"My lord."

"There's a fleet that just appeared in the Mandeville Point area."

"It's the [Emperor's Dream]."

When Horus led all the elite forces around him, following Abaddon's guidance, and arrived at the entrance of the underground kingdom that devoured his blood relatives as quickly as possible, he received another message, one from his most trusted heir, Seyanus, who had stayed on the Vengeful Spirit:

The Lord of Humanity, the Emperor, the father of his genes, has arrived.

At this moment, nothing could make the wolf shepherd god feel more sad than this news.

The Emperor was about to arrive, but it was at this time that he left Morgan, the blood relative whom the Emperor had personally entrusted to him, missing.

His father entrusted Horus, who had not yet met his blood relatives, to Horus, which was the deepest trust and dependence between father and son, and was the thing that Horus was most proud of.

If the wolf shepherd's incompetence turned his father's expectations into a disappointed fact, then he himself could not forgive himself.

For a moment, in Horus's beating heart, he couldn't tell whether he was more concerned about the safety of his heirs and blood relatives, or more worried about betraying the emperor's trust.

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

As the huge fleet led by the emperor's flagship approached the nameless world little by little, in the deepest underground passages, countless chaotic but rhythmic footsteps were like a downpour of rain smashing against a snow-white silver platter, making a shocking thunderous sound.

Horus brought everything he could muster in the shortest amount of time: all the Gastarin Terminators, and an army of Shadowmoon Wolves enough to raze a world, and he followed the route Abaddon had given him, and he didn't stop running through the somewhat long tunnel.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Wolf Shepherd God had rushed to the end of the tunnel, and the Shadow Moon Wolf's genetic prototype stepped into the magnificent underground Great Hall, and he and each of his followers involuntarily raised their heads, subconsciously admiring everything in this crazy kingdom.

But Horus soon came to his senses, and his royal gaze soon calmed his mind again: when the wolf herder looked around him again, he felt only a deep uneasiness from the depths of his heart.

Instead of advancing recklessly, he commanded the team behind him with a gesture to prepare for battle, and once again connected to the communication channel with Abaddon.

Amid the gruff voice of his trusted heir, the preoccupied wolf shepherd led his party steadily and quickly through the excessively large synagogue: the towering pulpit, and the bloodstained presence beneath the podium, made Horus's brow furrow deeply.

Fortunately, the next moment, he saw his heirs and his blood relatives, standing safe and sound at the end of his vision.

It wasn't until this moment, when he was sure that the faces he was familiar with were still there, that the wolf shepherd breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled: it was a sincere, relieved smile.

In Horus's short life, perhaps even the wolf shepherd himself did not realize that he had shown this smile too many times, this smile that was overwhelmed by the expectations of others and the high standards of his own self.

The Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf brace his spirits, and he stepped forward, subconsciously letting his eyes wander over each of his heirs, and soon found that some of the figures he was familiar with had disappeared.

Looking at the blood stains on the heir's body, there was a trace of gloom in the heart of the wolf herding god.

But even so, he walked forward with a smile and gave his first hug and most concerned greeting to his blood relative: Morgan.

"You did scare me, Morgan, what the hell happened?"

The gentle words of the wolf shepherd god lingered in everyone's ears, making the immortal Abaddon and the others show the most reassuring expressions, but the question that followed by Horus made the faces of the Shadow Moon Wolves solemn again.

The majestic genetic's gaze looked at his heir, and he didn't continue to ask for the first time, but hugged his heirs one after another, and bowed his head at the few remaining genetic seeds in the apothecary's arms, sincerely mourning.

Only the luckiest genetic seeds were saved: the Shadowmoon wolves who didn't make it to Morgan's arrival were left behind in the wriggling flesh.

But no one would mention it: when Horus's inquiry sounded a second time after his concern, the wolf shepherd was greeted with an unimaginable silence.

He frowned, then waved his hand slightly, signaling the heir behind him to retreat a certain distance, and took a step forward, letting his confused gaze wander over his blood relatives and heirs.

"In the end...... What happened? ”

He asked softly, then looked at his blood sister.

"What's going on inside? Morgan? ”

——————

What happened?

It's nothing.

Is......

Our blood relative, your eleventh brother, has driven his consciousness to the brink of endless work and torment.

Then, with his innate wisdom and cruelty, he began to ravage a world that had never satisfied him: from his children, to every breathing life he saw...... And then to himself.

No one knew better than the Spider Empress, who devoured part of Heydrich's soul, what happened to the blonde beast during the time that eventually drove him crazy.

Morgan saw clearly what Heydrich had done: the blonde beast had ransacked countless worlds with the convenience of his position as war commander, and then took the heirs he could barely accept, and after striking a tacit deal with the emperor of Randan, he left the human realm and plunged headlong into the darkest stars in the northernmost part of the galaxy.

The supplies he swept away, the troops he took with him, the most terrible and crazy plans he hatched and plotted for personal gain, will bloom in the shadows that the empire has not yet reached, and bloom into a flower of blasphemy that is more disgusting and twisted than the frenzy of the Randan Empire.

And those monsters, those monsters that existed in the wriggling walls of flesh, monsters that could pose a mortal threat to the Shadowmoon Wolves and even the Gastarin Terminators: they were nothing more than the most primitive creations of the blonde beast, the most failed and harmless products that he didn't even bother to transform further.

For him, this was just a long-lost exercise, allowing him to find the feeling of conducting experiments on his home planet, and collect experimental data again: during the years of fighting for the human empire, the Blonde Beast had given up this blasphemous experiment against the origin of biological genes, but now, he had picked it up again, retrieved and advanced the progress of the year.

And it's a long way.

The monsters, and the wriggling cage, were only the most harmless of his many and horrific experimental plans, and they were even pure and unsullied compared to the ravines in his heart.

The wriggling kingdom of flesh and blood was nothing more than his most primary-level fantasy, the most rudimentary embodiment of the space battleship of his dreams: the perfect fusion of metal and flesh so that together they could create a living fortress of the Void, an automated factory capable of producing, evolving, and recovering genetically modified warriors.

He has more ambitions, he has more arrogant plans, and he has more firm convictions and expectations to emulate the biological fleet he has witnessed in the fragments of time, called the [Tyranid], to become the power of his great genetic father, and become the firm foundation of an eternal empire that belongs only to the Emperor.

And the fusion of the Astarte warriors and the alien limbs ultimately created the monsters that Abaddon had encountered: nothing more than his casual move, these doomed monsters had been abandoned the moment they were created, and they roamed aimlessly through the land of flesh until the Shadowmoon wolves broke in.

These abandoned monsters, without exception, were Heydrich's children, who were cut and stitched together in a state of sobriety, and watched as the alien bodies were spliced onto their bodies, making them the most despised monsters of all: and how long these pathetic warriors were able to maintain their remaining sanity under such torture, and what kind of reactions and actions they could make, became Heydrich's most anticipated experimental data: this is also the reason why he worked so hard to keep them sceiving.

He even had expectations: he expected that his own heirs would carry it all over and preserve his sanity until recently, but to his disappointment: no one could carry it.

Realizing what their genetic father had done, these warriors, who had once been loyal to the blonde beast, invariably descended into absolute and fast madness.

Undoubtedly, this made Heydrich's disappointment even stronger.

Morgan could even clearly feel the depth of Heydrich's disappointment and the only reason for his disappointment.

They are not qualified.

Almost all Astarte fighters, are not qualified.

That's what the blonde beast thought.

Heydrich, who inherited the emperor's talent for biology and many other disciplines, and possessed excellent perceptual abilities of his own, was able to easily find information about the Astarte warriors in his own mind: including their origins, production methods, and even all the research materials.

He knew very well where the limits of the Astarte warriors were, and he knew very well what these genetically modified people were capable of.

Therefore, he has always demanded of his children and the Legion by such extreme standards: occasionally, the Eleventh Legion has indeed been able to do what his genetic father wants, which in turn fuels Heydrich's opinion.

Those who can't do it are the ones who fail: since these genetically modified fighters who exist only for war can't even fully mobilize the power in their own bodies, what difference do they have from other consumables?

When the Iron Lord Perturabo sighed and wondered from the bottom of his heart why his heirs were not the best, on the other side of the galaxy, in the merciless eyes of the blonde beast Heydrich, the vast majority of his descendants were unqualified waste, and there was no need to care about and cherish the defective products.

As a result, he became more and more ruthless, and he became more and more eager for some new technology to create a truly qualified warrior.

Here, in this hall that finally drove him crazy, this kind of concentration and persistence became the biggest driving force to support the genetic prototype.

Countless technologies that shouldn't have been unearthed from the Blonde Beast's biotech-rich brain, in a fortress that had been fused with flesh and blood, he listed the steps known as the Primordial Surgery, he retrieved certain steps and means that the Emperor had not planted in the Astarte warriors out of human nature, and he deduced everything that the most arrogant Golden Warrior needed: but the cost was high enough to discourage the Genetic Prototype.

He even found a rather peculiar technology, which he quickly put into experimentation: among the futures he could see, it was called: Super Ravenguard.

He even calculated the techniques and means needed for the genetic prototype: not those inferior imitations, but real human demigods, but in a certain desperation, he eventually gave up on this path.

In this way, the experiment continued and progressed, echoing with unsettling blood in the increasingly frantic air, until he could no longer find enough test subjects, until he could no longer get the consumables that satisfied him: even if it was so crazy, he still remembered to have enough soldiers left behind to resist Ran Dan's pressing on.

It wasn't until after the intractable predicament, until the madness that struck again, until a flash of inspiration in the midst of a wild laugh, that he thought of a perfect solution.

He walked over to the mirror and looked at the face that was growing older from the exhaustion and worry.

Heydrich smiled.

He's so stupid.

The best test subject.

Isn't it right in front of you?

——————

When Morgan opened his eyes again, Horus had stepped aside and questioned Abaddon, who bowed his head and was silent.

Obviously, the Spider Empress's silence was understood as a kind of exhaustion, a weakness that was not fit to be pressed again.

"Tell me, my child."

"What the hell is going on!"

The wolf when's hands covered Abaddon's broad shoulders, and he was almost at eye level with his own heir, his gaze shifting from the concern of the Father of Genes to the majesty of the Lord of the Legion.

"Sue! Sue! I! ”

“……”

“……”

With his head down, Abaddon bit the corner of his lip and made a gesture that he had never done before: a rare resistance, stubbornness, and silence to the questions posed by his genetic father.

Horus looked at his heir, and then at everyone: if at first his question was a curious curiosity, now it is a stubborn subject that must be unraveled.

After his third round of questions had been answered by endless silence, the wolf shepherd finally lost his patience: he gently but firmly moved Abaddon again, and raised his feet to walk towards the strange blood-colored gate: though every one of his children had gathered in front of and around him, begging him with words not to go any further.

But he remained unmoved: until the only figure who could stop him was unconsciously in front of him.

Stop, Horus. 】

You should not know what is happening in it, the silence of your children is out of love for you, and you know that what is going on there is not good for you. 】

The wolf god smiled: laughed angrily.

"You mean, what is everyone hiding from me: is it love for me?"

[Although this is incomprehensible: but, it is.] 】

Ignorance is bliss, my brother. 】

With Morgan's words, the surviving Shadowmoon wolves gathered once again in front of their genetic father, blocking his path to the mysterious gate.

They bowed their heads and remained silent: they were ashamed of hiding and disobeying their genetic fathers.

But they still stood there.

For a moment, Horus even suspected that this was Morgan's ploy, but when he looked at his blood relatives, he saw only in those blue pupils, a shocking exhaustion and helplessness: no inferior mind could survive in such an environment.

The wolf god looked at his blood relatives, and his blood relatives were looking at him: the two genetic protogens did not communicate with each other, and their eyes were their words and windows, reflecting each other what they wanted to know on the other side.

Horus looked at it for a long time, and looked very seriously: until he was convinced that all that flashed in Morgan's pupils was the pure sincerity of blood relatives.

After a long time, the wolf shepherd finally spoke slowly, he looked at his blood relatives, at his children: he was not willing to hurt any of them by force, he could only use a tone that bordered on pleading.

"Tell me."

"Tell me what the hell is going on."

"That's my brother, and I have the right to know about him!"

"Do you want to tell me that I will forget Heydrich from now on!"

Morgan breathed, her brow lowered as she stared at Horus flatly.

[Maybe ......]

Before she finished speaking, the Spider Queen's pupils widened incredibly.

Because, behind her.

It's already a golden glow.

And a big hand that was so wide that no one could resist that he unconsciously pressed on Morgan's shoulder.

In the midst of that brilliance, a voice was heard.

Like a god.

——————

[Yes.] 】

Horus, my child. 】

[My sixteenth son. 】

[From this day on, from this moment on, whether it is you, nor your legions, nor every official, soldier, and inhabitant of my kingdom, all of you, must forget all this. 】

[All must forget my Eleventh Son, and the Eleventh Legion. 】

[They failed. 】

[This is not a request, nor a suggestion, but an order, an order that requires the strictest means of execution.] 】

[All transcripts and footage of their lives must be destroyed, all war files and private records containing them must cease to exist, and all persons associated with them, whether civilians or Astarte fighters, must undergo the most severe amnestic procedures.] 】

And as my heirs, you will be no exception, and Machado will take care of all this. 】

[Here's the order: From now on.] 】

[There is no Eleventh Primordial Body.] 】

[There is also no Eleventh Legion.] 】

They didn't exist. 】

——————

Sweat, cold sweat.

Cold sweat that had never been felt before dripped down Morgan's forehead.

A strong man, a strong man so strong that she couldn't resist, came behind her without realizing it at all, and casually held her lifeline.

And she didn't even have the most delayed feeling until he took the initiative to show up.

Nothing scares Morgan more than that.

She was even scared, trembling.

Is...... Feeling like never before.

The Spider Empress pursed her lips, her face pale in the light and shadows, and she slowly moved her steps while the figure behind her was at length, wanting to stay away from the golden light.

But she failed.

As her boots scraped the floor under her feet, the hand that covered her shoulder seemed to sense something, and it even patted her casually, as if to soothe a frightened big cat, but it had no intention of leaving.

When it sensed Morgan's obvious uneasiness, it even had a brief pause: it represented a genuine sense of confusion.

Morgan didn't know for a moment whether he should be angry, rejoicing, or afraid.

But before she could answer, Horus's roar had already shocked everyone.

"Father!"

"Why!"

"Why do you want to do this!"

Horus stood, his whole body trembling with excitement and bewilderment, even the huge wolf skin almost fell to the ground, his mouth growing large and then shutting shut: it was he clenching his teeth, letting the green tendons protrude on his forehead.

Why did his father do this!

……

…… No!

This was certainly not what his father had in mind!

Suspicion of the Emperor didn't even last a second in the heart of the wolf shepherd, and Horus resisted, almost instinctively, any dark thoughts about his genetic father: Horus could not bear even the slightest hint of it.

So, of course, but when he needed to vent his anger, he shifted his gaze to the silent palm printman on the side.

"Is this mortal! Father! ”

"Is it Machado!"

"Did he trick you into doing this?"

"This mortal! This profit-hungry bureaucrat! This damn ......"

[Enough! 】

The wolf-shepherd's angry roar was still half of his mouth clogged, too excited to speak: but the emperor had not allowed his anger to reach the innocent.

[This is my decision, Horus. 】

My Horus. 】

[This is my command, my decision and my will: no one can mislead me, and no one can give orders in my place. 】

[My son, I hope you will accept this order: as an order, not a request, you don't need to know what is going on, you just need to know that everything about the Eleventh Legion will disappear from today onwards. 】

Their statues will be destroyed, their memories will be erased, they will fade in the tide of the Great Expedition: as if all the sacrifices and pains we had made in this great war will not be mentioned again. 】

Horus, my child. 】

[Remember.] 】

[From this day forward, you have only eighteen brothers...... and sisters. 】

By the end of the sentence, Morgan could clearly feel the golden light lingering on her body for a second: even though she never looked at the powerful being, she still felt like she was going blind.

The blinding light looked straight at Morgan, and it was like purgatory to Morgan.

Fortunately, Horus quickly recovered from the fatal blow, and after a long brief moment of trembling in place, he raised his head and cast a vicious glance in the direction of Machado.

The Palm Printer was just speechless.

Horus then looked to his genetic father: his eyes were filled with confusion, trust, and anxiety.

"I ...... I see, father. ”

"I memorized your orders."

"I will execute them, just as I execute every command you make."

"I'll cooperate...... Palm Print...... of the work. ”

Where no one could see, Macator tilted his head silently, casting a somewhat resentful glance at his lord.

The emperor was just speechless, he let go of the hand on Morgan's shoulder, and slowly walked in front of Horus in the silence of the Spider Queen.

Horus ...... Wu'er ......】

He whispered, meeting Horus's expectant gaze as if he wanted to say something.

But he could only sigh.

Then he patted the wolf god on the shoulder.

Go out and meet your brothers with your heirs, I have some things to talk about alone with your sisters. 】

The wolf god's pupils darkened, but he still nodded meekly and went to carry out his father's orders.

The confusion always surrounded Horus, and it didn't dissipate for a moment: despite this, the wolf shepherd still had no worries about the emperor, and he buried his resentment against the palm sealer in his heart, and led his children out of the underground world that he didn't want to see again.

He will forget about it.

It was an order of the emperor.

He thought, walking, wordless all the way.

It wasn't until the light that symbolized the ground began to sting his eyeballs that Horus finally raised his head, and by this time, the smile had returned to his face.

He smiled and looked at the crowd in the distance who were approaching here.

He greeted them, and quickly identified several of his brothers.

At first glance.

And he saw it.

The Lion of Caliban, that cold face.

(End of chapter)