Chapter 177 The Blond Beast (3)

"Bezath has fallen, my dearest brothers, it has fallen at the feet of me and my heirs, to the invincible might of the Emperor and the Imperium, and has become our kingdom.

Another strong proof of where destiny lies.”

"I knocked it down, and knocked down all those who dared to be enemies of the Emperor. With my strength, words and nobility, I conquered this world with only seven of my descendants."

"I will not hide it from you, my brothers, this is not an easy or easy task. On the contrary, it is difficult and dangerous, but despite this, I still completed it."

"I think now, no one should be able to question whether my heirs and I can independently join the Great Crusade and fight for the Emperor and Terra?"

"What do you think, Heydrich?"

The blood in the scarlet cup reflects the gentle light, and the silver hair more dazzling than that light: and this color, more beautiful than the best Macragge silk, belongs to the Phoenician Phoenix of course,

The only darling that the proud Imperial Sky Eagle pays attention to.

It is almost impossible to describe the pride and beauty of the Lord of the Third Legion in mortal language, but fortunately, the current Phoenician Phoenix is ​​not that unattainable figure: he has just left Shadow Moon

Out of the protection, guidance and shadow of the Wolf Lord, there are only hundreds of commendable veterans and a large number of new blood from Holy Terra and Chemos.

But this does not prevent the son of the Emperor, known as Fulgrim, from proudly raising his head and leading his new generation of Nirvana army to walk alone into the void, towards the unknown, and towards victory.

Everyone was against this: Fulgrim clearly remembered that a full seven Primarchs had spoken out to him, questioning the power of the Emperor's Children, and among them, his blond brother confided

His words were the most harsh and saddened to him.

And now, after his victory, after he achieved the most ostentatious and stunning achievement worthy of showing off, the first thing that the Phoenician Phoenix thought of was to correct his brother's words: This is not revenge and humiliation in words.

, but a declaration that proves ability and arrogance.

But as Fulgrim's sight filled with the light of victory struck, his silent and hypocritical brother, the blond beast, just raised his glass, easily blocking his most proud words.

He sat among the Primarchs, keeping a little distance from everyone except Horus and Ferus: they were on fairly good terms.

He is not tall, but handsome enough. Even at this relaxed moment, he still wraps himself in a black military uniform, which is dotted with silver eagles and golden oak leaves: it was designed by him himself

A ceremonial military uniform, even with the arrogant taste of Phoenician Phoenix, one has to admit the excellence of that garment: it has a carefully crafted beauty of sharpness and cruelty.

He held a glass of wine, but did not really drink or taste it. He listened to each brother's words, but did not respond any more: he sat there, participating in the gathering of the Primarchs, that's all.

He remained silent, as if this place was not a happy and leisure place among blood relatives, but another working place, a liaison place that he understood to connect various legions.

Interesting idea.

Morgan thought so.

The Spider Queen crossed her legs and sat on a cabinet on one side. Her eyes were always focused on the round table: the intricately carved creation occupied most of the room, and several Primarchs were surrounding it.

Sitting in various directions, beside them stood the champions of their respective legions.

She looked at the originals: those she knew and those she didn't know. There were no more words to say at this time. Everyone's eyes were focused on the only standing Phoenician Phoenix among them, and the third

All the Legion Master's eyes and energy were directed at the blond beast sitting upright.

That's a sign of challenge.

"Menger, my brother."

"My Heydrich Menger."

"Why don't you answer the questions I asked? Even if there is only the simplest suggestion or summary, I will be very happy."

Phoenix's soft words echoed in everyone's ears, and it seemed like he didn't intend to give up.

The blond beast, or Heydrich, or Menger: he did not answer immediately, but quietly and solemnly placed the wine glass on the table in front of him, and slowly raised it

The head, with the same golden pupils, tried to confront the phoenix.

Behind him, the champion of the Eleventh Legion with high cheekbones stood silently. Whether his eyes were directed at the noblest ones or other Astartes warriors,

There won't be any change at all, it's like a dead machine.

"Speak?"

"Fulgrim of Chemos, what do you want me to say?"

Heydrich raised his head and looked directly at his brother, with a coldness that was not contemptuous in his pupils.

"Do you want me to praise your behavior? Or belittle it?"

"Sorry, I don't know how to do it."

"Because I cannot understand the purpose and reason for your behavior, Fulgrim. It seems to me that you abandoned a paved road and specifically walked through a path covered with weeds, and then

Come and show off to us."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I can't say a single word that would satisfy you about this behavior."

These sharp and rational words were inevitably a bit too cold. The Wolf Shepherd beside him rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. He wanted to say something, but Fulgrim had already laughed.

He wasn't angry.

"You're jealous of me, Heydrich."

"You are jealous of my amazing imagination and creativity, of the casual brilliance I displayed in Bezas: I do not mean to disparage you, my brother, you have your own talents, you are

Your attainments in certain areas of warfare are unparalleled, and I heard that those mortals would even call you [Warmaster]."

"Maybe you deserve this title, but you still have your own weaknesses, weaknesses in fantasy and creativity. You will only reason out the best plan and indulge in clean and brutal victories again and again, but never

Imagine extra roads and romance.”

"So, when you saw what I did in Baizas, you became jealous."

The words of the Phoenician Phoenix were extremely complacent, but also extremely sincere. However, when these most essential love and persuasion for blood relatives came to the blond beast, he leaned back and avoided it.

they.

"I do not envy you, Fulgrim."

"What you did in Baizas: With only seven heirs, you prepared to conquer this world with considerable power. In order to speed up the progress, you even used your rhetoric to unite the resisters and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Use your so-called noble demeanor and strength to make those who resist surrender to you."

"I even heard that you were in danger during this operation. As long as any resister has the impulse and determination to order the shooting, you and your seven soldiers will not have any chance.

Possibility of survival: You clearly have an army and a fleet, but you still want to believe in your so-called power and nobility."

"You think this is something to show off?"

"Is not it?"

Even the dullest person can see the gleaming pride and joy in the eyes of the Phoenician Phoenix.

"of course not."

"In spite of having overwhelming military power, I entrusted my life and the possibility of victory to your so-called words and power. As a commander, I was trapped in a trap. As a general, I ignored the army.

"

"If it were me, I would have no less than a hundred ways to kill you, Phoenix."

"There are no ifs in the world, Heydrich, only reality: the reality is that I won, I won the glory of a world, and the courage and determination that reignited in the hearts of my heirs."

"I used my actual actions to tell my children that I can, and I also have the strength and wisdom, to lead them into the galactic war alone."

"I made their chests overflow with pride once again, and the courage that pride brings."

"That's not pride."

The blond beast's pupils were flashing with cold light.

"That's death-seeking venom that will destroy your legion."

Phoenix smiled, and his smile looked a little vain.

"You're just jealous, Heydrich."

"You are jealous of me and my heirs because I gave them the courage to look at better skies and possibilities, instead of confining them to their posts like you and letting everything revolve with your thoughts."

"You have a powerful legion, Heinrich. Anyone would envy their strength and achievements, but I won't, because I have a group of better children. They are always looking up to me to clear the clouds for them.

In the exposed sky, they are making progress and introspection all the time, and outline a better future."

"But your legion is different. You control them, make them fanatical, and let them achieve victory and miracles for you, but you are also killing them, killing their future and creativity."

"One day, my heirs will fulfill my perfection in progress. They will enter a greater stage, follow in my footsteps, and become the true sons of the Emperor."

"And your heirs won't."

"So, you are jealous of me because you have seen this future."

The Phoenician phoenix just smiled and talked, showing off his proud views and heart wantonly.

This even made Morgan want to laugh.

But then, she heard Heydrich's voice.

"Arranging each soldier in his appropriate position is an ability that every commander should have. Phoenix, you are the commander of your legion, and you should be responsible for the thoughts of your legion: What soldiers need to know

They only need to order and execute, and their wisdom does not need to be used elsewhere, which will only cause unnecessary thinking and heretical behavior."

"One legion, one leader, one will, one voice."

"All that belongs to the Legion belongs to us, and all that belongs to us belongs to the Emperor: only in this way can our great genetic father reach his rightful place, at the top of thousands of worlds and creatures, the only one in the Eternal Empire.

Throne and dominion: that is where our genetic father should belong."

"It's impossible for you not to understand this, Phoenix from Phoenicia, your complacency is delaying the return of our genetic father to his rightful place."

"When you are complacent about the so-called progress of your children, haven't you ever thought about it: They are different from you. They will never catch up with you in their lifetime. Such blind encouragement and so-called guidance will only make you

They indulge in goals that are not theirs, abandon their responsibilities, and think about things they are not worthy of thinking about.”

"In the end, chaotic thoughts and pursuits will make them lose their strength as warriors: you teach them to worship and follow, but you are an impossible target for them to catch up. In the end, they will only worship other people and go to
To be continued...