Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 57 Wolf Shepherd

Horus looked out the porthole into the universe.

Through the clear glass of Bucephalus, a brown-green planet gradually enlarged outside the window.

First, a tiny dark speck entered the extraordinary observation range of the Primarch in the universe, then the spot turned into a circle, the circle turned into a sphere, and the sphere expanded more and more, like the smile of an old man, pushing a layer of dark green mountains on the surface of the planet Layers upon layers.

Scattered cities are lined up on the mountains, forming a perfect transition with the natural color, like exquisite decorations carved with bricks and stones, dotted all over the planet, symbolizing the footprints and achievements of human beings.Among them is a city that is particularly eye-catching and cannot be seen clearly in space, but the distribution of exquisite color blocks in the city still attracts Horus' attention.

Finally, at the core of the mountain, a crystal white bright spot came into his sight.

When the snow-capped mountains came into his eyes, Horus got up from the window, ready to land.

Olympia, Perturabo.

Anyone with a certain level of intelligence in Horus's position could deduce that the Lord of Terra had created twenty sons, not to mention the innate wisdom of Horus himself.

Before that, he often wondered which brother would be the second to return to his father and end his time alone with his father.

Are you as good at fighting as he is, or are you more interested in other trivial matters?Proud, or soft?Elegant, or barbaric?Taller or shorter than him?Is he more similar to his father, or does he have another personality?
This would sometimes make him immersed in thought until his heir woke him up and reminded him with simple jokes that it was time to review the troops.

And today, it was time to meet his first brother.

Bucephalus was moored in orbit, and the landing ship was waiting in the flagship. Horus patted the fur of the wolf on his shoulder, not only to soothe the wolf's fur, but also let the warm and friendly thick fur soothe his own beating heart.As the distance between the fleet and Olympia narrowed, he gradually felt the presence of another brother with certainty.

He discarded some unnecessary sourness and mobilized more expectations.

The Emperor waited for him, and Malcador was not there, nor were the Custodians in golden armor.That's fine, he'll be enjoying the moment with his dad together with his loved ones.

The process of coming to the ground was very short. He followed the emperor to put his boots on the top of the snow-capped mountain that never melted all year round, and set foot in the crystal snow cap that had never been reached by anyone.The white and dazzling snowflakes leave deep gray footprints due to gravity.

He was standing behind the emperor, and the wind was coming from his side, so he stepped forward and stood in the direction of the wind blowing beside the emperor.

The waiting process was both long and short. It seemed that it only took a few minutes. Two black figures appeared at the foot of the distant mountain. The peak is approaching.The taller ones walk more slowly than the shorter ones.

As the rock became steeper, the tall man used his hands to climb the rock wall. Under the violent mountain wind, the cloak on the back of the light armor was raised high and violently swayed into a fluttering banner.

A thought suddenly jumped into Horus's mind, that is, it was not the first time that this man climbed a cliff and touched his destiny through this ritual-like form.

The emperor's light shone faintly, and his tall figure was the object Horus looked up to.He wondered how the brother would communicate his father's presence to him, but there was one thing he was more curious about.

That was beside the tall one, the flyer who seemed to be suspended in the air, and the black robe was like an eagle with spread wings.

He quietly looked at the Emperor, and the Emperor obviously saw the man who was not extraordinary.

Under the cover of the golden light, Horus was not sure whether the emperor's expression produced fluctuations born of sorrow.He quickly put aside distracting thoughts, and quietly experienced the burning air inhaled by his lungs at the peak of a 9000-meter mountain where the lack of oxygen is enough to suffocate to death.

Soon after, the climber's figure began to shake slightly.Horus knew it wasn't his fault, the summit of Mount Teleforth had almost nowhere to fall.

The climbers used their hand armor to carve out the landing point in the outward part of the slope, and relied on the power of a few fingers to hang and rise unwaveringly.And the flyer is beside the climber, floating indifferently.

For a moment Horus was offended by the scene, and then he suppressed his arrogant prejudice with chagrin.

He shouldn't rush to judge a brother he doesn't know, and the way the brother gets along with his companions, unless that brother is really too absurd and barbaric-this one is obviously not.

Then, the flyer raised his head and made eye contact with Horus.

For a brief moment, Horus smelled a dangerous atmosphere, and he carefully remembered this.

The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the more signs of urgency the climbers showed. Horus had reason to believe that he had caught a glimpse of his father's glory through the gaps in the rocks. At the same time, he also confirmed that it was his brother.

The long climb had in a way proven part of the brother's character: indestructible, persistent as iron.A warm passion began to surge in Horus' heart, and he moved forward a little, waiting for his brother to arrive.

As for the Flyer, Horus believed that the Emperor would know who he was.

One gauntleted hand grasped the edge of the rocky summit, then another.Although Horus is not good at forging, but relying on part of his innate knowledge, on such a primitive wilderness planet with low industrial level, whoever can create such exquisite hand armor linked by links must be with him. He is also different from everyone.

Then Horus saw a rather young face, with icy blue eyes that matched the extreme cold of the place.

In an instant, the owner of the blue eyes turned over and climbed up the cliff.

A young man who was a little shorter than Horus and a few years younger threw the black cloak that wrapped around his arms behind him, and the bright yellow fringe flashed past.

The young man's chest heaved as he climbed, but his steps were as steady as an anvil, just as his calm demeanor was unwavering.

His face was as extraordinary and handsome as Horus himself, but the awe-inspiring expression weakened the perfection of his face and replaced it with a cold stone-like oppression. When he glanced around, Horus was sure that what was going on in his delicate brain There are thousands of plans for how the guns should be arranged here.

Horus felt a slight discomfort in his heart. In the young man, he saw the prototype of another leader, another war master.He struggled to imagine how his brother would contribute to the Emperor's cause rather than how the Emperor would love his brother.

The Emperor sensed his intentions, and Horus knew he could.While he was ashamed, he was also a little happy to be watched, but of course, none of this was shown.

He smiled brightly at his brother.

And the young man finally spoke, his Gothic language did not contain the slightest extra accent, it was precise and stable, no machine on Terra and Mars could deviate from every word like his language.

The cold and sarcastic tone of the young man's speech made Horus nervous as if he had been pierced by molten iron. He forced himself to accept this new brother and let him share his father's attention - at this time the emperor Most of the emperor's attention has fallen on the young man.

"Are you my creator?" said the young man. "I am Perturabo. I have been waiting for you for many years."

Perturabo glanced at Horus: "You are my brother, I can feel it."

When Horus thought it was his turn to introduce himself as his brother, Perturabo said the third sentence to the Emperor: "Mors just refused to come to see you. Do you know him?"

(End of this chapter)