"You."

Qin Mo looked at Horus and said a word categorically.

Horus looked around and pointed at himself in astonishment: "Me? ”

"Don't worry, you're not the only one rebelling."

Mortarian stepped forward and raised his hand to point out each of the original clones whose ontology had rebelled.

"You. Horus. ”

"Magnus, Vogrim, Anglon, Loga, Alpha and Omega, Perturabo, Coz."

Each clone of the original rebel was identified by Motarian.

As Motarian made the identification, every archetype clone except Koz held their breath, terrified of their name coming out of Motarion's mouth.

The identified clones were stunned and dazed.

In Qin Mo's eyes, this was extremely normal, every rebel primordial was a person who had made great contributions to the empire before throwing themselves into Chaos, and they faced one human or other force in the Great Expedition.

Even if it is a powerful enemy like Ran Dan and Jingyuan, and a fierce enemy who needs a pile of space marines as cannon fodder, it has also been solved by the original body.

The memories of these protoclones are still at the end of the Great Expedition.

Even clones of the ontology, clones with the same mental and psychological state at all, can hardly imagine how they went from fighting for humanity to turning their backs on the emperor and the empire, and becoming a separatist cowering in the eyes of fear.

This is as incredible as Ryan, who went to deal with Ran Dan back then, suddenly turned around 180 degrees and betrayed the emperor and defected to Ran Dan.

"And, Motarian, you've rebelled too." Peturabo reminded.

Motarian glanced at Perturabo with a sympathetic look, "I know, but I can't pronounce so many names in one breath, so I have to breathe a sigh of relief." ”

The excuse for breathing a sigh of relief was too clumsy for Perturabo to refute it.

The Iron Lord's hammer-like gaze scanned all the primitives, and he spoke out loud.

"Although we are clones, our clones and ontologies have the same ideas, which means that we are going to repeat a great rebellion!"

"We are all guilty, Horus, we are all guilty."

"We should go to atone for our sins immediately, either we will judge ourselves now, or we will go to the body now and fight to the death!"

"We are all guilty!"

After the loud preaching, Peturabo glanced at the crowd: "Who is going with me?!" ”

The impassioned words sank into the sea without making any waves.

The clones were silent, silent.

In the end, it was Rogdorn who broke the silence: "Did he do this before, or did he have a head that was passive during the cloning phase?" ”

"You're paying too little attention to my best friend." Magnus raised his hand in embarrassment and rubbed his head.

Rogdorn nodded silently.

"You don't agree with me?" Perturabo paced back and forth in front of the clone brothers, "Where did I say something wrong! ”

Clone Warlord Horus looked at Peturabo calmly and said calmly, "Brother, if you are asked to go to Terra to kill our father now, will you go?" ”

"Of course not." Perturabo shook his head.

"So." Horus spread his hands, "There's got to be something wrong here, maybe we're all going to be out of the ordinary." ”

When Horus made this inference, Qin Mo was immediately impressed by him.

In fact, Horus is right, the cause of the Primordial rebellion is of course related to the relationship between the emperor and the Primordial and the experience of the Primordial, but if the influence of Chaos is removed, it is impossible for the Primordial to rebel.

While campaigning against the alien race, Forgrim was given a sword that lodged the Slaanesh Demon.

Horus himself was badly wounded, healed and affected by Chaos, and was even delirious when he attacked Terra.

There are also the original body of the Bearer, the Bearer of the Bearer, and the original adoptive father......

The flaws in the original body itself, chaos and corrosion, these two reasons complement each other, leading to the greatest catastrophe that almost led to the destruction of the human species 10,000 years ago.

Before Qin Mo could say this, Horus realized this.

"He deserves to be a war commander." Qin Mo nodded in praise.

Horus nodded slightly, gladly accepting the assessment.

Then the Warlord turned and spoke to all the clone brothers.

"Don't listen to Perturabo, we clones weren't born sinful."

"We are born with only responsibility, and our father created us for a great cause and a great dream!"

"The situation in the empire must be very bad now......"

Magnus had not yet explained the current state of the empire in too much detail, and Horus only knew that the emperor was worshipped as a god, and he fulfilled the wish of the seventeenth brother of Luojia.

But Horus was quick to deduce the current state of the empire.

As a war commander, Horus could guess what kind of disaster his war commander and several other brothers would bring to the empire if they defected together.

The empire was not destroyed, but it is estimated that it is also like a candle in the wind.

"Our clones are not the original after all, and we don't have that much value, but we still have a certain level of ability to keep on our bodies."

"We can at least do something for the stormy empire and humanity, if only a little."

"We do our best."

When Horus said this, the clones all looked at him.

Including Ryan.

Horus's rhetoric wasn't too passionate, it wasn't even a good speech, but he gave the clones what they needed most right now.

That's a goal.

Continue to exist, and do what to compensate for the goals of the empire for the pathetic ontologies.

Qin Mo glanced at Ryan on the side, and then at Horus.

He thought to himself that it was not for nothing that the emperor had made Horus the commander.

In terms of combat effectiveness alone, Horus was inferior to St. Giles and Angron.

In terms of operation, it is certainly not as good as Killiman.

But a war commander, an imperial commander of the armed forces, needs someone like him, at least he can "stick" everyone together.

As for combat effectiveness and operational capabilities...... In a huge empire, there are many who can fight and manage.

"But how do we do what we can?" Killiman asked, "We're an offense to them just by being in front of the Being. ”

In the face of Killman's question, Horus pondered very seriously.

As a war commander, Horus's attitude towards Kiliman is different from most people, and of course he also has suspicions about this brother who runs China in the five hundred worlds, this is his duty as a war commander, and he must consider this.

But Horus still values Kiliman a lot, and cares a lot about Kiliman's attitude towards him.

After pondering, Clone Horus replied, "The universe is so big that there is always a place for us, even if we are assassins and soldiers charging on the battlefield, we can do something for the empire and humanity." ”

Killiman tilted his head, was silent for two seconds, and nodded.

When the discussion about whether to atone for the ontology or to survive and do something useful is completely over.

Luo Jia, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling from beginning to end, spoke.

"I've defected?"

"How did I defect?"

(End of chapter)