God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing the ominous words of the Eleven Legion Prototype, Makado's shoulders loosened.

"I know, this is very unfair to you."

The palmprinter raised his hand.

"Come on, walk with my old fogey."

They continued to walk along the wall, looking at the entire plain of the Himalayas.

There, in the south, the huge spire of the black office building can be seen just above the dark horizon, just outside the light of the spaceport.

Then the palmprinter stopped.

"Xerxes, do you regret it? If you want to quit now, you can stop immediately. I will explain to the God Emperor in the future."

said with a smile.

"Handprinter, you always try to...master the truth."

"I think if we have taught us anything in the past years, it is that ignorance can still be It hurts us most deeply, and denying its harm will only lead to more mountains of daggers and seas of flames. The so-called less talk is better, and more talk is lost."

The original body is nodded.

"Be wary and reticent, so that others will forget the truth. It feels a lot like you, Master Palmprinter, and like my father."

"But I also know very well. , Never, never underestimate the harm a plausible truth can cause... The secret of stability is to know which truth should be buried, which record should be burned, which announcement should be denied, and any opposition Your people’s preaching of fallacy is a

stupid way of inciting the family. Small contradictions are reasonable and beneficial, like a pinch of salt in a porridge. It makes the whole meal easier to swallow."

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Xerxes chuckled several times.

"So I always say, I never regret it, even if it will make me and my Legion consigned to eternal damnation, but I choose to believe in you and my father."

Speaking, the original body turned around and put his hands on the guardrail, looking at the distant horizon, feeling lost.

"Handprinter, you said, if I die someday, will father leave me with even a statue?"

"Your father will make you immortal Existing, you are too sentimental."

"Ha."

The original body chuckled first, followed by a long sigh.

"The Milky Way is in trillions of years, and there is no one who is immortal."

"Ai, you--"

Suddenly, the original body turned its head , Looked at Makado with a serious expression.

"Handprinter, if one day I really die because of our plan, you must pay attention to Horus, because he will be full of resentment and resentment. He will retaliate, no matter what form It's hard to know, but he will definitely act."

Makado lowered his eyes and said nothing.

In an instant, many pictures were broken, and the world was also broken, but they were immediately reorganized at a faster speed.

Boom!

The door of the hall was slammed open, and the strength and rage even made the burly attendants shrink back.

"The Palmprinter!"

A giant roared, striding in, his footsteps sounded like armor thunder, and the black wolf skin drifted with his movement—this is it Sixteen Legion The most notable feature of Horus, the original body of the Shadowmoon Wolf.

"You better explain it!"

Several gathered lords and bureaucrats immediately jumped from their positions around the debate table. The Primarch’s anger was enough to make almost any Mortals were scared to tears and confessed.

However, Macado is still sitting on his tall wooden throne, staring calmly.

"Alpharis, you did it, I guess."

Beside Horus came the Lord of Alpha Legion, the gorgeous blue etiquette Glowing, the original body of Twenty Legion did not answer, but moved towards the officers who retreated from the posts on both sides of the gate sneered-they were the only armed personnel in this room, and lifted him up

The idea of ​​our locked laser rifle never flashed through their minds.

Horus ignored everything and walked to the far end of the round table. The wolf skin hung on his huge ceramic shoulder armor hangs down when the original body raises a accusing finger.

"Dear Uncle, you have to give me an explanation."

Suddenly, there were shouts in the corridor outside the hall, and more armored warriors were approaching. A golden shield bearer is pouring into the field of vision.

They stopped at the door and looked at the room slightly confused.

"Master Regent."

One of them shouted, watching the three Primarchs vigilantly, with one hand on the end of the hilt.

"Do you need our help?"

Makado's fingers tapped on the smooth tabletop, never removing Horus' cold eyes.

"No, there is nothing I can't deal with here, thank you for your diligence and care, you can go back on duty."

The forbidden army raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded.

"Listen to it,"

He whispered, and motioned out several courtiers who were obviously more embarrassed.

Others also seized this opportunity. The hall was quickly emptied, and Makado then cast sharp glares at the third Primarch.

Khan, the original body of the white-scarred Legion, bowed his head respectfully in response, then walked around the edge of the low ceiling hall in a large circle, and then closed all the doors behind him.

"The same is true for you, Chagatai?"

Makado sighed and wrinkled his lips.

"What made you rush to the throne world so quickly, even when the Astral Whisperers couldn't contact your expeditionary army when we needed it?"

"My brother summon, and I respond."

Khan replied in his slightly accented Gothic, and casually leaned on a Dali stone pillar.

"That’s how you made us, didn’t you?"

After that, their conversation was interrupted by Horus's roar impatiently, and the Primarch appeared gnashing teeth.

"Now, you have to answer me, Palmprinter! I won't ask about second time again."

"I guess."

Makado belt Tired to answer.

"You mean the work being done by the Masons' Guild on Qunying Square?"

Horuston glared at him.

"You know what I mean! This is an insult! Do you think we, my other brother and me, will let all this go into obscurity? You have exceeded your authority, old man, you can’t just do it... Erase history. If my father heard about this, he would—"

"What makes you think God Emperor doesn't know about this?"

Makado interrupted On the other side, no mortal would dare to interrupt a Primarch.

"I cannot act as his loyal servant just because the order was not given by him personally?"

Horus shook his head, an angry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Please don’t lie in front of me, you and your accomplices are taking great pains to conceal this matter from the War Council and the others in Imperium. These commands have no seal of Aquila or Throne. Xi."

Then, the original body of Sixteen Legion clung to the edge of the table with his Iron Fist hands and leaned against it, the ancient redwood creaked under the heavy pressure. Rattle.

"Then tell me, convince me, what right do you have to try to remove one of the twenty large statues on Quarry Square! Do you want to erase my beloved brother? This is a monument to my accomplishments. , And it is also a symbol of inspiring all mankind. This glory also has his share, no matter what he has done!!"

Makado suddenly got up from his seat.

"Glory?"

The palmprinter made a bitter smile. Those words stung him more deeply than everyone in the room thought, but he couldn't show it.

"I never realized--"

Just as Soshian was gazing at the scene, an old voice suddenly rang in his ears, and he turned his head, scared Jump.

The palmprinter is standing beside him, and he seems to be staring at the scene at this moment.

After that, his dry lips let out a sigh.

"The seeds of rebellion took root at this moment. Horus' hatred of me became a thorn in his heart and turned into hatred of his father, which was finally used by Evil God. ."