Ruth looked up slowly.

In his line of sight, he saw a condescending beast. It has all the things of a beast and a predator. Such as claws or fangs, strong and powerful limbs, instinctive reflexes

But it wasn't any beast of prey that Ruth remembered, it was a terrible monster created by an evil creator, its eyes sparkling in the darkness and its sideburns dancing in the bloody wind.

It stared at him with contempt, then pressed its right paw.

Ruth heard a scream, then the pain—and sadly, he realized seconds after the pain had arrived, that it was his own voice.

He vomited a large mouthful of blood, and in the strange fishy sweet taste, he briefly lost the ability to think. There was a chaotic light in front of him, and in the manic instinct that only swelled up after the injury, he staggered to his feet from the ground.

"It's been fourteen minutes, brother." The beast speaketh out of his mouth. "And I'm surprised you're not dead."

The Fenris looked at it in silence and did not speak. He also holds the Bacchus Spear. The spear was his life, his everything—and if he let go, he would die immediately.

Not yet able to die, Ruth wonderfully soberly told himself in some way: not yet, unless

He clenched his spear.

"Last minute." The beast said. "I'll leave you a whole corpse, brother."

Without mercy, it rushed towards Ruth as it spoke. The skin of the beast was gradually faded in the process, the light twisted and danced wildly, and the laws of reality that were once immovable were now distorted one by one, as if deliberately.

Ruce's sense of smell told him that the enemy was ahead. However, his instincts gave the exact opposite answer. His hearing also said that the enemy was on the right side, and he couldn't see where the enemy was.

So that's just the thing: the enemy is everywhere, the enemy is everywhere, and the enemy can attack from any angle without any responsibility.

It could have killed me in the first place. Ruth thought to himself, but the spear instinctively danced along the broken palm.

He didn't feel ashamed, he just felt a little pity, and if he had made more preparations and investigations, maybe the situation of this hunt would have been different

However, there is no way to go back to the past.

So he just danced his spear and was stabbed through the chest by his claws.

Horus picked him up and looked at his brother carefully. The latter was vomiting blood, and his body trembled spasmodically.

Fifteen minutes of battle destroyed Riemann Ruz into this?

Horus sighed regretfully, slowly lowered his hand, and gently pulled out his claws, placing Ruth on the ground. He was half-on his knees, waiting for his brother to breathe out the last breath of air.

Ruth's pupils had begun to dilate, and the once-proud barbarian king was now covered in bruises and blood. And yet, even though it had been, he still had the damned spear in his hand.

Judging by the activity of the fingers and forearm muscles, he still did not give up the idea of using it.

Horus gently reached out and held Ruth's hand.

"Lie down like this, brother." He spoke with a startling calmness. "There's no need to make these impossible attempts, your attack is simply stupid. You saved Chagatai, but I didn't even think about hurting him."

"At least we didn't want to, we are human beings, and since Terra was born, we should naturally die in Terra."

Ruth slowly rolled his eyes to look at him, still not saying a word. There is no will to survive in his eyes, only an extreme simplicity.

Horus could only think of one descriptor for this: loyal dog.

But he didn't say the word, and there was no need to use any more insults, Riemann Ruth was loyal to their father, and anyone knew about it. In a way, he liked the loyalty, but he also deplored it.

"Why, Ruth?" He frowned, finally showing a little pain. "He didn't deserve the price you paid at all, you could have been an unrestrained wolf, standing up for humanity and looking for prey in a blizzard, but, look at what you look like now."

"You're lying here, dying, you're going to die soon, and you can't even see the bright future I've forged for humanity."

Horus let out a long sigh and slowly stood up. He stood alone in his royal court, the dead who had been hung upside down and stared wordlessly in the ash-covered wind.

A blazing glow surged from somewhere in the darkness, and the ubiquitous power of chaos brought him a valuable piece of information, a piece of news about the forest and the lions of the forest.

Horus turned his head to stare at him with amusement, not paying attention to his brother, who had only one breath left.

But Ruth was far more tenacious than he thought. The Fenris stared blankly at the cloudy and white eyes of the dead, and the breath stuck in his throat and never came out.

A small disobedience, a stubborn rebellion that must be waged even at the last moments of life.

Horus smiled helplessly.

It's already at this point, why resist? For every second you live, you have to endure a little more pain, so why not go straight to peaceful eternal sleep?

But he still didn't bother with Ruth, and a more interesting plan left him with no time to worry about it for the time being. It was sent into his heart by the sound of a feather scraping.

After a few seconds, he glanced at Ruth, deliberately and slowly raising the Worldbreaker in his hand. At that moment, a damp, viscous breath suddenly came from somewhere in the darkness, followed by the rustle of swaying leaves, and a terrible roar.

Someone emerged from the darkness, rushed out of the forest with wet dirt and rotting leaves, and slashed at him with a sword.

That sword was terrifying, huge, wide, and sharp. The golden gauntlet reflected the sword-wielding man's face and the cruel eyes full of murderous intent.

Horus's eyes narrowed, his face illuminated by a pale light. It was sword light, an incomparable sword light.

Horus took a slight step back.

The sword slashed off one of his left shoulder armors, and it fell to the ground, a scarlet eye wordlessly reflecting a roaring lion on the black-gold armor fragment

"Leon." Horus called affectionately. "Nice to meet you."

The lion's answer was another slash.

His sword curled up the ashes that were constantly rising upside down from the floor of Lupecar's court, and the white ashes flew everywhere with his slash, their faces split into tens of thousands of different tiny pieces in the last remaining bodies of the dead, and even their eyes were shattered.

Horus didn't resist, but was slashed again. His armor was slammed by the blade, and the terrible sound scattered throughout the royal court, and the red light came from the broken porthole, and in a trance, one almost thought that he was among the stars.

The lion's expression did not appear relaxed, because Horus Lupecar was still strolling around, as if nothing had happened.

"It's funny." He took a few steps back and looked down at the sword mark on his chest. "Your strength. Uh-huh, I didn't smell any gods. But you're not the same as you used to be, Leon. ”

The lion didn't answer, just made an inviting gesture. With a grim expression, he stood between Riemann Ruth and Horus Lupecar.

Horus shook his head.

"I know what you're going to do." He said with a smile. "You're going to take him to that forest. You'll take him away and go anywhere you can help. Then go for it, Leon. ”

He waved his hand as calmly as a palace guard driving away beggars.

"There's no need to test with your sword anymore, and there's no need to hide your true intentions, take him away." Horus said mildly. "I don't have time to deal with you right now, I have something else to do."

Leon Al Johnson still didn't move, but changed his sword to the one he wielded. Horus glanced at him in annoyance and smiled coldly.

"I'm not going to give you another chance."

The dead closed their eyes in unison, the wind howled, the serpent's spitting voice resounded throughout the darkness, and then the damp scent of the forest reappeared. The light flashed, and the lion and the dying Riemann Ruth disappeared.

The forces of chaos burst out of the darkness once more, revealing the sight of the forest path to Horus.

He saw his brothers clearly, Riemann Ruth didn't mention them for now, but the anxiety and worry on Leon Elzhuangson's face made him feel the urge to laugh.

It's funny. Horus thought happily. You used to look down on him, but now you're in a hurry, Leon?

He watched as the lion ran on his back until he reached a small river. On the other side of the river is a burning world, with fires blazing, and the river is still calm.

On the shore was a small boat docked, on which a boatman stood, and a hat covered his face. Leon Elchansen boarded the ship and carefully placed his brother on it. The boatman bent down and began to examine the Fenris's injuries.

Looking at all this, the smile on Horus's face became even brighter.

He took a step, and with such ease he reached the bank of the river from his royal court. Leon ElJohnson jerked his head back, and it was hard to tell whether his expression was more shocked or more frightened at the moment.

The boatman wordlessly raised the oars in his hand, and a terrifying rage bloomed in his hat-obscured eyes.

"Father." Horus bowed his head politely. "Sure enough, you were secretly guiding Leon, and I was surprised why he could rush directly into my royal court."

The boatman raised his hand and removed his hat, revealing a ruthless face shaped by age. He handed the hat and oars to the lion and stepped off the boat. A light breeze came out of nowhere, carrying the boat to the burning world across the river.

On the surface, it was the only boat that traveled the river, but Horus could see more. He shook his head at the sight of the knights of the First Legion sailing together in one dinghy after another toward the other side of the river.

"You've always been like that, father." He accused. "Why are you doing this, father? Don't you know that they just went to die? ”

The boatman did not answer, his fists clenched, and the brilliant golden light replaced his eyes, illuminating everything.

In the golden light, he could clearly see the filth beneath Horus Lupecal's skin.

"Why don't you speak?" The filthy wickedness questioned in his son's voice. "Is it because there are no more lies to tell, father? You are always like this, and you are used to deceiving us with lies. ”

"It's a pity that I'm only now discovering your weakness. Without those lies, you are nothing, and you dare not even tell us the truth. ”

"Ruth hurt like that, and you still don't say a word to him. Leon was shocked by my presence, but you sent him away without saying a word. Liar, father, you're a liar, and you've been lying for thirty damn years. ”

The boatman still did not speak.

Towering trees cast shadows over their heads, and their rough bark hung many sharp swords from nowhere. Some are rusty, and some are shiny as new. The soil was moist, and white corpses loomed in the overgrown bushes.

"Father." Horus called for the last time, and there seemed to be a fire in his eye. "I want you to understand that I'm really going to kill you. It is useless for you to send Him, the Spirit of Vengeance is my court, and the Spirit of Vengeance is Terra, so Terra is also my court. Here, I can do anything. ”

The boatman looked at him and shook his head slowly.

With a slight movement, his form changed in an instant, and he became a dark-skinned man, dressed in faded and torn robes, with a hideous wound on his chest that was still oozing outward, and a crown made of thorns.

It stabbed his skin, letting the sticky blood slide slowly.

What had once been Horus was slightly stunned, and a sadness that had come out of nowhere began to creep through its heart.

"You treat him like a puppet, like a muddy toy," the man finally spoke, but his words seemed strange. "You won't give him even the last bit of decency."

Horus shook back, feeling the world spinning, and ten million voices began to ring in his ears at the same time, and he could no longer hear the man's voice, only a burst of anger, a false rage.

So he spoke, and said something he couldn't even hear.

"And we won, old friend, but you lost completely."

"I can't see it." The man said. "He took a piece of flesh off you, Tzeentch, and you lost a lot of power."

"You lost, don't deny it." Another voice said. "I have planted the seeds of the pestilence."

"Motarian will pay back his own debts." The man said. "Your crops will be burned by him with flames."

"And what about me, dear?" The third voice asked eagerly. "How am I? Did you see me as I was slaughtered by him? Oh, and your cold, rough son, I gave him a little gift. ”

"I don't need to have any doubts about Ferus Manus." The man shook his head slowly. "As for you, Sadistic."

'Horus' smiled low and horrified, scarlet light pouring out from under his skin.

"Are you going to fight?" He held up the Worldbreaker and asked.

"We're going to kill you, no matter how powerful you get." The man said.

His voice was cold and dead, and a fire flared from under Horus's feet, a brilliant golden flame that scorched the heavenly fire, driving it away completely. The stench of chaos moved away, the leaves swayed, and the man finally lowered his head, revealing a little sadness.

He walked over, knelt on the ground, and dug his fingers through the dirt for a ring that had fallen at some point.

He held it tightly in his hands.

Today, I started to adjust my work and rest for the first time I don't know how many times

It's terrible, I didn't get up until five o'clock today, and I was groggy ()

(End of chapter)