Chapter 341 Drinking Together (Part 1)
The meeting with Sanguinius struck Horus Luperkar as a wonder. Although they were born under the same father, they were undoubtedly strangers to each other and should have had a certain alienation, at least initially.
At least Horus was certain that until Mortarion actually met him, the primarch did not want an additional member of his kind who would exercise control over him.
As for him, he followed the emperor's order to go to Barbarus until he found that the new brother seemed to be quite simple, at least easier to understand than the cunning guy Leman Russ.
But Sanguinius is different.
Horus looked at him and saw the kind curiosity and intimacy toward him written on that noble and cheerful face. And everything went so logically.
When the angel of Baal walked towards him, his white wings swaying softly with his footsteps behind his back, a rare need for treasure appeared in Horus's heart.
His reason was introducing him to Sanguinius's identity and information, telling Horus how he would invite the Primarch to return to the Crusade on behalf of the Imperium, but his emotions were urging him to Make another thing.
"Alas," Sanguinius must have noticed his body language. He approached Horus, and then spread one of his wings beside the hand of the Wolf God. The feathers were soft and white. "Is it really that attractive?"
Horus took off his gloves. Sanguinius suddenly folded his wings: "You haven't told me who you are yet, and neither have I."
Horus was stunned for a brief moment, then handed his gloved hand to Sanguinius and said with a smile: "Forgive me for not having the experience of hugging a brother with wings. From what angle should I hug him?" The position behind you? Well, let's shake hands first. I am Horus Luperkar, the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion's Luna Wolves, from Corsonia."
"I am. "It's Sanguinius, from Baal, probably the Primarch of the Ninth Legion," Sanguinius said, taking Horus's outstretched hand, "Now you can touch my wings."
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After a brief discussion with Horus, Sanguinius reluctantly left the living room that the Wolf God had carefully prepared for him on the flagship of the Vengeful Spirit, and invited Horus to Russ landed with him on the surface of Baal and lived in the chambers of the Baals.
He will miss the room that is made up of exquisite works of art and a pleasant soft bed. The faucet engraved with the Imperial Sky Eagle can flow clean water with just one turn. The room is spacious and bright, taking care of genetic origin. The psychological needs of the body, and anyone who does not possess the dark quirks of design like Conrad Coates cannot fault a comfortable home.
He stayed on the surface because he would receive his legion on his own land in the third sphere of Baal - he couldn't go to the training grounds of the Vengeful Spirit to receive his Immortal Nine, that would be too weird.
In the sky, Coze's fleet has disappeared without a trace. When the spirit of vengeance appeared in the star system near Baal, the night ghost court all evacuated overnight, returning to the stars without saying goodbye, just like when they arrived uninvited a few months ago. Morse, the man in black robe, left at the same time, not knowing where he was.
All that was left to Sanguinius was a copy of the contract, a truckload of wine samples, and a small bottle that was as long as a finger and probably only big enough to take a sip. It was tied with a blue ribbon. The bright red special blood wine given to Sanguinius by Ming alone.
As for the Emperor, he only appeared once in front of Sanguinius.
Sanguinius put away his small bottle alone and asked Tarik Togaton, a member of the Council of Four Kings and Second Captain, to condescend and push the cart containing the wine to Outside he went to the designated place in the sandy plain.
After all, Torgadon was the first bold enough to ask Sanguinius if they could have a sip of the wine as well.
Horus accompanied Sanguinius, sharing with Sanguinius the achievements of the Ninth Legion so far.
The Blood Angel's few prophecies and Konrad Curze's nonsense - mainly the latter, have already given him an understanding of the current situation of his legion.
Under such a premise, it was not difficult for Sanguinius to hear the caution in Horus Luperkar's wording and his desire to maintain the reputation of the Ninth Legion without leaving any trace.
"Have you prepared a speech?" Horus asked. "Although this sounds strange, if you need reference, I still have the transcript of my speech on the data pad." "I've prepared it, thank you. But you kept it for more than forty years?"
"Actually, it's the video from that time. My legion asked for it from the camera servant." Horus lowered his voice, "Don't look at these little wolf cubs making fun of me every day. They all cried at that time. I'm in tears."
Sanguinius lowered his voice in response: "Do they know you left the file?"
"Of course," Horus leaned closer. , "Because on my way here, a few of them were still laughing and discussing how to share my video with you and introduce my speech - it included the friendship within the Astartes, the mission of the empire, and the destiny of mankind. Glory, wait for different plates."
"And you hit it, Horus?"
"Talking about the father of genes behind his back is a serious crime that cannot be forgiven easily and should be punished..." Horus thought carefully, "The punishment is to wear a full set of ceremonial armor when you meet the legion?"
Sanguinius Sanguinius smiled briefly, and Horus keenly observed every change in his expression, and suddenly said firmly: "You are nervous."
Before Sanguinius denied it, Horus continued Say: "No, don't deny it in a hurry, just let me use myself to save others for a while. I guess you prepared a speech, and prepared many speeches, but none of them satisfied you. In Baal, you are responsible for all Positions, political, military, religious leaders, these identities are all yours, but you have never played such a role."
He breathed a sigh of relief, leaving the angel some time to think and breathe. leeway, and then continued: "You will face your heirs, and not just your heirs."
"They are a failed legion, although they have never failed to live up to the Emperor's duty. They are a failed legion. They shed blood in a desperate war, and in the end, because of their brutal mission of destruction, they had to be cut up and disorganized by the Ministry of Military Affairs.”
"They lacked guns and ammunition, and had to serve behind other flawless legions, like expelled ghosts. No one wanted to fight alongside the Immortal Nine, which caused them to lose their friendship with the Empire and their cousins, and even The love for oneself only relies on the inherent will and command, like a stubborn beast, to survive those unfortunate hardships without any purpose."
"But they are still a copy of you, a shrunken version. , countless Sanguinius covered with scars share a similar appearance and a similar essence to you. The eyes they look at you are exactly the same eyes you look at yourself in the mirror. Tens of thousands of rays of light split apart."
He paused for a moment, blinked, and completed his conclusion: "So, what I mean is that you will have similar eyes, and they will. He must be more nervous than you, so much so that he doesn’t notice that you are also very nervous.”
The difference in the conclusion made Sanguinius feel a little lighter, and he laughed and said: “What kind of comfort is this!”
"I think I am quite successful." Horus said frankly. "But you just need to believe this, that is, when you meet them, the answer will appear naturally. On the throne, even Mortarion, who is not good at words, successfully completed the meeting with the Twilight Raiders not long ago. By the way, Rename them Death Guard"
"How did he do it?" Sanguinius asked.
“I was rushing towards you at the time and was not there. However, I heard that he relied on his chemical knowledge to develop a drink similar to the quality of Barbarus poison wine, and then performed it during the first meeting ceremony. Distributed everywhere."
"Sounds similar to what I would do."
"I don't think you are someone who would put poison in wine," Horus touched. Touch his head. "Anyway, the Emperor told me that he wanted you to stay with me for three years first, but you turned him down, saying you wanted to see your Legion now - and when I brought the news to them, you I can't imagine how surprised they were."
Horus paused for a moment and continued to ask: "So, will you allow the Luna Wolves to fight side by side with your legion for three years? ”
"Why not?" Sanguinius said, smiling. "I can't think of a greater honor. But let me meet my warriors first."
He raised his head and glanced out the window, "Start earlier, I don't want them to still stand at night Outside.”
(End of this chapter)