Chapter 172 Killing and counter-killing

While the Glory Queen-class battleship [Unyielding Truth] was trembling under the wrath of the original body, another Glory Queen-class battleship [Vengeance Spirit] had already carried Paris and Helen in the star sea and sailed once again.

Entering the galaxy called Tuckers.

In fact, calling this place a [Galaxy] is too reluctant. After all, the existence named Tuckers is now dead and has been completely swallowed up by the rolling torrent of subspace, whether it is stars, worlds, or the most tragic war.

Any trace of it is the most fragile existence in front of the supreme sky that can wipe out any time and space.

When the fleet of the Luna Wolves sailed through this galaxy that was a boundless purgatory a few days ago, what appeared in front of them was only the chaotic vortex of subspace and a few scattered pieces of world debris. It was a battle of

The last vestiges of the gluttonous feast in the subspace were shrouded in the deepest darkness without the light of stars.

If not each of them had personally beheaded the warrior Randan just now, then every Son of Horus would not believe that a war would have broken out here, and it was the most tragic war in the entire galaxy.

: It was enough to kill tens of thousands of Astartes warriors, and in the aftermath went on to kill a large number of Imperial elites, including a thousand Custodes.

There were tens of thousands of Astartes warriors, hundreds of warships, hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliary soldiers, and alien armies and fleets several times that number, all perished in successive strangulation battles, and they

Their bodies and their blood have now been completely swallowed up by the waves of subspace: except for the memories in the minds of the living, there are no traces left to prove that they survived and fought.

Humanity conquered its home planet, and then conquered the stars and the Milky Way: and it was conquered again. However, in the face of the mighty power of subspace, human beings seemed to have returned to the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago.

Powerless in the face of natural disasters, the fear and nightmare come from the blood.

Thinking about it this way, the power in this subspace is more terrifying than most things in the real universe: but fortunately, they are just a group of beings that are similar to natural disasters and have no self-awareness, and they can definitely do it

Avoidance and reasonable use.

This is what Horus thought as his eyes passed over the hole that was once the star of Tax.

For the subspace, the Wolf God has no more interest and related knowledge. Most of his understanding of those moody spaces comes from his brother Magnus: the Emperor always dislikes being with his heirs.

Mentioning those weird places is just like he doesn't like those fanatical beliefs taking root in his own country.

In Magnus's words, subspace has never been an overly dangerous place, or a place that requires extra precautions: Horus believed in his brother's wisdom, and the king of Prospero was after all an expert in this field, and his judgment

It is more authoritative than any books, monuments and papers.

In addition, neither Horus nor the Luna Wolves have ever shown their talents in psychic abilities. Therefore, Horus regarded Magnus's attitude and Magnus' knowledge as

This gave him his knowledge and power in psychic powers: this is exactly what the Wolf Shepherd is good at.

Horus may not be the best in many aspects, but he has such ability and charm that the most outstanding brothers can become his partners and his strength.

Therefore, the Shepherd God is perfect and has no fatal flaws; the Wolf Shepherd God is the best and has no possibility of disappointing his genetic father; the Wolf Shepherd God is the center of attention, and no brother can challenge him in the competition.

The emperor's place in the hearts of everyone.

Horus did it, he succeeded in doing it all, and peacefully enjoyed the family ties of being the Emperor's favorite son, and the honor and status of the leader of the Primarchs: the former in particular was something he regarded as a treasure and maintained the relationship.

This special status that is enough to satisfy him is what Horus wants to do now and in the future.

This is not easy.

He could not relax, be proud of his achievements, nor turn a blind eye to any of his brothers: Horus did not allow himself to do this, and he forced himself to work harder to maintain this dream-like happy time:

The emperor's favor.

Brotherly love.

Admired by all.

The nobility of the legion.

He didn't want to throw away any of them.

Therefore, he must continue to work hard.

Start right... right in front of you.

The Wolf God's eyes turned and looked to the other side: his somewhat short sisters were standing there, witnessing the completely dead Tuckers Galaxy.

He laughed.

"What are you thinking about, Morgan?"

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【War, and sacrifice.】

Morgan's cold words echoed in Horus's ears. The Wolf Shepherd listened attentively and observed his blood relatives.

When dealing with new acquaintances, Wolf Shepherd will always believe his first impression: he is proud of it.

Just like when he first met Sanguinius, he knew that the brother from Baal would be his best friend.

Their friendship will last until the end of time, or until the end of one of their lives.

In addition, Horus had not come into contact with some strange brothers, but he maintained a valuable friendship with most of them: at least they were not enemies.

Even Jonson: Horus knew that the lion of Caliban was not unusually convinced of him, but he was also convinced that Jonson did not hate him, they were just a little indifferent to each other.

No one could hate Horus: this was the thing that made Horus most proud.

Morgan, too.

When Horus followed Morgan's line of sight and looked at the remaining wreckage, he stretched out his hand and patted his blood sister on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Morgan, no one will forget all this. Your efforts, as well as the efforts and sacrifices of every participant in the war, will be remembered on any merit column."

[Including the Spirit of Vengeance?]

"certainly."

Horus responded without any hesitation or hesitation.

"Although the merits of Ran Dan's war belong to you and Jonson, to the First Legion, to Leman Russ, Vulkan and their heirs, I will also remember it in my heart, and any sacrifice should be remembered in my heart.

The blood of the loyal should never be shed in vain."

When the Wolf God said these sonorous and powerful words, his heart and will were fiery: Morgan could feel that Horus had no selfish motives at this time, and he was feeling everything in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

, made his promise.

As his eyes wandered through the remaining wreckage, Morgan could even see a glimmer of regret: the regret of missing out on a great war.

"I have fought by the Emperor's side for thirty years, and have led my legions against various powerful opponents, but I have never achieved such a legendary feat, and I have never seen so much blood shed.

"

"In a sense, I even envy Zhuangson, he is lucky."

Horus spoke these words, and it was at this time that the Luna Wolves fleet began another jump, away from this galaxy that might be in danger at any time.

With everything in the Tuckers galaxy being left behind, the Shepherd God and his blood relatives continued their previous activities: they strolled casually in the corridors of the [Spirit of Vengeance], admiring the things engraved in paintings and

There are numerous achievements on the statue, and using these past victories and achievements as an opportunity, Horus told his blood relatives everything about the empire in detail.

Horus' steps were further forward, and his direction determined the path forward for the two primarchs.

He introduced his legion, his Luna Wolves, and his greatest pride: he told those great achievements one by one in the manner of a father and a general. Along with his words and steps, the two genetic originals

The body walks along the most glorious corridors, and both sides are filled with the great victories of the Luna Wolves Legion fighting side by side with various friendly forces.

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Only two attendants of the Legion followed behind them: Abaddon and Hector, standing side by side in a suitable position as guards and followers of their respective Primarchs.

From the moment the two Astartes warriors met, Abaddon's eyes flickered over Hector's body from time to time.

Look at this height, and then look at these powerful arms, why has he never seen such a person in the Second Legion before? He can even imagine what kind of power such a body and talent would contain... Oh my god...

Let him think about where the nearest arena is from here... No... No, no, no... Abaddon, you are on a mission!

Seriously! You have to be serious!

Don't think about it... Well... He remembered that if he turned left at the fork in front of the road, he would arrive at an arena...

…Don’t think about it!

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[Did you and Abaddon achieve this victory together?]

"Ah, there was Togaton, but he wasn't in the camera at the time."

"Of course, this victory is also due to your soldiers. Have you seen those soldiers in silver-white armor? They are the assault echelons from the Second Legion. The strength and speed of these Terran veterans are impressive."

In front of his blood relatives, Horus explained these victories with a smile. They passed many paintings and photos, all of which depicted the most exaggerated victories: Horus and his legions stood against unimaginable enemy forces.

On top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, they laughed loudly, and there were always those silver-white figures around them.

When they turned a corner in the corridor, the records of those Silver Warriors and Luna Wolves fighting side by side suddenly increased. Horus introduced them with great enthusiasm, and he was very familiar with these joint victories.

"This is the Battle of Otawa. A large company of mine and a large company of yours destroyed the entire Greenskin Empire in three days."

"This is the great purge that took place in the Fulcris galaxy. Among your descendants, a warrior named Diarmuid stood out. He single-handedly defeated a rebel fortress. I personally awarded him a medal.

.”

"This is a siege that took place in the Tinako Maelstrom area. You and my legion, as well as the reinforcements from the Seventh Legion, fought side by side for more than ten months before all the alien fortresses were eradicated: Do you remember

That soldier Dilumudo became the company commander after the battle."
To be continued...