Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 341 Drinking Together (Part )

The meeting with Sanguinius was a wonder for Horus Luperkar. 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.

Horus was certain, at least, that until Mortarion actually met him, the primarch had no desire for an additional member of his kind to keep him in check.

And he, at that time, 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 mind 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 do something else. .

"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 appealing?"

Horus took off his gloves. Sanguinius suddenly folded his wings: "You haven't told me who you are yet, and neither have I."

All that was left to Sanguinius was a copy of the contract, a truckload of wine samples, and a small bottle the length of a finger, probably only big enough for a sip, tied with a blue ribbon, marked as a separate gift to Sanguinius. Les's bright red special blood wine.

Sanguinius put away his small bottle alone and asked Tarik Torgadun, one of the members of the Council of Four Kings, the Second Captain, to condescend and push the cart of wine outside. He was in the sand plain. Go to the designated place.

He would miss the room, which was furnished with exquisite works of art and a pleasantly soft bed. The faucet was engraved with an Imperial Aquila and water flowed out at the turn of a tap. The room was spacious and bright, caring for the psychological needs of the Primarch. Anyone who doesn’t possess a dark design eccentricity like Conrad Coates can’t fault a comfortable home.

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.”

Horus stayed with Sanguinius, sharing with him the achievements of the Ninth Legion so far.

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 land with him on Baal. On the surface, inhabiting the rooms of the Baals.

As for the Emperor, he was only shown once to Sanguinius.

After all, Torgadon was the first bold enough to ask Sanguinius if they could have a sip of the wine as well.

"I am Sanguinius, from Baal, probably the Primarch of the Ninth Legion." Sanguinius said, taking Horus's outstretched hand, "Now you can touch my wings."

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.

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In the sky, Coze's fleet had 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.

The Blood Angel's few prophecies and Konrad Curze's nonsense - mainly the latter, had already given him an understanding of the current situation of his legion.

Under such a premise, it was not difficult for Sanguinius to hear Horus Luperkar's careful wording and his desire to maintain the reputation of the Ninth Legion without leaving any trace.

"Have you prepared your speech?" Horus asked. "Although this sounds strange, I still have the transcript of my speech on my data pad if you need to refer to it." "I have 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 pups making fun of me every day. At that time, they were all crying with tears in their eyes."

Sanguinius lowered his voice in response: "Do they know you left a file?"

"Of course," Horus leaned closer, "because on the way here, a few of them were still laughing and discussing how to share my video with you and introduce my speech script-it included Aspen The friendship within Tate, the mission of the empire, the brilliance of mankind, and other different sections.”

"And you hit me, 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 about it carefully, "the punishment of wearing a full set of ceremonial armor when you receive the legions?"

Sanguinius smiled briefly, and Horus keenly observed every change in his expression, and suddenly said firmly: "You are nervous."

Before Sanguinius could deny it, Horus continued: "No, don't deny it in a hurry, just let me save others for a while. I guess you prepared the speech, and prepared many copies, but not one Make you feel satisfied. In Baal, you hold all positions, political, military, and religious leaders, but you have not played such a role."

He took a breath, leaving the angel some time to think and breathe, and then continued: "You will face your heirs, and not just your heirs."

"They are a failed legion that has repeatedly hit the wall, although they have never lived up to the Emperor's duty. They shed blood in desperate wars, and in the end because of their brutal mission of destruction, they had to be cut up and disorganized by the Ministry of War."

"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 is just relying on the inherent will and command, like a stubborn beast, to survive those unlucky sufferings without any purpose. "

"But they are still a copy of you, a shrunken, countless, scarred version of Sanguinius. They share a similar appearance and a similar essence to you. The way they look at you is exactly the same. It’s the tens of thousands of rays of light that are reflected and split when you look at yourself in the mirror.”

He paused for a moment, blinked, and completed his conclusion: "So, what I mean is, you will have similar eyes, and they will definitely be more nervous than you, so that they won't notice that you are also nervous."

The gap caused by the conclusion made Sanguinius feel a sudden light in his heart. He laughed and cursed: "What kind of consolation is this!"

"I think I'm pretty 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 the Death Guard."

"How did he do it?" Sanguinius asked.

"I was rushing towards you at the time and was not present. However, I heard that he relied on his knowledge of chemistry to develop a drink similar in quality to Barbarus poison wine, and then distributed it everywhere during the first meeting ceremony."

"Sounds a lot like what I would do."

"I don't think you are the kind of person who would poison wine," Horus touched 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 think of no greater honor. But let me meet my warriors first."

He looked up and glanced out the window, "Start early, I don't want them to still be standing outside at night."

(End of this chapter)