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Chapter 1017 371. Round Table Talk (Part 6, Sons of Horus, 3k)

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Chapter 1017 371. Round Table Talk (Part 6, Sons of Horus, 3k)

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The text stopped scrolling and was replaced by a projection. A bloody picture began to slowly unfold on the silver wall in front of the round table. It was still, but it was enough for the original bodies to see enough details.

Horus Luperkar's heart tightened at that moment, and then the picture began to flow.

Eichmand - Eichmand, known as Little Horus, fell to the ground. The abdomen of the power armor was broken open by a sword, blood gurgled out, and all organs such as intestines were exposed.

He was lying on the ground, his mouth open, and he seemed to be gasping for breath weakly. Half of his face had also disappeared, and his flesh and blood tissue was nakedly exposed, trembling slightly in the air.

Tarik Torgadun, holding a sword in his right hand, was covered in blood. He wore a half-broken helmet, and his angry left eye was blood red.

He and Lorcan Garvill were back to back. The two looked after each other and killed each other's enemies who tried to harm the other. They were still standing, but they were both scarred.

And what about Ezekiel Abaddon?

He was crawling - crawling with difficulty. He crawled towards their father's body inch by inch. A monster with wings on its back and its cheeks smeared scarlet with blood was hugging their father and muttering to himself.

Looking at this scene, the hatred burning in Abaddon's eyes seemed to burn the whole world.

He crawled forward and came into contact with his father's body bit by bit - even through the power armor, he could feel that the body had no warmth at all.

The winged monster stared quietly into the void, ignoring him, and then Abaddon began his action. He was scared to death, but not because he was afraid of losing his own life, but because he was afraid of being killed before completing his duty.

He raised his hands. The serious injuries made it almost impossible for them to complete their daily tasks and made him look clumsy, but it didn't matter. Because just ten seconds later, he removed the Claw of Horus from his father's hand.

The corpse was unloaded. He held it.

Spread your fingers flat - hold it little by little.

This thing was impossible to accomplish. The Claw of Horus, as you can see from its name, is a weapon specially designed for Horus. If Abaddon wanted to use it, it would be impossible without a group of priests from Mars to fine-tune it.

It's impossible to succeed, especially on such a battlefield.

It's not supposed to be connected to his Terminator suit.

But he held it.

Then, Abaddon heard something roaring inside the power claw. The thing was not speaking, but simply venting its anger and sorrow.

The fire of hatred began to burn blazingly on the power claws, and the electric arc began to beat on the narrow and dangerous blade. Abaddon felt it, and he was convinced that this was absolutely true. Before, he had never believed in the existence of machine spirits, but

after this

Ezekiel Abaddon leaped from the ground.

"For the Wolf Shepherd——!"

This weak roar full of sorrow and mourning sounded, and he rushed forward without any hesitation - the weapon of the slain person penetrated the fallen angel's chest without any hindrance, flesh and blood spattered, and blood was in the air.

Hissing, as if burning the air belonging to the human world.

This is not how a human should react when injured, nor is it how the original body should react after being injured.

The monster dropped the body in his arms, and a smile slowly bloomed on his beautiful and enchanting face, and blood and tears seemed to flow in his eyes. He opened his hands in enjoyment, and the sadness, madness, and the deepest joy of depravity began to appear in his eyes.

This face blooms.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but failed. In the next second, his face shattered into a mixture of flesh and blood.

'Little Horus' Eichmand dragged his father's huge war hammer and gasped in pain. His intestines were still exposed to the air, but he still stood and killed the murderer with his father's war hammer.

"well done."

Sanguinius said lowly.

He was silent for a moment, and then lowered his head, so no one could see his expression, but it probably wouldn't be too good.

Jaghatai Khan said in an admiring tone: "What a feat, using the body of an Astartes to banish a primarch who has become a demon."

"He didn't resist at all," Perturabo said calmly. "Considering this, this battle is not that difficult - but I still have to express my admiration for their courage and fighting spirit."

His eyes were shining, as if he was remembering some people, some people who also never retreated.

Then, someone asked in a soft tone full of curiosity: "Say something, Horus? Huh? Your Excellency the Wolf Shepherd God, the respected Warmaster?"

Leon El'Jonson looked over silently.

Konrad Coates smiled gently. This kind of smile was rare on his face, and at this moment, what he wanted to express was definitely not the original intention of this smile. His behavior made the already heavy atmosphere become...

It became even more profound, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

Corvus Corax heard Mortarion sighing slightly. He looked sideways and happened to see the Lord of Death reluctantly pulling off his hood and covering his eyes.

Say something?

Yes, you should indeed say something. But, what should you say?

Horus Luperkar clenched his fists under the table, and at this moment, he began to tremble. He clenched his fists so hard that the bones rubbed against each other and even made a sound in the air that everyone could hear. Listen

There was a sound, and Coates began to laugh for real.

For a moment, it even seemed like a mockery.

Horus exhaled slowly.

".I would rather you laugh at me than torture me with such concern, Conrad."

"You actually take this as concern? Oh, don't be so sentimental, my brother, I'm really just laughing at you."

The Lord of the Night shrugged happily in a small way. He was still bound to the chair and could not move freely, but he only needed words.

Sometimes words are the most destructive.

".I have nothing to say." Horus said. "Here, their fate has been doomed from the moment of my betrayal. Only Garviel Loken is still alive, and this for him

It’s not even lucky.”

"Are you confessing?" Coates asked again.

"No"

Horus shook his head slowly.

"I no longer deserve the right to repent. Repentance is something that can only be exercised by those who can still be forgiven." He said calmly. "And I have already sinned beyond forgiveness."

"No, Horus—"

Sanguinius raised his head, as if he wanted to say something, but paused again. His rebuttal came out of love for his brothers, and the pause in his words came out of his reason.

His reason told him that what Horus said was right.

How can you forgive?

Conrad Coates yawned, and since he had no hands to cover it, his expression looked very ferocious for a moment, like a monster that wanted to devour others.

"Okay." He said lazily. "Self-pity is a thing of the past. Do you still want to watch, Horus? For example, the follow-up of your legion? If you think this is enough, then why not

Let’s take a look at Rogal Dorn and his Imperial Fists, shall we?”

"You'd better keep quiet." Dawn warned in a very calm tone.

"Oh, what else?" Curze shook his legs happily. "What else are you going to do? Beat me up, Dorn? Ah, yes. I'm tied to a chair now, so you can come over and hurt me.

Beat me up. What do you think? Do you want to take advantage of others?"

Donne stood up without saying a word.

Fulgrim tried to dissuade him. He raised his right hand: "No, Rogge, calm down."

"I'm calm."

Roger Dorn said as he walked towards Konrad Kurtz. His steps were very steady, and every step could make a heavy sound on the ground.

Vulkan quietly left the round table slightly. To be fair, he didn't really want to stop Dorn, but in any case, not seeing blood was his final bottom line.

Dorn came to Koze step by step. The Lord of the Night looked at him with a smile, without fear. Dorn looked at him. Three seconds later, he suddenly stretched out his right hand at an astonishing speed.

Then--

He moved Konrad Kotz and his chair out of the conference room.

He moved very quickly and professionally, as if he were a worker dumping construction waste. He even clapped his hands after doing all this.

The Primarchs looked at each other in astonishment, Corax's laughter being particularly loud.

Dorn closed the door and calmly returned to his seat. The Lord of the Night finally roared in frustration from outside the door. Unfortunately, due to the good sound insulation, his voice sounded as weak as the sound of mosquitoes and flies.

.

After laughing, Corax calmed down. The atmosphere finally became better. Although the gloomy atmosphere has not completely dissipated, it has at least improved a little.

"So - although I do think Conrad Coates has been a bit tongue-tied lately, but"

Corax looked at Horus inquiringly: "Will you continue, brother?"

The Shepherd God pursed his lips. It was obvious that he was preparing some words. But a fleeting blue light destroyed his next movements. After the blue light, there was a mechanical sound from the center.

"How do you feel?" it asked, without referring to an object.

Horus pursed his lips, nodded, and replied hoarsely: "Thank you for your consideration, Center."

"I just came up with a result after calculation. Your thanks are meaningless."

"But I still want to thank you."

"Your emotions are no longer strong enough to bear the severe emotional trauma of witnessing all that. Considering the possible weakening of morale caused by pre-war attrition and the possible arrival of your brothers to question me, I took the decision to put everything aside."

It’s all instilled into your mind, allowing you to slowly understand it.”

"So no need to thank me. My actions were purposeful."

Fulgrim was quite sure that he heard a deliberate coldness in this mechanical voice.

The buzzing blue light group rotated. After a disturbing high-speed buzz, it asked: "So, who is next? Are there any volunteers?"

Leon El'Jonson slowly raised his right hand.

Two more chapters

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