"He didn't say exactly what the mission was." Ten minutes after Horus left, Gavel Lorcan spoke, and the voice echoed through the room.

Togarton noticed that he was trembling, and he could hardly believe it, but it did happen—Gavel Loken, a member of the Council of the Four Kings, the commander of the Legion's Tenth Company, was trembling.

To make matters worse, Togarton knew why, and he even understood.

But he refused to fear.

"He doesn't need to say." Togarton told his brother. "He's just here to test us, and he's got the answers he needs."

"Temptation." Lorcan turned his head. "I can't believe you're using this word between him and us, and I don't have any problem with it. What exactly does he want to do? ”

"If you think I'll have the answer, you're thinking too highly of me."

"As always, I think you'll have the answer, Togarton."

"Not this time." Tariq Togarton said. "Not only did I not have an answer, I couldn't even understand it at all. His actions are contrary to his words, Loken. I suspect he doesn't even know what he's doing, and we have to get to the bottom of it. ”

"How do you check?"

"Erebus." Togarton silently spat out a name. Gavel Loken's face contorted for a moment at this moment, a kind of anger that had risen from suspicion, and had not yet turned into hatred.

"On Daven, it was he who told us that the natives were able to heal Horus. In fact, if you think about it, you will see that there is a shadow of him in every step from the beginning to the end, and he is always there, Lorcan. ”

Togarton concluded, his fists clenched, and he didn't make a half-word joke.

His nature is humorous, and anything that comes out of his mouth has a chance to turn into a joke, but this moment is different, Tariq Togardon is the opposite of what he usually does.

He continued: "He's like a damn shadow, following us closely. His actions and his words are purposeful, and I don't know exactly what he's going to do, but if I had to choose someone who might know the truth, I'd choose Erebas. ”

"How are we going to find him?" Lorcan pondered for a moment, agreeing with Togarton's reasoning, but also raised a new question. The Tenth Company Commander's expression was rather grim, as he had already begun to think about how to proceed with this matter.

A serious opposition theory was slowly thrown out by him.

"Whether you and I want to or not, we're on our way to Istefan III to counterinsurgency. This is entirely plausible and legitimate, Vadus Prar spearheaded the rebellion as the Governor of the system, and it is impossible for us to leave the Legion at this point in time. ”

Lorcan paused for a moment and gave a bitter summary: "If there is no valid reason, let alone the transfer of ships, we may not even be able to start a shuttle." ”

"He'll meet the other primitives." Togarton only smiled at Loken's words. "This counterinsurgency is far more than just our legion, Angrand will come, and Colus Colax will come. They will not remain indifferent to such things. ”

"You mean"

"Yes." Togarton nodded. "The problems within the Legion are too big to ignore, Loken. If the battle with Fogham can be explained as a simple misunderstanding, then what he did to the Emperor's sons is a crime that cannot be cleared in any way. ”

"The Emperor will be held accountable when he finds out, and think about it, one of the Primordials almost killed another, and threw his legions into the gladiatorial arena to kill each other for fun, claiming that it was to heal him. What do you think the emperor would do? ”

Garvier Loken took a deep breath and didn't answer.

"So we have to find an opportunity to notify the other Primordials." Tariq Togarton said. In other words, we have to betray and become informers. Think about it, Lorcan. I'm not going to ask you to come with me, because it's true-"

"-What are you talking about?" Lorcan interrupted him. "Of course I'm on board."

“.”

Wordlessly, Togarton reached out and patted Locan on the shoulder, and whispered, "But, before we do that, we have one more thing to do. ”

"What?"

"We can't let our cousins kill each other like this anymore." Togarton said sadly but firmly. "I go to reach out to other people who might be as sober or crazy as we are, and you go to reach out to them. Seven days, brother, seven days. Make sure you do everything before then. ”

"I see." Lorcan said, slowly exhaling the cold air and walking to the door. In the last seconds before leaving, he turned his head and nodded to Tariq Togarton.

"Be careful." Lorcan said.

"So are you." Togarton replied.

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Acudona lowered his head and moved a knife intently. It was provided by the dreadnought elder Gurella, originally part of the golden Aquila on his right shoulder, but now a knife with a very sharp cut.

Acudona must admit that he's glad that not all the parts on the Dreadnought are that hard.

The blade gently sliced into his skin and muscles, leaving a new name on his left wrist. The blood oozed out and quickly coagulated. He examined the wound for a moment, realizing that it was too shallow to leave a scar.

So, he had to go deeper and repeat the process again. After the fifth repetition, the blade's damage to the skin and muscles finally reached a satisfactory level.

He put down the knife and handed it to Vespasian, who was waiting. The latter reached out and took it, and there were already nearly forty names on his bare chest. Unlike Acudona, he chose to have his name written on his chest.

Saul Tavitz is also chested, and Abdmun is right-handed. They've been doing this for days, and the only one in this cell who isn't involved is Gurella.

The elder was not involved in the battle, and the sons of Horus awakened him, but somehow locked him in on his ability to move and fire. It is said that Horus wanted Daring Do to save the rare battle against Daring Do for a later date.

Acdonna couldn't have imagined how torturous this long-lasting, immobile situation would have been for Gurella, but Gurella never showed the slightest hint of pain. He even commented on the aesthetics of their respective fonts, which was quite funny.

They passed the knife to each other, and one carved the name of the other and gave it to the next. It turns like some kind of never-ending spiral. It had been soaked in blood, and the tip of the fracture had even turned a dark red.

However, as long as Vogrim does not heal for a day, the color will continue to deepen. They did this in silence but in tacit agreement, and then there was a sound of footsteps outside the cell.

"I guess it's a son of Horus." Abdmon said. "But haven't we already fought today?"

"Maybe their bloodthirsty master wants to add a meal, and he wants to eat dinner on our blood." Saul Tavitz laughed cruelly and told a joke that wasn't very funny. There was no respect for Horus Lupecar and his sons.

"It won't be Fabius Bayer anyway." Acudona spoke softly. "He's disabled."

"Why didn't you kill him?" Vespa asked first.

"Because we also need him to treat Vogrim." Acudona said - he gave a one-sided truth.

He did not tell the others what he had heard from Fabius, not a word. Bayer's words sound a little credible, but on closer inspection, Acudona still found a loophole.

If the Emperor really needed them to disappear, he didn't need to go to great lengths to arrange such a backhand.

While it would be a bit disrespectful to say so, judging by the two vanished legions, if the Emperor decided to do such a thing, he would have sent either Riemann Ruth or Leon El Johnson straight away.

The lord commander looked at him for a moment, shook his head, and did not object to Acudona's words. This relieved the chief swordsman slightly, and immediately after, the door was opened. An Astarte in the black and white uniform of the Shadow Moon Wolf walked in and closed the door.

In the dim light, Acudona could see his face clearly.

"Garvel Lorcan"

The man nodded, "It's me, Acudona." ”

"How?" Acudona asked with a smile. "Honest Lorcan, what do you want to do here?"

Gavel Lorcan was silent for a few seconds, unfurnished by Acdona's mocking tone and title. In fact, there was a strange gloom on his face. In the dim light, he looked more like a prisoner.

Just wanted to check on your status." After a moment of silence, he said.

"You've made sure, we're all still alive, Company Commander Lorcan." Vespasian said. "But we're just alive, and no one can say if we'll die tomorrow. What do you think? Did you also bet on us like your brother? ”

"What?" Lorcan looked at him in amazement, and Acudona noticed that he clenched his fists abruptly. "What are they doing?"

"Don't you know?" Saul Tavitz asked rhetorically, staring into his eyes. "You're betting with us, betting. My dear cousin, I thought we were brothers, but you don't seem to think so. ”

Gavel Loken lowered his head, and everyone heard his heavy breathing at this moment.

The emperor's sons stared at him silently, not saying a word. It was the ancient sage Rayla who broke the deadlock, and his voice came from the megaphone, with a calm that completely defied the pain: "You might as well let this company commander make his speech first, he seems to have pain in his heart." ”

"The elder has spoken." Cudona said. "So, tell me, Lorcan, what are you here for?"

Garville Loken took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

There is also a 4k one.

(End of chapter)