Chapter 397 Quarrel
“Removing a person’s freedom to commit crimes does not mean removing all people’s freedom.” - "The Book of Lorgar"
Horus Lupe Kal was not often angry in front of his loved ones, whether with his Primarch or with his offspring.
Even in the face of potential opponents, the peaceful attitude that the Shepherd God has always maintained has brought back many pocket empires that have peacefully surrendered to the empire; there are even a few cultural structures that are small enough to be different from human beings to understand the possibilities of the universe. The threatening alien society also chose to surrender in front of Horus.
This is a particularly soft ray among the thousands of rays of light in the First Returned Son. It is an inalienable and precious trait after the countless great and magnificent war victories he has brought.
But now, the Wolf God and the Lion King are standing on both sides of the altar, their eyes are connected, and their momentum is in conflict.
Leon, with his usual calmness, stood like a boulder among the steps of the altar, his height seemed to overwhelm Horus[1]. He is one of the taller ones among the Primarchs, not to mention that his demeanor is often more dignified and serious than anyone else, with a straight spine, even though he was born in the wild woods - maybe it is This, on the contrary, contributed to his adherence to the honor of knighthood.
As for Horus Luperkar, his face was stern, and the burning anger in his eyes made the original contours of his face look like heavy shadows behind the blazing sun. He let out a long, trembling breath, as if he was squeezing out a stream of blood from between his teeth.
"It is you I am talking about, Horus," Leon said, his voice coming down from top to bottom, like falling gravel, "You have always put the Emperor's order first, but The loss of the Second Legion has affected your behavioral logic."
Horus' fingers retracted inwards, as if they were holding something invisible: "Looking for a lost brother, how can it be with him. Disobeying the Emperor's orders, Jonson! How can you question my respect and admiration for the Emperor? What have I done to make you doubt me in this way?"
"You made unreasonable military suggestions, Horus," said Leon. "I have long discovered that you cared too much about that Duncan and allowed him to interfere with your emotions..."
"We are a family, Leon! You have never met him, and you have just returned to us, so I understand that you don't care about his life or death...but I care! We should care too! Except Our blood brothers, who else in this universe..."
Leon's eyebrows lowered slightly, and the atmosphere in the Wandering Temple changed slightly with the change in his expression. A certain dark atmosphere was present. Surges quietly in the brilliance.
He interrupted Horus and said softly: "I care about his life. The Second Legion is a viable force in the Imperial Great Crusade. This is what you told me, Horus."< br>
"At this time, when I talk about brotherhood, do you have to talk about him from the perspective of the empire as a whole?" Horus said painfully, as if a bitter and astringent feeling was being squeezed in his heart juice, "Do you have to be so heartless, Leon? Don't you have any real love in your heart?"
After Leon listened to Horus's question, his eyes embedded in the snow-white rock-like face were filled with thoughts and deliberation, but there was no feeling at all.
“I don’t see the reason why you are questioning me, nor do I understand what friendship is worth talking about. How can it make you prefer to deceive yourself and others, thinking that you have not failed to live up to the Emperor’s orders.”
< br>He said, pausing for a few seconds to think and remember, and then rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Let’s fight.”
Horus was stunned for a moment, and then reacted immediately.
The Wolf God roared in further aroused anger: "What the hell did Russ teach you, Leon? Replace theory with fighting?"
And the Lion King's aura has become calm and indifferent. , there is indeed some kind of wildness of Leman Russ in him, but it is far more restrained and restrained than the Wolf King. Just like the similar blond hair on their heads, they evolved into meticulously combed and messy braided hair respectively. Two forms of braids.
However, no matter what, Leon did learn a way from Ruth, which was to use fists instead of tongues.
Horus came without weapons, and he had no intention of fighting at first. But he could already hear the pulse of blood rushing through his veins. His eardrums buzzed.
"If this is what you want, Leon," the Wolf God stared at him closely and grinned.
At this moment, a voice joined the cloud of imminent battle, lightly stirring up the stagnant atmosphere.
"Are you going to duel where His gaze is looking directly at you, my brothers? To fall into the sin of unpeace in His temple?" Lorgar's voice appeared softly. He walked to the bottom of the steps, stretched out his hand and put it on Horus's raised arm, while his other hand was still holding the black iron box, "Are you going to grab each other's throats in front of his phalanges? "
The True Worder then turned to Horus: "You are the first son and our brother, Lupekar. You should not argue about the gains and losses of words with our last son. "
< br>Horus lowered his eyes and stared at the box in Lorgar's hand, his anger flowing away like water.
“In the formal combat meeting, we will discuss the future choices,” Wolf Shepherd said, looking away from him, “I shouldn’t raise this matter with you in advance, after all, we are just here to check. His phalanges. I hope I can convince you later, Lion."
Lorgar let go of Horus' arm, glanced at Perturabo behind him, then raised his head slightly and looked at Leon.
"Save some respect for your brother," he said, "We are all serving the Emperor."
"You are speaking for Horus," Leon bowed his head , "Urizen, they said this name means you are wise."
"Yes." Lorgar affirmed two questions at the same time.
"So, Aurelion, are you going to persuade me to disobey the Emperor's will where you serve the Emperor?" Leon asked, the content of his words was far sharper than his tone, and it was true and unmistakable. His doubts.
"Leon..." Horus became the more emotional person.
“Don’t be sad anymore, Horus, we will all return to him in the end,” Lorgar advised. “He left us early for mankind, so there is no need to mourn.”
“For humans?” The Wolf Shepherd murmured, not convinced by Lorgar’s persuasion, while Leon was still waiting for the answer to his question.
Logar looked around awkwardly, and finally had to close his eyes briefly, turned sideways, and called to Perturabo: "I beg you to say something too, my brother."
The faint light in Perturabo's hand dimmed. He turned off the datapad screen, looked up, and met three pairs of eyes, all staring at him.
"Are you done quarreling?" he asked coldly, "Can I see the remains of our brother?"
If someone pointed out his negative mood at this time, he would not deny it.
"Yes," Lorgar said first, "Please come to the altar, Primarchs, I am sure that this is part of him, but beyond that, I can no longer explore. There is no other information. It’s hard for me to imagine his experience..."
He came to Perturabo and tried to lead the Iron Lord forward intimately. Perturabo turned sideways. Looking at Luojia's face from above, those golden scriptures were trembling slightly due to nervousness.
Perturabo acquiesced to Lorgar's actions, climbed to the highest step next to the altar with the True Speaker, and then called to the two Primarchs below: "Come, Leon, Horus. Mourning and service lead to the same destination, but at this moment we will focus on the former."
"He alone is above and below is equal," Lorgar Aurelion stood beside the Lord of Iron, repeating softly a circle of golden words inscribed on the edge of the Iron Altar.
Horus was still angry. He stretched out a hand towards Leon, his fingers tightened together.
The handshake that follows has nothing to do with forgiveness or forgiveness. It is just a temporary truce, like a collision between the gun barrel and the remaining heat of the gun barrel, always ready to trigger the next gunshot.
Then, Horus nodded to Lorgar: "Let me see him, Aurelion."
The True Speaker placed the iron box on the upper surface of the altar, and gently Open the box. During the war, the assault team on the mission was unable to find a more suitable container for the original's finger bones, and Lorgar did not replace the original iron box.
The Iron Warrior personally brought back part of the Emperor's son. He regarded it as another holy coincidence. Moreover, the existence of the Primarch did not need the so-called decoration of earthly gold and silver. The simple Black Iron General It is the best and only destination.
Perhaps Horus was not right about everything, but one of his points did make sense - the Primarchs were indeed the only ones connected by blood in the galaxy.
Since their creation by the hands of the Emperor, there has been some hidden connection and commonality in their bodies or souls, as if all Primarchs originated from the same mysterious source, the same blazing cluster of energy. fire.
Perhaps this is most obvious between the twin Primarchs, but this does not mean that there is no such faint resonance in other Primarchs. It is higher than the fundamentals of the material universe and lingers in the world. The will of the souls of these perfect creatures sometimes causes ripples to an extremely precious thing in the soul of the original body.
emotion. It was their emotions that were touched.
Leon stared at the pale finger bone, and for a brief moment, he tasted the non-existent blood in his mouth. A sharp pain crawled along the bones of his left ring finger, and he couldn't tell where it came from.
A sword reflecting sunlight sank in the lake. A piece of bright jadeite shattered on the stone. Far, far away, something precious changes its form forever. It is unbearable and impossible to deny.
He suddenly withdrew his gaze and his voice became deeper. "The Second Primarch is dead."
Horus had no energy left for his rebuttal. He shook his head slightly, his eyes resting on his knuckles.
"There is no solid evidence yet, brothers," Perturabo said. "At least, we have found more clues and opened up the corridor that blocked us. The roadblocks ahead cannot stop us, whether it is for service or Revenge.”
This was a report he had processed while walking here. As for the reason why he continued to browse the information afterwards, it was partly because he did not want to get involved in the debate between Horus and Leon—— He believed that they were all adults, not uncontrollable children; on the one hand, it was the season of regular webway affairs lately.
"Yes, Perturabo," Horus said, speaking Cossonia for the first time in front of several brothers. His fighting spirit was cold and sharp, slicing his nerves and Will, "We can still hold the future in the palm of our hands."
A wisp of fragrance floats from the corner of the Wandering Temple, gradually filling the bright light, like floating dust. Lorgar Aurelion used a small spoon to pick up a little natural frankincense made from plant juice from the incense boat, and sprinkled the light yellow spice on the charcoal of the incense burner.
"He is the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in Him will be resurrected." The man with the true words read softly, his voice a little hoarse than usual, "We commemorate and celebrate his life, and ask Him to comfort us in our sorrow. hearts, and give us the strength to continue our service to His children in the days to come. May the soul of Duncan Aho await us."
"Praise the Emperor." The remaining three people said one after another.
Then the man with the true word took a dish of holy oil and returned to the altar. After solemnly re-covering the black iron box, he dipped his fingers in a little fragrant holy oil and gently made the sign of the cross on the black iron box to request His blessing and spiritual nourishment.
He gently put down the reliquary, under the snow-white icon and candlestick in the center of the altar, "We pray that this place will be blessed and make it a place of remembrance, reflection, and seeking. We would like to come here All may find peace, and may their lives be enriched by it."
"Praise the Emperor."
Logar knelt down and kissed the edge of the altar. Then he stood up again, and Violet's eyes returned to tranquility.
"I will keep this phalange here for the time being, brothers," he said. "If there are more body parts, I also hope to bring them here to preserve his integrity. Please come today On this trip, if you are interested in continuing to discuss the next tactical mission and strategic goals, please move with me to the strategy room of the Harhabat Order."
On board the Law of Faith, Yuri. The original strategy room should have been this temple, not the secondary strategy room set up by the religious order. But Lorgar did not want a second quarrel to break out today, especially in front of the Second Primarch's phalanges.
"Of course," said Horus, "please lead us, Aurelion."
Lorgar smiled, her head illuminated by the golden inscriptions on her skin and the bright light in the sept. Dye into a golden color. "I look forward to murdering more heretics, my brother."
Leon glanced at Perturabo.
"Leon and I will follow shortly," Perturabo said, turning to face Leon El'Jonson as his brothers strode out of the sept.
"You don't seem too enthusiastic about their next military action, Leon."
The Lion King did not answer his question directly.
“This is not what you taught me,” Leon narrowed his eyes.
“What?”
Leon stepped down the steps and looked back under the steps, as if to take Perturabo and the altar beside him into his eyes.
“You taught me loyalty.”
He looked at the altar and said, the personal pronouns in his mouth seemed to have a clear direction.
“Be loyal to the orders of the Emperor, obey the instructions of Terra, and swear allegiance before the throne. Nothing more. Those trapped in brotherhood are frivolous by nature, and generals who form factions for personal gain are not respected. . Only the trials are worth facing, and only the worthy ones remain standing. Therefore, the Dark Angels are born, the first legion."
Since entering the cultural environment of human society, Leon's confusion continued to accumulate in his heart. Different from the malicious whispers in the forest, everyone hides many different faces: they waver when they claim to never waver, they linger when they claim to never back down, they retain selfishness in their declaration of loyalty, and they are afraid when they are talking and laughing. future.
Luther couldn't answer all his questions, and he didn't like the surprise and confusion that Luther subconsciously showed when facing his questions. He quickly understood that he could not allow his heart to be explored to this extent.
At the same time, he did not want to directly ask whether he had been deceived in some way.
Perturabo pondered for a moment: "Are you puzzled by Horus's abnormal mood, Leon?"
"He is just that kind of person." The Lion King said noblely Questions flashed across his face, "But are there mostly emotional people among the original bodies?"
"Maybe it's because...the Emperor gave us this part." Perturabo replied, "You What, Leon? What do you feel when you look at this reliquary?"
"I feel strange." Leon described his feelings, paused, and raised his eyebrows, "I don't understand."
Perturabo walked up to Leon and patted the lion 's arm: "He endowed us with the warmth of human emotion when He created us. If one decides to use it, it is to exercise the Emperor's gift. The same miraculous blood kinship between Primarchs."
He thought for a while: "Of course, if you want to ask for some more personal insights, Lorgar is right - you have only returned to human society for more than a year. According to some recorded experiences, this is a bit short. , nothing can be concluded yet. Horus is anxious."
"Good judgment," Leon nodded, "I understand."
"You understand?" Because the lion's answer was too straightforward, Perturabo suddenly became suspicious.
Leon El'Jonson nodded: "My heart is not warm. I am not one of them."
(End of this chapter)