Garnet ran away far away.

Except for Sanguinius, no one cares about this matter.

The large-scale meeting continued as planned, and the atmosphere in the reception hall was cheerful.

Narrators and preachers rushed forward. In order to find a suitable location to take pictures, some people even fought hard. In the end, they had to rely on the soldiers of the Silver Moon Wolf to come forward to barely maintain order in the hall.

After a full two or three hours, this noisy meeting finally ended.

The two Primarchs Horus and Sanguinius walked together in the Dragon Bone Corridor of the Vengeful Spirit.

This is a colonnaded canyon with a vaulted roof, three stories high, like the atrium of a slender five-kilometer church.

It is very dim, surrounded by regimental flags, company flags and victory commemorative flags.

Some have faded, some have been damaged in past battles, hanging from the domes. The crowds are rolling in the corridor, their footsteps and noises interweaving into strange chords, echoing between the domes. Looking up, you can still see

The dimly lit crowds of people on the upper deck provide a bird's-eye view of the main part of the battleship.

Sanguinius was still thinking about what happened in the hall just now, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he looked a little absent-minded.

They were forgotten——

She realized this, and things were even worse than she imagined.

And Horus, Horus's eyes have always been on his only sister.

As long as he is around, the atmosphere will never become dull. According to the son of the First Return himself, this talent is not innate, but comes from his early years in the Cthonia gang.

Skills honed in.

In those years before he realized his extraordinary characteristics, he lived in this gang world as an ordinary person, and relied on his ability to talk and talk to get along like a fish in water.

Until one day in the future.

He offended the local Mechanicus and had to kill his adoptive father. This beautiful life officially came to an end.

"Before you returned, our great father had already talked to me about you."

Horus used his language skills.

He blinked.

Use a mysterious tone to stir up the atmosphere and try to attract the angel's attention.

"What did he say about me?"

Sanguinius tucked the few strands of hair hanging on his cheeks behind his ears, and the radiance of the stars shone from the glazed dome on the Dragon Bone Corridor.

The angel's long golden hair is bathed in the hazy light, and like the ancient oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, it has a unique and profound sense of mystery.

Of course——

The head of the first returning son is also glowing.

Even more shining than the light on Sanguinius, like a shining incandescent lamp that makes people unable to open their eyes.

After walking into the shadow of the pillars, the light gradually dissipated unwillingly.

"You can't guess it."

Horus stretched out his hand, his movements a bit exaggerated:

"He said to me, all our brothers will like you. I thought this description was too exaggerated at the time, after all, some of our brothers are always mentally different from ordinary people. But now, when I see it with my own eyes,

As I walked beside you, I had to admit that what my father said was absolutely right."

"Each of us has extraordinary abilities, Russ's cunning, Rogal Dorn's perseverance, Fulgrim's beauty, Magnus's wisdom, etc.

But among all the brothers who have returned, you are the most unique one."

Horus thought for a moment and added, "It's not just because of gender or your wings."

"Sometimes being too unique is not a good thing, my brother."

The angel fluttered his wings.

Close it and hide it in the shadow behind you.

She likes her wings, they are strong and beautiful, enough to allow her to ride the fiercest storms and gallop across the boundless sky.

When returning.

She has heard countless compliments.

From the mouth of the narrator or preacher, these wings are deified as the blessing of the human emperor.

The things that happened on Baal moon are being compiled into picture albums, movies, and picture books and are being sung on thousands of planets within the borders of the human empire.

A true angel, the blood of the Emperor.

Return to the Empire.

This is such an exciting thing. Those wings are the symbol of the new empire.

But Sanguinius understood that even though these wings were beautiful, they also represented mutation.

According to the description of Imperial Truth.

It is undeniable that she should be classified as a mutant. Although no one in the entire empire dares to accuse a descendant of the Emperor on this point, it is tantamount to scolding the Emperor.

The emperor himself is impure.

But Sanguinius himself could not ignore this problem.

She must always remind herself

——Stay humble.

"My most beloved brother, can you tell me about the Ninth Legion?" When the atmosphere fell into silence for a while, Sanguinius took the initiative to speak, with a trace of worry on her pale and beautiful face, "I never

I heard from other people that they are called ghouls."

"Which fat-headed people dare to slander our greatest warrior!?"

A look of resentment appeared on Horus's face, "Damn it, tell me that these words came from that guy's mouth, I will throw him to the bottom of the deck and use him as a servitor to clean the toilet. I promise I will not give

They have no tools, so they can only use their tongues to lick the urine stains in the grooves."

"Ahem—"

After he finished speaking, Horus noticed that there was a woman next to him, not his lawless sons.

He coughed twice and said sincerely, "Sorry, I was a little too rude just now."

"No, it's okay."

A smile appeared on Sanguinius's face, "This is not an offensive act. I should thank you for your unreserved treatment of me."

This damn smile——

Horus felt that the dark corridor was a little brighter.

He coughed twice and forced his eyes away from the angel. It took a lot of effort to make his voice sound as calm and steady as before.

"Where did we talk before?"

He touched his head and then continued, "The Ghost Army is undoubtedly a powerful army. They are arranged to perform the most difficult tasks, go deep behind enemy lines, tear apart defense lines, and are deployed in the most brutal battlefields.

To the most terrifying enemy.

Their battlefield is too deep, which often makes it impossible to obtain sufficient supplies.

As a last resort, they can only choose——"

"——Corpse." The angel looked gloomy.

"Not bad."

Horus nodded and continued: "First it was the corpses of the enemy, then the corpses of the mortal auxiliaries, and in the most cruel situations, they would eat the corpses of their comrades.

I believe that in the beginning, this behavior was just a last resort choice. But as time went by and the Great Crusade continued. Within the legion, cannibalism has become a traditional ritual, even a kind of ritual.
Chapter completed!