When the reassuring Ceyanus and the comical Togarton came to the top deck of the Vengeful Spirit side by side, they happened to see how Abaddon dragged Hector into the arena little by little.

A happy smile spread across Ezekell's face, and when he had received permission from his genetic father and another genetic protogen, he happily dragged Morgan's son, who was attached to his position, away: the expression on his face was like that of a happy wild dog dragging the carcass of a dead deer.

"Look at that body~"

The two Shadowmoon Wolves stood far away, a seemingly safe distance from their disgraceful brother, but that didn't stop Togarton from whispering in admiration.

"He is estimated to be as tall as the original, I think his arm can even directly clamp a green-skinned warboss, if you look at his thighs, they are almost as thick as my waist."

"Throne, how did he look ...... Supposedly he is still just a recruit? ”

"It's not a recruit, at least, he finished the war with Ran Dan from beginning to end."

"That's not really a recruit, I remember his name was Hecht?"

"Yes, Hecht, the Second Fleet from the Second Legion, the one who always makes a little bit of a show on the battlefield, you should be a little bit more attentive to our allies, Tariq, I remember he had a reputation years ago."

Ceyanus's words echoed softly through the empty corridors, and beside him were a dazzling array of artworks: statues made of marble were enshrined by the mortal artists attached to the Shadowmoon Legion, who carved and praised the majesty of Horus and his sons in exchange for the right to continue the mythical expedition.

Some of the Shadowmoon Wolves would indulge in these beautiful records, tossing and turning for the most appropriate position to be recorded, and shouting at the Craftsman over and over again, but Ceyanus never cared about these things: even though he was, like Abaddon, the greatest warrior of the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion second only to Horus in merit.

"At that time, their most famous newcomer was not Dilumu, the guy who could kill a fortress by himself, but I heard that his ability to cooperate with the battle was terrible, and no matter who he cooperated with, it could be a complete disaster in the end."

"Yes, Asimander and I have reacted to this, but I still have to tell you, my dear Tariq, it is not a good thing to speak ill of people behind their backs, especially since the mother of genes of that person is now less than ten meters away from us."

Tariq Togarton let out a large gulp of heat, completely unheeded by Ceyanus's condemnation.

"It's really funny, obviously the genetic prototype doesn't look that tall, but there will always be some monsters among her offspring, whether it's that Dilumudo, or this Hecht......"

“…… You say, which of the two of them can be stronger? ”

"I don't care about the answer to this question, Tariq, strength and weakness are never decided by empty words, and the outcome of a battle can be determined by too many things...... Well, but I don't think he's as handsome as that Dilumudo. ”

Hect's solemn and well-groomed face came to Ceyanus's mind, and Morgan's beloved son was actually not bad-looking, but when Ceyanus compared his appearance with Dilumudo's......

Shake one’s head.

It's not at all.

"Tsk, that's right."

On the other side, Tariq recalled his past experience with the same words, and couldn't help but nod solemnly.

"Dilumudo's face, even if it is placed in the Emperor's Son or the Holy Blood Angel, it can be impressive, not to mention that kid is still so good at fighting, although I don't think he can beat me."

Seyanus pursed his lips, and instead of responding to the boring words, he turned his head to Abaddon and Hecht: the two big guys were now pulling and pulling and pulling and were about to disappear at the end of the corridor, and it seemed that Azekel couldn't wait to take on the characters of the Second Legion in the arena once more: this was the favorite activity of the Horus son for decades.

He wasn't worried that Abaddon would lose: those Terra veterans of the Second Regiment were indeed terrifying, but if Abaddon couldn't even beat a newcomer with better talent, then his more than seventy years of warrior career would really feed Riemanrus.

Besides, even if you really can't beat it, isn't there still that invincible Terminator A?

"Looks like our little Ezekel has finally found his beloved little bone again."

Togarton's sneer lingered in Ceyanus's ears.

"I remember he used to love this kind of fighting game, and he developed a wrestling association with the Second Legion?"

"Yes, but this association has now been disbanded, after all, those martial madmen who are willing to go crazy with him are not all members of the Fifth Fleet, they have been lost in the subspace storm for a long time."

"Ah, when you say that, I think of it, the madmen of the Second Regiment, it is said that they are more terrible in battle than the ghouls of the past and the war dogs of the present, and if you can use a chainsaw axe, you must not use a chainsaw sword, and if you can use a chainsaw sword, you must not use a blaster......"

As he spoke, Togarton's gaze couldn't help but look ahead.

There, Horus, the father of his genes, was sharing a viewing platform on the Avengeful Spirit with Morgan, the genetic protogen of the Second Legion, and they were close together, leaning against the specially reinforced railing, and bursts of laughter could be heard.

The wolf shepherd was clearly in a state of interest, smiling and raising one of his hands, proudly displaying the old gold ring on his hand, and enjoying the indifferent smile of his blood relatives, and the imperceptible trace of envy and longing in his blue pupils.

"Our Lord Horus is showing off his Sagittarius again."

Togarton laughed.

"Every time he encounters a new primordial body, he has to come to such a time, but think about it, if I were him, I would definitely come to every brother like that."

Ceyanus smiled as well, but only slightly, and his eyes were on Morgan: although he and Morgan had known each other for a long time and had a genuine friendship, he could still see something different when he looked at her with a respectful eye.

Compared to his genetic father, and even more than the other protoplasms he remembered, Ms. Morgan inevitably seemed a little too thin, and anyone's first reaction to her would be to stop at words like "weak" and "mild": these words may not have anything in themselves, but they are not suitable for describing a genetic protogen.

It seemed that the Lord of the Second Legion might be caught up in some rumors about her prowess in the future, but Ceyanus kept his composure: he remembered very clearly that in this skin, which seemed weak compared to his genetic father, there was a monster named the Soul Drinker.

Soul Drinker.

These three words alone represent danger and power at the level of the Legion: at the height of the war in Zandan, Horus had a brief discussion with his Council of Four Kings about the strength of the Soul Drinker.

At that time, no one knew the identity of Morgan's original body, but despite this, based on the information circulating at the time and their own deductions, the Shadowmoon Wolf still came to a very terrible conclusion:

With the combat power displayed by the [Soul Drinker], if the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf Legion did not have Horus to suppress the formation and did not successfully carry out the decapitation in the first place, then their casualties would most likely be at the level of ...... [Unacceptable].

Now that I think about it, if Morgan was a psionic agent like Magnus, then this inference is extremely accurate: underneath that seemingly weak and gentle beauty, there is the most terrible natural disaster that can destroy the legions, kingdoms, and worlds.

Anyone who underestimates her, anyone who is deceived by her appearance and smile, will pay an unimaginable price.

Thinking of this, Ceyanus even glanced at his smiling Father of Genes with some concern, but soon, he shook his head and dispelled his confusion.

The wolf shepherd is not one of those mediocre people.

Ceyanus thought so.

And it was then that he heard Togarton's heartfelt bewilderment.

"It's actually interesting when you think about it, Seyanus."

"The genetic prototype of the Second Legion in front of us is not very similar to many of the soldiers of the Second Legion we know, don't you see?"

A few glimmers of light crossed Ceyanus's pupils.

"The genogen may not be more similar to his offspring, and the intimacy between Tariq and Lord Horus is just an added blessing, which is why there is a lucky one like Amancid."

"Besides, you think about St. Giles?"

"Before the return of St. Giles, who would have thought that that bloodthirsty, notorious army of ghouls would have such a genetic father?"

"That's right."

Togarton nodded.

"To tell you the truth, when I first saw Baal, I was actually quite surprised, that kind of place can still live in, and there can be a civilization and wine that has been passed down, and our Lord St. Giles can grow up in such a wind and sand hell, and can become such a flawless existence, now that I think about it, this can surprise me."

"Ksunia isn't much better, have you forgotten? But that's where our genetic father grew up, and so did you and me. ”

"That's right...... According to this, can poor mountains and bad waters produce heroes? ”

"It has nothing to do with that."

Ceyanus looked at the two primordials who were talking happily again: the emperor was above, and apart from Lord St. Giles, his genetic father had never been able to talk to a blood relative who had just met to such a degree.

"I think that a person's growth does not depend entirely on the environment, but more on his own will and strength."

"In a purgatory-like place, of course, it is possible to come out of a bad person, or an unlucky person whose brain has been burned by ambition."

"But in a fairyland-like place, those who come out of it may not be good people, maybe they will be ...... A more cunning wicked? ”

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[Ksunia is like purgatory in your mouth, Horus, it makes me feel like my home planet is like a fairyland. 】

Horus leaned forward with his gentle blood relative, leaning against the railing, casually chatting about some of their respective matters.

The wolf shepherd did not immediately turn to the affairs of the empire or the wars of the Great Expedition, but in a cheerful tone, from Morgan's heartfelt praise, he spoke passionately about his glorious history with his legions: much of it was a meticulous recollection of the thirty years he had fought alongside the Emperor.

One by one, he flipped through his past and past, from his recovery by the Emperor in Ksunia, to how the Lord of Humanity fought alongside him at Relith, to the more famous battles......

The wolf wrangler used a long list of metaphors and examples to tell about his home planet, about the gang wars on that planet, and not forgetting to show off his best children: before they became a Shadow Moon Wolf, they were powerful enough to make a name for themselves in a world.

However, Morgan found a very interesting situation: although the wolf herder god gushed at length in his memories of his home planet, he did not mention his experiences and past on his home planet, as if Horus's entire life began at the moment when the emperor found him.

But Morgan didn't ask the question, and while Horus was passionately recounting his experiences and memories, the Genogen of the Second Legion simply made himself a quiet and simple listener.

She seldom spoke, but responded to Horus's words with the flickering and changing colors of her pupils, and the tighter the corners of her mouth, the brighter the yearning for legends and stories in her eyes.

All this, of course, did not escape Horus's eyes, and the wolf shepherd apparently noticed this in his smile.

On the first day of the official acquaintance with his blood relatives, Horus came to such an important conclusion.

His sister may seem to be a somewhat reserved and reserved person on the outside, but her heart is also burning with a raging fire, a fire of passion. They were captured by the keen senses of the wolf shepherd through her eyes, which were windows to the soul.

This was not an easy task, for his sister had not been used to looking at him until now, and the thought of this made Horus laugh without any malice.

As he watched patiently, he saw a faint glow in Morgan's blue-blue pupils, the light refracted by the melting of the thick ice as it was caressed by the sun.

It was a longing and envy for great feats, a yearning and anxiety for a legendary experience, and an acknowledgment of the unique, noble, and powerful genotype Horus himself who had accomplished it all, and the desire to explore him further.

Horus couldn't get used to these gazes, these emotions: whenever he reunited with a brother and told these legendary stories, the longing was always in their pupils.

Even the genetic prototype will be captivated by the almost infinite future and possibilities behind these stories.

And as each of Horus's blood relatives is intrinsically different, they react differently to these stories.

The wolf god remembered how the Phoenician phoenix stood proudly before Horus when he heard of the most legendary and magnificent victories in war, and swore with the firmest words that he would receive the same glory and glory.

Horus also remembered how the Chagatai Khan's beard shook when he heard these stories, and the Great Khan of the Fifth Legion did not seem interested in the victories that would go down in history, and focused more on the formidable opponents and the war itself, which was fraught with challenges.

But nothing impressed the wolf shepherd more than the Archangel of Baal: St. Giles just sat in his seat, boredly stroking his wings, and the archangel listened to these stories as if he were listening to the never-ending cold winds on his home planet, without the slightest fluctuation for these infinite glory and victories.

In retrospect, it even made Horus feel a kind of frustration.

In Morgan's case, however, her reaction was very different from that of the three primals: the Spider Empress's response to Horus's words was perhaps the one that pleased the wolf shepherd the most.

When Horus's gaze follows his words and seemingly casually crosses Morgan's face, it becomes clear that his sister is interested in him personally.

It's like a young child, holding a picture of those legendary heroes, sitting on his bed, looking up at the eagle flying in the blue sky, dreaming of his future full of possibilities.

Beyond these legends and the victory itself, Morgan seemed to put more of the light in her pupils on Horus, and the wolf shepherd was certainly happy to see this.

With a smile on his face, the wolf shepherd continued to tell his story, his words full of passion and sincerity, turning every cold memory into vivid scenes, telling of how he and his warriors, and the sons of Morgan, joined forces, fought side by side, slaying one mighty tyrant after another and alien emperors, destroying one filthy fortress after another that stood up to the Empire's invincible knights.

What's more, whenever he talks about the most urgent moments, or the most powerful enemies, he even stops and makes a gesture of thinking and remembering.

And whenever this happens, Morgan's pupils will flash with more color.

In her blue, lake-like pupils, more longing and anxiety would flash, and her face would be a little tense to maintain a false strength.

And when Horus saw these lights. He would smile more open-mindedly and continue to tell his story.

The wolf shepherd did not hold the authority of this conversation in his own hands, and when his story was over for the time being, he would be quiet, looking at his blood relatives with a humble gaze, waiting for Morgan to tell her story.

At first, Morgan's words were a little short, and her words were not very beautiful, as if she had an instinctive resistance to such self-disclosure, but the wolf herder asked herself to maintain a kind attitude, no matter what Morgan said, he would smile, and give affirmation and support in the most sincere tone.

He was so patient, so gentle, so like a sun, radiating a steady stream of heat and light, until the last of Morgan's coldness melted in front of his smile.

Her words became smoother and smoother, and she did not hide her past.

They chatted like this, from the history of the Great Expedition to the past of the Legion, to some trivial matters that they had learned in their leisure time.

At last, Horus saw what he longed for: Morgan's smile had hung on her delicate face, never to fade away, and she looked up to meet the wolf herding god with a long, confident look, her pupils glittering with a leaping courage.

Horus smiled, his smile genuine at this time.

He even thought with some arrogance that all the smiles that Morgan had shown during the years of the First Legion had probably not been as bright and radiant as those in front of him.

In the same way, all the inner words that Morgan has poured out in these years have not been as sincere and reassuring as they are now.

When Horus thought of this, he felt a sense of heartfelt pride, and along with his pride, the fleet was sailing through the waves of subspace, not too far from their target system.

And when the galaxy, which was only numbered on the star map, slowly opened up with the Mandeville dot, and appeared in front of everyone little by little, the conversation also ushered in its end.

Morgan raised her head, she seemed to want to take the initiative to start a topic, but she hesitated and hesitated, and finally, under the encouraging gaze of the wolf herding god, the spider queen slowly spoke.

[We're going to fight side by side, aren't we?] 】

"Of course, my sister."

"From this moment on, we will fight side by side, you and I, and your legion and mine, we will be comrades-in-arms, we will create glory together, create precious memories filled with friendship, and no matter how long it has passed, we will look back on this time with pride."

[And, I'm going to learn a lot of things by your side, isn't it, Horus?] 】

"Of course, I can assure you, my sister, that you will learn soon."

[Nope.] 】

Morgan shook his head.

She smiled.

It was the smile of the wolf god who involuntarily chose to believe her words: why didn't he believe it? That smile was carved little by little on this face.

You have taught me the first lesson, my brother, my Horus. 】

You have taught me the value of friendship. 】

Horus was slightly stunned.

"That's my pleasure, Morgan."

"But...... Was this your first friendship? ”

[In the original body, yes.] 】

Horus raised an eyebrow, carefully choosing his tone inwardly.

"So, you're ......"

[In the First Legion? 】

Morgan smiled, there seemed to be some cunning in her pupils, which was a little willful in the face of someone she trusted.

[You want to ask, me and Johnson? 】

In Horus's silence, Morgan just quietly looked at the galaxy, her tone echoing with coldness, loneliness, and emotion.

Johnson trusts me. 】

[I trust him too.] 】

[On the battlefield, we used to fight side by side, entrusting each other's lives and backs. 】

[But, that's not friendship.] 】

She turned her head, looking at Horus formally for the first time, her pupils flashing with emotion that she couldn't describe in words.

[I know this is a little incomprehensible, but my relationship with Johnson will definitely not be friendship. 】

Do you believe my words, Horus? 】

——————

She looked at him, just watched.

Horus was silent, he didn't answer immediately, he just quietly looked at the blood relatives in front of him, at her delicate face and the waves under her eyes.

He remembered Johnson, he remembered his Caliban brother.

Johnson, Friendship.

He tried in vain to fuse the two words, and then, he looked at Morgan in front of him again.

He came to a conclusion.

It's not a problem, is it?

——————

She and Johnson had no friendship.

The wolf shepherd god could see her sincerity.

——————

Horus smiled.

"Of course, Morgan."

"My sister."

"Of course I believe you."

——————

The Spider Empress looked at the face and eye sockets of the wolf god, she laughed, turned her head, seemed a little shy, and buried her face in her trembling shoulders.

He believed......

He really believed!

(End of chapter)