Alcas Farr watched as their primordial body stepped onto the platform.

The podium made of obsidian and steel was heavy and wide, with undulating arcs like mountains. Corus Corax stood behind it, but unobscured.

The Primordial's eyes were pitch black than the obsidian itself, and the slightly dim light shone on him, making everything hazy, as if in a dream.

As a matter of fact. Alcas did wish he was dreaming.

He bowed his head bitterly, waiting for the Primordial to speak.

He stood between his brothers, and they were all here. The alien underground, the meeting place of another legion. It's wide, cold, and so quiet that you can't even hear the machines running.

The Midnight Blade's blade emblem even glittered on the cold steel ground, but the people standing here weren't the Nightblades. It's someone else, someone else who's like them, but who's very different.

Sixty-five thousand three hundred and twenty-three people stood throughout the hall, and the Raven guards stood side by side, some in military uniforms, some in ceremonial dresses, and others in power armor.

The sound of their breathing was so quiet, as if they were another creature far beyond humans. Colus Corax looked down on it all, and a pang flashed through his heart that only he knew.

No one dared to speak. He thought. Why not? I'm not that Horus Lupecar.

"The celebration is over."

He spoke slowly, his tone as straight as ever, without any ups and downs, so that people could not understand what he was really thinking, and could not grasp the main point of his words, so he could only continue to listen.

"Very well, I shouldn't have summoned you after this, but I had to, something needed to be settled."

The original stopped its voice and looked around, looking at some of the ravens who had finally raised their heads for a moment. And so he continued.

On the day I returned to the Legion, I said something to you. When I talk about it, they look at me like a dull child, but I still have to say it again. ”

"I don't like to live as a conqueror, an oppressor, or even a ruler. What could be more hateful than my loathing of conquerors, of parting father and mother from child for vain ambition, of separating husband from wife? ”

"I hate the oppressor equally, and I myself grew up watching the whipping of the oppressor. I also don't have the talent of a ruler, I'm a child raised by workers. I ate and lived with them, I accepted their culture, their upbringing. ”

"Therefore, I will never be the kind of person you are expected to be."

"I'm not good at running the Legion, and a year later, I'm still learning how it works. I am a liberator, a born rebel. In the current environment of the Empire, my ideals, my character, and even my origins are undesirable. ”

"But I was willing to take on this responsibility, and my father showed me his ideals and he made me understand that if I want to get to a bright future, I have to go through struggle. And I have this ability, and I will lead more people to fight for it until the light shines on the galaxy."

Corax stopped, he wanted to say more, Carlil in the shadows could tell. But the original didn't do that, and he looked at the silent ravens and shook his head slowly, his voice soft.

"But you're not the people I expected you to be." He said. "You can't be."

Someone in the audience finally shouted and refuted their original form. Some people looked at him in shock, their eyes extremely unfamiliar, as if they could not recognize who the person who spoke was.

"You're wrong!" The man shouted. "We have inherited your blood, and this is a connection that transcends everything! We'll be what you want it to be! ”

"How?"

Corus Corax looked in that direction, and without a second thought, pronounced the name of the person who spoke. The voice was still soft, but the hands on the podium were clenched.

"What's changed, Stroden Binat? You are almost a collection of things that I hate, and you have no intention of repenting. ”

Studden Binat froze, and after a few minutes, he waved his arms in despair.

"You hate us?! But—in what way? ”

"All." Coreus Korax ignored his pain with extraordinary determination and spoke coldly.

"Most of you are the sons of slave owners, who despise the common people, despise the legionary servants, and call the Imperial army that fights alongside you incompetent. More than once I have heard you contemptuously put contemptuously in front of their names such words as weakness or stupidity."

"But, the original"

On the other side of the crowd, Shadow Captain Nerat Keeling spoke, his voice muffled as he had not fully recovered from his injuries, making it impossible to tell if his tremors were due to injuries or something else.

"It's true of mortals, most of them can't understand us, and the few who can communicate with us think of us as monsters. The Imperial army is not at all worthy of your opinion of them, they are not fighting alongside us, but following us to pick up merit. ”

"Really? But the war reports show that most of them are ahead of you. Or rather, death before you. Corax replied in a low voice.

Now, his voice almost sounded like he was laughing at something.

"Picking up merit? You still call them mortals? Well, Nerat. Let me ask you a few questions. What are you if there were no mortals? Where does this inexplicable Astarte supremacism come from? Don't look down, Nerat, look at me. ”

The original stepped out of the obsidian podium and leaped down, stepping into the crowd and grabbing Captain Shadow.

His hands weren't strained, but they were still able to grip the captain's shoulders like pincers. He lowered his head, bent down, and almost pressed his forehead against the Captain's forehead, so that Nerat Keeling's eyes could not dodge any longer.

And so, he looked into his son's eyes and asked slowly.

"Mortals drive your warships and transports, mortals make all kinds of weapons that you need to kill your enemies, mortals cultivate crops and raise animals so that you have something to eat, mortals feed your future brothers."

"Mortals, mortals, you are mortals one by one, as if you had completely transcended them. Keep your eyes peeled, Nerat. What is the point of Astarte's existence if there are no mortals? What do you think the emperor created you for? ”

The primordial's voice finally became agitated, but still not beyond a certain range. His words still sounded like debate rather than roar. But who would dare to say that he was not angry? However, after a few seconds, Corax let go of his hand.

"It's me who came back too late." He said softly.

"If it had been earlier, maybe there would have been room for salvage. But not anymore, now, you're not the ones I want to fight with. I'm afraid you don't look down on me, Horus Lupecar's mark is so deep on you. I can barely tell if you're a Raven Guard or a Shadow Moon Wolf with a special tactic. ”

Alkas Farr's lips twitched a few times, he wanted to justify, he wanted to speak, but it was already too late. In the next moment, Corus Corax disappeared into darkness, completely vanishing before their eyes, only the voice remained.

It's a trial." Koraks said with a hint of sadness. "It's also a trial, and I don't need those on high in my ranks."

The words fell, and darkness struck.

——

Carlil looked up at the sky. He saw a bloody and blazing red, and the bombers and transporters dragged the white flames to the sky, refusing to move, which was very strange.

He lowered his head again, and saw the cracked ground and the vast expanse of human corpses. Everywhere, stuck between two massive metal walls, almost forming a third wall.

The smell of blood, which was more terrible than the real thing, came from the pile of corpses, and the dead began to slowly stand up. They picked up their weapons, sorted out their uniforms, and put their tattered armor neatly on their bodies.

Their faces were pale, some even faceless, pitch black with scarlet flames swirling around them. Carlil waited patiently, and soon, a woman with a blur of flesh and blood who had lost half of her body came up to him and saluted in parallel with the Aquila salute.

"Major Safiyo Cethi, commander of the Zorosiya Spiral Corps, reports to you. What are your instructions, sir? ”

"There are no instructions, and I am not your commander." Carlil replied softly. "Revenge is sufficient, Major. Good luck. ”

I see."

The Major saluted again without a word, then turned and departed with her team. The dead began to march in procession over the desolate and shattered land, their heads held high, as proud as they had been when they were alive.

Carlil watched them off until they were completely gone, then withdrawing his gaze. He turned around, and was not surprised to see Colus Corax.

"You spoke the truth." Carlil said. "I admire that courage."

The Lord of the Crows shook his head slowly, "It doesn't matter"

He was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the top of Carlil's head. There, a shattered crown was converging, scarlet light surging and dragging the hideous black shards. It seems to be about to close, and it seems that there is still a long way to go.

"What is this?" Koraks asked.

"The price of war." Carlil said nonchalantly. "Everything has a price, doesn't it?"

"Just as Alcas Farr chose to cooperate with Horus in order to keep the Nineteenth Legion going, the price was quite high. Their numbers were deliberately maintained by Horus, and they were treated more like a company or warband within a legion than another separate legion, and there was a great Astarte doctrine that was so obvious that it was compatible with the status of the descendants of slave owners. ”

"You're changing the subject." Corus Colax clenched his fists and shook his head. "The matter between my legion and Horus, I will settle it later. But what does this crown represent? ”

Karil Lohals did not answer this question.

Let me explain to you that I am not in Black Horus, but that is the way it isIn the canonical history of HH, Horus is a rather complex and quite charismatic person. He's two-faced, and he's far more than just the Ravenguards. For example, White Scar, pro-Horus pro-mutiny inside. In a sense, this is also part of his personality?

Well, actually, I'm asking for it. I didn't have to write so complicated, so real. It's good to write a few quick forward plots, but I just can't help it. Most of the primitives' personalities are complex, just like when I wrote Luo Jia, of course it's okay to simply portray him as a stupid villain, but if I write like this, I always feel that something is missing.

Ok, that's it, the update is complete, and tomorrow there will be more than 10,000 changes.

(End of chapter)