"You're really not coming? I can assure you of their taste. ”

[No, it reminds me of a brother I haven't met yet.] 】

"Who's that?"

"Forget it, I'm sure whoever it is, he shouldn't say anything about it anymore."

Horus threw a question in high spirits, and then gave it up in the blink of an eye, his god-like face smiling impatiently, while the long, thin claws swung in mid-air, blowing a cold wind and grabbing the dominant power of the conversation.

"So, do you want to fight me, like you do with everyone else?"

The seemingly polite inquiry was filled with arrogant arrows that pierced the Spider Queen's pupils, but Morgan was not angry, she just flipped the weapon in her hand and measured the gap in force between her and the legendary wolf herder.

[From the beginning, I didn't want to engage in this kind of savage fighting, Horus: Fighting is only the lowest order for me, and I like to use more civilized methods than brutal killings to usurp the so-called glory.] 】

"Excellent."

As soon as Morgan's words fell, a smile of agreement appeared on the face of the wolf herder.

"Like you, I love to communicate more than to fight, and I like to make friends more than I win over enemies: but I'm also different from you in that I don't turn down the glory that comes to my door, and I don't run away from any straightforward personal challenge."

Horus stepped forward gracefully, and he soon advanced to a position that was very dangerous for both primorals, but the wolf wrangler's [World Breaker] did not wave, nor did the Spider Queen's psionic energy roar, and in the eerie silence, Morgan and her phantasmagoral brother reached some kind of mutual trust.

"Good."

Again, Horus laughed.

"It looks like we've managed to win each other's trust: now, what do you want to talk about?"

[Talk about you: Talk about these things that are coming to me one after another.] 】

"You're referring to us?"

[Of course.] 】

Morgan did not hesitate, she looked directly into the eyes of the person in front of her, looking for the slightest omission in the ingenious disguise: like Johnson before, the current Horus also has fatal flaws.

The ambition in his pupils was too exuberant to be best concealed, and the golden ring on his index finger was too new and bright to have the pale marks of rubbing back and forth caresses: everything showed that he was only a high imitation, a new argument that allowed Morgan to reach a conclusion.

What the hell are you? 】

Morgan's fingers brushed the blade in his palm downward.

[You appear before my eyes in the form of my brothers, fight me, and unleash malice and curses on me: but you will never be my blood brothers, I am sure of this, and your omissions, though subtle, are not impossible to find. 】

So who are you, and where am I now? 】

"Straight to the heart of the question, huh? It does make things a lot simpler. ”

The strange creature named Horus did not panic, he raised his hand and pretended to applaud it, and the famous [Horus Claw] made a sharp grinding sound.

"You're right, we're not your brothers, we're just a bunch of obsessions, a kind of embodied expression, a dark projection of the genetics in your mind: every time you see a new brother, you find that they are better than you, and in doing so, you feel anxiety that you are not aware of."

"This anxiety accumulates and is not dealt with in a timely manner, and the influence of other situations that you encounter is mixed up to form us: each of us represents the corresponding primordial body, with a very clear difference, Johnson is Johnson, Riemanrus is Riemanus, and the worries and shames you have when facing different brothers are also different."

"It's like you're a fearless bastard when confronted by me."

[Thanks for the compliment.] 】

Morgan smiled back with a sarcastic smile, her natural suspicion and caution made her not fully believe Horus's words, and she poured more power into her weapons, ready to start a new battle.

So, according to you, the reason why I am here, at war with every brother I know, is because deep down I have anxiety about the excellence of each of them. 】

"That's part of the reason."

Horus nodded.

"You don't believe my words: and that just proves that what I'm saying is the truth."

"Jealousy is a human nature, and it is impossible for any of us to be completely jealous, but some people can deal with it calmly, some people will only be enslaved by it, and there are still others who hide their jealousy with duplicity, and the wise one can even deceive himself."

[So which one do you belong to?] 】

Morgan asked rhetorically, her hands gripping the heavy axe blades tightly, and the tendrils of psionic energy holding the silver sword in mid-air: the heavily armed Lord of Avalon moved his pace slowly, circling with Horus in the ruins beneath their feet.

"I can be the last adversary you imagine, and I am here to answer your question: I certainly belong to the third type, Morgan, and we are sympathetic on this point, and in fact, we are sympathetic on many issues."

The Wolf Shepherd moved forward unhurriedly, keeping a somewhat dangerous distance from Morgan forever, the massive [World Breaker] hammer re-attached to his waist, and the sharp claws of Horus waving in mid-air to the generous words of their master.

"In a sense, we are all too much alike, we are all one of the few people who have a worried mentality among the carefree many children of the Lord of Mankind, and apart from this common denominator, you and I are both kings of the primordial body, and have the deepest understanding of the contradictions between worldly power and human nature."

"Of course, you can also forge a friendship with a general like Johnson, a judge like Conrad, and an executioner like Riemannus: but a king is destined to have a common subject with another king, so when you want to answer your doubts, you naturally conceive of my shadow in your heart."

[I can't agree with that.] 】

Morgan grinned, her smile cold and insincere.

If I want to find a king among my brothers, I think Killiman is far more appropriate than you: after all, he does own a kingdom, and I have a distinctly deeper relationship with him, and do not forget, my brother Horus, we have only met once. 】

"A confidant doesn't need to be long-winded."

In the pupils of the wolf herder, there was a flickering fire.

"What's more...... Killiman? ”

Horus scoffed.

"He was not a king: I confess that he was a very good ruler, a brilliant strategist, the most capable of our brothers, and the mere thought of the rustling quills in his hand was enough to make me sit still."

"But Killiman was by no means a worthy king, at least not yet: he was too cautious and lacked heroism, too steady and unambitious, too concerned with the delicate vines that bound him, too concerned with what he called his land and its people, so he did not have the loneliness of being a king."

"He will carefully calculate every world that has been exterminated by himself, which is something that only a sentimental prime minister does, and the people on the throne will never care how many times the destruction under the throne has been carried out."

"Kings are monsters made with the face of a lion, the eyes of a viper, the heart of a fox, and the minions of a jackal, and they must have the desperation to sacrifice everything for their great ends, they can be cautious, they can be steady, they can be cruel, they can even be stupid, but they must not be weak."

"And among our brethren there are too many weak people, and not many of those who are tough have the ambition of a true king, who have been shaped by our genetic father into strange hermits who are content with their own little world, rather than rulers, who lack the faith to take on the fate of others."

"Or rather, they are too otherworldly, so otherworldly that they do not seem to be mortals, and therefore they cannot be kings among mortals: and you and I are different, and you know that very well, Morgan."

"I am the closest of all my brothers to mortals, and I have mortal ambitions and weaknesses, as well as mortal greed and desires: you saw this through the first meeting between you and me, and that's why you dared to prophesy to Conrad what kind of catastrophe I would cause when I took over the duties of commander."

"Because you know, for a character of our rank, a character that is too similar to a mortal is certainly a virtue, but more of a curse."

"A curse that even you fear."

"And that's the main reason you're here: you're confused, you're looking for or waiting for an answer, because you've found something that's making you sit still."

——————

"You're becoming more and more like a mortal."

——————

As soon as these words came out, the air was a little quiet.

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment.

Then, she raised the axe blade in her hand, and the silver edge beside her also walked in the air, constantly wielding beautiful and deadly sword flowers.

Horus grinned, and slammed back at his Horus Claws.

——————

[You say I'm becoming more and more like a mortal: and even if it's true, I don't think the question confuses me, Horus.] 】

"As I said before, Morgan, you and I are the same, both are duplicitous, and your current words are just verifying the correctness of my conclusion over and over again."

The wolf god smiled and replied, he didn't even bother to wield his own war hammer, just relying on the claws of Horus in his palm, he was able to fight Morgan in close combat, and even gradually gained the upper hand: Lupecar was indeed powerful, he was worthy of the best of the primordials.

And Horus's words, like a cannon, constantly bombarded Morgan's ears with declarations that bordered on roaring.

"I've said it a long time ago, we are all projections in your heart, our power, our image, and even the words we can say, are things that you have long thought about in your heart, and you just don't want to admit their existence."

The claws were swung out, and there was a piercing sound of breaking through the air.

"It's like you don't want to admit that you're jealous of your brothers."

Morgan struggled to withstand the blow, and she hesitated to replace the blade next to her.

"As you don't want to admit that I represent your humanity and ambition, you and I actually have more common language, even common interests, than Johnson or Conrad."

Steel collided, dust exploded, weapons and claws pressed together, biting at each other, Morgan and Horus's faces were so close at the moment that they could see their faces in each other's pupils.

Horus smiled, a sarcastic smile that was bound to be won.

"It's like you don't want to admit that you're becoming more and more like a mortal: more specifically, more and more like a good, good person in the popular sense. Remember the other situation I mentioned earlier, this change is that other situation. ”

"You are inevitably changing for the better, and you are afraid of this change for many reasons: on the one hand, you remember exactly what kind of crime you have committed, remember what a cold bastard you once was, and if you really want to be a good person, the past of these sins alone is enough to crush a good heart."

"After all, turning back and self-atonement has always been the most difficult issue in the social sciences, because it is essentially an ethical test, and ethics is a vague thing with no specific boundaries."

"When you are confronted with the heinous crimes you have committed, how can you know that you have atoned for your sins?"

"And if you refuse to atone for your sins, how can you be a good person with peace of mind?"

Because you are a good person, you don't know if you have atonement for your sins, and when you can't atone for your sins, you can't really be a good person.

"An unsolvable problem, isn't it?"

Horus's pupils were close to Morgan, and the elegant sarcasm that came out of his mouth was engraved word by word on the Spider Queen's face.

"You have gained a conscience, and your conscience is telling you that your sins are unforgivable: you didn't care about these little problems of psychological burden, but who told you to become more and more like a good person now?"

"Even the anger from Magnus can leave you speechless, even the sorrow from Vulcan can make you lay down your arms, not to mention the words from other brothers, and you can only answer with silence: where is the former lotus-tongued ruthless now?"

"And even if you've really changed, and you're really aware of what kind of crime you've committed, will they forgive you when it all comes out, or, as you just saw, every single one of them will fight against you, and everybody will be disappointed in you?"

"It's an unbelievable question, isn't it: even after everything you've just experienced, you can't figure out the answer to this question."

With a wave of his claws, he forced the Spider Empress back more than a dozen steps.

But if you don't say it, this kind of evil buried in your heart can easily drag a good person down! It can't be helped, kind people always have more suffering. ”

"And this is only the first and easiest problem you need to worry about, and then, there is another crucial problem in front of you."

The wolf god stood in place, he did not chase after the retreating spider queen, but put away his claws, unhurriedly pulled out the worldbreaker hanging on his waist, and played lazily in the palm of his hand, leaving only the corner of his eye to his blood brother.

"Do you want to compete with my Worldbreaker?"

"I bet you won't be able to carry it six times."

Horus smiled. Without waiting for an answer from Morgan, he rushed forward with his hammer in his swing, and as he charged, his words changed from lazy sarcasm to a kind of reprimanding seriousness.

"The second problem is more serious than you think: if the entanglement of being a kind person is the direct cause of your fall into this place, then this second problem is the root cause of your hesitation now."

"You can be a good person, you are indeed becoming a good person, the so-called psychological contradictions can also be continued by self-deception, but if you want to be a good person, you have to face a more realistic problem."

"As a good man, a mortal. What kind of reason do you have not to join the Emperor's great plan? ”

The wolf god's pupils shimmered colder than his teeth, and the worldbreaker swung it down, smashing the blade of Morgan's axe to pieces with a single blow.

"That's a terrible weapon, you should get another one."

Horus took a sip.

"Then, as I said, you were originally a spectator who stood on the edge of the arena, quietly watching, and you knew that the power you possessed and the emperor were most likely from the same reason, so you were not in a hurry to make a choice, but intended to be a bystander, to appreciate the emperor's next actions, and according to his ending, to decide what to do with the power contained in your body."

"Before that, you never felt like you were a character in the arena, even though you were in this gladiatorial arena, although your strength was even the smaller part of the dueling arena, but fate did not fall on your head, you had a similar mentality to those in the audience."

"But now, things are different: you really become a mortal, a mortal who can be called a good person, this is some kind of almost fundamental change, if you don't adapt to it in time, or resist it in time, then your future will be turned upside down."

"Originally, your life stood at a fork in the road, and humanity led to one side, which was the path that the emperor chose for you, and he waited for your help at the end of the road."

"And the other is the path to submission, which is the path that the four gods have chosen for you, and they also stand at the end of the path, making all kinds of promises to you, waiting for you to become a disciple under their throne."

"Yes, the four gods have made conditions for you, and they are willing to let you sit under their thrones: the two lords of desire and change do not say much, and the sick father, though he has no more affection for you, will reserve a nearest place for you by the urn if you will go into his garden."

"Even the Great Hound, the god of war who is not good at discussing war, although you have many things in you that he does not like, if you are willing to use your kingdom, your warriors, and your calm mind to offer him great war, He will not be stingy with his generous reward."

"In the beginning, only these two paths were in front of you, and you could only tremble between the divine might of the emperor and the temptation of the four gods, but as time went on, and as you realized what power you contained, you discovered a third path that existed at this crossroads: the path to compromise."

"You can compromise with the potential future power within you to kiss the crown that belongs to you in the deepest part of subspace: you can do that, and it starts to embolden you."

"The only thing that prevents you from doing so is the unknown: you don't know the consequences of doing so, you don't know that your own will will will not be yours after you put on that crown."

"But the brazenness brought by this power makes you choose to wait in place, waiting for the duel between the emperor and the four gods to produce an obvious result, waiting for the good and bad of these three paths to be savored by you."

"That's what you thought, so for a long time you even lost your sense of crisis, and even seemed relaxed and comfortable, happy to be a preoccupied genogen and lord of the realm, like your brothers who knew nothing: but such a life was not without a price."

"When you realize that you have become a good person, you find that you are inevitably being pulled by the emperor into a path that belongs to him, and you are inevitably becoming a potential comrade-in-arms of the emperor: and in your subconscious, you don't want to do this yet, you don't want to be tied to your father who is so disadvantaged before the dust settles."

"Because you see what exists in him, you know how pale his plan is, and you fear that if you stand with him and bind too deeply, then if you fail in the end, you will not even be qualified to regret it."

"At the end of the day, maybe you've become a kind person, but you've not become a noble person, that's why you're bothered like you're now, that's why you're at a loss for what to do with your heart, you're hesitant when faced with a choice, and this hesitation is mixed with your anxiety about your brothers, and it's a dream designed to hold you back, which has evolved into the scene you are now."

"It's the place where you don't want to face it, but you have to stay in it: and that's what Heydrich wants to do. He has held you back and bought you enough time for the outside world to change, but it is not entirely bad for you. ”

"You can wake up now, wake up and face the mess that Heydrich has caused you: and while you clean it up, you can think about it, think about our existence, think about what I and the other guys have said to you."

"Think about it."

"Do you want to continue this hesitation, do you want to stay away from your father?"

"Do you want to continue to be a mortal and a good person, or do you want to rein in the compassion that has not yet fully taken root, and become the selfish and ruthless one again: while it is not wise to be a slave to the four gods, it does not mean that you must be on the side of the emperor."

"Or do you want to be a more noble person, as the Emperor has always wanted?"

The wolf god laughed, and for the first time, Morgan felt a real warmth on this face.

"Think about it."

"You can't hesitate any longer: a man who hesitates, but he can't defeat Heydrich."

"I can't defeat my future self either."

Sigh......

This plot can be seen as a temporary solution for me to Death 2 and Morgan's Good Fall, and there is a saying that Death 2 is not as serious as Eternal Echo and Death 1 in the backstab (the emperor is a pure good father, and that wave really almost sent me away)

But Death 2 still bothered me, especially the part about the Dark King, I really didn't understand anything about the Black King, but when I read that the Emperor might not know about the existence of the Black King, I was really shocked, and this point really almost strangled my plot again.

So I can only write these few urgently, patch (cover my face)

But this obviously caused the plot to drag on, all I can say is that I'll try to make up for it, Heydrich's general plot has been thought out, I pretty much know how to make this guy both loyal and crazy, and if all goes well, I can probably solve this Eleventh Prototype by next Monday.

When the time comes, I'll think about what to write: to be honest, it's a little tiring to keep this kind of daily update, and my writing habits are also easy to cause water.

(End of chapter)