Fu was fully prepared for Horus' promotion to Warmaster.
The Phoenix of Chemos naturally hopes that his best friend Manus will become the Warmaster - but that is a story of the past. Now Finus does not seem to want to become the Warmaster. As his best friend, Fulgrim understands and respects his choice.
He was also very happy to see Horus become the Warmaster. No one was more suitable than Horus. Horus was good enough, had a good overall perspective, and had good relations with most of the Primarchs (except the Lion, Curze, and Corax).
Phoenix carefully prepared gifts for the Warmaster, and also thought of countless evaluations and countermeasures about Horus becoming the Warmaster in his mind.
He certainly knew that some primarchs would not be happy about this, and as a friend of Horus, Fulgrim would share some of Horus' worries.
After all, Phoenix thoughtfully thought, compared to the bystanders with different reactions, Horus, who was at the center of the incident, would be the one under the most pressure - he was about to bear the weight of this empire.
Horus liked to put pressure on himself. He was always worried that he was not doing well enough to satisfy everyone, especially the Emperor's expectations.
Horus still had too strong a sense of responsibility, but Fulgrim appreciated that, which was why he chose to resolve some of the gossip for Horus.
but…
The current situation is obviously not one of the situations that Fugen had planned.
[Calm down, everyone. I mean calm down.]
The silver-haired owner turned his head suddenly, his hair flying.
[Today is Horus's promotion day, what are you doing? ! ]
Why did the topic stray to Horus? And why did it cause a conflict?!
But apparently the slightly mad phoenix was not enough to suppress the two freaks, and they both responded to the tall existence with a certain contempt.
[I just need an explanation.]
Mortarion spoke calmly, but the eyes beneath his hood betrayed his burning heart.
Luo Jia opened his eyes slightly.
[Do you know him? Do you know the being I described? ]
[Of course I know him. Even if he turned into ashes, I could pick out his ashes from the ashes.]
Mortarion said impatiently,
[Then why do you know him, Lorja?]
[Hey, isn't anyone listening to me?!]
Fenghuang shouted out of control, but no one paid any attention to him.
The archangel shook the wine glass in his hand, and the scarlet liquid sparkled. He raised the glass and drank the wine in the glass silently.
Horus would not have wished for such a thing to happen on this day, and Sanguinius would not have allowed such a thing to spoil the mood of his dear friend.
Even the angel could sense what would be revealed in Mortarion and Lorgar's conversation - a topic that interested him enough.
The Khan remained seated, watching casually as the archangel stood up and shook his wings.
[I think Fugen is right.]
The angel spoke briefly, but everyone looked at him.
[This is the day of Horus, Mortarion, Lorgar.]
Mortarion stared at the angel intently, realizing that his tactics had gone awry.
After a long moment, Mortarion's figure swayed, and the Lord of Death took a small step back, his eyes gleaming.
[I am impatient.]
The Lord of Death spread his hands and sat down again, but this time, he sat next to Luojia.
Fulgrim sighed loudly and exaggeratedly with relief, but in the next moment he was depressed that his brilliance was not as bright as Sanguinius.
Lorgar blinked in confusion. He did not understand Mortarion's sudden malice - at the same time, Mortarion's words shocked him. Did his brother also know something
The angel looked thoughtfully at Mortarion.
Mortarion reluctantly pulled at his hood, the material hiding the gaze of his "brothers" from him.
He opened his mouth, and his hoarse voice sounded like a poisonous snake slicing across a tombstone.
[Yes, today is Horus's day, other topics are inappropriate. ]
Mortarion looked at no one, hiding himself in shadow and poison.
[Soon we will no longer be shouting in the name of the Emperor. Under the leadership of the great Warmaster, I think the Emperor will be able to return to his Terra with peace of mind.]
Fulgrim took an exaggerated breath, and just as Phoenix was about to ask what Mortarion meant, Mortarion interrupted him mercilessly, just as if he had just tried to interrupt Mortarion.
Mortarion spoke briskly, as if he enjoyed saying it.
[Do you really think this is a good thing? None of us knows why he suddenly came back. This is not a game of competing for who is his most favored child - I don't think the liar is willing to play these games with us. ]
Fulgrim's shout echoed with Lorgar's roar—
[Stop! Mortarion! You know what you are talking about? ! ]
[You must not disrespect God!]
Mortarion spread his hands innocently. He turned his head to look at the silent angel and Khan. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes proved that Mortarion was smiling.
The angel and the Khan, on the other hand, looked calm - or rather, they pretended to be calm because they felt that what Mortarion said at least made some sense.
The Khan does not believe in the Empire or the Emperor; the Angel is also extremely wary of the Emperor and is always worried about his own legion.
Mortarion continued to speak lightly, the cold Lord of Death had no guilt towards Horus at all,
[So I think it is not appropriate to talk about the Warmaster today. At least we should let Horus immerse himself in the fact that he is the Emperor's good child and be happy for a while with the huge and boundless power.]
The Khan took a sip of wine, then he reached out his hand and pulled Lorgar, who had just stood up and roared, to sit down.
Lorgar struggled, but finally sat down. He looked at Mortarion earnestly and said,
[He is our father, the god of mankind - you need to fear him, I hope you take back what you just said, Mortarion.]
Fulgrim, who was farther away, shouted in a low and angry voice after hearing what Lorgar said, "So no one cares about Horus?!", but was interrupted by the angel and handed a glass of wine.
Why should I fear him
Mortarion said casually,
[Because he is our father, and then he threw us around when we were still babies? ]
The Khan took another sip of his wine, and the angel silently looked away.
Lorgar took a deep breath. Mortarion thought that if Lorgar really believed the Emperor's words, then he was either too weak or too fond of preaching. Otherwise, how could Lorgar resist rushing up and punching him
[You cannot be so short-sighted. He is the God of all mankind. This is not what you realize. Every move He makes has a more far-reaching impact.]
Mortarion drank his wine and replied sarcastically.
[What's the meaning? Then why did he throw me on a poisonous death planet? Did he want to see his offspring suffer? Or did he really think that there was a—]
Mortarion suddenly fell silent.
He suddenly realized with horror that the Emperor had only met two people when he first descended upon Barbarus: he and Hades.
This horrifying thought immediately extinguished all of Mortarion's previous anger, sarcasm, and joy, and he seemed to be suspended in this terrible idea as if he was weightless.
So... Hades was being watched by the Emperor from the beginning, but he was too angry to realize it at the time
Mortarion began to dig into his memories and realized that the Emperor had contacted Hades long before Hades became a Space Marine and told Hades information that even Mortarion was unaware of.
So, before Hades became the commander of the Death Guard, he had already...
Mortarion dared not think further. For the first time, he hoped that the Emperor was a liar, not some kind of omniscient and omnipotent being.
Lorgar watched in astonishment as Mortarion withered away like a withered grass. He had not even begun to offer formal consolation.
[Do you realize your faults toward Him, brother?]
[No,]
Mortarion said sullenly,
[Tell me about what you saw of him—and his "extension of consciousness."]
He heard the sound of an angel, or perhaps Fulgrim, tasting wine behind him.
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(End of this chapter)