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Chapter 983 338. Prelude(2.5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 983 338. Prelude(2.5k)

Something is reverberating in the universe - a deep reverberation, like the cry of some giant creature when it dies. Or, it's like the sound made by a strong wind blowing through the empty ribs of a corpse.

Horus stopped writing and threw down his quill. To this day, he still likes to actually write something instead of writing and drawing on his personal terminal. This meaningless thing is nostalgia.

One of the necessary conditions for human survival.

He raised his head and glanced at the porthole. The scenery outside the porthole was constantly rotating. This was because the Terra space station had been divided into two parts and were performing their work around the sacred Terra all day long.

Work

Horus lowered his head in silence and quietly clenched his right hand.

His fingers are slender, his palm is broad, and his whole hand is very powerful. It can be used to hold a pen and write, or it can be used to hold a sword to kill. Along with his movements, a layer of soft white light penetrates from the gaps between his fingers.

A little bit.

save.

His essence - he never thought that one day, he would actually get this kind of power.

Horus smiled bitterly, stood up gently, and easily reached the ceiling. His figure and appearance had returned to their original appearance at some point. According to the Imperial Fists who stayed on the Terra space station,

He changed in the medical cabin while screaming in pain.

Thinking of that scene, he shook his head.

Could it be that everything that has anything to do with subspace will become scary?

Without thinking any more, he turned and walked out of the door.

The corridors are empty, which is normal. The reconstruction of Terra has been put on the agenda again. Most people are busy on the ground of Terra at the moment. Horus originally wanted to participate, but was asked by the third captain of the Imperial Fists.

L. Garadon sternly refused.

The latter told him solemnly, dragging his injured body, that this incident could never happen while he was serving as the Third Captain of the Imperial Fists and while the Imperial Fists were serving as the Praetorian Guard of Terra.

Horus didn't quite understand his respect - the things he did ten thousand years ago are still vivid in his mind, especially those chaotic fantasies that are simply unbearable to look back on. The worst part is that every night, late at night, he will be forced to

Think of these things.

So where does Thor Galadon's respect for him come from?

In the sixth questioning, the third company commander replied that he saw the scene in the supreme sky when he was unconscious, and he knew what Horus had done.

what did I do.?

Horus sighed - he only hated himself for not awakening to his true nature earlier and remembering everything earlier. He had been sinking for too long and had even forgotten the past. How could he accept this?

I have to find a way to help them. I can do more, he thought, I can't stop here. I have to.

He pursed his lips.

I must atone.

He walked in the empty corridor, and the silver metal and bright lights did not improve his mood. Until Wei Zhen gently reminded him: "Horus, you have a visitor."

Visitor?

He frowned - who could come to visit me at this time? No, who could come to visit me?

A name flashed through his mind, Ga'viel Loken. Horus would have been happy if it was his visit, but this was unlikely, Loken was still on a mission and had not returned yet.

The array made his thinking in vain, and it spit out the answer: "It's Angron."

Horus was silent for a moment.

——

"Why hasn't he come yet?"

The Lord of Red Sand crossed his arms and asked the pattern array above his head with a slightly impatient tone: "I don't have much time to waste. I must rush to the Revenge immediately. I'm afraid that guy has started doing something again that he can't even bear the consequences of."

It’s about that.”

He paused and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it. Fulgrim, why didn't you keep an eye on him? I knew I couldn't have any trust in you."

"Please wait a moment, Horus is on his way. The energy supply of Terra Space Station is now being fully used to investigate Chaos contamination and daily use. Teleportation has been listed as a prohibited matter, so he can only use a vehicle to come. It is expected that it will still take

five minutes."

The reasons given by the formation left Angron with no room for refutation. In fact, he was not really complaining about Horus' speed, he was just a little anxious. He didn't know how to get along with this Horus alone.

.Moreover, no one can provide him with advice in this regard.

The five long minutes passed quickly. The door of the dock slid open. Horus jumped off a motorcycle and nodded towards Angron. But judging from his appearance, he knew Angron.

There is no difference in that person.

"Angron?" Horus said slightly hesitantly. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to come with me to the Revenge."

Angron explained briefly: "That guy has started doing reckless things again. We must stop him before everything reaches an irreversible point. And you are a Primarch, so I think you should also

I can do my part.”

Horus looked a little surprised. He frowned and soon realized how serious the Lord of Red Sand was. While thinking, he quickly asked a few questions.

"As far as I know, they are conducting an expedition. The last battle report from the front was sent back four days ago. They eliminated the Nurgle demons that were spying on Ultramar. The situation is all good, Angron."

"I know what you mean, but that's the problem."

Angron calmed down and made a gesture: "You know Crane Samples, right?"

"I have read about him, efficient and professional guy."

"Very good. He told me that a real god was born in the Star Torch. He takes revenge as his foundation and responds to any human call - and the price is their soul. And this god."

Horus's eyes widened.

Of course he had read those top-secret information, and naturally knew Angron's experience of traveling to another world.

He knew that this god was once just a god, originating from the emperor, but he had to expand it into a real god that was about to be born during his ten thousand years of suffering.

In order to keep the emperor alive, the black-robed mage did some small deceptions with the help of the Star Torch. After that, this divinity began to devour him. Although he did not really become a god in the end, it represented revenge.

One of the gods did not die, it was put into the star torch.

No one knows why the Master of Mage and Mankind did this.

"It seems you know." Angron said seriously. "If the situation is really good, then why does he allow this thing to grow silently? Believe me, if possible, he will never let any god do it.

He takes away human souls right under his nose."

Horus took a deep breath: "I think our discussion here will not produce any effective results. It will only make the anxiety in our hearts become even greater."

"We know nothing about the situation on the front lines, Angron - we don't know what they have experienced. Of course, the battle reports will report good news but not bad news."

"This is the case at all times. There is always only one kind of war report in the empire. If it wins, the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs will modify it and publicize it. If it fails, the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Propaganda Department will work together to modify it.

, preaching everywhere. We have been winning, Angron, that's what I saw from those stacked battle reports."

"This is why I came to you - I need you to go to the Revenge with me. Although you and I are not familiar with each other, with one more person, the possibility of convincing him will be even greater."

Without any hesitation, Horus nodded. All his questions that needed to be answered have been answered, so there was no need to ask any more questions.

"I'll join," Horus said. "Although I don't know if I can be of any use anymore. But I think I have to give it a try."

Angron slowly raised the corners of his mouth. Behind them, a cruiser was rocking gently in the dock.

I'm a bit stuck, I owe five hundred - how do you say that? The more I owe, the more stable my mentality will be.

Of course, I will definitely pay it back (sad)

(End of chapter)