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Chapter 228 Zhou Yun: What a great show! It was a pleasure to watch!
"Sir, according to the intelligence I have, the planet Daven, which you personally govern and appoint as governor, has betrayed the human empire."

Loken held his breath, and not only him, but all the warriors in the hall of the Spirit of Vengeance held their breath, staring at Erebus in disbelief.

A world conquered by the Warmaster himself has fallen into rebellion? This has never happened before!

The Luna Wolves and their Primarch had always prided themselves on their efficiency in retaking planets, and what Erebus said was undoubtedly a smear campaign on the honor of the entire Legion.

However, Erebus looked calm. Or maybe it should be said that he looked calm.
Under Zhou Yun's powerful impact, Erebus's face was swollen and he almost looked unrecognizable.

"Of course." Erebus said with a little apology: "This matter should be discussed in private."

"Speak!" Horus said in a low voice, "There is nothing to hide among the Luna Wolves!"

"I conquered Daven myself and made Commander Tamba, whom I trusted, the local governor. He is a capable commander, loyal and trustworthy!"

"I have left enough soldiers for him. Dawen is just a primitive planet full of tribes and associations that believe in wizards. How can they defeat Tamba and his army?"

"My lord, I must beg for your forgiveness." Erebus bowed apologetically and said in a low voice: "I must hope that you can forgive me for what I am about to say next."

"Speak!" Horus' voice was filled with anger.

Erebus kept talking about other things and never got to the point, which obviously made the Warmaster annoyed.

"Yugan Tamba has betrayed." Erebas said in just the right tone, with a subtle hint of reluctance and anger in his voice.

The Moon Wolves were stunned.
The Warmaster had just praised Tamba and expressed his trust in the commander.

Erebus actually turned around and claimed that Jurgen Tamba had betrayed him? This was simply a deliberate attempt to provoke the Warmaster.
"Shhh——" A brisk whistle suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

Loken was confused, and he and the other Luna Wolves turned their heads in unison, only to see that member of the Holy Blood Guard, Deki Dante, was folding his arms, looking at Erebus with interest, as if he was watching a good show.

In an instant, the faces of all the Moon Wolf warriors seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

"impossible!!!"

Horus shouted:

"I know Tamba's character and therefore chose him to take on that responsibility. He will never betray me!"

Loken heard the Warmaster's last words with a little hesitation.
He had heard about Tamba's reaction when the warlord appointed him as governor.

The commander wept and begged the Warmaster not to abandon him on this planet, not to take him away from the fleet of the Great Crusade.

Loken could understand him, as could most warriors, both mortal and Astartes.

How could the power and honor that came with being a viceroy compare to the honor and dignity that came with being a great crusade?
While other warriors were fighting among the stars, he could only sit on a primitive planet.
But the Warmaster has always been like this and will not easily change his decision.

Loken guessed that if what Erebus said was true, Tamba might have betrayed him for this reason.

"I wish it were so, but there was a reason for his betrayal."

"Primitive beliefs prevail among the tribes in Daven's land. They may have used some kind of witchcraft to distort the thinking of the imperial soldiers."

"Some kind of witchcraft?" Horus' anger was mixed with disbelief.

The vast majority of the Moon Wolves simply regarded this as an impromptu explanation that Erebus came up with.

"Tamba now calls himself the master of Daven, embracing the native beliefs. He has completely betrayed the Emperor and calls you..."

Erebas hesitated for a moment, then said with resentment:

"I call you a running dog of a fallen god."

Suddenly the hall was filled with angry roars. The warriors roared and beat their chests, swearing to the warmaster that they would take off Tamba's head.
Loken was also heartbroken and angry that someone dared to humiliate the Warmaster like this and call him a lackey of God.

"enough!!!"

Horus' roar was like thunder, shaking the entire Vengeful Spirit.
In an instant, everything fell silent, and even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

"I will make him pay the price!!!"

Horus roared and said:

"I will chop off his head with my own hands and bring down the Emperor's punishment on him. I swear on my own honor!"

"My Lord, allow me to advise you that it would be foolish to act rashly. Please leave this matter to your warriors to handle." Horus stared at Erebus and finally laughed cruelly: "Do you want me to be a coward and let others remove the stain on my honor?"

"I have no such intention—" Erebas bowed respectfully, and his body trembled slightly when he felt Horus' anger.

"Gather a spearhead force." Horus ordered his warriors in a low voice: "Now."

"Who will lead, sir?" Abaddon took a step forward and asked with his head down.

"Me!" Horus growled, turned and left the hall.

Zhou Yun crossed his arms, feeling like he had just watched a big show.
These chicken thieves are really excellent actors.
At this moment, the cunning Locke walked towards Zhou Yun.

"You don't care about the honor of the brotherhood."

Loken went straight to the point, his tone containing both condemnation and advice:
"I shouldn't accuse you so bluntly, but you will easily arouse disgust and even hatred from the entire Luna Wolves."

"For the sake of that bottle of Barr red wine, I believe there should be some friendship between us. Can you please listen to my advice?"

Zhou Yun looked at Locke and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Captain Locke was such a loyal and honest man.

"You misunderstood. I am not laughing at the Luna Wolf. I just find what Erebus said amusing."

He chuckled and said:
"Look at how thick-skinned he is. Even after I beat him up like this, he still managed to put on a great show without blushing or getting nervous."

"Performance?" Hearing this, the cunning Locke was slightly stunned.

"Performance." Zhou Yun smiled. Erebus's performance just now was indeed superb.

With the props of the hot stage clapperboard and robot director, Zhou Yun himself is the best actor among humans.
But Erebus's acting
“Even the most professional actors wouldn’t be able to perform as vividly as Erebus did today.”

"See how well he guided you and the Warmaster?"

Zhou Yun laughed, looked at Erebus who was leaving the hall, and said to Locke:
"He cleverly turned Davin's betrayal into an affront to the Warmaster's honor and into a personal vendetta against him."

"Horus will not let others redeem his honor. That's where the problem lies."

Acting, tricking, just the right amount of anger.
Erebus
con man
Loken stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. Reason told him that what the Blood Angel said was completely true.
Erebus, the High Priest of the Word Bearers, is attempting to manipulate the Warmaster.
why? !

But before Locke could utter this, the Blood Angel smiled gently, gave Locke a look, and turned away.

Loken widened his eyes slightly.
There was something strange in his eyes, as if he was not looking at Locke, but at something else. It was the look of someone watching a drama.
Loken found this strange.
"Loken." The claws were placed on Loken's shoulders.
But before Loken could react, the claws turned into Astarte's large palm.
Abaddon was standing behind him.

"Loken, get ready." Abaddon said, "We are heading to the Daven Satellite."

Locke nodded slightly, quickly pulled his thoughts out of his mind, and entered a state of combat readiness.

He returned to his room from the hall. Locke's room was decorated rather simply, with just a bed and a table, nothing else.
It is said that the Emperor's Children and the Blood Angels would decorate their rooms with many luxurious decorations, but the sons of Horus are simple.

He sat on his bed in confusion.

What should we prepare before war?

The power sword is always in hand, and the power armor is always worn on the body.
Is this right?
Locke looked at himself with a little confusion, and his memory seemed to be a little disordered.

Locke felt annoyed and glanced at the bottle of Baal red wine he had placed on the table.

He suddenly noticed that there was something strange about the wine label.
990.m41, the nine hundred and ninety year of the forty-first millennium of mankind?

Loken was slightly surprised. Why would the Blood Angels use such a label?
Was it a mistake? How could time be extended by 10,000 years for no reason?
Locke picked up the red wine with a strange look on his face. He hesitated for a moment and pulled out the oak cork.
A little alcohol won't do a thing for the Astartes, they are able to circumvent most of the world's toxins.
He picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth————

Bitterness, a strong bitterness exploded on Locke's tongue.

The strong smell of tannins rushed directly into Locke's brain, stirring violently there, and an unbearable feeling of dizziness attacked Locke's brain.

Damn it, why is the alcohol brewed by the Blood Angels so bitter?
The bottle of wine slipped from Locke's hand and shattered into pieces on the ground. The bright red wine spread on the ground, like Locke's own blood.

Locke's face was reflected in it, but it was not a human face, but an alien face that Locke often saw in his hallucinations.
Locke was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face gently.
The scenes in his eyes kept changing and interweaving, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
But suddenly, Loken remembered the look the Blood Angel gave him when he left.
That strange look, as if watching a play,

Loken vaguely saw his own reflection in his eyes.

Reflection of a monster
In his eyes, I am an alien monster? ?
(End of this chapter)