It's clear that they both ignore the outwardly glowing Horus, even though Horus is usually the focus of everyone's attention without surprise, and only the angel St. Giles can compete with him.

But only people with the same breath attract each other, and among the bright and radiant brothers, it seems that neither side expects the existence of the other side.

In Horus's private original conference room, the half-worn moon wolf banner and the double-headed eagle flag hung together, the pale gold carpet covered the floor, and the woven single sofa was placed in a casual posture in the room, but they all faced the projection equipment in the small room.

Horus turned on the projection device, and their target galaxy immediately appeared in front of everyone, Horus took a light breath, and then he turned around with a smile-

Motarian sat silently on one of the couches, maintaining the necessary silence, like a sculpture.

The Lord of Death's armor was pale and bone-white, with some shallow marks clearly visible on it, and his armor was just as hollow and weak, with no extra ornaments at all—

It was unbearable for some of the primordials, but Mortarian was unconcerned about the imperfections, his sunken eye sockets hidden in the darkness of his hood, and it was never possible to guess what he was thinking.

Horus assumed that it was caused by the poisonous gas in Motarion's mask, but he could not understand Motarion's masochistic behavior.

Coetzes, on the other hand, sat on the couch in an awkward and unsettling posture, as if it were made of nails and thorns.

But Horus was sure that the sofas in the room were made of the most comfortable materials, and even a naked baby would immediately fall asleep on these soft sofas.

The Lord of the Night was wrapped in the cold iron armor of the midnight, and at the end of the armor, where those fingers were, the sharp blades shimmered with a merciless light, and countless skulls pierced Koz's armor with iron admonitions, looking at Horus in the hollow and painful.

Some traces of dried slime crowded Coz's long hair, messing up the original black hair, and in it, Horus could even see some unidentified lumps.

But compared to Motarian, who had hidden himself all, Koz showed his full face, his skin was a horribly ice-white, his whole face was bloodless, and his lips were blue, mixed with the dark brown of the dried blood.

Horus looked at his two brothers, which gave him an eerie feeling that the two people who were usually out of place in the original body had a symmetrical resemblance at the moment, and to use a rather inappropriate analogy, Motarian and Conrad Coz, reminded him of Killiman and Donne.

In short, both prototypes resemble corpses, with the difference that one is a tuberculosis corpse that has been buried in the loess for many years, and the other is a corpse that has lost too much blood for years in an ice cellar.

Well, Horus said to himself in his heart, and I have to admit that even Horus felt a little tricky.

Although it was not as tricky as it was at that banquet, Horus was much more relieved.

Horus tried to make his tone as relaxed as he could, and he looked at the two brothers, who clearly didn't intend to speak first,

"Before we start, we can get to know each other and get to know each other so that we can work better together after that."

Prior to this, Shadowmoon Wolves had worked with both legions individually, so it was clear that Horus was referring to getting Motarian and Koz to know each other.

The Lord of the Night lifted his eyes, hidden in his long tangled hair, and in complete darkness, he glanced at Horus melancholy.

He saw a shattered puppet, engulfed in uncertain flames, roaring and tearing apart the sun.

He's no longer Horus.

Brothers turn against each other, hand in hand. He spoke,

"Conrad Coz, Lord Midnight."

A soft, hoarse voice rang out, causing the eyes of the others to focus on Coetze's.

"Motarian, Death Guard, Lord of Barbaros."

Koz cast a glance in Motarian's direction.

He saw the garden, the high walls climbed by vines and maggots, the knees forced to kneel, and the pursuit of the suffering finally reaped tragedy.

Another person who can't help himself.

Once again, sadness and brokenness overtook him, nightmares like mottled ghosts on the walls at midnight, justice and redemption were nothing but dreams in his mind, and they cried out to tear him apart.

"Conrad?"

Horus's voice woke him up, and Coates shook his head roughly, motioning for Horus to continue his introduction to the target.

It's a fairly prosperous pocket kingdom with some galactic defenses, but the majority of the country's population is still concentrated on its main planet, and it's highly technologically and militarily advanced.

In the face of such a human civilization, the Empire repeatedly sent its peace ships, but this human civilization resolutely refused to surrender and imprisoned the Empire's peace officials

Coetzes listened intently to Horus's tirade, his incorrigible brother still believing that there was hope for this civilization, and that Horus wanted to negotiate with this civilization.

Horus insisted on negotiating peace, and he advocated that the civilization's extraterrestrial defenses should be laid first, and then try to make them surrender.

He was voluminous about "why there is hope for this civilization", clichés, nothing new, Coates was sleepy, he was bored, and he began to recall the screams of the skinned people, but alas, in the boring conference room of Horus, the shrill begging for mercy also became dull.

Horus, Killiman, Dorne's high-sounding fellows, they don't understand that mercy and forgiveness only invite depravity, and that only merciless judgment can bring order and justice.

Fear begets justice, and pain begets fear.

Koz could already imagine Horus's reprimand and disappointment in the battle that followed, when the Midnight Lords used the Blade of Dread to bring their enemies to their knees.

Guys who pay attention to form. Why wouldn't they face the fact that a small amount of blood was exchanged for a lot of sacrifice? Is it that they want their children to die in large areas?

They just don't want to face their sins like Coetze, they don't want to admit the war crimes they have committed.

"If they don't accept our request for peace in the first phase, then the legion can land in the eastern part of Continent Three, where their communication artery exists, cut it off, and continue to put pressure on them, they won't last long, up to three standard Terra months-"

"No," the ghost of Norstar softly spat out his words, "three standard Terra weeks at most." ”

Horus was stunned,

"The enemy still has a southern communication artery, and they won't be so fast."

The wolfwrangler's voice grew quieter, and he seemed to know what Conrad was trying to say.

"Give this artery, densely populated traffic city to the Midnight Lords, don't block their communications with radio waves, they need to witness."

Coetze softly spat out his words,

Horus looked at Conrad Coz solemnly, the wolf-shepherd's brow was already furrowed,

"Conrad, let's not talk about anything else, how can you be sure that the people here will give in? Instead of igniting a deeper hostility and warlike spirit towards the Empire. ”

Motarian, who had never fought with the Midnight Lord, apparently didn't understand what the two were saying, but out of a good impression of Koz's first impression, Motarian remained silent.

"Because," Coetz slowly rubbed the blades of his armor against each other, and he needed his heart and flesh to beat between his hands, rather than sit here dryly and say something indifferent to Horus.

Reality will prove him right.

"According to the climate of this planet, three weeks is enough for the corpses to exude a wonderful scent, and if we pile the corpses high enough, these deeply fermented scents will flow down the monsoon, spreading fear to the cities that are still not lost."

Coates put his hand in front of his face and took a deep breath of intoxication, as if he had smelled the smell of the pile of rotting flesh, cloudy pus running from the hollow eye sockets.

"They'll surrender soon, before they run out of supplies."

Coates said nonchalantly, and Horus seemed to hear Coz's low, sneering laughter,

"You can't-"

Motarian raised his hand and signaled that he was going to speak,

"If it's just a matter of fermenting corpses, Death Guard can provide viruses that allow corpses to decay faster and give off a richer scent, which can further reduce the time."

The Lord of Death said,

This time, Kozna's sneering laughter echoed directly through the room, and the Lord of the Night almost burst out laughing,

"Motarian, my brother, thank you for your kindness, now we can conquer this civilization in two weeks."

Under the cloak, folds piled up around Motarian's eyes, and Horus realized that Mortarian was smiling too.

Horus took a deep breath, and he raised his hand, bringing the two brothers' attention back to his,

He spoke as softly as he could,

"This is a highly developed human civilization, and there is no oppression on it," Horus glanced at Mortarian quickly,

"This civilization, they are only developing, and they are not guilty," Horus looked at Koz this time,

"They," Horus took another deep breath, "deserve more glorious war, not fear and slaughter." ”

"Give me a chance, their rulers are not incompetent, and after realizing the true strength of the empire, they will soon surrender instead of continuing the war."

"My brother, Horus."

Motarian spoke, in his hoarse voice,

"Because their rulers are not mediocre, they will definitely fight the empire until the last moment before they are completely crushed - militarily or psychologically."

"Only the incompetent will surrender, and when they encounter a foreign enemy, they will first think unrealistically of resisting in order to retain their noble position."

"But after really realizing the gap between the two sides, they are the ones who surrender the fastest, because they need to keep their [noble] position."

Galaspa's memories came back, and the management there panicked and tried to surrender as Mortarion's army climbed to the top of the Middle Nest.

Of course, Motarian did not accept their surrender.

"This human civilization is a nation built on the cult of personality of the family."

Motarian pointed his withered finger at the map behind Horus, and few people knew, and even Motarian himself didn't realize that the Lord of Death had astonishing political sensibilities.

"The king is responsible to the people, the people love their monarch, the whole kingdom is thriving, their culture will not allow them to surrender to a foreign enemy stained with the blood of their own kingdom, you need to break them to pieces, break them enough, until there is no possible resistance."

"Or let them be afraid, so fearful that they can overwhelm any other emotion."

Koz took Motarian's words, and the two primordials apparently agreed on the topic of refuting Horus.

Unfortunately, in front of these two legions, Horus, who was qualified enough, had an absolute position, and after realizing that the two primordials were disobeying him and trying to conquer in a way that was displeasing to the empire and the emperor, Horus put away his kind face at the beginning.

Standing before them now stood the majestic wolf shepherd, Horus's eyes staring sternly and intensely at the same time at Koz and Motarian,

"My brother, I want you to realize,"

Horus spoke,

"The Empire has sent us to this civilization not only for conquest."

"We are the liberators of civilization, we bring civilization, not death and oppression, the Great Expedition is a glorious liberation, we liberate humanity from evil aliens and tyrants, not oppress them."

This sentence is very true, the premise is that the Shadow Moon Wolf is an Ultramarine, or some other Brin Brin Shining Legion.

"They rebelled against the Empire, they were guilty, and if they were guilty, they needed to be judged."

Coates stared at Horus, his dark pupils without a glimmer of light, his canine teeth slightly bared,

"They need to realize that the end of resistance is death, and their fearful death will alert the rest to order."

Motarian calmed down compared to the two men, who had already clashed slightly, and remembered the rebuke that Manus and Vulcan had reprimanded him at that time, and the brutality of Perturabau's bombing of even friendly troops.

The Lord of Death has realized that these brothers of his are judging others purely by their personal preferences, and they even have different definitions of the Great Expedition.

Motarian wondered what the Emperor, the liar, had told his brothers about the different lies.

And after all that had been going on, Motarian didn't care about these arguments that didn't affect reality in the slightest, and the Lord of Death's eyes were firmly fixed on the terrifying future, and that was enough to make him tremble.

As for how exactly this planet will be brought down, he doesn't care.

As long as it's made sure that the Death Guard doesn't lose a lot of money due to poor tactics, then Motarian doesn't have much of a different perspective on the whole thing.

Unless the planet fits the label of Psyker, or Oppressor, or Alien.

Given that this planet is simply a human civilization and does not constitute the above three elements, Motarian remained on the sidelines.

He listened with interest to the debate between Conrad Coz and Horus, and the scales in his mind involuntarily began to tilt in favor of Conrad Coz.

None.

It's 6k today!

3/14 owed

(End of chapter)