Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

“You should ask yourself that.”

Horus smiled and encouraged the mortal, "You should think for yourself, just like me."

Noah sighed, looked up at Horus, and suddenly said:

"There is a saying in ancient Terra that a strict father produces a filial son, while a kind mother often spoils her son."

Horus didn't know why the mortal suddenly said this, and echoed:

"That makes sense."

The mortal asked again:

"So, do you think you are a loser or a filial son?"

"Filial son." Horus said solemnly.

"How can you be sure that you are not a loser?"

"My horse is dead." Horus said calmly.

what!

Horus exclaimed in surprise. How could Horus say it so naturally?

But the logic is coherent.

Since mortals say that a loving mother often has a bad son, how could Horus be a bad son since he doesn’t even have a mother?

The mortal held the power sword in his right hand and pressed the button to disassemble the position:

"Will you give in?"

"No!"

Horus looked at the mortal warily and said in a deep voice, "I will not surrender! Nothing can make me surrender!"

Horus stared at the sword in the mortal's hand. If any mortal dared to swing the sword, Horus would let the mortal know the consequences of daring to swing the sword against the Warmaster!

"But you've given in, haven't you?"

Noah's expression was slightly melancholy, with golden flames burning on his body, extending all the way to his sword.

Horus looked puzzled:

"This is my father's power, my father's sword! But why is it so small? Who are you?"

Horus heard the mortal say:

"Look up at the sky."

Horus raised his head and saw five suns in the sky.

Black, purple, green, red, and blue.

What's so surprising about this?

Horus did not understand why the mortal made Horus look up.

Horus lowered his head and saw a stream at the bottom of the hillside. The body of an Astartes warrior was stranded on the shallows of the river bank, rising and falling with the tide.

The corpse was face down, and Horus could not recognize him, but he felt inexplicably familiar with him.

Who is that?

Horus subconsciously walked down the hillside and tried to climb over the corpse.

But the mortal stood before Horus, the sword in his hand twined with golden flames.

Horus stopped and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you going to do? Kill me?"

"No, I'm saving you." Noah said seriously.

Horus asked: "How are you going to save him?"

"First, you have to remember who you are."

"I am Horus."

"anything else?"

"What else?"

"Your last name."

Noah gave a hint, "Leman Russ, Lion Jonson, Rogal Dorn, Robert Guilliman, each of them has a last name."

Horus said as a matter of course:

"Sanguinius didn't have it, nor did Perturabo, Angron, Mortarion, Magnus, nor did any of them, nor did I."

"You have."

"NO, I have not."

Horus frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Noah sighed:

"You have completely forgotten!"

"What do you mean?" Horus asked.

Horus did not remember forgetting anything.

"Okay, let's start from the beginning. Do you remember where you were born?"

"Cosonia."

"Do you remember how you got your name?"

"Of course, I killed my adopted father, remembered my name, and my mission."

"what is that?"

"Save all mankind, save the galaxy!" Horus said in a deep voice.

Noah shook his head:

"If your name is Horus, then you can only set the galaxy on fire!"

Horus smiled:

"So you're trying to make me remember a last name I don't have?"

"You have."

Noah said stubbornly.

Horus now has only half, called Horus, and the other half is in Horus's surname.

If Horus could not remember his last name, he would lose his other half forever.

"What's my last name?" Horus asked.

"You have to remember it yourself."

Horus said with interest:

"Can't you tell me?"

Noah asked back, "Even if I told you, would you believe it?"

"That's true." Horus nodded. Horus really would not believe the nonsense of mortals.

Noah pondered for a long time and said slowly:

"Then I'll try another approach."

Horus looked at the bodies in the stream and said:

"Can't it wait a while? I have to see how he's doing!"

Noah glanced at the corpse in the stream and said indifferently:

"What's so good about a dead man? You have to remember your last name. This is the Emperor's request!"

"The Emperor..."

Horus looked at the sword burning with golden flames in Noah's hand and fell silent.

This is indeed the power of the Emperor. This at least shows that the mortal in front of him is the Emperor's spokesperson, but what exactly does he want to say?

How was Horus supposed to recall a last name that Horus didn't have?

Horus felt puzzled, and he looked at the mortal quietly.

"How are you going to make me remember?" Horus decided to cooperate with the mortal.

"First, start with your brothers."

"Who?"

Noah pondered:

"It's the subhuman, red-skinned one, with only one eye, a big one, like..."

He sternly corrected:

"My brother is not Ogryn."

Noah blinked:

"I didn't say he was Ogryn, you said that."

"No, that's exactly what you said."

"What did I say?"

"You said he was the One-Eyed Red Pioglin."

"When?"

"at……"

He stopped abruptly. When was it?

"This is a great start. Let's talk about the next one, children with intellectual disabilities."

He scolded harshly:

"You can't laugh at my brother like that!"

Noah asked back, "Who do you think I'm talking about?"

"Angron, don't think I don't know you are taunting him!"

"Okay, if Angron is a mentally retarded child, then who is Perturabo?"

"A weirdo." He blurted out, then realized his mistake and changed his words:

"Perturabo just isn't good with words!"

Noah raised his eyebrows:

"It's getting better. What is Coze?"

"Deranged Batman."

He fell into deep thought, wondering how on earth he could come up with these nicknames without even thinking about it.

Noah was amazed:

"You talk about your brother behind his back like that, so what are you?"

He was silent for a long time, then gave his answer:

"A filial son with Alzheimer's disease."

He began to doubt his life:

"So I really forgot?"

"Yes."

"What's my last name then?" he asked Noah for help.