The wolfherd's stunned stunned lasted only a moment, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original state, and his still warm and open smile even caused Morgan to have a brief illusion.

If it weren't for the impressive laughter that stopped, Lady Spider might have wondered if she had misheard, and she carefully observed the corners and pupils of the wolf herder, but could not see the overly obvious disguise.

The conversation continued, for Horus did not want to stop, and even though Morgan straightened his back and placed his fingers prominently on the table, the Wolf Shepherd's tone was still one that could not be denied, and he asked questions to himself, smiling, and in a peculiar rhythm interspersed with the obvious concern for Morgan.

After some talk about the Legion and Honor, Horus was concerned about his brother Johnson, and in between his successive questions, he occasionally mentioned some questions about Morgan, which were not deliberate, but enough for the wolf shepherd to compare the true image of the Morgan lady with the legendary and famous [Soul Drinker] in detail through limited information.

"I've been watching this war, and from the moment it broke out, I've been watching this formidable adversary, and the bloody battles of my brothers, who I had asked the Emperor to join, but apparently, the rest of the galaxy needed me as well."

This was the first time Horus had said something like this in a veiled manner, and words like this were mixed with questions and subtlety that Morgan could not have detected if he was really a mortal elite.

But alas, she wasn't, so she sensed this: perhaps the wolf shepherd himself didn't notice, and he was always unconsciously emphasizing that he was not running away from this war.

The Shadow Moon Blue Wolf's absence from Ran Dan was because of orders, because of duty, because of some uncontrollable factors, not because of their own reasons.

Lady Spider couldn't help but fall into a curiosity: Was this a deliberate emphasis by Horus, or was it an unintentional narration by him?

In the midst of this curiosity, Horus also explained in detail the offensive of Randan.

"What is certain is that the Eleventh Legion should have failed, countless Randan troops are pouring in from the defense line they are stationing, and the Empire has not deployed many forces in these directions, which is the main reason why Randan has been soaring all the way in the previous Terra Standard Months."

"The area north of the Sun Star Domain has almost completely fallen, and the scale and speed of these alien attacks are so large and fast that they exceed the estimates of all the Imperial Commanders, Terra urgently orders the Dark Angels to abandon their defenses in the northeast of the galaxy and throw more than a hundred habiting systems to Ran Dan to defend the Sun Star Field."

"The third, fourth, sixth, seventh, and nineteenth legions also sent a large number of troops to the front line against Ran Dan, which barely blocked their offensive outside the Sun Star Domain, but the temporary defense line was completely unstable, and Ran Dan's offensive did not completely stop, and these aliens are very likely to be organizing a larger invasion."

When the wolf shepherd said this, there were certain details in his expression that showed characteristics that interested Morgan.

In the first place, when it comes to the defeat of the Empire and the invasion of Randan, Horus is no different from any of the Emperor's loyal subjects, his brow furrowed, his face solemn, and his words are unmistakably firm and vaguely anxious: he hides them well.

This gesture of loyalty is the mainstream of Horus's discourse, but when his words touch on other issues, there are some almost instinctive reactions that appear on his face.

"My brother, Johnson, the lion of the Caliban, has been officially appointed to fight against the commander-in-chief of the Randan Empire, and before that, this position was torn between him and my missing brother, in fact, many people still have a lot of complaints about this position, after all, one can be taken for granted...... Commanding the positions of other primordials is indeed a very common practice. ”

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

Perhaps even the wolf shepherd god himself didn't realize that when his words lightly swept over words such as "position", "commander-in-chief", and "order", his pupils would brighten a little, and the corners of his mouth would purse slightly, and he spit out the words one by one.

The tone in which he spoke of these words was very strange, as if a miserly lord were talking about the old frescoes in his castle: he didn't seem to care, and he didn't really like them, but when they appeared in someone else's hands, his tone unconsciously became serious and embarrassed.

Perhaps, in Horus's view, certain things do not necessarily exist, and even if they do, they must belong to him as a matter of course.

Morgan thought to herself, building her own knowledge and analysis of Horus, and frankly, it was a drain on her because the wolf shepherd was more complex than any primordial she had ever seen.

He seems to be mild, but there is indeed an unquestionable majesty; He seems to be humble, but his words always give a sense of interweaving; He did care about his brother and his blood relatives, but when he talked about status and dignity, his pupils did have a fierce color, like a dark meteor cutting through the cool starry sky.

He's like a prince.

But compared to the real prince, he doesn't seem to be as arrogant, so confident, so unafraid of anyone's eyes and gossip.

In other words, Horus always seems to live in the eyes of the world, but on the other hand, he never really looks into the eyes of these mortals.

One...... Complex guys.

Morgan thought so, but she was not yet completely sure of her judgment, so she listened quietly to the words of the wolf herder, and some mortal ignorance and ignorance appeared in her pupils, and when Horus temporarily stopped his words and turned her head to accept the new information and report, the spider lady would lower her head, so that her eyes set off a dull dead light in the frightening calculations and schemes.

But what Morgan didn't know was that whenever Horus turned his head and accepted the message, the pride and shame in his pupils would disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving only a wolf-like silence and seriousness, his eyes constantly flashing, recalling and analyzing the mortal's every move in front of him, and her answers to his every question.

The silence and silence did not last long, and when the brief message was over, the genogen and the silver-haired lady would once again look at each other, their pupils instantly occupied by arrogance, shame, ignorance, and consternation, as if a majestic demigod and a humble mortal were engaged in a simple conversation.

And when the conversation was interrupted and their eyes were averted, all that was left in the air was cold scheming and dead silence.

But more often than not, there was only a perfect primordial and a powerful mortal, showing a gentle smile to each other.

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The conversation lasted thirty minutes.

Maybe longer.

But when another message reached Le Horus, the conversation finally met with a reason why it had to be ended.

Because another genetic protogen, already reigning over the flagship of the Death Guard.

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The Chagatai Khan's fighter plane was like a milky white thunderstorm, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the hangar of the [Tenacity].

The genetic prototype of the Fifth Legion was a sturdy man, he was dressed in a set of snow-white armor with gold and fiery red decorative coats of arms, the prairie eagle's facial features had a strong three-dimensional effect, his nose was a standard hooked nose, and below it was a long breath, which seemed to have been carefully groomed, all the way to the snow-white Dachi, and on his forehead, a crimson color formed the shape of lightning, as if to split his face alive.

The Chagatai Khan, the white-scarred prototype of the Fifth Legion, the warhawk of Chogoris, the lord of the ice and blue sky, the khan, the Great Khan, the vanguard of the empire, appeared so lightly in front of Morgan's eyes that she couldn't even remember how he jumped out of the plane, walked quickly to Horus's side, and hugged him.

Whether it is the genogen himself, or his fighters, his heirs, or even his legions, they are too fast, and they are too unpresceptible, as if you only need to wander for even a second, they will disappear into the skyline, leaving only a confused soul to meditate on the spot, whether the so-called Chagatai Khan and the Fifth Legion really exist.

"Chagatai, my brother, my eagle, do you finally remember to come back?"

Horus smiled, it was a completely different smile than in front of Morgan, and the wolf herder seemed to be completely relaxed, and he opened his arms early, embracing his brother with great enthusiasm.

"If I don't come back, I'm afraid I'm going to become what some people call a coward."

When confronted by Horus, the Genogen of the Fifth Legion showed a rare and bold smile.

"Oh, come on."

The wolf god waved his hand, and he hugged his brother, his head to his head, and spoke in a whispered tone.

"You and I, we both know that there is more than one aspect to war, and that our brothers do not apply to that...... But I don't recommend telling him, he doesn't listen to persuasion~"

The two primordials burst out laughing.

When they had finished laughing, the wolf god seemed to think of something, and he turned away, walked a few steps, came to Morgan's side, patted her, and then turned to look at his brother.

"Introduction, this is Morgan, the famous [Soul Drinker], I'm sure you've heard of her exploits and powers, my brother, and I'm sure you share a common topic and language."

Hearing Horus's words, Khan raised his eyebrows with interest, and then looked at the silver-haired lady.

At the first glance, his brows locked together abruptly.

The Genomorph of the Fifth Legion fell into a kind of dead silence the moment he saw the Soul Drinker, staring at the silver-haired mortal lady without saying a word.

His black brow twisted into a dangerous arc, and his pupils shone more clearly, as if an eagle in the sky was patrolling a deadly viper, his beard trembling from time to time, and the hand that had just embraced his brother was now slowly hanging down to his waist and touching the hilt of his sword.

And just as Morgan approached him, ready to salute.

Khan struck.

The snow-white blade was like thunder and lightning, and without the wolf god making any response, the tip of Morgan's nose had already touched the most dangerous edge: the genetic prototype of the Fifth Legion grabbed the most suitable distance, and he stood there like that, his arm straight, and the blade just stayed in front of Morgan.

Not a single drop of blood was shed.

And Morgan didn't go any further.

"Chagatai!"

Horus scolded, as if he wanted to rush up and argue with his brother, but the khan just raised his other hand and made a stop gesture, and the wolf shepherd's pace slowed involuntarily.

At the same time, the indifferent voice of the Chagatai Khan slowly echoed in the cold air.

"Please don't go any further, Ms. Morgan, it's ideal to keep a sword distance between us."

"I don't want to know about you, I don't want to know your story, your thoughts, your plans."

"I hope so do you."

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"You're so rude! Chagatai! ”

"In any case, Morgan is now a guest of the Dark Angels, and she represents the role of the First Legion in this war, and there will be no benefit in rushing to the sword."

But as Morgan walked away, and as the unpleasant meeting ended, Horus finally stood by his brother's side, frowning with a hint of accusation in his tone.

Khan smiled, and did not retaliate in a-for-tat, he just waited patiently for Horus's anger to be relieved, and then unhurriedly raised his own question.

"What do you think she is, Horus?"

Such a question made the wolf god couldn't help but be shocked, and he tilted his head and lowered his voice.

"What do you see wrong?"

"Not sure, but it does."

Horus whispered in admiration in his heart.

The wolf god thought for a moment, and then gave his own answer.

"Golden Man, or Iron Man."

"Because she's from the First Legion? You suspect this is Johnson's plan?"

Horus's eyes flashed.

"Our brother Johnson has a reason to support her, doesn't he?"

Khan touched his beard and did not answer immediately, which made Horus's heart begin to grapple with curiosity.

"What the hell do you think, Chagatai, my brother, tell me."

Khan laughed.

"Have you ever thought about it, Horus?"

"If a being like Ms. Morgan is really [created], then the biggest doubter ......"

"Shouldn't it be some emperor who already has twenty works?"

Horus was silent for a moment.

"Female Originals...... Your reasoning seems a little scary, Chagatai. ”

"If there is no ghost in your heart, there is naturally nothing to be afraid of."

"Isn't it, Horus?"

Khan just laughed, he didn't say anything, he didn't delve into it, and he didn't remember the contact he had just made with Morgan.

His attitude is always expressed in words.

Meet someone halfway.

Don't care about each other.

So that's enough.

As for the mess that tyrant has made, let him have a headache himself.

(End of chapter)