【Let's eat.】 】

[Pick one you like.] 】

[This is the fate of the progenitor. 】

“……”

"You seem to be playing a very old joke with me, sister: and it's not funny."

Barr's archangel pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth downward, squeezing out their dimples, and he couldn't help but raise his brow as he looked at the back of Morgan's arm, the rapidly fading psionic rift, for he smelled something unsettling in it.

"Excuse me: Where did you get these fruits from on your own?"

Who knows? 】

The Lord of Avalon hooked the corners of her mouth without a smile, and spread the five fingers of her right hand as she held the well-stocked fruit bowl: she was sure that it weighed enough to give any of the Genogenes' clever brains present a beautiful scoop.

[Maybe it comes from that place where water and grass are abundant, a place of rebirth? 】

“……”

This religiously charged metaphor made St. Giles frown: perhaps because of his overly misleading appearance, and because of the outside rumors about him that were implicated in the sacred, the archangel had a vague but firm resistance to anything of faith.

But even so, he blinked and guessed slightly.

Inside Terra Palace......

A land of abundant water and grass......

"Did you go to the kitchen of the palace to buy the goods?"

【……】

Is there a kitchen in Terra Palace? 】

The frown of his brow shifted from the holy countenance of St. Giles to Morgan's perfect mold, and then, the Lord of Avalon subconsciously asked a rhetorical question, which caused the two genetic primitives to fall into this rather pragmatic philosophical question at the same time.

“……”

"There should be, not to mention the mortal guards patrolling the outer court, just the inner court where we are now: although no one is allowed to spend the night here except for the forbidden army, the forbidden army also needs to eat, right?"

[I don't think they need to.] 】

The Spider Empress pursed her lips and looked at the shield-bearers who passed by from the edge of their shadows: these Emperor's Guardians did not hide their attitude that they were supervising the six Genetic Prototypes, and most of them seemed to really think that they could compete with the Emperor's heirs, or even win the battle.

【……】

It should be said that it is a creation created by the emperor himself: this incomprehensible arrogance is really exactly the same as most genetic prototypes.

Morgan snorted.

"And where did you get it from?"

St. Giles smiled beside her, but his pupils flickered with caution, and his hands were folded behind his back: it was evident that the archangel did not look like he was going to speak without an accurate answer.

Morgan smiled, she wasn't going to freeze here, she kept dragging this fruit bowl and looked silly.

[I have stolen these fruits from the presence of the supreme authority: so eat them with gratitude, brother, and do not forget to take responsibility with me when the time comes. 】

"What do you mean...... Father? ”

St. Giles asked rhetorically with a smile.

[What, don't believe it?] 】

"Not really."

The archangel looked into the distance, and there seemed to be some emotion and surprise in his eyebrows.

"I just didn't expect that our genetic father would be so generous: sharing food with his own offspring, a vulgar interaction that only mortal fathers and sons can have, would appear in our great and loving emperor, wouldn't he be afraid of tarnishing his pure and flawless golden body?"

【……】

You seem to be very malicious towards our genetic father, brother. 】

Morgan's eyes narrowed, but she wasn't offended by St. Giles' words.

"Malicious? I?! ”

The archangel's wings trembled, and he burst into laughter.

"How is it possible, I have just been struck by our genetic father: he has only hidden the truth and secrets from us that are comparable to the entire galaxy, but he is willing to make up for us with a whole plate of fruit, can the whole galaxy find a more generous father than him?"

【……】

Morgan blinked, and she found something amazing: whenever she felt that the emperor had dealt badly enough with the father-son relationship, a new brother would jump out and trample on the lower limit she had set for the emperor in her heart.

So, the emperor ......

It can't be some evil god.

In a trance, Morgan remembered the indescribable shadow she had seen in the Lord of Humanity: a shadow even more terrifying than the power of the two subspace gods she had ever witnessed, and it carried some kind of indescribable vision, which even Morgan could not tell the difference to this day.

Was that an illusion, or was it something she had actually seen?

【……】

So, the emperor can't really be an evil god: someone else is a god of war, change, sickness, or pleasure, while the emperor is a god in charge of bad family relationships.

Well......

Emperor: The Lord of Mankind, the God of Fatherly Love and Family Harmony.

…… Burst......

Morgan's head tilted once, and his shoulders shook.

"What are you laughing at?"

[No, nothing, I just thought of something happy: Do you eat or not? 】

“……”

After a few hesitations, St. Giles still stretched out his hand: it was not for other reasons, the archangel instinctively felt that if he really rejected Morgan's hard [kindness], maybe in the next second, some bloody conflict would break out here.

Definitely not because: he was hungry, and the dew-stained fruit did look delicious.

So St. Giles put his finger on the top of the bowl: the bright red pomegranate stood out in terms of size, color, and position.

【……】

#来自于摩根的危险目光#

“……”

When the premonition of danger in his heart was at its maximum, St. Giles's fingers bypassed the pomegranate in time, and took a fruit that he did not recognize: when he looked up again, he saw that Morgan's smile was still warm, and it seemed to be no different from just now.

But St. Giles was sure that at a certain moment just now, he felt an aura that was even more terrifying than a row of warlord-level Titans.

This blood relative of his own is really hidden: if it were Morgan, most of the genetic prototypes would not be the opponents of this [weakling].

The archangel sighed with emotion, and while biting the fruit in his hand, he looked at the final destination of their trip.

"You know what, Morgan: they say that in the beginning, when the Terra Palace was first built, it was intended to be an amphitheater for large conferences or grand opera performances, but the designers soon discovered that the owner of the palace was not what they had imagined, and that he seemed to have no interest in these lavish public events."

"So, it was temporarily shelved and used as an ordinary square inside the palace, until the Great Expedition began, with countless loot and tributes poured into the Terra Palace, and this empty land was used for waste and all kinds of miracles collected from the galaxy."

[Is it: But when I look now, I don't see any miracles?] 】

"Because people find out very quickly."

St. Giles looked at his blood relatives and winked playfully.

"Because it soon became clear that the other treasures in the galaxy were far from miraculous compared to the various genetic primordials that returned to the empire one after another, so the priceless tributes were thrown into the hundreds of thousands of rooms of the palace, and this square was requisitioned to boast about the beauty, sacredness, and greatness of the emperor's heirs."

"From that time on, this place began to be called Qunying Square."

One of the archangels' hands was spread out, his passionate voice echoing in the cold wind, and beneath his feet, first rows of seats that had been used as seats, from the steps of the ancient Greek amphitheater, then about two kilometers wide of flat ground, all the way to the foot of the immaculate walls on the other side.

Around the arena, the faces of the Genomorphs were shaped into tall statues, looking down on the world from top to bottom: Morgan could see her own statue in it, her original appearance stacked up with snow-white marble, and even the details of her hair, and her soft silhouette compared to the other brothers, were impeccable.

But the only fly in the ointment is that all the genetic prototype statues present are all fully armed, stubborn, and majestic, they either stand on the ground with a long sword on the ground and defend one side, or they are shining sharp blades in the sky and scolding Fang Xuan, all in all, they are extremely tough generals.

Even the most notorious "civilized people" like Vulcan and Magnus are dressed in their own armor, clutching their weapons, and looking like they are fighting: the sculpture of the Lord of the Fire Dragon even depicts his heroic appearance in his home world, fighting the Dark Spirit Marauders.

But with Morgan, something was wrong: the sculpture of the Lord of Avalon was so perfect that it was impossible to fault with it, but it didn't make Morgan a stubborn general, like her brothers.

In fact, the Spider Empress in the Square of Heroes was not only dressed in a long dress and cloak that was more ornate than her brothers, but she also had no weapon: a book was unfolded in one hand, and a large lamp in the other.

Although there was a sword hanging from her waist, anyone could tell it was a ceremonial sword, and if Morgan remembered correctly, she didn't use it much.

"Any questions?"

The archangel of Baal noticed that a trace of gloom crossed the face of his blood relative.

[No, nothing.] 】

Morgan shook his head, then pointed to his statue.

[If I'm not mistaken, the person who carved this statue hasn't actually seen me with his own eyes, nor has he been in the Dawnbreaker's fleet, right? 】

"How do you know for sure?"

In the face of St. Giles's inquiry, Morgan only raised his head with some pride.

[For I remember the smell of the soul of everyone I came into contact with: in that statue I found no less than a hundred soul breaths, but I did not smell any of them, and it seemed to be different from my description. 】

"That's right."

The Archangel nodded.

"The people responsible for completing these statues are the artisan clans in the palace of Terra who have served the emperor for generations, because of their special status and the important knowledge and knowledge in their minds, they are not allowed to leave the land of Holy Terra, so when they carve our statues, they rely heavily on the assistance of portraits, hearsay, and official records of the Empire."

[I can already imagine the pathetic rumors that could be mixed in. 】

Morgan grinned.

[In fact, if it is according to the rumors in the empire, this statue did not portray me as a weeping mother holding a dead mortal, which is really merciful. 】

“……”

The archangel let out two dry laughs in embarrassment in response.

"Well, in this regard, Dorne and Horus are very popular, and you see that the statues of the two of them are also the best, and if you or Kant are like them, they are a bit of a loss."

St. Giles seemed to soothe his blood relatives with his gentle smile, but Morgan always felt that he was taking advantage of the opportunity to gloat.

[It's nothing, brother, I'm just a little curious, why they arranged for me to put a book and a lantern: I can understand the book, what about the lantern? 】

"Perhaps, it's the work of the Imperial Propaganda Department again."

St. Giles took out another fruit and nibbled on it leisurely.

"Don't you know: the propaganda department of the Great Expedition has written a lot about your behavior of establishing the Far Eastern Frontier, after all, this kind of large-scale civilization construction is itself extremely rich in propaganda hotspots, what can prove the justice and fruitful results of the Great Expedition more than the establishment of hundreds of civilized and rich worlds in the remote areas of the galaxy?"

"It is true that the vast majority of the Imperial Middle East will be inspired by the victories and legends of the Great Expedition and can't wait to devote themselves to it, but there are always some groups that are more realistic, and they want to see the [more positive part] of the Great Expedition, and your Far Eastern Frontier is a weapon for the propaganda department to deal with them."

"So, in the propaganda copy of the Human Empire, you are the goddess of the lantern born by the emperor, and you are the savior of the imperial civilization and the savior of order and law to the worlds in the Far Eastern Frontier that were originally suffering from war and barbarism in the chaotic era: these two points are the meaning of the representative of that book, and of course, that book also represents the spiritual holy book you wrote, which is very popular among many expeditionary fleets of the Empire."

【……】

[That's really interesting.] 】

Morgan's smile floated on the surface.

[All of you are generals who fought bloodily for the Great Expedition, and I am the only one who is responsible for the construction and the spread of civilization...... Goddess? 】

"Specifically, there's Killiman."

St. Giles pointed to the other side: the statue of the Archon of Maculag was a little different from the other brothers, and while the other genetic prototypes were fighting with their swords, Killiman stood straight in place. Ping Xiang waved the sword in his hand, as if to point out the direction of an attack for a large army, rather than fighting the enemy himself.

"Originally, the craftsmen of the palace wanted to portray Killiman as a builder of civilization, but you know, for some reasons that are not easy to disclose, many people think that this image will cause unnecessary misunderstanding and panic, so they synthesized and portrayed Killiman as the commander of the army and the conqueror of the territory."

The Lord of Avalon followed her brother's guidance and looked over, leaving a sigh.

[Really, even these marble statues have to take into account the so-called political and propaganda needs: can those mortals who are misunderstood and panicked still be able to come to the interior of the palace in person and see these statues of genetic prototypes? 】

"It's true that they can't do it, but in their mortal hearts, anything about emperors or genetic protogens can be profound, can be the soil of conspiracy theories: mortals are like that, they are too weak, so they think too much."

The archangel looked at his blood relatives with a smile on his face, and this time, his smile was a little more sincere.

"And for the most part, this delusion is harmless, so we don't need to care, do we: just let them sprout there, and we don't need to hold grudges over these little things, and we don't need to put unnecessary pressure on our hearts because of those annoying discussions."

"Horus just doesn't understand that, so he's always a little less confident."

Morgan snorted.

[Johnson doesn't understand this either, but on the contrary, in many cases, he acts too confident.] 】

“……”

【……】

"Looks like we have the same type of trouble, don't we?"

[I think my troubles are still above you, brother, after all, you only have one Horus, and I have one Conrad. 】

"Not necessarily: I think Conrad was taught by you very well, but Johnson still has a little problem, and our Caliban brother is generally very reliable, unlike Horus."

The angel shook his head and sighed.

"Don't you know, many times, Horus is a little whimsical, and wants to rely on so-called political negotiation and gentle means to solve those obvious disobedience of the world: his whimsical often costs a lot of energy of the expeditionary fleet, as well as tons of expeditionary materials."

Morgan chuckled.

[That's quite economical, believe me, St. Giles, you won't want to know, and you'll never guess what Johnson's occasional whims will consume. 】

"It wouldn't be more exaggerated than Horus's, I think he's stupid sometimes."

[No, I think, Johnson is more stupid. 】

"No, no, no, you are humble, my dear sister, or Horus is dumber."

[No, you don't understand, Johnson is even more stupid. 】

"Horus is dumber."

Johnson is even dumber. 】

"Horus is dumber......"

[Johnson is more stupid......]

……

——————

"What do you think they're talking about?"

The wolf wrangler smiled and patted the Caliban beside him on the shoulder.

"I don't know, but I'm happy to see them, which should be a good thing."

Johnson frowned, thought very seriously for a while, and then gave an answer, which only made the smile on Horus's face brighter.

"Indeed, I think it will be a good thing: look, brother, Morgan seems to be saying that she may be boasting to St. Giles about your wisdom and achievements, perhaps."

“……”

The Lord of Caliban puffed up his chest unconsciously, but he shook his head rather humbly.

"You're going too far, brother, for my current merits are far inferior to yours in the narrators' sings, and perhaps it is the Holy Leves who is telling Morgan about you, your wisdom and greatness, a shining star that no one can deny."

Horus didn't speak, just smiled and touched his smooth forehead.

"It sounds, that's what St. Giles does, and he always likes it, and sometimes when the two of us are together, he likes to tell people about me: to be honest, I was a little embarrassed to listen to it."

"If it's genuine, why be ashamed, brother?"

Johnson grinned slyly at his blood brother: a rarity in his decades of life.

"Even on the Indomitable Truth, almost every month there is news about the Shadowmoon Wolf or yours that almost overwhelms my desk: seriously, maybe all the other legions' victories add up to yours."

"You're exaggerating, brother."

Horus shook his head, he certainly didn't dare to take this boast.

"But that's what it is, isn't it?"

Johnson glanced at his blood relatives.

"When those mortals discuss the legions in the Great Expedition, the vast majority of the propaganda documents and battle reports in their hands will be Shadow Moon Blue Wolf, and the remaining small part will be divided among other legions, and some legions will not even get a single point of it."

“……”

The wolf shepherd was silent.

This is indeed a compliment, and no one can deny that it is an extremely rare compliment from Johnson, but it seems that there is much more to be paid for rejecting it.

For a moment, the emperor's favorite heir was a little hesitant: even the eight-faced Horus couldn't figure out whether this was another [stable performance] by Johnson, or was this Caliban really mocking him?

In the end, the wolf herding god still chose the safest method, only to see that he piled up the smile that no one could pick out wrong, and responded to his blood relatives with a gentle tone.

"No, my best hunter brother, I dare not accept these honors in your mouth: each of our brothers has made immortal contributions to the Great Expedition, and I am only slightly luckier than them to receive a few more compliments, but from a broader point of view, we are equal."

As he spoke, Horus spread his hands.

"Just like here, in the land of Sacred Terra, whether it's you, or me, or each of our brothers, there is only this statue, and this statue will stand in the Heroes Square, standing side by side with other blood brothers, there will be no more privileges, no more differences."

“……”

Johnson's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth smiled, as if he had been waiting for this sentence from Horus's mouth.

"You're saying that in the land of Holy Terra, even you have only one statue?"

"Yes."

The wolf god nodded.

"Although there may be many statues of me or the Shadow Moon Wolf in the other hive capital areas of Divine Terra, the only statue officially recognized by the Empire as a tribute to the Sixteenth Legion is the one in the Friends Square, Terra is sacred, and not all the credits can be remembered in this land, especially in these lands near the Terra Palace, where every inch of land is valuable."

Saying that, the wolf god did not forget to sigh.

"Seriously, Johnson, do you remember the Path of Honor before Terra's Palace, the Gate of Eternity, one of my greatest dreams at the moment. It is to engrave the name of any Shadow Moon Wolf on it, and I encourage my children to encourage their courage and fearlessness in war, and I believe that one day, there will be a statue of the Shadow Moon Wolf that can stand there, maybe he will not stand in a very conspicuous place, but that will mean the emperor's recognition of us. ”

"I'm very satisfied with that."

“……”

"Yes, my brother Horus, I agree with you: who would not be satisfied with such treatment and honor?"

Johnson's mouth spat out a long stream of hot air, as if in response to his brother with emotion, his face tilted to the other side, as if observing the statues, so that Horus could not see the details of his countenance.

But vaguely, the wolf herder noticed that Johnson's shoulders seemed to tremble, and his cheeks seemed to be slightly distorted by a slightly exaggerated smile.

“?”

It's not like Johnson.

The Caliban's fingers behind his back trembled, and no one knew why.

"What's wrong with you?"

Horus frowned.

"Ahh I? It's nothing. ”

Johnson took a quick deep breath and adjusted his breath before turning his head, facing Horus, and placing one of his hands on Horus's shoulder.

"I just thought that not even a legion like the Shadow Moon Wolves could have a statue of their own on the Gate of Eternity, and I just sighed for you, brother."

"Thank you."

The wolf god smiled and nodded.

"Seriously, Johnson, it's hard for me to imagine what a man can do to stand at the gates of eternity, let alone a legion: if there really is a legion that can do it, then I will even feel a little jealous, brother, because they must have received the approval of the emperor, which no one can surpass."

“……”

Johnson turned his head again and closed his mouth tightly, only sporadic and almost uncontrollable, brief jets could be heard from his nose.

Then, the lion king evoked a huge smile that was unusually large, and he patted Horus on the shoulder, leaving the wolf herder a little confused.

"Don't worry, Horus, I'm sure your Shadow Moon Wolf will one day be able to stand at the Gates of Eternity,"

"Lend your auspicious words, Johnson, and hope that your dark angel will do the same."

“…… Oh, yes. ”

The third time, the Calibans turned their heads, and they walked past Johnson's own statue, and the lion king seemed to be pleased with the statue, and he laughed loudly, loud enough to radiate half of the square.

"You see, Horus, the craftsmanship of the palace craftsmen is indeed good, I have never seen a statue that carves my appearance so likely, although I don't like to look without a helmet, which means slackness on the battlefield, and death that can come at any time."

"Then I'm the opposite of you."

The wolf shepherd stood at his brother's side.

"I think the more fierce the battlefield, the more we should let the soldiers under our command see our faces, let them know that we are fighting side by side with them, standing together, and our father has given us the strength to be able to defy any bullets and guns on the most dangerous battlefield, then we must make the best use of this."

The Lion King shook his head.

"If the soldiers really believe in our command and their mission, then the courage and fearlessness in their hearts do not need to be inspired by our faces and words, and I have always believed that the morale of Horus is not motivated, but from the loyalty and mission of the soldiers."

The Caliban righteously retorted to his wolf brother, but the wolf shepherd only raised an eyebrow and did not discuss the matter with Johnson.

"Each has its own sense, brother, and I think that may be the reason why the areas of warfare we excel at are not quite the same: I have heard that you like to divide your legions into deadly blades, cutting off the enemy's ties with each other. And then it's like a male lion kills an antelope and bites through their throats. ”

"And you, Horus: will you bleed them to death like a wolf?"

"No, I'll just cut off their heads, and after that, the development of the war will be just a casual paintbrush in my hands, and I don't like to limit my legion to one way."

The wolf shepherd spread his hand, and when he mentioned the Shadow Moon Wolf, he was proud.

"You know, Johnson, I'm determined to make the Shadowmoon Wolf a model for all legions, the first of the Astarte Legion to be born for war and master all the tactical essentials."

“……”

Hearing this bold statement, Johnson narrowed his eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes, and he glanced at his brother silently and playfully, but did not speak.

The wolf god, on the other hand, apparently did not notice this, because all his attention was focused on something not far away: that was what he really cared about.

The original sculptures in this Heroes Square are not ordered according to the number of the legions or the sequence of returns, but are randomly shuffled to show the absolute equality between the original bodies.

However, this chaotic equality is not completely equal, but mixed with some ingenuity and profound meaning of the palace craftsmen: because these sculptures were not completed when the original bodies just returned, but it takes a certain amount of time to collect information and rumors about each original body, and therefore, the craftsmen have plenty of room to make a fuss about the details and positioning of these sculptures.

For example, the statues of Fogham and Ferus are next to each other, with the phoenix of Chemos holding a blade capable of burning flames, and Gorgon holding a savage sledgehammer, which is an obvious tribute to the anecdote of the two progenitors at the Naroda foundry in the Ural Mountains: it is there that the two protogens, who are considered to be the closest of the protogens, met and engaged in a contest about forging weapons, and thus became best friends, and the weapon in their hands, It is the product created by the opponent in the competition.

Yes, the magnificent and exquisite phoenix finally forged a savage hammer in this game, but it was Ferus who forged a flaming sword with both aesthetics and sharpness, and of course, both weapons ended up in the hands of their masters worthy of them.

On the other side, the statue of the wolf shepherd god and the archangel is also standing together, the statue of Horus adopts the most classic costume of the wolf herding god, wearing the Seiko Terminator armor specially made for the original body, and the wings behind St. Giles are half-spread, the two statues of this person are extremely huge, looking from a distance, it seems as if Horus and his closest brother are standing together, which has to make people feel the minds of the craftsmen.

As for Johnson, the statue had fallen early because he had returned so early, but after Morgan's return, the craftsmen's minds were alive: they cleverly took advantage of the vacancy in the position opposite the Caliban, and placed Morgan's statue there, so that the lion king and his most trusted blood relatives could echo each other: if the sun could lift the heavy clouds on Terra, the shadows of the two genetic prototypes could even blend together.

But even with so much ingenuity and dedication, the Heroes Square still can't be called perfect at this moment, for two reasons: first, in the edge of the square, there are three empty pedestals, symbolizing the genetic prototypes of the Twelfth, Nineteenth, and Twentieth Legions, which also makes Conrad, who has just sat down, seem lonely.

The second irreparable imperfection is that next to the statue of the Caliban, there is a statue hidden by a veil: rather, from the outline of the veil, there is no statue at all, but a tower of solid stone.

That meant a disgrace, a mistake that should never have been brought up, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Qunying Square had already been made twenty bases in the beginning, I'm afraid it would have been moved out of here long ago.

So, when the wolf shepherd and his blood relatives walked to the foot of Johnson's statue, they naturally took a few more steps forward to the obliterated statue.

So, when Horus stood still in front of the statue and sighed, he naturally attracted Johnson's attention: but unlike before, when Johnson's steps stepped into the shadow cast by the obliterated statue, his face quickly became serious, and the smile disappeared.

"What's wrong, Horus?"

"It's nothing, brother, I'm just lamenting some impermanence."

The wolf god smiled bitterly.

"You see, just as there is an indelible scar in this great square of heroes, there is also an eternal stain and the pain that comes with it in our hearts and in our glory."

“……”

The Lion King's eyes narrowed, and he looked at his brother carefully.

"I never knew you were the one to be hurt by these stains, Wolf Shepherd."

"Not really, but I'll feel sorry for something else."

Horus reached out and put his arm around his brother's shoulder.

"What are the things?"

Johnson's curiosity was piqued, which was exactly what the wolf shepherd meant, and Horus made his voice sound impeccable, a sincerity that no one could refute.

"As you just said, my merits have been exaggerated, which is very unfair to other brothers, especially some brothers."

“……”

Johnson's eyebrows furrowed.

"You know, Johnson, you and I are well aware that some of our brothers, whose exploits are destined to be buried in the shadows, no matter how great his deeds may have been for the Emperor, no one will be able to remember his name, no one will be able to remember what his legions have done."

"They are destined to be unknown, and this may not be the path they have chosen, but it is the treatment that the Empire has given them, and we all know what great things they have done. We all know how much blood and sweat they put into the Great Expedition, but we can't say it, we can only remember it in our hearts. ”

As he spoke, Horus looked at his brother, and to his surprise, these words seemed to move Johnson extraordinarily, and the Calibans even looked at the wolf shepherd god in shock, even his breathing was a little heavy, and his words were a little intermittent.

"What are you talking about...... Unrecognized merit...... I don't think I know, Horus. ”

"If there's anything unclear, you and I know it, Johnson, there's no need to hide."

The wolf god laughed, and one of his hands reached for the veil.

"We all know that some history, some glory, some of the greatest sacrifices and the greatest allegiances in the universe have been buried under forced circumstances, and I may not know the details, but that does not prevent me from paying my highest respects to those who cannot be named."

"I cannot name him by decree of the Empire, the greatness of his legion is erased by the oblivion of history, and at the behest of the Reich no one can even remember the glory of him and his legion: but I will remember."

"I'll definitely remember it."

"I won't forget all this."

"I think you are too: right?"

“……”

Caliban's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, looking at the rather sincere wolf shepherd in front of him with some consternation: even with the keen detection ability of a Johnson hunter, he could only be sure that Horus was extremely sincere now, and every word he said came from the heart.

What did Horus say?

Loyalists in the shadows.

A legion that can't tell the story of greatness.

No one will remember the glory.

“……”

Johnson couldn't help but marvel.

He never imagined that Horus would care so much about the Dark Angels, the honors that had been erased, and the loyalty that Johnson could only walk in the darkness, and so sincerely praise Johnson for all this.

“……”

“……”

Johnson's hands trembled.

He took a step forward, almost clinging to Horus, and grasped the hands of the wolf god, and in the astonishment of the emperor's favorite heir, Johnson first took a quick deep breath, and confided in Horus in an extremely rare expression of true feelings.

"Horus, my brother."

“…… I'm here? ”

"Although I knew from the beginning that I had a very good relationship in the genetic protoplasm, I never imagined that you would be one of the people who are so close to me: you will resonate with me so much."

"I suppose I can call you my friend from now on, don't I?"

“……”

“……”

So, the expression of [shock] came to the face of the wolf herding god.

Horus had no idea that Johnson would resonate with him so strongly on this issue, and mourn together for their erased brother: presumably, Johnson was also disgruntled when he did all this.

Thinking like this, Horus also felt his nose a little sour, and the hot brotherhood swelled in his heart, and he held Johnson's hand tightly and shook it twice.

"Of course."

"From today onwards, of course we can be best friends."

"I've always thought so."

Johnson grinned, smiling happily and confidently.

(End of chapter)