Zaharel arrived a little slower than Morgan had thought.

When the three Primitives and their guards met on the bridge, the Dark Angel's fighter stumbled into the Tenacity's hangar, and Zaharel apologized to Morgan who greeted him.

"There was a riot of mortal crews on the battleship, some of them mutated while crossing the storm, and the scale was not small, and I had to use a kind of punishment to eliminate all those involved, so I wasted some time."

Zaharel explained quickly, in a flat tone, as if to tell a trivial matter, and by the time his last words landed, Morgan had already led him to the bridge, and in the distance, they saw Garrow standing in the doorway of the conference room.

The battle company commander of the Death Guard seemed to be the one in charge of guarding the bridge, standing at the only entrance to the room, surrounded by a silent group of warriors, and as Morgan approached, Garrow stopped her, pretending to check.

Through a single eye contact, and a voice coming from the room, Morgan instantly understood what Garo meant.

Now, don't go in yet.

And the moment she realized it, the angry voice of the Pale King came from the room.

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"What do you think! Horus! ”

"Let a wizard! Become our equal? Have her sit with us in this meeting? Do you know what you're talking about? ”

The voice of the King of Barbarus, full of anger and malice, roamed the room, crackling on everyone's armor, Mortarian breathing rapidly, and even the Barbaros gas he had specially saved continued to spread with his doubts, causing some of the characters standing in the corner, such as Abaddon, to frown their brows.

But those who actually stood in the heart of the room, such as Horus, Chagatai, and their cronies: Sejames, and Tarikutai—and Sugai—met it all with expressionless faces, and beneath their equally calm countenances were different thoughts.

Horus sat on one side of a finely crafted round table, flanked by his two original brothers, and opposite him, a fourth chair was placed, vacant, apparently reserved for someone: this was why the Lord of the Fourteenth Legion was so furious.

"Horus, my brother, I have always respected you, your wisdom, your reason, your strength, your majesty, but I also believe that this respect is based on mutual respect between you and me, it is not a meaningless effort, nor is it a worthless loyalty, it is a friendship, a great relationship based on the resonance of reason and wisdom!"

"And now, on the Tenacity, on me! Target! On the battleship, I don't want to hear anything like that again, what qualifications does that wizard of the First Legion, the malevolent banshee that Johnson raised, sit with us and discuss the war! ”

Mortarian was roaring, in a strange rage and stubbornness, a vicious fire that was partly due to the wizard he hated, but more because of Horus: his brother, the man he trusted and admired most, and the words that had just come out of the mouth of the wolf herdsman, trampling on the dignity and bottom line of the Lord of Death.

Yes, trampling.

Although the Wolf Shepherd inquired only in a modest tone about the possibility of having the silver-haired representatives of the First Legion sit with them, this did not prevent Motarian from seeing this inquiry as an unreasonable declaration enough to shatter their friendship once and for all: on his warship, let him sit with a wizard who had humiliated him through and through?

Horus could have found another reason to duel him.

Horus was silent, he quietly felt Mortarian's anger, neither showing the slightest annoyance, nor intending to answer it, after all, the Lord of Death's question was too sharp, and no matter how he answered, it could cause a rift in the relationship between the two.

But the wolf shepherd god is not without plan.

For the moment when Motarien's anger ignited the room, the Lord of the Eagles, who was sitting across from him, also opened his eyes.

[Your vicious attitude towards psionics disturbs me, and my brother, and especially, my son-in-law will fight alongside your warriors for the rest of the time. 】

[My Storm Prophet, many of them are psionic warriors who are destined to follow me into battle, and will also appear in the field of vision of you and your warriors, and your words can't help but worry me that they will be greeted with the aid of friendly forces, or the sickle of resentment? 】

The Khan's words were like rain and dew on a sweltering summer night, and in an instant they broke through the angry aura that surrounded the room, and the Lord of Death turned his head away, no longer looking at the wolf shepherd.

Seeing this scene, Horus's eyes crossed the light: before this, the wolf shepherd god had seriously thought about how to bridge the relationship between the two members of his small circle, but in this battle, Horus also slowly determined a point.

The Eagle Khan and the Lord of Death may appreciate each other on another level, but the differences between them in various realms are far from being compensated for by this appreciation.

Chagatai and Motarian may never be friends: in that case, let him Horus find something to his advantage in their encounters.

Motarian smiled, a mocking laugh of scorn and icy rage, and he looked at his brother with disdain from his deep-set pupils.

"Don't play these word games with me, Chagatai, if you're really worried about your clever cubs, then let them calm me down, find a place to hide, and escape this war, isn't that what you're good at?"

Khan snorted, not showing even the slightest hint of anger at his brother's yin and yang aura, which only sent Motarian into a deeper resentment, slamming the table and standing up, leaning forward.

"If you want to know my attitude, my brother, then I can tell you, most bluntly: no matter when, no matter what will happen in the future, I will never endure any sorcerer's dirty tricks with them, for the sake of your blood relationship, allowing those so-called prophets of yours to walk around in front of my eyes is already my greatest forbearance!"

[In place of my son-in-law, I thank you for your generosity, Lord of Death~]

Motarian laughed, in its purest sneer, and his anger slowly diminished with his laughter, until he crossed his hands over his chest and treated his brother in an arrogant tone.

"Don't tell me a mystery here, you Chogoris, I don't believe you can't see that with the pace of the expedition, all wizards will ...... sooner or later This is the will, the will from above us, and if you are not used to it, Chagatai, I suggest you get used to it sooner, this galaxy is not your Chogoris, who can make you a carefree king in the warm steppes. ”

"Sooner or later the future will come, Chagatai, adapt or succumb, there will always be things that will disappear with our conquest, because they are profane, evil, and have no room for survival in the kingdom of reason."

"You'd better get used to all this, and if you really care about your offspring, don't let them be the ones who are destined to disappear, and don't let them go too far on these futureless paths."

[Jogoris is never warm, Motarian, and I'm not interested in anything more about the future, but it's a difficult and interesting challenge to get through the moment. 】

Motarian chuckled and said no more, he sat down, and there was not much anger left, and in his new round of words there was only a kind of indifferent sarcasm, but also a sense of reason, and a kind of exhortation full of Barbarus.

"You will understand, Chagatai, you will understand one day that there are inherently evil and filthy things in the galaxy, they do not deserve any sympathy or pity, and the only energy that needs to be spent on them is complete destruction and cleansing."

"Wizards, any wizards, are not worthy of pity, and perhaps the warriors who know the spells behind you may seem calm and sane, but those who surround you with your strength and blood are constantly reminding them to remain humble."

"But there are many characters like you and me, looking at the galaxy, and those wizards are like filthy stars, there are so many that you can't kill them all, do you know how many witchcraft overlords and aliens I have encountered? How many galaxies and worlds have they poisoned? And at what cost did my heirs pay to exterminate these breeds? ”

"You will understand when you truly join the expedition and witness your legions and children shed their blood in front of these filthy wizards."

"Wizards, any wizards, are not worthy of pity, they are intoxicated by the immense power without warning, and the darkness in their hearts is seduced, and their reason and goodness disappear, or they never really exist, they are the stain on the galaxy."

"Don't try to understand and forgive any wizard, for every one of them is born sinful—no exceptions! Because this power itself is filth! ”

[No power is born evil, Motarian, at least, I haven't encountered it yet. 】

"Then you need to know a little more, after all, being lonely is not something to be proud of."

[Perhaps, my brother, but so far, I have learned enough in life, the cold wind on the grassland and life and death have taught me some truths, and I have benefited immensely to this day. 】

"For example?"

[For example......]

The Genogen of the Fifth Legion leaned back in his chair, perhaps infected by Motarian's words, the Khan's words were more than usual.

[A faithful dog, who gave birth to two offspring, one who grew up around the tent, who followed his mother and master, who followed the horses by day and rested by the fire by night, and who in a few years he was the defender of the flock, the companion of any hunter's dream. 】

[On the other hand, it wanders in the wilderness, the cold wind is its solace, the carrion is its food, it witnesses the fighting and hatred between wild beasts, it learns the art of survival, and when it grows in death, it naturally becomes a nightmare that keeps all shepherds sleepless. 】

[And at this time, when you go back to the time when they were born, back to the moment when they were still snuggling up to each other in their mother's arms, how can you be sure which one is the loyal hound? Which one is a bloodthirsty jackal? 】

[The evil wolf is never shaped by sharp claws, nor by sharp teeth, nor by the so-called blood and nature. 】

[It is the hunger of the belly, the sight of killing, and the heart that has been sharpened to be incomparably greedy, incomparably savage, and incomparably dirty. 】

No power is born defiled, my brother. 】

[In your eyes, a low secret word can kill a warrior, can't an accurate explosive bomb do it?] 】

[A psyker can enslave a world, can't a cunning tyrant do it?] 】

[A magical storm can disrupt a sector, can't a well-armed bandit do it?] 】

[Yes, Motarian, my stubborn brother, we have slain countless sorcery aliens and overlords, but is it really the simple psionic power that has shaped them, and made their rule so secure? 】

[No, Motarian. 】

[It is chaos, it is ignorance, it is the most powerful weapon of killing controlled by a savage and greedy heart, it is the countless people who rely on these tyrants to fight for the tiger.] 】

[It's this burning galaxy.] 】

Chagatai's words ended in this short affirmation, and his voice became a remnant that echoed through the room for a long time.

He should also stand behind his genetic father, with his head bowed, so that people can't see his expression clearly.

Horus and James maintained a countenance of no sorrow or joy, perhaps they had learned something from it, or they might have known it.

Typhons hid his face under his helmet, and in the distance, Abaddon just tilted his head and listened to what the original had to say, and after not much listening, his head turned to the other side.

On the other side of the Khan, Mortarian's pupils were hidden in the shadows, his breathing had become steady, and the poisonous gas of Barbarus no longer bothered the guards around him.

He was silent for a few seconds.

"You can't convince me, Chagatai."

[I know, I don't care. 】

[After all, that's Horus's job.] 】

Before the Khan could finish speaking, he saw that the wolf shepherd god had already stood up: he had been waiting for this moment, waiting for his brothers to return to the calm platform.

[Well, Motarian, my toughest brother, I apologize to you for my offensive remarks just now.] 】

Mortarian raised his head and looked at Horus: he had already walked over, his warm palm resting on the Pale King's shoulder.

"You've decided to let that wizard in? Horus? ”

"I won't make any more mistakes, my brother, but you must know that whether it is the wizard or the dark angel, I never care about themselves, but the First Legion behind them. 】

[They were able to come in, to sit with us, because they represented the First Legion's participation in this battle, not because of my favor for them. 】

He lowered his head and approached Motarian's ear, as if the rising poisonous gas had not affected him in the slightest.

He spoke, and it was a soft whisper.

[Motarian, my brother, my ideals have always been there, therefore, I could not be clearer. 】

[What qualifications do they have to compare with you, and it is the entire First Legion that can be mentioned with you.] 】

Then, the wolf god straightened his back again, and he looked at Abaddon in the distance, and gave his own command.

[Let them in, let Zaharel come in, tell them that I have reserved a seat for Zaharel, the representative of the First Legion, and that Miss Morgan can listen to this strategy meeting - they will understand my words.] 】

Of course, he would understand, Horus thought to himself, although the conversation with Morgan did not lead to more information, but at least he was sure that the [Soul Drinker] was not a person who would care.

In this regard, he is very much like her.

Sure enough, after the identity of the seated person changed, the last bit of Mortarion's anger finally vanished, and he closed his eyes again, a near-nonexistent whisper between his lips and teeth.

"Horus ......"

"Hope it's not your lie."

(End of chapter)