, thanks to the fact that Hades suspected that they had been lurking near the Death Guard fleet.

Charon saluted the Primitives, and then walked straight to Hades—

Salute.

Magnus's eyes widened.

Yes, yards

(End of chapter)