Once again, Gavier Lorcan was aware of this.

At first, he tried to ignore it, but the circumstances around him prevented him from doing so. They are almost like the red warning that appears on the top right of the eyepiece when the power armor is penetrated. Even if you close your eyes, the sound of the alarm will reach your ears.

As he walked across the deck, the dark corners often filled his perception with a strange chill, and if he wasn't looking, he could even faintly hear whispers.

The mortal crew on the ship became smaller and smaller day by day, disappearing without a trace, even those he knew. He asked, but received no useful answer. No one knows where they went.

The minions' forms began to grow strange and distorted, and Lorcan was convinced that they were not the work of a Techno or a mechanic. It was his brothers who were most disturbing to him.

It was a minor change that he could not describe, and he tried to tell himself that they had not changed except for the name of the Legion, but this reason could only be considered self-defeating. Just staring into their eyes, Lorcan couldn't help but feel weird.

He couldn't endure it any longer, so he was now on the road to Tariq Togarton's room - he didn't know who else he could go to, he could only hope that Togarton wouldn't change.

His hopes came true.

Tariq Togarton seems to never change.

"You're here by coincidence, Lorcan, I was going to look for you."

"How?" Lorcan asked.

He didn't get things out of his mind as soon as they met, and he needed a little time to find the right words and time to get to the point. However, Tariq Togarten is clearly much more direct than he is.

"What else?" Togarton smiled, and made a heavy thumb stroke on his neck. "I'm going to talk to you about what I'm going to eat tonight, of course—or else? What do you think I'm going to talk to you about? ”

Lorcan was almost amused by his joke, but alas, he didn't make it out of his way. He raised his hand and made a gesture, but his eyes drooped.

Finding the right words was never easy for someone like him, and he hesitated for more than a dozen seconds before he spoke slowly. Togarton waited patiently, without any sign of anxiety or impatience, or urging.

But, for some reason, Lorcan felt as if he knew what he was going to say.

So he really asked.

"You know what I'm trying to say, right?"

"It's not bad." Togarton said that the ever-smiling face was now filled with a veritable fog of calm. "Actually, I kind of hope that you don't come to me, so that I can escape for a while longer."

"Escape?"

"Yes, I'll tell myself: Hey, if even Gavel Lorcan didn't notice anything wrong, I guess my feelings must be wrong. But here you are, brother, so I guess we can't afford to turn a blind eye any longer. ”

Lorcan nodded, and said in a very slight voice, "That's murder at all, it's a slave duel"

"yes." Togarton said. "Fucking everybody's crazy, I left the training room this morning and heard them joking about the death of the Emperor's Son, I don't understand, Loken, I don't understand what the hell is going on."

Actually, you know the answer. Lorcan thought. You just don't dare to say it yet.

But I didn't dare.

He smiled wryly, and it was at this moment that he realized that he still had hope for Horus, just like Togarton. They all hoped that Horus Lupecal would find them, as he had done before, admit his mistake in person, and ask for their opinions

And in the other corner of their hearts, they all knew that this could not happen.

Well, actually, it happened, but only halfway. Five minutes after the conversation began, the door to Togarton's room was opened. Horus Lupecar, dressed in his usual clothes, stood there smiling, staring at them with eyes like black holes.

——

Togarton and Loken thought you were an idiot, a fool, and couldn't realize what the hell they were doing under your eyes, but you weren't. You look at them, they look at you, and there's a fear in their eyes.

You're almost laughing at it—why fear me, my sons? I am the father of your genes, and I will never do anything harmful to you

But you don't say it, you approach them, still with a smile.

You slam the door behind you and use your highest level of authority to manipulate the door to Tariq Togarton's room. It's ridiculous that they all took a step back at this moment.

A wave of anger rises in your heart, you can't stand such an insult, but you have to endure it. They are your sons, and their stupidity can be tolerated.

What's more, it's not yet time. If they're really willing to die as stupid people, it's never too late for you to swing your sword again.

"I'm so sorry to come to you at this time, but I had to come, my sons. I have a task for you. You smile and say, "That's weird, you're not sorry at all, you did it on purpose. You're spying on them.

Wait, how are you spying on them?

A voice in the darkness whispers an answer, and you forget the answer, forget the question, and plunge into the inquiry again. You see them standing side by side, their faces full of wariness.

Your smile grows brighter, and you approach them again, raise your hands, and place them on their shoulders sincerely.

"I want you to understand that there's a reason for what I've been doing these days. My brother. He was deceived, and he attacked me by my throne. You say mildly.

Is this a lie? Probably not, Fogham did attack you.

At the mention of the name, you feel a pang of sadness. You don't understand why the Chemus would do such a thing to you, he is so loyal, so perfect, he should be standing with you in the face of the biggest liar in the galaxy.

Lorcan and Tocardon look at you suspiciously, I don't know if it's a coincidence, as two members of the Council of the Four Kings, they weren't there at the time, which also provides you with ample conditions to confuse them.

You keep smiling, pouring in the sadness you just felt.

You say, "I had to resist, he tried to kill me, and every swing of his sword carried a real killing intent. I don't understand what the hell is wrong with him. ”

"Primordial, is that really the case?" You hear Gavel Loken's question, and you see fear in his eyes

You nod regretfully, indicating that your words are true, and at the same time expressing regret at Lorcan's reaction.

"But why do you want the emperors to fight each other?" Tariq Togarton asked another question.

You look at him and see no fear in his eyes. You blink, and some images pop into your mind. It's a dead Astarte, and it takes you a moment to make out who it is, so you laugh - Togardon, you're dead?

You pat him on the shoulder, look him in the eye and tell him, "Because this is the only way to save my brother." ”

Poor explanation. You want to. But it is indeed salvation, and this is the only way to save Fugen from lies, the father's blood continues in the son, and in turn, the son's blood can also evoke the father's true self.

yes, the ego.

You smile secretly, you don't understand why you're doing it, but you do smile heartily. It takes a moment for you to remember why you're smiling in an almost still time.

You realize that you probably know two Fugen. No, no, actually, you know a lot of 'other people' and you can see them as they are. That's why you'll fight for them, and you can't tolerate them being deceived by lies.

If one has seen the truth, one can no longer live on a lie.

"In the form of killing each other, father?" Lorcan asked again.

You look at him again, and you realize that his chest is puffed out, and what lies beneath his expressionless face is a heart-filled fear. You don't blame him for that, you just look at him with a smile and nod.

You don't need to explain, you just need to keep them in a mess for the time being. The voyage was soon over, and Istfan was soon there. This war will purge all unbelievers from your legion.

Then, you think of Angelang, and you feel a pang of regret again - you wish he would be on your side sensibly, but you know it's unlikely. The Nukerians are just rough gladiators, and he probably won't understand why you're doing this.

Still, it doesn't matter, sooner or later he will understand.

"They're not killing each other, they're using their blood to arouse Fogham's conscience, my son." You solemnly tell Lorcan, you look him in the eye, and you know he's afraid.

You devour fear, you feed on it, no one has the authority of fear, and you will be its new master.

"But." Lorcan hesitated to speak again, but interrupted himself. Yes, he realized, he realized what kind of trick you were playing. A surge of murderous intent wells up in your heart.

And so on –

Wait a minute.

Horus Lupecar thought in fear, what was I just thinking?

You didn't think about anything.

You smile and look at Loken, "According to the plan, we will go to Istfan III to eliminate the rebels. The voyage will take seven days, and if nothing else, Vogrim should be healed within those seven days. Don't worry about that, my son, I'll take care of everything. ”

Including you.

"Yes, Primordial." Lorcan bowed his head as a sign of submission. How clever he was, he kept his head down so that you wouldn't see his expression. You smile and look at Tariq Togarton. He's not very smart, he looks at you, and there's no fear in his eyes.

"See you tomorrow, then." You tell them, turn around and leave.

You really regret it.

Also, today's Wan Chang.

(End of chapter)