"Morgan, our sister."

"Second Legion, our comrades."

"Hmmm......"

"I have to confess to you, Horus, I really don't seem to have thought much of these things."

"I seem to ...... Lack of attention to her. ”

“……”

"It's okay, St. Giles, it's not too late, I think you'll still have plenty of time to get to know her before you can meet her officially."

"By whom?"

"Through a book, her book."

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The ancient and great Vengeful Spirit, the flagship of the Shadow Moon Legion, is home to countless grand ceremonies and ceremonies inherited from ancient times, all of which have been meticulously recorded, and each step steeped in history has been carved into a stone slab that will never rot to welcome those guests of honorable status.

As the first descendant of the Lord of Humanity to return, the eldest brother of the Gene Primordial, the Wolf Shepherd God has this honor and special status, allowing him to have more access to these ancient relics that symbolize honor and trust, and he is probably the genius who knows how to use these grand rituals the most among all the Gene Primitives.

The sun's inner and innate calculations allow Horus to orchestrate these spectacular ceremonies with precision, bringing just the right amount of respect and affection to each of his guests, and any visitor to the Vengeful Spirits, whatever their character, purpose, or heartfelt desires, will become friends, confidants, or followers of the wolf shepherd when they finally leave.

Despite this, some of the grandest ceremonies are almost never carried out, as they belong to only the two individuals who weigh most heavily in Horus's heart.

One, is his father.

The other is the angel of all.

Emperor, with St. Giles.

Although the wolf shepherd has always longed to be worthy of the admiration in the eyes of everyone, to be able to truly become the Horus who treats everyone equally and will never make mistakes and be violent, he also has to admit that in the galaxy, in his heart, these two people have a unique and unshakable position.

They were the only ones who could make the entire Vengeful Spirit the greatest and most solemn welcome ceremony, and it would be the most noisy moment for the entire Glorious Queen-class battleship: and today, it was such a day.

"They were talking about [Commander], a freshly baked word, but like the noisy Venus of Shanghai that had not yet washed away, it was full of a predestined charm."

"Everyone: the primordials, the Astartes, the mortal officers, the boisterous tax collectors, the chattering narrators and artists, even the mechanical priests and navigators, everyone was concerned about the subject, scared and expectant."

"Who can replace our father, who can carry the banner of all this?"

"Could that be you, Horus?"

"I prefer you, St. Giles."

The wolf god smiled, and his countenance was filled with wholehearted sincerity, an incomparably rare noble quality.

The Shadow Moon Legion's Genetic Prototype is accompanying his blood relatives from afar, the noblest of the Primordials, who stroll and chat side by side in the corridors of glory of the Glorious Queen-class battleships, just as relaxed and comfortable as the first years of their encounter.

Behind them, two teams of elite warriors of the Guard of Honor, clad in shining armor, kept a suitable distance from their genetic protoplasms, and these Praetorian Guards, who needed to be vigilant at all times, could also maintain a relatively relaxed posture at this time: no one would suspect that the fighting brothers around them would hurt themselves, just as no one could doubt the sincere friendship between the wolf shepherd god and the archangel, which was a unique truth.

"Me? Horus, my brother, stop joking, I won't be a war commander, no one will want me to be a war commander, including myself. ”

The angel laughed, his own figure in golden armor and fur shawl as breathtaking as ever, his noble face surrounded by bright blonde hair, and his massive snow-white wings unreservedly proclaiming the existence of a mythical being.

"But I'm with you, St. Giles."

"I'm with you, Horus, and more brothers will support you too."

"Actually, there aren't that many."

The wolf god laughed, and his smile made it impossible to tell whether it was bitter or relieved.

"Ten Optimus Pillars are enough to defeat a million wastelands: Horus, my brother, you need not worry so much, among all our blood relatives, few of them care about the title of war commander in the first place, and not all of them are willing to bear the responsibilities that glory brings."

"You've always been so literate, my angel brother, as if you really came from a better heaven, a place that didn't need sharp weapons."

"I'm happy to do this in front of you, Horus, since the wolf shepherd god has taken the initiative to become the vanguard of crushing all opponents, then why don't I take the opportunity to relax, after all, I still have a softness in my heart that is not suitable for war."

"I can see it."

"That couldn't be better."

The archangel of Baal laughed, a smile that would have turned the terrible ruins into a holy heavenly kingdom, a radiant that no one could resist: even the wolf shepherd.

The two Genogens continued to talk, turning a hallway past a rowdy group of narrators and artists, St. Giles standing in front of two distant paintings from Divine Terra, his fleeting nuclear smile that made all the artists rush to write a book, allowing the two Genogens to slip away.

The wolf god spoke again.

"You just said that not all brothers will be obsessed with the commander."

"Can you imagine Riemanrus, Chagatai or Vulcan leaving their kingdom and reaching out to status and power: even if the crown is placed before them, their hearts will only be a thousand miles away."

"That's true: what about Fogream?"

"Our phoenix is a little more complicated: if you ask him about the supreme honor of the commander, then he will take him affectionately and listen to the story of Proxima Centauri and the Imperial Aquila."

"Leave me alone: I've heard it more than twenty times."

"I'm thirty times."

The two primordials burst out laughing again.

"Not speaking of Fogham, his vote must belong to Ferrus."

"Be generous, Horus, if you can't win without an opponent, then it's not called a victory, because it doesn't have the sweetness of being tempered at all."

"You're right, and Ferrus is indeed the best of our brothers: both in his strength and in the strength of the Iron Hand, and in those who are close to him: Vogrem, Vulcan, and even Perturab."

"He's perfect, isn't he."

"That's true: but you can't let that distract you from others."

The archangel's wings fluttered, and he stared at the dim sun beyond the porthole.

"Someone else? Who else? ”

For a moment, the wolf shepherd god couldn't even think of the answer to this question.

St. Giles smiled.

"Johnson."

"You have to understand, Horus, you have to understand the allure and attraction of the title of warlord for a knight: after all, Johnson does not have an imperial Aquila of his own."

“…… That's true. ”

The wolf god nodded solemnly.

"Ferus and Johnson."

"Ferrus has Vogrim and possibly Vulcans and Perturabo in his possession."

"Johnson has ......"

"Hmmm......"

“……”

"The Dark Angels are undoubtedly a powerful army, and they still have the strength."

The archangel of Baal added this sentence at the right time, so that the wolf god couldn't help but nod his head, and coughed twice pretending to hide his hesitation and pause just now.

But it was at this time that he remembered something.

"Johnson may have Morgan."

"They're coming closer: maybe."

The words of the wolf shepherd god caused St. Giles to pause in a rare moment, and after a moment of thought, he shook his head very honestly.

"I don't know her, Horus, I don't know much about our blood relative."

"You haven't met yet, after all, but she's a trustworthy figure, and I think there's another way you can get to know our sisters first."

The wolf shepherd took a few quick steps, pushed open a door, and quickly took out a well-packaged book from inside.

"Vogrim borrowed it from me, and he said I could see the contents, but I feel that the content and narration of this book may be more useful to your legion."

St. Giles raised a frown.

"A book?"

"Yes, Morgan wrote."

“…… Another book of the Word? ”

“……”

"No, it's not that bad, trust me."

The archangel nodded suspiciously, and he casually stroked the cover and glanced at the name that was a little too long.

Basic Course of Think Tank Professionalism and Reference for Solutions to Various Common Problems of Psychic Ability Loss

Genogen's brow soothed slightly, and in his ear, Horus enthusiastically explained what he knew.

"I've read this book, St. Giles, and although I haven't done much research on psionic powers and think tanks, I can still feel that this is a very cautious book, that it exhorts more than encourages, that it has more practical examples than false reasoning, and that it does not boast of the power of psionic powers like other psionic books, but rather exposes a darker and more real side."

"Maybe you should read it, St. Giles, and I know that your legion, like the white scars of Chagatai, is experimentally promoting the think tank system: it may help you."

The angel didn't reply, he just stroked the cover of the book, was quiet for a while, and then turned his head to look at the wolf herder.

"Actually, I don't really want to read this book now, Horus, after all, I haven't officially met Morgan yet, and reading this book written by her too early may affect my impression of her."

"I can assure you that Morgan is a trusted blood relative."

The wolf shepherd took a step forward and patted St. Giles on the shoulder, his smile was one that made it impossible to question or speculate, even St. Giles.

"Look at it, you should get to know our blood relatives as soon as possible."

"It's not necessary either......"

Barr's archangel muttered this sentence quietly, narrowed his eyes, cautiously turned the first page, quickly swept through the preface and scattered testimonials, and then followed the table of contents, flipping through a few random pages of content that interested him the most.

He read very quickly, and very little, adding up to less than ten pages, just a few seconds.

But when he closed the book, the corners of St. Giles' lips were already on his lips, and he looked at Horus, and gently apologized in the unsurprising vision of the wolf herder.

"You're right, Horus, this book is a great benefit to my legion, and it's a boon for any beginner in think tanks and psionics: I'm even looking forward to meeting our sister."

"You have a good impression of her?"

Horus asked with a smile, and the archangel tucked the book under his arm, revealing a somewhat shy and emotional smile, his eyes sparkling, like a joke, and like an unintentional persuasion.

"If this is a means used by our Morgan blood relatives to promote their image and export their opinions, then she is a terrible person: frankly, Horus, I can't get rid of her after just a few glances at the book."

"It's the first time I've seen such a cautious approach to subspace in this galaxy, unlike any book I've ever read about psionic power: especially those from Prospero...... You get the idea. ”

"Ah, of course."

"Well, you wouldn't mind if I borrowed it temporarily, would you?"

"Of course not, Forgrim has brought back a lot of them, and I even gave one of them to Motarian."

“…… He didn't throw it away? ”

"At least not in front of me."

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"Bang!"

"Dispose of it, Karas."

The Death Guard's genetic protogen is back on his flagship, and he's just finished a visit to the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion, and he's had a pretty good time.

Except for that terrible gift.

A psionic book from his sorcerer's blood relative......

Motarian breathed deeply, and the breath of the room grew even more barbarous: in his respect and love for Horus, the Lord of the Death Guard barely supported himself to bring the filth to the battleship, but after that, he didn't want to see it again.

"Leave it to me."

With the wave of the Progenogen's hand, a figure stepped out of the side of the throne, and Karas-Typhon, a close friend of the Proto, casually glanced at the book, and his body unconsciously let out a slight tremble.

"Dispose of it, that's all."

Genogen rubbed his brow and quickly got into something else, unaware that Typhon was walking in a hurry as he left with the book in his arms.

Surprised and out of breath, Kalas ran all the way back to his room, he looked around cautiously, and then quickly shrank in the corner, and turned one page with the trepidation of opening a treasure chest.

At this moment, the second-in-command of the legion, who had hidden his spiritual talent and had never received formal psionic education, and the head of the psionic of the Death Guard Legion, was even so excited that his fingers trembled a little.

……

……

"Oh!"

"I see!"

"Mortarian, you idiot! You've lost a baby! ”

(End of chapter)