Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 340 Praise to the Archangel

An angel descended amidst the interplay of light and shadow, reaching out to Loken and Abaddon, who were kneeling, and pulled them to their feet.

The three walked along the red carpet, with the Gastrin Terminators on either side standing up one by one, watching the Primarch depart with solemn gazes.

Once the radiant figure disappeared from sight, the Terminators looked at each other, the once unwavering warriors now somewhat at a loss.

They regrouped for the ceremony and whispered among themselves about the Ninth Legion's Primarch on the communications channel.

The Primarch's appearance was too close to that of the legendary "angel".

Is its seemingly pristine appearance an adaptive mutation based on its environment? Or is it a generous gift from an emperor?

The soldiers held differing opinions, and the lack of an authoritative conclusion fueled the increasingly heated debate.

Loken was positioned to the left of the angel, allowing the Primarch to see him out of the corner of his eye and highlighting the Primarch's exalted status through his position.

Throughout the journey, Abaddon, clad in black Terminator power armor, remained silent, trying to walk as quietly as possible, making himself invisible so as not to disturb the conversation between the two.

Saint Gilles smiled politely and elegantly. He occasionally asked questions, which Loken always answered perfectly, with a very precise sense of proportion.

They walked along the red carpet from the deck to the upper deck of the Vengeance Soul and entered the Hall of Fame.

The honor of the Shadowmoon Wolves was fully displayed to another Primarch, and Abaddon straightened his chest as he listened to his brother recount the Legion's glory.

The angel nodded slightly, listening to Loken's detailed explanation as his gaze swept over the items symbolizing honor.

Agreements, swords, firearms, bullets, and other items of various sizes were preserved intact in the static force field, allowing them to be passed down forever.

Inside the Hall of Honor, every item on display has a legendary story, representing the glorious past of Shadowmoon Wolf.

"What is that?" Saint Gilles asked for the first time after entering the hall. He had shifted from an attentive listener to an inquirer, and he saw something different.

In the middle of the Hall of Fame, there are some very discordant scars.

The hall is a place to demonstrate honor, and should be meticulously maintained, guarded by solemnity and reverence.

In the place indicated by Saint Gilles, many exhibits had been vandalized. The marks showed that the person was extremely barbaric and had no respect for honor whatsoever.

The exhibits were smashed to pieces; the noble objects lay humbly on the ground like weeds.

With the eyesight of a genomicon, it is not difficult to see that the damage has occurred for many years, so why has it not been repaired?

Shadowmoon Wolf values ​​honor and would not allow it to go unpunished; the reasons behind this are intriguing.

Loken and Abaddon knew the direction the Primarch pointed to; it symbolized the conflict between the three imperial offspring.

“It’s the Great Wolf.” Abaddon, who hadn’t spoken for a long time, finally spoke, turning his head slightly away from the scene. His voice was a little hoarse, as if the sight there had hurt him.

The Great Wolf?

Upon hearing this name, Saint Gilles conjured up the image of a wild brother in his mind.

He had seen it before on the central avenue of the palace. Among the colorful statues of the Primarch, there was a blond, golden-eyed man with a high ponytail, bared canine teeth, and an extremely cruel face, accompanied by two giant wolves.

The current leader of the Sixth Legion, who is currently eradicating orcs in the Firewheel Sector, is the Great Wolf – Wolf King Leman Russ!
Why did he do that?

Saint Gillis frowned slightly. Although he did not understand the specific reason, the act of destroying the Hall of Glory was undoubtedly a great humiliation to the Legion and a contempt for the soldiers who had shed blood and sacrificed their lives.

What puzzled the angels even more was that, despite the Wolf King's offensive act, the Wolf God not only did not repair the exhibition hall, but also preserved it with a static force field.

This only shows that the reasons are complex and multifaceted.

"Here's what happened..." Seeing the Primarch stop there, Loken sighed, his gray eyes filled with complex emotions, and began to recount the conflict.

Abaddon did not stop it; it was part of the plan.

This plan was included in the welcoming route for the father of genes, and the proud Horus Lupecal disdained to hide it.

The three Primarchs clashed in an unprecedented conflict over that matter, centered on baseness and selfishness.

The father of genetics did not mend the rift, nor did he cover it up; he left the scars in the open, always believing that his brothers would understand him.

Loken spoke with a complex expression and a dry voice, recounting the past with a look of struggle in his eyes.

Personally, he felt that the Wolf King and the King of Warriors were right; the honor of the legion should not be built on the blood of relatives.

Most of the legion's soldiers were also conflicted about this matter. The ultimate beneficiaries of the Grayclaw tactics were the entire Shadowmoon Wolf Legion, and no one, after receiving such a benefit, stood on moral high ground to condemn their father.

He couldn't possibly be without pain, bearing the scorn of his brothers.

However, the Wolf God firmly believed that everything he did was for the protection of the legion and his offspring.

Loken spoke slowly, omitting any unfounded rumors, and recounting information that was endorsed and certified by the father of genetics.

Because of that conflict, the conflict that occurred in the Primarch's room, even Company Commander Abaddon was unaware of the details.

The information circulating outside is mostly from the father of the gene, and he couldn't possibly be lying.

Loken was also careful not to let his subjective emotions get in, and to stand from a neutral perspective so as not to interfere with the original body's subjective judgment.

He dared not conceal anything; it was almost impossible for a Space Marine to deceive the Primarch.

Primarchs possess extraordinary observational abilities; they can discern whether others are lying through extremely subtle external expressions and keen intuition.

Saint Gilles listened and nodded repeatedly, his face calm and composed, revealing no emotion or inner turmoil.

Only through Loken's explanation did he understand the reason, which also involved the Warrior King—Doom Norwick.

The two brothers stood together, accusing the Wolf God of injustice, not only of belittling their cousin's legion but also of bringing shame upon their own legion's honor.

He was deeply impressed by the actions of the Wolf King and the King of Warriors in this matter.

The Shadowmoon Wolves trampled on the blood of their brother legions; their glory was no longer pure, for they had stolen what belonged to the Nineteenth Legion.

On the surface, he remained unmoved, but deep down, Saint Gilles agreed with Russ's actions; this was the right thing to do!
Smash that filth to pieces!
He looked at the quiet obsidian floor of the hall, where there was a burn mark, clearly left by acidic saliva corrosion.

The Wolf King smashed the Hall of Honor and left a puddle of saliva!
Giving his brother a mental thumbs-up, Saint Gillespie disappeared from sight and continued walking forward, leaving the Hall of Honor.

As he walked, he was also thinking.

Judging solely from his conduct, Horus's way of doing things, though controversial, did not conceal his shameful past and could definitely be considered upright and honest.

Guided by the red carpet, the angel arrived at the core of the Vengeful Spirit, the Palace of the Wolf God.

Before your eyes is a towering, tightly closed gate, narrow and tall, carved with exquisite reliefs that tell the story of everything witnessed by the vengeful spirit.

The angel gazed silently at the glorious Queen's warship, whose past glory was now part of the empire's history.

The reliefs depict a glorious past, with the Emperor and Horus fighting side by side, the inseparable father and son setting out from the solar system to conquer the solar system and venture into the deeper void.

Below that is the crimson Eye of Horus, its gaze sweeping down as the Father of the Shadowmoon Wolf Gene battles, delivering world after world to the Lord of Humanity.

"My brother, please forgive me for not being able to greet you in person."

As Saint Gilles admired the sculpture, a deep, apologetic voice came from behind him.

The angel turned and looked in the direction of the sound. At the exit of the Hall of Honor, surrounded by Space Marines, a tall figure walked over.

He was tall and imposing, dressed in traditional non-powered ceremonial armor, with a crimson cloak billowing behind him that moved without wind, a white wolf skin draped over his shoulders, and a ceremonial longsword resting on his right hand.

His skin was bronze, symbolizing strength and resilience; his face was wild and noble, yet possessed a unique charisma; his all-seeing dark gold eyes were fixed intently on him.

“How could I blame you for such a trivial matter?” Saint Gilles walked toward his brother, a joyful and friendly smile on his pure, jade-like face.

Horus was stunned for a moment. He saw a beautiful angel, whose appearance was so noble and perfect that it seemed otherworldly.

He strode forward, opened his broad arms, and embraced his brother who had come from afar with the warmest gesture.

The two imperial offspring embraced each other on the crimson carpet, feeling the warmth of blood ties.

"Saint-Gilles".

Horus Lupecal.

After embracing for a long time, the two brothers reluctantly parted. Horus looked at the pure white wings and exclaimed in heartfelt admiration, "Truly incredible beauty!"

“Saint Gilles, my brother,” he placed his hand on the angel’s arm, raised it high, and growled to his offspring, “Praise be to the Archangel!”

(End of this chapter)