Chapter 173 Oh! He believed it!

When the reassuring Sejanus and the ridiculous Torgadon arrived side by side on the top deck of the Vengeful Spirit, they happened to see how Abaddon manipulated Hercules little by little.

Kurt dragged him to the arena.

Ezekiel's face was filled with an extremely happy smile. When he received permission from his genetic father and another Primarch, he happily dragged away the son of Morgan who was obsessed with his job.

:The expression on his face was that of a happy wild dog dragging the carcass of a dead deer.

"Look at that body~"

The two Luna Wolves stood far away, so as to keep a seemingly safe distance from their shameful brother, but this did not prevent Togaton from quietly admiring.

"He is probably almost as tall as the original body. I think his arms can even pinch a green-skinned warboss to death. If you look at his thighs, they are almost as thick as my waist."

"Throne, how does he look...it is said that he is just a new recruit?"

"You can't be considered a new recruit. At the very least, he fought the war with Ran Dan from beginning to end."

"That's not really a recruit. I remember his name is Hector?"

"Yes, Hector, the second fleet from the second legion, that unit that can always do some ruthless things and show effects on the battlefield, you should be more careful about our friendly forces, Tariq, I

I remember that his reputation spread a few years ago."

Sejanus's words echoed gently in the empty corridor, and around him were a dazzling array of works of art: those marble statues were worshiped by mortal artists attached to the Luna Wolf Legion.

Carving and praising the majestic appearance of Horus and his descendants in exchange for the qualification to continue to participate in this mythical Great Crusade.

Some Luna Wolves will be extremely addicted to these exquisite records. They will toss and turn for the most suitable posture to be recorded, scolding the craftsman over and over again to start over, but Sejanus never cares.

These things: Although he, like Abaddon, is a great warrior among the Luna Wolves Legion, his achievements are second only to Horus.

"At that time, their most famous newcomer was not Dilumdu, the guy who could kill through a fortress alone. But I heard that his ability to cooperate in combat was amazing. No matter who he cooperated with, he could win in the end.

A complete disaster."

"Yes, Asimander and I have reacted to this, but I still have to tell you, my dear Tariq, it is not a good thing to speak ill of someone behind their back, especially when the mother of that person's genes is now so far away

We are less than ten meters away."

Tarik-Torgadon exhaled a big mouthful of hot breath, and he didn't take Sejanus's condemnation to heart at all.

"It's really interesting. Although the Primarch doesn't look that tall, there are always some monsters among her descendants, whether it's Diarmuid or Hector..."

"...Tell me, who is stronger between the two of them?"

"I don't care about the answer to this question, Tariq. Strength and weakness can never be decided without any basis. The outcome of a battle can be affected by too many things... Well, I think, he must

Not as handsome as Diarmui."

Hector's solemn and regular face came to Sejanus' mind. This Morgan's beloved son actually didn't look bad, but when Sejanus compared his appearance with Diarmuid's,

after……

Shake his head.

There's no comparison at all.

"Tsk, that's true."

On the other side, Tariq recalled his past experiences with the same words and couldn't help but nodded seriously.

"Diarmuid's face, even if it were placed on the Emperor's Children or the Blood Angels, would be impressive, not to mention that boy is so good at fighting, although I don't think he can actually fight me.

"

Sejanus curled his lips. He did not respond to these boring words. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Abaddon and Hector: these two big guys were arguing and almost disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Now, it seems that Ezekiel can't wait to compete with the characters of the Second Legion in the arena again: for the past few decades, this has been the favorite activity of the beloved son of Horus.

He wasn't worried that Abaddon would lose: the Terran veterans of the second regiment were indeed terrifying, but if Abaddon couldn't defeat a newcomer with better talent, then his more than seventy-year career as a warrior would be really terrible.

Leman Russ.

Besides, even if you really can't beat it, isn't there still the invincible Terminator Armor?

"It looks like our little Ezekel has finally found his beloved little bone again."

Togaton's sneer lingered in Sejanus's ears.

"I remember that he used to like this kind of fighting game, and he also developed a wrestling association in the Second Legion?"

"Yes, but this association has been disbanded now. After all, those martial lunatics who are willing to accompany him to go crazy are all members of the Fifth Fleet. They have been lost in the subspace storm for a long time."

"Ah, you said that, I remembered that group of lunatics from the Second Regiment. It is said that they are more terrifying in battle than the previous ghouls and the current war dogs. If you can use a chain saw ax, you must not use a chain.

Saw sword, if you can use chain sword, you definitely don’t need bolt gun..."

As he said that, Togaton couldn't help but look forward.

There, his genetic father Horus was sharing the top observation deck on the Vengeful Spirit with Morgan, the primarch of the Second Legion. They were very close, leaning on the specially reinforced

On the railing, there were bursts of laughter.

The Wolf Shepherd God had obviously reached an interesting stage of conversation. He was smiling and raising one of his hands, proudly showing off the old gold ring on his hand, and enjoying the indifferent smile of his blood relative.

And there is a trace of envy and desire in the blue pupils that is not easy to detect.

"Our Lord Horus is showing off his Sagittarius again."

Togaton laughed.

"Every time he meets a new original body, he will do this once, but think about it, if I were him, I would definitely do this once to every brother."

Sejanus also smiled, but he just snorted slightly. At this time, his eyes were traveling on Morgan: Although he and Morgan had known each other for a long time and had a genuine friendship, but with a

Looking at her from a perspective that requires respect, you can still see something different.

Compared to his genetic father, and even compared to other primarchs in his memory, this Ms. Morgan inevitably looks a little too thin. Anyone's first reaction to her would be something like "weak" and "gentle".

] and other words: These words may not mean much in themselves, but they are only unsuitable to describe a Primarch.

It seems that the Lord of the Second Legion may fall into some rumors about her strength in the future, but Sejanus maintains a rare calmness: he remembers very clearly that in his

In comparison with the Gene Father, the skin that looks weak hides a monster named [Soul Drinker].

Soul Drinker.

These three words alone represent the danger and power of the legion: when the Randan War was in full swing, Horus briefly discussed the strength of the Soul Drinkers with his Council of Four Kings.

.

At that time, no one knew the identity of Morgan's original body, but despite this, based on the intelligence circulated at the time and their own deductions, the Luna Wolves still came to a very terrifying conclusion:

With the combat power displayed by the [Soul Drinkers], if the Luna Wolf Legion did not have Horus to control the formation and successfully execute the beheading at the first opportunity, then their casualties would most likely be... [Unacceptable]

level.

Thinking about it now, if Morgan is the same psionic original as Magnus, then this inference is extremely accurate: beneath that seemingly weak and gentle beauty, it is enough to destroy the legion, the kingdom and the world.

, the most terrible natural disaster.

Anyone who underestimates her, anyone who is deceived by her appearance and smile, will pay an unimaginable price.

Thinking of this, Sejanus even glanced at his smiling genetic father with some worry, but soon he shook his head and dispelled his confusion.

The Wolf Shepherd is not one of those mediocre people.

Sejanus thought so.

At this moment, he heard Togaton's sincere confusion.

"If you think about it carefully, it's actually quite interesting, Sejanus."

"The Primarch of the Second Legion in front of us is actually not very similar to many of the soldiers of the Second Legion we know. Haven't you noticed?"

A few rays of light flashed across Sejanus' pupils.

"In fact, the Primarch and his descendants may not have more similarities. The close relationship between Tarik, Lord Horus and us is just an extra kind of luck. That's why we have lucky people like Amancid."

.”

"Besides, do you think about Sanguinius?"

"Before Sanguinius returned, who would have thought that the bloodthirsty and notorious ghoul army would have such a genetic father?"

"That's true."

Togaton nodded.

"To tell you the truth, when I first saw Baal, I was actually quite surprised that that kind of place could still be inhabited by people, and that it could still have the inherited civilization and wine. Our Lord Sanguinius could survive in such a windy sand

Now that I think about it, I am surprised that someone who grew up in hell could become such a flawless being."

"Cthonia isn't much better, haven't you forgotten? But our genetic father grew up there, and you and I grew up there too."

"That's true... According to this, good men can come out of poor mountains and poor waters?"

"It has nothing to do with that."

Sejanus once again looked at the two primarchs who were chatting happily: Your Majesty, except Lord Sanguinius, his genetic father has never been able to talk to a blood relative he just met.

To this point.
To be continued...