In the small meeting room of the Blade of Vengeance, a flag engraved with a wolf head and a crescent moon was inlaid with fine and dense gold threads, hanging down from the wall in a natural arc. A huge chandelier was shining continuously. It was a bright and glorious room. The clean white porcelain and the shining gold complemented each other, together creating the glory of the Moon Wolf.
"Come in."
Horus's kind voice came from the other side of the door, and Abaddon opened the door for Hades. The larger Moon Wolf held his head high and chest out, as if he wanted to create an atmosphere, but unfortunately, in front of the real big man Hades next to him, this action did not have the expected effect.
"grateful."
Hades whispered to Abaddon who opened the door for him, and walked straight into the room.
Horus was not wearing full armor. The wolf god was wearing a short platinum armor used for training. The bright light in the room was reflected on the armor, making every move of Horus have a dazzling brilliance. More than a dozen fluffy and soft furs lay quietly on the shoulders of the wolf god. They were tributes voluntarily given to the wolf god by the surrendered civilization.
Compared to the scarecrow Mortarion who didn't care about his appearance and allowed poison and oppression to permeate him, Horus was like a swaggering gray wolf with smooth and fluffy hair.
Hades prepares to salute—
“That doesn’t have to be the case.”
Horus' voice came, lacking a bit of his usual majesty, but adding a touch of approachability.
"You are the hero of this battle. You don't have to worry about etiquette. These are just red tape for mortal officials. Brothers between legions don't need to be so unfamiliar."
In his interactions with Mortarion, Horus discovered that the Death Guard generally disliked etiquette, even those that were necessary. The Wolf God of course expressed understanding, just as some brothers believed that this was necessary respect and honor, while some brothers completely hated it.
After hearing what Horus said, Hades controlled himself and kept a straight face. It was best to take off the helmet when meeting the Primarch alone, and facial expression management was obviously necessary at this time.
"Thank you, sir. I am Hades, the commander of the Death Guard. I have come here in the name of Lord Mortarion, the commander of the Death Guard, to discuss many matters related to the post-war Druun with the Moon Wolves."
Mortarion locked himself in the apothecary room and refused to come out. It seemed that the previous contact with Horus had caused the Lord of Death to have some psychological resistance, so this matter was thrown out and randomly hit a lucky Death Guard management.
Hades, who was pretending to be dead in the medical room, was "randomly" selected.
In the deliberations of some legions, if the Primarch himself is unwilling to come forward, other capable warriors in the legion can do it instead. Mortarion is not the only one like this.
The wolf-god smiled, which was not a good thing for Hades, because Horus' smile was too inflammatory. The Primarch knew how to mobilize other people's emotions and take advantage of them.
"You are still too nervous. Don't be restrained, Hades. The Luna Wolves may not be as serious as the Death Guard, but I think sometimes a relaxed atmosphere is more suitable for warriors to come up with some radical ideas."
Hades sighed inwardly. The scheming Primarch was so terrible. Compared to Horus, people like Mortarion and Perturabo became lovable. At least they would not say such strange things.
"Thank you, sir."
Hades nodded. This was not just bragging with Abaddon and the others. Conversations with the Primarch required a lot of thought and effort.
What's more, Mortarion just told Hades that he had sold Hades' information, so Hades had to be more careful now.
"How is Mortarion? I remember that he didn't look very well the last time I went to the Endurance."
"Thank you for your concern, Lord Mortarion is doing well, but Lord Mortarion has been confined to the laboratory recently and is unable to go out."
In order to make things vague, Hades did not mention it was a pharmacy.
Horus blinked thoughtfully. "I didn't expect my brother to have such a hobby. Let him concentrate on his research. He doesn't need to worry too much about this battle."
"This is all thanks to you, Hades. If you hadn't led the Death Guard into the main city, this battle would not have ended so quickly."
The smile on Hades' face froze.
Even though he already knew that Horus had "watched" the video, he still wanted to say at this moment, Mortarion, thank you so much.
To be fair, one should feel proud from the bottom of his heart when being affirmed by a strong person, not to mention that the one who is boasting about Hades without reservation at this moment is a Primarch, a demigod of the galaxy.
In Horus's opinion, any Space Marine he boasted about would not be able to bear such weight. They would be like little wolves with their heads held high, their chests puffed out proudly, and then recount their deeds or take credit in a seemingly humble tone.
However, Hades did not react in this way. He still stood there. Horus even felt a little tired
For Hades, this is really unnecessary. He is not the kind of person who advances by relying on glory. Perhaps this is important for those warriors who often do hard work and are not noticed by others, but for Hades, he has no such need.
Even though Horus deliberately created an environment for bestowing honors, Hades was not truly immersed in it.
Hades even began to feel embarrassed.
"Thank you for your compliment. This is just something that needs to be done. I don't think much about it. If this action can quickly end the war, then I will do it."
Hades did not say anything more, which was not what Horus expected, but the Primarch did not show any impatience because of this. Horus' expression became more approachable.
"That's rare humility. I think the Death Guard are lucky to have a warrior like you."
"Haha, I'm a little jealous of Mortarion."
The Wolf God clapped his hands and laughed, then suddenly looked at Hades mysteriously, "After all, special warriors like you are not common. Don't worry, I promised Mortarion to keep it a secret."
Horus certainly hoped to win over a powerful warrior, he admired them and was never stingy with his praise, not to mention, he also wanted Hades to reveal more himself.
But Hades was still too restrained. For some reason, this Death Guard had a caution deeply hidden beneath the surface.
Hades took a deep breath in his heart and greeted Mortarion again. Unfortunately, the Primarch remained invincible in the attack of the ancestor. "Thank you for your understanding. I am indeed special, which has caused some confusion to me and the Legion."
Horus smiled at Hades and said, "Perhaps there are people in other legions who can answer your questions. Don't worry, you will meet them."
In fact, Hades thought that most of Horus' words were just to win people's hearts. Horus really liked to admire and win over the soldiers of other legions. So Hades automatically didn't believe Horus' words. After thinking about it, Hades decisively threw this sentence into the empty words that Horus casually wrote.
In his opinion, except for the two missing Primarchs, other legions did not have a deep understanding of the existence of the Untouchables.
What Hades didn't know was that his image had been completely distorted in Horus' eyes.
"I hope so."
Hades said this in the end, and after realizing that his words could not get Hades to reveal more information or make Hades have more favorable impressions on the Moon Wolf, Horus quickly changed the subject to Druun.
Also, wait code
(End of this chapter)