Chapter 288 279. Night, Wolves and Death
It was obvious that they both ignored the radiant Horus, even though Horus usually unsurprisingly became the focus of everyone except the angel Sanguinius. Can compete with him.
But only people with the same aura will be attracted to each other. Among the bright and glorious brothers, it seems that neither party has expected the existence of the other side.
In Horus's private primary body conference room, the half-old Moon Wolf flag and the double-headed eagle flag hang down together, the pale golden carpet covers the floor, and the woven single sofa is placed in the room in a casual manner. Inside, they are all facing the projection equipment in this small room.
Horus turned on the projection equipment, and their target galaxy immediately appeared in front of everyone. Horus took a breath, then turned around with a smile - Mortarion sat silently on one of the sofas
. , maintaining the necessary silence, like a sculpture.
The Death Lord's armor is a pale and dull bone white, with some shallow marks clearly visible on it, and his armor is also hollow and flimsy, with no extra decoration at all - for some Primarchs, this is
unbearable , but Mortarion paid no attention to these imperfections. His deep-set eye sockets were hidden in the darkness of the hood, and no one could ever guess what he was thinking.
Under Mortarion's mask, he was breathing like a dying man. It made people feel that he was undergoing some kind of cruel torture all the time. Horus guessed that it was caused by the poisonous gas in Mortarion's mask. Yes, but he really couldn't understand Mortarion's masochistic behavior.
Kurtz sat on the sofa in an awkward and disturbing posture, as if the sofa was made of nails and thorns.
But Horus was convinced that the sofas in this room were made of the most comfortable materials. Even a naked baby would immediately fall asleep on these soft sofas.
The Lord of the Night was wrapped in midnight-like cold iron armor. At the end of the armor, at the position of those fingers, the sharp blades shone with ruthless light. Countless skulls pierced Curze's armor with iron swords, and they were suffering from hollowness. He looked at Horus.
Some traces of dried mucus filled Curze's long hair, messing up the original body's black hair. Horus could even see some unknown lumps in it.
But compared to Mortarion who hid all of himself, Curze revealed his entire face. His skin was a terrifying ice white, his entire face was bloodless, and his lips were blue, mixed with dried blood. Dark brown.
Horus looked at his two brothers, which gave him a strange feeling. The two people who were usually incompatible with each other in the original body actually had a symmetrical similarity at this moment. To use a rather inappropriate metaphor, Mo Talion and Konrad Curze, which reminded him of Guilliman and Dorne.
In short, both primarchs looked very much like corpses. The difference was that one was a consumption corpse that had been buried in loess for many years, and the other was a corpse that had bled out and had been refrigerated in an ice cellar for many years.
Well, Horus said to himself in his heart, he had to admit that even Horus felt a little troubled.
Although the level of difficulty was still not as high as that at that banquet, Horus was very pleased.
Horus tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible. He looked at the two brothers who obviously did not intend to speak first,
"Before we start, we can get to know each other and get familiar with each other so that we can better cooperate in fighting later. "
Before this, the Luna Wolves had worked individually with these two legions, so it was obvious that Horus was referring to letting Mortarion and Curze get to know each other.
The Lord of Night raised his eyes, which were hidden in his long tangled hair. They were completely dark, and he glanced at Horus melancholy.
He saw a broken puppet, wrapped in uncertain flames, roaring and tearing apart the sun.
He was no longer Horus.
The brothers turned against each other and turned against each other. He said,
"Conrad Curze, Night Lord."
A soft hoarse voice sounded, which made other people's eyes focus on Curze.
"Mortarion, Death Guard, Lord of Barbarus."
Curze cast a glance in the direction of Mortarion.
He saw the garden, saw the high walls climbed by vines and maggots, and saw the knees that were forced to kneel. , those who pursue suffering finally get tragedy.
Another person who can't help himself.
Sadness and brokenness caught up with him again. Nightmares were like mottled ghosts on the wall in the middle of the night. Justice and redemption were just illusions in his mind, screaming to tear him apart.
"Conrad?"
Horus's voice woke him up. Curze shook his head roughly and motioned for Horus to continue his introduction to the target.
This is a quite prosperous pocket kingdom with certain galactic defense capabilities, but the main population of the entire country is still concentrated on its main star, and its technology and military are highly developed.
Faced with such a human civilization, the empire repeatedly sent its peace negotiation ships, but this human civilization resolutely refused to surrender and imprisoned the empire's peace negotiators. Curz listened to Horus's tirade indifferently, his hopeless
brother Still believing that this civilization had hope, Horus hoped to negotiate with this civilization.
Horus insisted on negotiating peace. He advocated laying down the civilization's off-planet defenses first, and then trying to force them to submit.
He published a lot of remarks about "Why this civilization has hope", which were cliche and without any new ideas. Coz was sleepy and bored. He began to recall the screams of the skinned people, but unfortunately, in In the boring conference room of Horus, those shrill pleas for mercy also became dull.
Horus, Guilliman, the high-sounding guys from Dorne, they don't understand that mercy and forgiveness will only lead to corruption, and only ruthless judgment can bring order and justice.
Fear begets justice, pain begets fear.
Curze could already imagine Horus's reprimand and disappointment in the subsequent battle, when the Night Lords used the Dread Blades to bring their enemies to submission.
Guys who pay attention to form. They exchange a small amount of blood for a large amount of sacrifice. Why are they unwilling to face this fact? Is it possible that having their heirs sacrificed in large numbers is what they want to see?
They just don't want to face their sins like Curze. They don't want to admit the war crimes they committed.
".If they do not accept our peace request in the first stage, then the legion can land in the east of Continent 3, where their transportation artery exists, cut it off, and continue to put pressure on them. They will not last long. , up to three standard Terran months -"
"No," the ghost of Noxing softly spat out his words, "up to three standard Terran weeks."
Horus was stunned,
"The enemy still has the south. They won't be so fast on the traffic thoroughfare."
Wolf Shepherd's voice gradually became quieter, and he seemed to know what Conrad wanted to say.
"Leave this densely populated traffic city to the Night Lords on this important road. Don't block their communications with radio waves. They need witnesses."
Coze spoke out his words softly,
Horus looked at Konrad Curze seriously. The Wolf God's brows were already frowning.
"Conrad, let's not talk about anything else. How can you be sure that the people here will submit? Instead of igniting hatred for the empire." Deeper hostility and fighting spirit."
Mortarion, who had never fought with the Night Lords, obviously did not understand what the two men were talking about, but out of his favorable impression of Curze's first impression, Mortarion still said something Not sent.
"Because," Curze slowly rubbed the blades on his armor against each other. He needed the heart and flesh to beat between the seams of his hands, instead of sitting here dryly and saying indifferent words to Horus.
Reality will prove him right.
"According to the climate of this planet, three weeks is enough time for the corpses to exude a wonderful smell. If we pile the corpses high enough, these deeply fermented smells will flow along the monsoon, spreading fear to those who have not yet fallen. City."
Cozz stretched his hand to his face and took a deep breath intoxicatedly, as if he had smelled the smell of the pile of rotting flesh, and turbid pus flowed from the empty eye sockets.
"They will surrender soon, before the supplies are exhausted."
Curze said casually, and Horus seemed to hear Curze's low, snickering laughter,
"You can't-"
Mortari An raised his hand, indicating that he wanted to speak,
"If it is just to let the corpse ferment, the Death Guard can provide viruses to make the corpse rot faster and emit a stronger smell, which can further shorten the time." The Lord of Death discussed the matter
. Said,
this time, Koz's snorting laughter echoed directly in the entire conference room, and the Lord of the Night almost laughed,
"Mortarion, my brother, thank you for your kindness, now we can Conquer this civilization in two weeks."
Under the cloak, there were many wrinkles around Mortarion's eyes, and Horus realized that Mortarion was also smiling.
Horus took a deep breath, raised his hand, and let the two brothers' attention return to him.
He spoke as softly as possible,
"This is a highly developed human civilization that does not exist above. Oppression," Horus glanced at Mortarion quickly,
"In this civilization, they are just developing, and they have no crime." Horus looked at Curze this time,
"They," Horus said again Taking a deep breath, "Deserves a more glorious war, not fear and massacre." "Give
me a chance, their rulers are not stupid and incompetent people. After realizing the true strength of the empire, they quickly will surrender instead of continuing the war."
"My brother, Horus."
Mortarion said, using his hoarse voice,
"It is precisely because their ruler is not a fool, so after being completely Before they are crushed - either militarily or psychologically, they will definitely fight against the empire until the last moment." "
Only the stupid and incompetent will surrender. When encountering foreign enemies, they will first unrealistically think about resisting. To preserve their noble status."
"But after they truly realized the gap between the two sides, they were the quickest to surrender, because they needed to preserve their [noble] status."
Garaspa's memory Gradually it floated up, and when Mortarion's army climbed to the middle nest, the management there tried to surrender in panic.
Of course, Mortarion did not accept their surrender.
"This human civilization is a country built on the cult of personality of the family."
Mortarion pointed to the map behind Horus with his withered fingers. Few people knew that, even Mortarion himself did not realize it. , the Lord of Death is surprisingly politically sensitive.
"The king is responsible for the people, and the people love their monarch. The entire country is prosperous. Their culture will not allow them to surrender to a foreign enemy who has stained the blood of their country. You need to break them into pieces, break them enough until they form Without any possible resistance."
"Or make them fear, fear so much that it overwhelms any other emotion."
Curze took over Mortarion's words, and the two primarchs obviously reached a consensus on the topic of refuting Horus.
Unfortunately, in front of these two legions, Horus, who had sufficient qualifications, had absolute status. After realizing that the two primarchs were disobeying him and trying to conquer in a way that was displeasing to the Empire and the Emperor, Horus took over His initially kind face appeared.
Standing in front of them now was the majestic Wolf Shepherd. Horus's eyes were sternly staring at Curze and Mortarion.
"My brothers, I want you to realize,"
Horus Russ said,
"The empire sent us to this civilization. What we want is not just conquest." "
We are the liberators of civilization. We bring civilization, not death and oppression. The Great Crusade is a glorious event. We liberate humans from evil aliens and tyrants, instead of bringing oppression to them."
This sentence is very correct, provided that the Luna Wolf is an Ultramarine, or some other Blingbling The shining army.
"They resisted the empire. They are guilty. If they are guilty, they need to be tried."
Coze stared at Horus, his dark pupils did not contain a trace of light, and his canine teeth were slightly raised.
"They need to realize that the consequences of resistance are death, and their Death full of fear will alert the remaining people so that they can obey order."
Compared to the two people who had already had a slight conflict, Mortarion calmed down. He recalled the treatment of him by Manus and Vulkan at that time. He scolded, and then thought of Perturabo's brutality in destroying even friendly troops.
The Lord of Death has realized that his brothers judge others based solely on their personal preferences, and they even have different definitions of the Great Crusade.
Mortarion was curious about the different lies the Emperor, the liar, had told his brothers.
After experiencing so much, Mortarion no longer cares about these arguments that do not affect reality at all. The Lord of Death's eyes are firmly fixed on the terrifying future, and that is what makes him tremble.
As for how to defeat this planet, he doesn't care.
As long as the Death Guard didn't suffer heavy losses due to poor tactics, Mortarion had no other opinion about the whole thing.
Unless this planet meets the label of [Psychic], or [Oppressor], or [Alien].
Since this planet is just a simple human civilization and does not constitute the above three elements, Mortarion remained on the sidelines.
He listened to the debate between Konrad Curze and Horus with great interest, and the balance in his heart began to tilt toward Konrad Curze involuntarily.
No more.
I coded 6k today!
I owe an update on 3/14
(end of this chapter)