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Chapter 1033 387. Roundtable Talk (22, 5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1033 387. Roundtable Talk (22, 5k)

"Istvan."

The Golden Word Messenger spoke out these four words softly, and his words made the original bodies look over. They all knew what this place name represented.

What does that sentence say? Things themselves have no meaning. Some things are only given special meaning by people, so they are special. Sometimes even being mentioned makes people shudder.

Horus made no comment on this, he didn't want to say anything.

Everything that happened on Istvan had something to do with him. Every blood debt must be counted on his head. Every sword that killed a brother, every sword that was pulled against a brother's back.

Triggered bolters they are all his sin.

There is no forgiveness for sin.

The Shepherd God clenched his right hand, and the light bloomed from the palm of his hand and spread to the fingers. Now, he has the power of salvation, but the salvation only works for the living.

The dead have entered the paradise of the dead, and there is nothing else. And he doesn't even have anyone to confess to. He looked at his father, who was reading his book calmly, with more and more eyesight.

The exuberant blue light is blooming.

For some reason, Horus suddenly felt that a strange sense of familiarity was slowly blooming.

"With all due respect, you seem to know a lot about this history?" Conrad Coates asked.

At this moment, he was acting very polite.

Moreover, the look in his eyes at this moment was quite interesting. The Golden Word Messenger was indifferent to his probing and sharp gaze, and just nodded calmly.

He said slowly: "Actually, I can even tell this history myself. I spent a lot of time on it."

Angron sighed: "You don't have to worry about these things all the time, Lorgar, they have passed."

"History must be remembered, brother." Lorgar Aurelion replied softly. Then he began to tell.

"Istvan III was their first pick, selecting loyalists, compiling a list, and then using excuses to send them to the surface."

"There are four legions in total. They came together to deal with a galaxy with only five planets, ha. They said there was a rebellion here - in fact, there were two rebellions here."

The Golden Word Messenger smiled. The smile was not friendly, and even made people feel a little scared. Fortunately, the smile only appeared for a moment, and soon he returned to his expressionless look.

"Ultramarines."

Robert Guilliman's eyes darkened at this moment, and the extreme rage he had previously hidden returned. Everyone knew that he was calm and rational, but few people knew that he was always in control of his emotions.

Make a struggle.

In fact, many of the wrong decisions of the Lord of Ultramar are driven by his anger. He is the kind of person who cannot endure for long. When the enemy is right in front of him, even if he has to pass through a magma pool, he may not be able to bear it.

Jump in without hesitation.

He will endure the heat and severe pain, and then use his own hands to strangle his enemy's throat. Even if he is shattered to pieces, he will not stop.

"Blood Angels."

Sanguinius heard himself sigh and his wings swayed. He closed his eyes, pulled off a feather and held it in his hand. His power was of no use to him, but he still wanted to do it. In the dark world he had built

During this time, he cleared away all the complicated thoughts, leaving only one thought.

He is praying.

"Hands of Steel."

The heroic spirit did not speak, and his face remained resolute, like a statue made of steel. But the flames on his body surged for no reason, almost touching the ceiling. If these flames did not have an effect on the building, I am afraid that the fire prevention measures would have been eliminated by now.

Triggered.

"Imperial Fists."

Dorn turned his head to the side and looked to the unoccupied side. The staring contest with Perturabo was naturally terminated, but for some reason, the Lord of Steel did not feel any joy of victory.

He was even vaguely dissatisfied.

"It's so eerily familiar."

Alpharius spoke these words in a soft voice, and the fake smile returned to his face. Admittedly, Snake didn't say much in this meeting, but every time he spoke, it made people feel

I felt sick all over, as if I had actually seen a venomous snake spitting messages.

"But these actually have nothing to do with the Death Guard. These things happened on Istvan III. And they almost bled out on Istvan V. They were the first to arrive.

of, and then.”

"Then what happened?" Curze asked.

The Golden Word Messenger was silent for a moment and said: "Then you died."

?

The Lord of the Night looked at him blankly, seemingly not understanding the point of the matter for a moment. He wanted to say something, but Lorgar didn't give him the chance.

"Killed by Vulcan himself."

The Fire Dragon Lord's breathing suddenly became heavy. He squinted his eyes, and dark red light began to flow in his eyes. The air he exhaled was as hot as the breath of a monster in magma.

"Although the Death Guards arrived first, they were not without reinforcements - the Night Lords and the Changing Serpents had reinforcements, but not much. Especially when the Dark Angels, White Scars, Dark Flame Black Dragons and others claimed to have come to support them.

After the Raven Shadow Guards turned their guns and fired at them, the losses became even more severe."

"After discussion, they decided to retreat temporarily. But the traitors would not give up. So, Konrad Coze decided to cut off the rear by himself."

The Golden Word Messenger looked at the Lord of Night and laughed slowly.

"That was the death he chose," he said.

"He could see the future, and he knew his own end. He even knew that he would die on the Istvan V, but he went anyway. He informed his legion, and they fiercely opposed it, oh, and

There is Iago Severtarion."

The Lord of Night closed his eyes and frowned: "What's wrong with him?"

"He had a fierce conflict with Konrad Curze because he wanted to follow his primarch to Isstvaan, but Konrad Curze did not agree."

"He didn't even bring many people with him on this trip, and his decision later proved to be correct. Under the premise that he could not win, his decision left a spark of survival for the Midnight Lords. As for himself"

Lorgar sighed.

"He decided to stay behind, and then died at the hands of the original body of the Dark Flame Black Dragons."

Cozzi gave a fake smile and looked at Vulkan. The latter looked calm, but there was obvious anger boiling in his eyes: "It seems that although our positions have been reversed, we are still on the same page.

brother."

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't fight any of you." Vulcan said calmly, his broad hands intertwined. "But I never had a choice, but he"

Terrible fury bloomed on Vulkan's face. The tallest of the primarchs, the giant among giants, finally showed his anger. Despite this, he still did not vent his power, but let them flow inside him.

Passing between left and right hands.

He would rather hurt himself than give his anger to others or other things.

"It's back to the old saying, isn't it?" Coz smiled faintly. "Free will has never existed in fact-sigh. Let's get back to the topic, Golden Word Messenger, this is not my story, but Mota's.

Li An’s. So, what happened to him?”

"He met Jaghatai."

The Eagle of Chogoris closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the man who appeared here wrapped his face with absolute rationality, preventing his brothers from seeing any emotion.

"The heroes of the past have now been corrupted into demons." Lorgar said expressionlessly.

"Whether he wanted it or not, they personally replaced his origin and blurred his soul. In fact, according to our subsequent investigation, his soul should have been torn into pieces and then re-glued by the power of darkness.

Together."

"Mortarion was facing something like that. He had a hard time fighting it, but he still won temporarily. They reached orbit, but the traitor fleets had already surrounded them, so Typhon made his move

decision."

The Lord of Death spoke for the first time in the course of the story, with some surprise in his voice: "Typhons?"

"Typhons? Has he changed his name? Or does he have another name here? At least, in my memory, his name has always been Calas Typhon."

The Lord of Death did not speak and was silent. After a long time, under the questioning eyes of the Golden Word Messenger, he said: "No, it's okay, go ahead. Sorry for disturbing me."

"As First Captain of the Death Guard, Karas Typhon was not able to join his brothers in combat. After a brief conversation between his father and Konrad Curze, the order was given."

"He was on the Terminus at the time, and Mortarion was still in the gunboat and had not returned. He was the first person to see the traitor fleet forming a siege, and then he ordered everyone to abandon the ship and escape.

The men changed the course to the traitor's fleet, and at the same time started the self-destruction procedure. If it hadn't been for him, the loyalists would have never been able to escape."

"Although they managed to escape, the losses were still terrible. Seventy thousand Death Guards participated in this battle, and only three thousand successfully returned. However, as the Center said, this is just a nightmare for them.

start."

"I have begun to feel that this meeting is a nightmare." Vulcan said softly. "Let's take a rest, okay, brothers?"

"If this is your wish, I have no objection." The Lord of Death replied, but the emotion in his eyes under his frown told everyone the truth.

——

Horus did not choose to take a walk on the bridge like others, or go to his room to calm down alone.

In fact, he returned five minutes after leaving. The Imperial Guard standing in the shadows in the corner of the room briefly exchanged glances with him. As for his father,

The man without armor is still reading.

"Father." Horus called softly.

"I'm here, son."

"what are you doing?"

"read."

The emperor closed the book without marking it. He didn't seem to be worried that he would forget the number of pages. He turned his head, and the blue light in his eyes flashed more and more intensely, almost like a rough ocean.

"It seems that it is not just that, father." Horus said after a moment of hesitation.

Then, he saw the Emperor smile.

"You all discovered this, but you were the first to ask me."

"Should I be honored by this?"

"If you want to, of course it's okay, but you'd better sit down now, kid, I know you want to hear my explanation. Just borrow Leon's seat for a while, he shouldn't mind."

Horus did as he was told, and at the same time hoped that Leon would not come back suddenly at this time, otherwise he would definitely frown and stare at him with dissatisfaction.

"So, what do you want to know?"

The Emperor looked at him gently. Horus felt a warm feeling in his heart, and he realized it - even realized it again.

No matter how many evil things he did, his father's love for him never diminished. In the past, it was difficult to find such obvious signs. But now, when the Emperor's humanity is gradually gaining the upper hand.

Tears flowed from the original body's eyes like bursting dams and streaked down his cheeks. The violent emotions broke down his psychological defense. The storm came so suddenly and was so unprepared.

"Father." The Shepherd God covered his face in pain. He didn't want to lose his temper like this, but he couldn't calm down. "I have done too many wrong things."

The Emperor did not respond, but looked at him calmly and sadly. After a long time, when the original body's emotions had recovered a little, he said softly: "There are many things that are unreasonable, Horus."

"In the world we live in, malice is the most obvious thing, as conspicuous as a black dot on a piece of white paper. I used to force myself to forget this matter, but not anymore, Horus

.”

The Emperor pointed to his eyes, where blue light was still flowing.

"I can see clearly now," he said. "What is the first thing a blind man does when he regains his sight, Horus?"

".Observe yourself?"

"Yes, they will need a mirror to observe themselves and to identify their own faces. You are my mirror, Horus. From you, I can see the mistakes I have made, the debts I owe, and what I have done.

Those precious qualities that you force yourself to forget.”

He smiled indifferently and calmly, with ten million different kinds of sadness flowing on his face. Only then did Horus realize that the Emperor was also crying.

"And you know the saddest thing about it, kid?"

"I don't know, Father."

"It lies in his presence."

The Emperor shook his head gently.

"A collection of contradictions, child. This is my evaluation of your savior. In our world, there is a price for gods to appear. Even I cannot use my power arbitrarily."

"If I want to conquer the world, then I must slowly do it. But he doesn't need to. If he wants to, with just one thought, he can make all the worlds he sees become his slaves. His power

It's so powerful, but I don't want to abuse it."

"He may use his power to make drinks, comfortable seats, and some pranks, but he will never use it to play a tyrant. Where does this self-control come from? A sense of morality? No, he has morals, but

Morality cannot restrain such people."

"The answer is his standards. He has his own set of views on the world and his own set of rules. Under this standard, he treats everyone and everything accordingly. Under this standard, he behaves as he says

An ordinary mage."

"And if it hadn't been for a series of sacrifices that I witnessed, it would have been impossible for such a free swallow to crash into a bad world like ours. At first it was just a transaction, but later it became a willing sacrifice. This is the complexity of human nature,

Horus."

"He can be crazy, he can be dismissive, he can cause bloodshed and kill, but when it comes to dealing with humans, he is gentle and has no bottom line. He can talk peacefully to a nun who is trying to pry into his past, and even allow her to

The relentless excavation of his past aboard the Revenge was the most painful to me of all of it, the one that made me feel like a thorn in my flesh."

The Emperor laughed.

"It's who he is."

"He reminded me that I once owned all of these things," the man said. "Then I threw them away with my own hands."

"I threw away my rules, everything precious I owned. His presence reminds me of this every moment. Reminds me of my stupidity, my arrogance. And how I ruined everything.

.But there is no point in repenting, is there, Horus?"

"Father, who do you want to confess to?"

"Everyone," the Emperor replied.

"All humans in the galaxy. They burned in burning pain because of my fault. And you, I made you suffer so much that even seeing the stories of similar people would bring tears to your eyes. It's not just you, He

Ruth. Those who are alone in their rooms will cry bitter tears about their past."

"But, like I said, there is no point in confessing anymore."

After saying this, a blue light flashed in his eyes.

"Father?" Horus asked hesitantly. "What did you do again?"

"I am also a mage now."

The Emperor raised his right hand and released a spell. The magic bloomed, leaving traces of itself in the air like flying petals. They made the air vibrate, and then boiled. A dark flame bloomed quietly, and then

Disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, this is definitely not a psychic power.

The expression on Horus's face was as if he saw Leman Russ forcing Konrad Curze to dance together at a banquet. Not only did the latter not refuse, he even happily started a tap dance.

".You, you, you?!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, Horus. The soundproofing effect of the conference room is not very good. Although you are not the only one who realizes that I am learning this knowledge, I still want to hide it for the time being."

The Emperor smiled slightly: "If you want to ask the reason, you can look in the mirror, Horus. Your expression is the reason why I want to hide it."

"But, but but, why?" Wolf Shepherd struggled to let himself speak.

"Because I have to break the rules," the Emperor said.

He didn't reveal much more than that, but that was enough.

An agreement was reached to only work half a day.

Just when you thought I would update in the evening, I updated in the afternoon. This is also a kind of reverse dove, which is fun.

By the way, GW is cheating again, the original body can be killed by mortals (extremely difficult)

There is another chapter, ten thousand today.

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