I was there when my mother returned to the Empire.

(I——Captain of the Fourteenth Company of the Ghost Legion, Terra veteran Garnet, the content of this chapter is in the first person)

This is the reception hall of the Sixteenth Legion's flagship Silver Wolf. It is gorgeously decorated. Marbles collected from the equator of Terra support its ceiling. Rugs made of beast furs hang from the walls on both sides.

The various honors the Silver Moon Wolf received during the Great Crusade.

People——

All kinds of people crowded this spacious and bright hall.

There are strong servitors with tattoos on their heads, narrators holding cameras or tablets in their hands, as well as official dignitaries of the parliament and proud warriors of Silver Moon Wolf wearing silver-white armor.

Of course, the most important thing.

The most gorgeous one among the crowd is wearing the "Serpent Scale" Terminator armor, the master of Legion 16, Horus, the returning son of the Lord of Mankind.

He stands among the crowd, shining brightly and making it difficult to look directly at him.

There is a look of anticipation on his face.

His sister.

The Emperor's daughter, Primarch No. 9.

She is also our genetic mother and will return to the empire.

Everyone held their breath, including this famous commander, waiting for this moment to arrive.

The steady sound of mechanical engines and gears rotating rhythmically came from the thick floor beneath your feet.

The apron deck of the Vengeful Spirit was lifted upwards by the strong power provided by the promethium engine. A group of Gastlin veterans wearing Hades Terminator armor were already standing in a semicircle at the edge of the landing platform.

Position, the ceremonial sword was held in their hands, and the end of this group of veterans was Horus, who had been waiting here early.

Finally, the silver steel thunder eagle floated in through the shimmering air protective film.

Under the cold touch of deep space, the fuselage of the spacecraft immediately formed a thin layer of shining frost in the moisture of the air, and then dissipated into thin wisps of smoke.

I watched Horus ignore safety protocols, spitting thrust from the Thunderhawk's burning exhaust pipe, hovering and turning, standing directly under the nose of the aircraft. Behind the armored glass on the cockpit roof, I glimpsed a hazy

The figure flashed past, and then the spacecraft landed, stirring up smoke and dust on the landing pad.

That feeling!

You can’t go wrong.

Both of my hearts are beating violently.

My blood was rushing through my veins, like a river bursting its banks, washing away my reason. Two sharp teeth came out from my lips, and my jaw clenched my teeth until

I noticed blood, blood gushing out from the torn wounds, and then I felt better.

Amidst the sound of mechanical trembling, the hatch of the Thunder Eagle was finally opened.

Thousands of clicks, countless flashes of light.

A perfect figure walked out of it.

So perfect.

No!

Even "perfect" is not enough to describe that fatal beauty.

I can detect the fatal danger hidden under the beautiful appearance, and the aggression that radiates all the time.

But people may overlook this.

Those ordinary people will only be attracted by her pale and beautiful face.

Be intoxicated by the beauty she exudes inadvertently, like a dancer, with every move she makes.

Everything about her is the epitome of human ideals

Except for those ice-white wings.

But even so, those wings symbolize symmetry, wisdom, and faith, shaping her into a true angel.

The Primarch No. 16, Horus, was already very tall, burly, and dazzling.

No matter where he goes, he is the focus of the crowd.

But now.

The light in him was suppressed by his mother.

The eyes of everyone present were attracted by the returning original body.

I saw some narrators holding their breath, trying their best to capture every scene on the field; some narrators bursting into tears, all their spirits were occupied by the fatal and sacred beauty, and they could hardly rely on it.

Get up from the ground with your own strength.

I also saw Horus.

Horus is talking to my mother.

Even though it was just the first time that the two met, their attitude was like that of friends who have known each other for a long time.

Horus was known for his easy-going nature among the Primarchs. Whether he was an Astartes warrior in the Legion or an ordinary worker on the lower deck, Horus could deal with it with the right attitude and talk eloquently. But this

This time, Horus seemed to talk a lot.

A river of praise poured out from the mouth of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

Just a few quick responses from the angel were enough to make the Lord of the Moon Wolf burst into hearty laughter.

Then——

I also saw the Gastrin Terminators surrounding my mother.

That position, that position should belong to us!

But now we are like mice in the sewer who cannot see the light, hiding in the corner of the hall. No one notices us except the emotional eyes of angels.

We have been forgotten.

The Legion was also brutally split up and scattered throughout the galaxy.

We have won so many wars for the human empire, but what we received was not honor and praise, but fear and even hatred!

I take a step forward.

Wanting to return to my mother's side, I saw a flash of joy in my mother's eyes.

Then——

My steps stopped.

As I stepped out of the shadows, the light of incandescent lamps flickered on my armor.

Blood, mud, and craters are all covered with traces of war.

The blood drop pattern representing the legion has become mottled.

It exudes a rotten smell.

So dirty.

No slave workers are willing to serve us, and the never-ending war has exhausted us from maintaining our armor flawlessly.

The Gastelin veterans surrounding my mother were wearing pearl-white armor, with distinctive wolf head emblems spray-painted on their shoulder pads, and they even exuded the incense of holy oil.

They were loved by the people, and the slaves cared for their armor like they were their own children, trying their best to find no flaws in it.

Of course——

For me, this is the second priority.

What's more important is that desire when I step forward.

A forbidden desire like a beast, washed through my veins and finally surged into my brain. From being reshaped on Terra to the Great Crusade to the present, countless wars, I have never hated myself as much as I do now. I want Vomiting, wanting to spit out the darkness hidden in the blood from my throat.

I looked at my mother's neck.

The white and delicate neck, imagine piercing your fangs into it.

Drink enough blood.

Then, I saw my mother’s worried eyes.

I don’t know when she appeared in front of me. There was a sudden silence in the hall, a deathly silence, and everyone’s eyes fell on me.

She reached out and wanted to touch my forehead.

But I got out of the way.

"I am already a damn beast." I said to my mother, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

I looked into my mother's eyes and backed away slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The technological barbarians on Terra have never harmed me, and the cannibal tribes on Pluto have never defeated us.

But now, I am defeated.

I couldn't face my mother, I became a shameful deserter.
Chapter completed!