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Chapter 1016 370. Round Table Talk (Part 5, Sons of Horus, 4k)

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Chapter 1016 370. Round Table Talk (Part 5, Sons of Horus, 4k)

"continue?"

The center of the circle asked in its unique mechanical voice: "Are you sure, Horus Luperkar? What follows is not a textual description, but a first-person perspective reproduced by the emperor's memory and spiritual energy.

Video.”

Angron shook his head expressionlessly. He knew what would happen next. He was not a witness. At that time, he was trapped in the endless warp storm with Lorgar Aurelion.

中.The reason why he knows these things so well is because of Fulgrim.

To be precise, it was the Fulgrim he first knew, the bruised Phoenix. The latter talked about his regret in many conversations after that - he once told Angron in tears that if he

If he had arrived a moment earlier, perhaps Horus would not have died.

And Angron knew that there was no if.

The Lord of Red Sand waited calmly, knowing that no matter what, this video would definitely be played. At this moment, the new Wolf Shepherd sitting in front of him was proving that he was right with a complicated expression.

Horus took a deep, unnerving breath, as if his lungs were about to burst. Then, he nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said slowly. "I want to take a look."

"Permission has been obtained." The center announced coldly. "The projection mode is about to change, and the 'immersive' mode is turning on. Please be prepared, Horus Luperkar."

The next moment, Horus felt like the world was spinning.

——

"Come out, Sanguinius!"

Someone was roaring furiously, and his anger was evident in his voice. He moved forward, and then swung his war hammer. Pure violence brought pure killing, and the betrayers were killed by him like straw.

The martial arts skills he had honed through hardships were now being used on his former comrades. Their lives were blown everywhere like catkins in the wind by the strong wind brought about by the swing of the war hammer. No one was spared, not even one.

can escape.

Horus felt an extremely strong pain, as if it was tearing his soul apart. He endured it, but the scene in front of him began to attack his reason more violently with every second.

Is this really just projection?

He asked himself - he looked at the people who fell like straw, at the corpses under them, at the blood and broken earth, and then took a deep breath of the air smelling of blood and gunpowder smoke.

The Wolf Shepherd inevitably blurs the boundary between reality at this moment.

"Face me, Sanguinius! You must face me, you cannot escape, traitor! Come out and fight me!"

The roar was so loud that it was unsettling. It was hard to imagine that it was the voice of Horus. Even the Wolf God himself found it unbelievable. He wanted to stay out of it, but everything in front of him was like a mountain.

The pressure came and began to suppress his remaining sanity.

Finally, his call was answered.

A man came by appointment.

No, is that really a human being? Or is it just a thing with human skin?

An extremely strong feeling of nausea and vomiting surged into Horus's heart, and along with it came running anger - and beyond that, there was even a little fear.

"What have they turned you into, Sanguinius?" someone murmured. "What have you become?"

——

"Is he okay?"

"The vital signs are very stable and there are no problems. In fact, he just fell into a coma temporarily - center, please tell us in advance next time you use any new things, can you?"

"If there is any harm, I will explain it to you. However, the immersive mode is just a short-lived dream, and I have not even shown the picture that will really impact you. Horus Luperkar's The coma only lasted three minutes, and in fact, he had already begun to wake up."

Yes Yes.

The Wolf Shepherd sat up with a wry smile and saw several concerned faces. Jaghatai was the most serious among them. The relaxation he had shown before disappeared the moment Horus fell.

"There's nothing wrong with me," Horus whispered. "I'm just a little dizzy."

"So, your willpower is really strong, Horus - let's be honest, what you just experienced, we all saw it from the projected picture."

Jaghatai admonished sternly: "I don't think anyone could remain calm after seeing Sanguinius in that posture."

The archangel whose name was called could not make any extra expression except a wry smile, and he felt a coldness in his palms. Rogal Dorn cast his gaze at him, containing a concerned and silent inquiry.

"What a complex gesture." Vulgan described it this way. "The surface is gorgeous, beautiful, and transcends all beauty, but upon closer inspection, it is full of discordant subtleties. The more familiar you are with this face, the more you will feel hatred."

The Fire Dragon Lord sighed and touched the edge of the round table, then broke off a piece of metal.

The center made a rapid buzzing in warning, but did not say more. Vulcan held the small piece of metal and began to knead it with his fingers, shaping it, and then even began to carve it with his nails. .

He is very serious, and until now, no one knows what kind of work he wants to create. However, this does not matter.

The answer will be revealed on its own.

"What do you think, Fulgrim? Do you think Vulkan's evaluation is correct?" the Lord of Night asked with a snicker. "You are the only person here who can speak the same language as the projected Sanguinius. "

Mortarion said expressionlessly: "What Konrad Curze means is that he wants to ask you if you are feeling okay. It seems that his habit of not being able to speak human words continues to this day. Please forgive him for his stupidity." , Fulgrim."

Corax nodded in agreement. Curze snorted, but did not refute. He just bared his teeth and said, "I don't like your description of stupidity, Mortarion."

The Lord of Death responded with a very visible smile wrapped in a bandage.

The Chemos sighed and said nothing - what else could he say? This topic is really beyond the scope, and if you ask him to describe what it feels like to be the great demon of Slaanesh.

Well, if someone asked him this question, Phoenix's first reaction would probably be to draw his sword.

"I really don't have a big problem." Horus sat upright and rubbed his face. "Continue, we have already reached this point, if we stop"

He smiled bitterly and said: "Then the torture of conscience I am undergoing now is all meaningless - continue, Center."

"as you wish."

[If we talk about the Sons of Horus, we must talk about the Shadowmoon Council. Four of them are the most famous. In fact, they are to a certain extent the Shadowmoon Council itself. In the Sons of Horus, they are still called the Shadowmoon Council.

During those years of the Wolf, you can get a glimpse of their importance to the legion from the name of the council.】

[Ezekiel Abaddon, then the First Captain of the Luna Wolves.]

[Tarik Torgadun, the second company commander of the legion at the time.]

[Horus Ashmand. The fifth captain of the Legion at the time, was called Little Horus because of his excessive resemblance to the original body.]

[Gaviel Loken, the commander of the tenth company of the Legion at the time.]

[The moment Horus died, they, like all the other Luna Wolves, were witnesses. The only difference was that the Shadow Moon Council had a certain degree of command over the Legion. After seeing their father

At the moment of death, whether they can remain calm and rational has become the key point of whether the Luna Wolves can follow Perturabo's orders.]

[I am not a person who has personally experienced it. Dear readers, by the same token, neither is my Lord, the Emperor, the Lord of Humanity. However, he can see it.]

[He saw Ezekiel Abaddon and Taric Torgadon roaring in the palace, seeing them collapse to their knees, and their frantic attempts to rush out and kill Sanguinius for

The Father's act of revenge. They were crying, and those who held them were also crying.】

[No one present cared about this. After all, Horus was dead. They had seen it with their own eyes and they all confirmed it. At the moment when the Luna Wolves fell into a collapse whirlpool of anger and despair, in their hall

Another voice came out from the communicator.]

[A hoarse, difficult voice, as if someone was seriously injured.]

The scrolling text stopped here, and a voice began to ring in the ears of everyone around the round table. Fulgrim closed his eyes. He had never met this person, but he always maintained a deep respect for him. Where does this respect come from?

Coming?

From his life.

"Regaining life in endless pain"

Pausing, wheezing, coughing - as if gasping for blood.

"Return to the battlefield with the swords of brothers."

The hoarse voice began to become more fluent, but this did not restore the voice. Instead, it sounded like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other.

"Enemies of the Emperor, we come for you!"

[The Emperor's Children and their primarch Fulgrim returned from the trick that seriously injured them. They returned to the war and supported Terra at the first opportunity. 】

[And Fulgrim's changed voice ignited the anger of the Shadowmoon Council. They formulated a desperate plan and decided to lead four companies to attack from the Eternal Gate. They would kill the traitor Saint.

Gilles, and take back their father's body.]

"The changes are really radical, but they are also very similar."

Rogal Dorn said in a complicated voice: "But, I don't even need to guess what will happen next. They have no chance of success. From that brief vision, you can see what Terra was like at that time.

Precarious."

"At this critical juncture, if the Luna Wolves leave their post without permission and even plan to face a primarch who has become a demon, how will they win?"

Dorn asked a question that everyone was very concerned about, even Leman Russ. The Wolf King's expression gradually became serious as the center's narrative continued. Although he was still haggard, at least he was focused at the moment.

has been put on the other side.

He began to worry uncontrollably about the fate of those people.

"ha."

Perturabo sneered: "Obviously, you didn't look carefully, Rogal Dorn. If they are dead, then why did the person who wrote the pen spend time on these four people? They can't completely fail.

, at least one of the two tactical goals was successful."

"In the past, your carelessness would have shocked me as well. But now it seems that you can't do it after all. It's like a stone that cannot be changed, Rogal Dorn."

The Lord of Steel laughed wildly. He did not laugh at Rogal Dorn when his name appeared in the list of betrayers, but chose a seemingly insignificant time. Dorn did not laugh at him.

Commenting, he just slowly clenched his fists.

"Did they succeed?"

With hope and trembling, Horus, who had tears in his eyes at some point, asked the center: "Please, I must see what happens next."

He paused, then gritted his teeth and spit out three words from his throat with a trembling voice.

"I do not deserve."

Then he raised his head with hope in his eyes: "But I must see it!"

"Don't be impatient, Horus Luperkar. Please keep your emotions calm. This will be very helpful for what we are going to do next."

"Furthermore, please prepare the other original bodies who are watching. Your anger will interfere with my monitoring of the equipment in the conference room, and may even cause problems in their operation."

"If you don't want to stop at a critical moment because of equipment errors, please be mentally prepared. I don't expect you to be completely rational, but at least please behave like an adult."

Konrad Coates curled his lips: "I said this thing has been evolving, but none of you believe me, how surprising it is."

"Is it difficult for you to speak normally, Konrad Coates? You don't seem to have more language modules except for sarcasm and trouble. The robots I made are smarter than you.

.”

Perturabo retorted, which was unusual, because he had been staring at Rogal Dorn before. His current performance probably proved one thing - they could hardly stand Curze anymore.

"Oh my God, Perturabo has spoken!" Conrad Curze shouted in surprise. "He can actually speak to a second person besides Rogal Dorn!"

"Please act like an adult."

At the other end of the round table, someone sighed silently, his face burning with fire.

"Although the words of the Center are harsh, they definitely hit the point. After you walk out of this room, you will all be Primarchs with important responsibilities and noble status. But as long as you stay together, your intelligence and character will begin to improve.

Falling exponentially."

Sanguinius covered his face, becoming more and more worried about the farce in front of him. He already knew what their father wanted to do, but...

All right.

He sighed: "Go on, Center."

Just one update.

The author has been working overtime a lot recently. Basically, if I don't update at seven or eight o'clock, there will basically be only one update today.

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