"What's the reason?" Calvin asked calmly. Although Talos's views were deviant, they coincided with some of Calvin's thoughts.
And this is obviously a sensitive topic. Whether it is the Gray Knights, the Inquisition, or even the Custodes or the Emperor himself, within Calvin's social circle, there is no suitable person in the entire empire to discuss these topics with him.
In Calvin's eyes, the stories of the previous generation of Primarchs were like the darkness closest to the light, and the man who was once awarded the title of "Warmaster" by the Emperor himself made it even more accessible to everyone.
People keep secrets.
"Because of his character...because of his destiny...because of the needs of the Empire...because of the Emperor's choice."
Talos's tone was extremely serious. For him, the names of Horus and the Emperor were two existences that ran through his entire life.
Love and hatred, in Calvin's eyes, two completely opposite colors emitted at the same time in the soul of this veteran named Talos.
And speaking of himself and others, he could also tell how complicated the Luna Wolf's feelings towards the original body and the Emperor were.
Character? Destiny? The needs of the empire? The choice of the emperor?
Calvin repeated subconsciously, but Talos in front of him was no longer willing to explain.
And how powerful the Primarch's brain was, he classified and summarized the life stories of Horus and the trends of the Emperor and Empire during the same period.
From Corsonia to Terra, from the unification of the solar system to the beginning of the Great Crusade.
The inscription in his soul became active again at this moment, and countless memories of the empire's movements during this period were inserted into the three-dimensional timeline in his mind from documents and files.
Millions of words and images are being transformed from the inefficient phonetic script - High Gothic to the Gray Knight's unique "inscription system". Countless and complicated information are based on time and space, and are ultimately layered.
The stack of words condensed into a brand new "word" in Calvin's mind.
This is a text that represents the life of Horus, and is also a silhouette of a certain aspect of the entire human empire in the early days of the Great Crusade.
The moment Calvin's sight touched it, the grand background and heavy fate it carried caused two rows of transparent tears to fall from the corners of the original body's eyes.
"An angel destined to be sacrificed, a prisoner who obeyed his father's orders and faced the darkness alone, but could not see any hope due to fate."
He could not show this text to Talos because its existence had transcended the boundaries of human cognition.
He could only hurriedly search for the appropriate words in his mind to summarize this long story with a simple summary.
"Are you unwilling?" Calvin stared at Talos, who had just woken up from Calvin's words, but instantly understood the meaning of the original body.
"Perhaps there was."
"Are you... wronged?" Calvin asked again, and Talos's eyes were already moist.
"No, only regret!" he said firmly.
"Do you hate him?" The original body's words were full of confusion, but as a witness to everything back then, Talos clearly knew where he was headed.
He thought about it seriously and finally admitted frankly:
"No, he has no choice. From the moment he accepted the title of Warmaster, his ambitions and ambitions have been integrated with glory. Everyone can retreat, but he alone has no way out."
"What about the Emperor?" Calvin finally asked the most pointed question, and Talos knew that if his answer was yes, death might be waiting for him.
"Hate, but...he has no choice."
Huh... Calvin took a deep breath, this was a habit left behind by him as a mortal.
Yes, there is no choice.
On the path of the Warriors of Astarte, Horus has gone too far and cannot turn back.
His character made him regard all the sons of the legion as his own; and his personality made the crown of "War Commander" completely integrated with his ambitions and ambitions.
How could he accept an empire without Asterta, because he had spread all his emotions to every Son of Horus;
How could he accept an empire controlled by mortals, which would wipe out all his efforts, all his glory, and all the meaning that made him named "Horus".
Yes, everyone has a way out, but he alone does not.
How much authority and glory the Warmaster's glory can bring to him, and how malicious and ruthless the liquidation from the empire will be at the end of the Great Crusade.
Except for the Emperor himself, no one can safely leave the throne after having the image of an era that represents all warriors of Astarte.
And when on the land of Ullanor, the Emperor placed the laurel crown on the head of Horus in front of the stars and all the legions, this returning son, who could be described by all words of praise, finally emerged from the world.
There are vague signs of doom in fate.
He was keen and woke up, but it was still too late.
Because from Calvin's perspective, what Horus is about to encounter is the inevitable fate of the Legion of Astartes.
The force of the Empire can only be led by the Emperor, for no one can hold his prestige, and thus no one can suppress the Emperor's plans for the liquidation of those mortals who have inherited the rights of the Astartes.
After the power of the expeditionary fleet was unified in the empire, its military and political nature became a source of backlash, and the governors appointed by the original body on all fleet routes became the cause of kidnapping the original body and confronting the central authority.
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Everyone else has their own way of retreat, and they also have different treatment in the eyes of the emperor.
People who are "sensitive" enough, such as Dorn and Leman Russ, have already established principles early in the expedition:
Several legions of the Clover system strictly abided by the rules in the early days of the Great Crusade. After completing the elimination of local resistance forces, they never participated in local politics except for conscription.
Others were particularly favored, such as the fleets of Lorgar and Guilliman. With the tacit approval of Terra (the Emperor), they established their own states within states centered on the fleet's journey.
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The only exception is Horus:
The title of War Commander allows him to take over all matters on the front line and at the same time, he cannot ignore local government affairs.
And also because of the name of Warmaster, he did not dare to establish his own kingdom under the gaze of all the original bodies.
This is Horus, the helmsman kidnapped by power on the doomed ship of Astarte;
This is Horus, a prisoner who seems to be favored by the Emperor, but who has no way out.