(_) The Warmaster’s last words

It is obvious that the sword wound on Warmaster Horus's shoulder has become more and more serious. It is said that it is so serious that he cannot get out of bed or even sit up.

And that kind of injury would be reasonable if it were an ordinary person, but for the primarch who was as strong as a god, and for Horus, whose ability and prestige was second only to the Emperor in the Empire, it was indeed true.

Very weird and incredible.

But there is no way...

The extremely powerful primarch, Warmaster Horus, who claimed to have almost as much power as the Emperor, really fell down because of a small wound caused by a sword. That is an ironclad fact!

Moreover, the key point is that the wound actually made the best medical staff in the legion helpless. No matter what treatment methods the pharmacists adopted, the advanced technologies used, and even some alien aliens.

Despite the race's technology, the original body's sword wound continued to bleed and fester, and its physical condition continued to deteriorate due to the incurable wound.

As for the original body, it was obviously impossible to work.

In fact, most of the affairs of the Sixteenth Legion's Sons of Horus and the Great Expedition Fleet directly under its command are now handled by the Captain of the First Company, Abaddon.

Although he had already blocked the news when he saw that the situation was not good, and prevented the Warmaster's situation from spreading. The other Legion Primarchs and the Emperor were still completely unaware of the situation, but he himself also knew about their Warmaster's situation.

It's very pessimistic. They must think of a solution as soon as possible, otherwise they won't be able to hide it anymore.

And once the Emperor or other Legion Primarchs learn about the current situation of their Warmaster, and that their Warmaster suffered such tragic injuries during the counter-insurgency battle on a small planet like Devon and still developed...

If they were on the verge of death, Abaddon could not imagine what kind of cruel punishment their Sixteenth Legion would be subjected to by the furious Emperor!

So, today, just like yesterday, after Abaddon was busy with those unimportant matters, he hurried to Horus's room immediately, ready to see how the original body of the legion and the father of their legion was doing.

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"!!"

"First company commander!"

"Abaddon, are you here?"

"Company Commander!"

Seeing Abaddon's arrival, those who were guarding in frustration outside Horus's room stood up and gave Abaddon bitter looks or feeble greetings.

"..."

Seeing this, Abaddon knew without much thought that the situation of their original body was definitely not good.

At least……

The situation is definitely not better than yesterday!

"..."

Therefore, after looking at the other company commanders, some officers, and the incompetent doctors who were guarding the room, Abaddon finally said nothing, but waved his hand tiredly and said:

"so!"

"You guys get out first!"

"Leave this to me. I want to talk to my father alone."

As he spoke, Abaddon gestured with his eyes and gave everyone an unquestionable look, indicating that he wanted to be alone with their primarch and their father Horus for a while, and did not want so many people here.

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Seeing Abaddon's insistence, everyone waiting here did not say anything. Including the officers such as Second Company Commander Togaton and Tenth Company Commander Loken who were present, they all just nodded towards Abaddon and then left one after another.

They stood up from their seats and walked out as quietly as possible.

"..."

It wasn't until everyone left that Abaddon walked into the inner room with a heavy heart, which was the room with a bed.

Then……

He saw that in the dark and heavy room, the light was blocked by heavy curtains, and only a few weak starlights penetrated the gaps and shone on Horus' pale and haggard face.

At this time, the originally high-spirited and extremely strong War Commander was lying on the dark bed, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes half-open and half-closed, full of exhaustion and unwillingness.

The sword wound looked particularly ferocious on his broad shoulder. At the sword wound, the old blood had solidified into dark red, but new blood still seeped out from time to time, dyeing the bandage wrapped on the wound red, and there was still emanation from the wound.

A faint smell of corruption filled Abaddon's mouth and nose.

And his breathing was even more weak and rapid, as if every breath exhausted his whole body's strength, and the fire of life swayed in his body, as if it was about to go out at any time.

"..."

Looking at the dying original body, looking at the father of their legion, Abaddon's figure standing beside the bed was stretched by the starlight outside the window, with pain, sadness and helplessness intertwined in his eyes. Even though there were all kinds of words, this time

The moment also turned into an indescribable sadness.

So, in the end, he didn't say anything. He just gently stepped forward and half-knelt down in front of the bed, then reached out and slowly held Horus's hand hanging by the window.

Once upon a time, those big hands were as high-spirited as their owner, waving the stars and issuing orders. Worlds and planets succumbed and were even destroyed under the torrent of steel from the Legion. But now, they have become weak and powerless, along with

Its owner could only lie powerlessly on the bedding, and it was extremely fragile to hold?

"Father is handsome..."

"We will find a way, we will."

"We will not give up. No matter what the cost, we will find a way to cure you."

"I swear!"

For a long time, Abaddon couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the haggard Warmaster Horus, who was taking in less air and giving out more air. So, sobbing a little, he gritted his teeth and trembled in a low, hoarse and firm tone.

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"Abaddon..."

"Are you here again?"

After hearing Abaddon's words, Warmaster Horus finally turned his head slightly and opened his eyes. A rare hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by deeper exhaustion and ridicule.

"Okay..."

"Stop comforting me..."

"Abaddon, my son, I have never doubted your loyalty... But this time, even the best doctors are unable to do anything..."

"Perhaps this is fate?"

At this point, his weak voice stopped, and then he smiled miserably, as if he had begun to compromise with fate.

"!!"

When Warmaster Horus said this, Abaddon's eyes instantly became moist, but he still held back his tears and kept them from falling.

"No!"

"Father, we still have hope."

"The empire's technology is boundless. There are always areas we have not touched, and there is always a glimmer of hope."

"We'll find it!"

"If the empire doesn't have it, then go and ask for it from other alien races. There will always be a way!"

Yes, Abaddon has already begun to make preparations, intending to compromise with certain races that are technologically powerful, but have little friendship with humans, and even have quarrels with them.

Now as long as he can save their original body, no matter what method or what it is, he can do it, he swears!

"Oh……"

However, Horus smiled bitterly and shook his head with difficulty. In that smile, there was both attachment to life and helplessness and relief for the future.

"Abaddon..."

"You are too persistent."

"Remember, true strength is not only a manifestation of strength, but also the tenacity of the soul... Even if I leave, you must continue to move forward, for the sake of our beliefs and the future of the empire."

Maybe it’s because a person’s words are kind even when he’s about to die?

Anyway!

Horus took a rare opportunity to persuade Abaddon while he still had the strength, as if he wanted Abaddon to be prepared for the worst possible loss of him?

"..."

Hearing this, Abaddon lowered his head instantly, and then the hands holding Horus's hand trembled slightly, as if he didn't want Horus to see the weak thing in his eyes?

"yes……"

"Father, we will do it."

"But until the last moment arrives, I will never allow you to face it alone!"

"no way!"

Obviously, Abaddon has not given up. Even though their original body and their warmaster have run out of gas, he feels that they still have a chance. Even if it is just a little bit, he will never give up easily.

!

"cough……"

First he sighed, and then shook his head with a forced smile again.

Horus thought for a while, and finally did not argue too much with Abaddon. Instead, he followed the few wisps of weak starlight and looked at the stars outside the porthole. After a while, he seemed to have gathered enough strength before he returned.
To be continued...