"What else did he say?" Lorcan asked.

He was draped in a gray robe, his hands folded tightly and clasped together, and there were green tendons on the back of his hands.

Tariq Togarton sat beside him, shirtless, being treated by a medical servant. He had a difficult wound on his back that required constant debridement to remove the rotting flesh.

The process was painful, but for Astarte, the pain was anything but unbearable. After undergoing the transformation operation, they transformed into warriors who only exist for killing, and pain is the other side of the battle. They're used to it.

What they really can't refuse is probably only to become weak due to illness. This is intolerable to any warrior, who is a man of great strength, and if one accepts that he has become weak due to illness, he accepts that he has become weak

A warrior who loses his competitive spirit is no longer a warrior.

But, the pain, that's the price—that's the price you're going to have to fight against those things on Vengeful Spirits

They leap out of the fog with a pungent stench. Sepsis is their name, and gore is their desire. These unclean creatures can easily tear apart the clay steel and devour the flesh and blood in it. There is no doubt that they are monsters within monsters.

At this moment, Horus Eichmande, who was sitting across from them and was questioned by Lorcan, also continued with difficulty.

"He was ruined, he said, and his honor and merits, and we were all ruined."

"By whom? By what? Lorcan pressed again.

His temples were throbbing, fingers rubbing against each other, bones rattling from the build-up of strength.

Tariq Togarton sighed, turned to signal the servant to leave, and then raised his hand and patted Lorcan on the back, "You calm down first, Lorcan, and then we'll continue talking." ”

"I'm calm." The Shadow Moon Blue Wolf said expressionlessly. "What the hell is calm, brother?"

"You need restraint." Togarton straightened his face, forcing him to look at himself with a very serious expression.

"Listen to me, Loken, you must restrain yourself. It's hard, I know. But if we're not rational, we can't stay sane. We need reason to help us survive this catastrophe, and the murderer behind it will pay the price, although his true face is still unknown, but don't we already have a suspicion? ”

Lorcan nodded in heavy breath.

"Erebus?"

Little Horus pronounced the name, his flesh twisted, and his face turned from sadness to resentment in an instant: "Yes, it's him. . . His damn way, and the damned natives. ”

"And the damn Ezekel Abaddon." Lorcan said coldly. "Don't forget him, Eichmand. And yourself, didn't you also support him at that time? Now see what we've got? ”

"Don't talk about the past." Tariq Togarton entered their conversation forcefully, snuffing out a possible quarrel or conflict.

He frowned, looking worried, and the old always joyful, joke-telling Tariq was suddenly gone, leaving only a serious man.

"Let's look to the future, understand? Go on, Eichmandel. ”

Little Horus hesitated for a moment, his performance annoying Lorcan even more, but Togarton was patient and did not rush. After a few minutes, little Horus finally spoke, and appeared to be relieved.

"He said there was a monster or something like that, and it was going to steal his body when he died. That thing will wear his skin and do evil things in his name. He also praised you and said that you did a good job of staying away from him."

Lorcan lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. Togardon lost his composure, threw an abrupt sound out of his throat, and raised his head sharply.

"It's not good at all." Lorcan said sullenly. "We're negligent, only you, Eichmande."

A pale smile appeared on little Horus's face, and their little argument disappeared. In this moment, it was as if they had returned to the past. However, in the next second, they were pulled back to reality by Little Horus's words.

"And then there's Ezekell." He continued relentlessly. "He said that Azekyll would take the entire legion into the abyss to accompany him because of his stubbornness, and he didn't seem to blame him in his tone."

"Of course my father won't blame him." Togarton said softly. "But we will. No one can go unpunished for his mistakes, and his single-mindedness has cost his father so much that he must die. ”

Lorcan lowered his hand and looked up, feeling a little overwhelmed by his brother's cold words.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tariq Togarton smiled at him without a smile. "Weren't you just full of anger, Loken? Be enlightened, anger alone is not enough. ”

"Abaddon and the men who are still aboard the Spirit of Vengeance are no longer our brothers, and you and I know what has become of that ship. And if they choose to stay, then they are only our enemies."

You're right." Lorcan replied angrily.

He was a little annoyed, obviously, but not at Togarton, but at himself.

"So, what about you?" Togarton asked little Horus again. "You're the only one of us who rushed to his side, Eichmandel. He told you about Loken, about me, and about Abaddon. Don't tell me he's the only one who missed you. ”

"He let me live." Horus Eichmander said. "He said, I have to live, because I have to witness all this and tell all this."

"What a noble duty." Togarton said, smiling a little sadly.

He probably tried to make a joke, but it didn't work out. The noble duty that should have sounded a slight mockery was now more of a comfort that was not so obvious.

"But what does he want me to witness?" Little Horus asked, slightly dazed. "He also said that I was the last son of Horus, what did that mean? I don't understand, Tariq, I really don't understand. ”

"Everything." Lorcan whispered. "The death of the thing that stole his identity and name, the death of Abaddon and his betrayers, he wants you to witness these things and tell them to others. He wants you to restore his tarnished glory, Eichmandel. ”

"But I'm not the last." As if sensing something, little Horus tensed his face and looked at his brothers. "I'm not, am I? I still have you. ”

Lorcan and Togarton shook their heads slowly.

"We're just Shadowmoon wolves now, brother." Togarton said.

"What?"

"We have all made two very important vows. We have sworn allegiance to the Emperor, to defend the truth of the Empire, and to stand firm against the enemies of the Empire no matter who the adversary is, and we have fulfilled this oath both inside and outside, but you have not, you have thought of abandoning it, don't deny it, I know you have. ”

Little Horus nodded silently.

"But we also made another vow. Only you can do it, neither me, nor Loken, nor that stupid Abaddon. ”

After Tariq Togarton said this, he was silent for a few seconds, and then he burst out laughing: "In the Water Garden!" Do you remember that night, Eichmande? You cried like a child, and followed me and Abaddon to take the oath. Do you remember it? ”

"I remember." Horus Eichmander said with a shudder.

"I will always be loyal to Horus, I will protect him, give him advice in his time of need, and kill all who try to harm him. I am his Son, born again in his blood, and will always stand at his side. ”

"So we are traitors, traitors to the sons of Horus, but you are not." Togarton retracted his smile and said. "So you're going to end up alone. You can't die, and you won't die, Eichmandel. You have to live and go and tell everybody our story. ”

"It's too hard, brother," little Horus looked at him implicitly pleading, and Togarton shook his head and rejected him.

So he looked at Lorcan again, and the latter's reaction was even more violent. He left the bench and rushed to little Horus and lifted him out of his seat.

"Don't put that on my face!" Lorcan glared at him and yelled. "Don't care if it's hard or not, just do it!"

"But—"

But what? Shut up! The biggest flaw of you idiot is that you think too much, Terra, just one time, throw those damn thoughts out of your head! Lorcan muttered at him, already waving his fist.

"If he lets you live, then you live. He tells you everything, then you tell everything! Live, understand, Eichmander? I want to see you publish books, just like Bellos, the narrator of the Eighth Legion, who has been publishing books! ”

Lorcan slowed his tone suddenly, let go of his hand, and gave little Horus a heavy hug. So sudden, so unexpected. He rested his head on his brother's shoulder, and little Horus heard his voice tremble faintly.

"Yes, it's hard. But you are the bravest of us, brother. You are brave enough to even go back and face him. Neither I, nor Tariq, nor the fool Abaddon could do this. Only you did it, so I please, beg you. Stay alive. ”

The son of Horus closed his eyes.

"Okay." He said. "I swear, I will witness everything. I will witness the death of the one who stole the skin of our father, I will witness the destruction of the vengeful spirits and the traitors on them, and I will witness the glory of the Shadow Moon Wolves. I'll write it all down and tell it to everyone. ”

Updated.

(End of chapter)