Chapter 103 A Loyal Timeline (Morgan X Horus)

you are the first.

They all said so.

She would say the same thing.

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"you are the first."

Do you still remember Cthonia, the home planet that you never chose to go back to? You almost avoided it, avoided the land where blood feuds and crude firearms were rampant, and avoided the criss-crossing tunnels and wars.

The ruins hide away from the gray cumulus clouds that can never be dispersed in the world.

But you know, you can't avoid it, just like you can't avoid batch after batch of new blood from Cthonia, inheriting your genes and strength, coming to your legion, and speaking with the most admiring attitude.

Those Cthunian dialects call you father and lord, and they will fight to the death for you.

Of course you can't let them down. You treat everyone in the Legion as equally as possible, and when you look at the tattoos on their arms and backs that symbolize gangster culture, you will also be reminded of your own past.

When you were not so powerful, when you were still a little kid who had just left your home planet, when you came to the radiant Holy Terra with tension and expectation, everything you saw was

It was so wonderful and dreamy. Although you can't remember more details now, you know that the time was beautiful at that time.

Thinking of this, your brain feels a tingling sensation. It is an insignificant, boring and painful feeling, as if someone is holding a delicate silver needle, trying to make you feel pain or a little torture without overestimating its ability.

Do you think of that overly flashing golden light, that radiant figure standing on the sand dunes, or standing in his courtyard? You can't remember clearly.

He was wearing that armor, with a genuine smile of joy on his face. He walked forward with quick steps, patted you on the shoulder intimately, and called you his son.

You still remember how you hugged him with great excitement. Even the light shining on the world became even brighter because of the reunion between father and son. You remember that the light shining on his armor seemed excessive.

Dazzling.

In fact, you didn't see his face clearly.

Then, he put his arms around you and introduced you to the person next to him. This time, you saw clearly: it was a silver-haired woman, slightly shorter than you, with a pair of ancient blue eyes.

With her beautiful eyes, she looks at you like a pampered young lady watching her father bring back a pitiful puppy from outside.

There was no malice, but no respect either. Instead, a natural desire for guidance and protection occupied a part of her pupils. She seemed to be trying hard to look more serious, but that lazy aura remained the same.

Caught by you.

She is so calm, as if she has already seen through you.

You think so, then smile and reach out your hand.

She also extended her hand, and compared to yours, her fingers looked slender and fragile, not like the palms of a warrior: this made you proud.

It is true that you are not your father's real first child, which makes you a little disappointed, but this does not stop you from greeting her with a smile.

The two hands were held together.

"Horus."

"Morgan."

She smiles at you, a lazy smile that makes people feel more friendly.

"Congratulations, my brother."

"you are the first."

She seemed to have said something again, but you didn't hear it clearly.

You can only feel that her smile is indeed beautiful.

Although her hands were cold, they made people feel at ease.

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You joined this expedition immediately, and your descendants continued to cross the stars to reunite with you. Before that, they had already earned themselves the prestigious name of the Luna Wolves, and you were very satisfied with this name.

Your father is busy, he is always busy, has endless things to do, endless plans, and is in a hurry between different galaxies. Although he often fights side by side with you, such as in Ruili

Si, he protected you who was unfortunately injured until reinforcements arrived.

But after that, he left, and you also heard rumors of other brothers among the stars: Leman Russ, or Ferrus, you have seen them, they are either pure barbarians, or they exude

He has an air of being smart and capable but not likeable.

But fortunately, some people stayed.

Morgan, she's always with you.

You thought she would never leave.

The Second Legion and the Sixteenth Legion are the closest comrades-in-arms. She is your blood relative, comrade-in-arms, division commander and think tank. You have conquered countless worlds and kingdoms, traveled between galaxies one after another, and witnessed the brilliance and brightness of meteorites.

Death of a star.

She teaches you to learn various languages ​​and teaches you to observe the trajectory and life of the stars. When you listen to countless words from countless people, you will always think of the knowledge she has told you and what she has told you.

With thousands of emotions that human beings can have, she confides completely without any concealment: you can feel that she has nothing to hide, her words are always lazy, but they are always sincere.

Sincerity, you like sincerity.

As you walk through galaxies and worlds, war and death are always necessary, but more often than not, you can witness heartfelt surrender. You can stand on the top of the battleship, overlooking another world.

With the expansion of the empire's territory, the great rejuvenation of mankind has once again taken a solid step.

In those days, the sun is always warm, everyone in the legion can laugh loudly, death and sacrifice are proudly mentioned and remembered, you and she always like to stand at the highest point to observe your heirs and discuss them

They list the best and compete with each other. You are always the one who wins the game. Whenever this happens, her cheeks will become bulging and she will whisper softly about what you committed when you just returned.

Embarrassing thing, she seems to know everything about you and her, which makes you proud.

Those days seem to last forever. The two legions are advancing rapidly in the galaxy. She often lives on the Vengeful Spirit. You specially built a house for her with the same specifications as yours. Likewise, on her flagship

On, you also have the same treatment. The warriors of the two legions have become accustomed to meeting another primarch. Some of the bolder guys will even make fun of them. You like these little brats.

Those were wonderful days.

Thirty years have passed like that...it seems like twenty years.

Wait, it seems like nineteen years.

You have a headache again. When you want to recall those specific numbers, a pinprick-like pain begins to harass your senses stubbornly.

You felt irritated, and smacked down the throne with your giant palm, breaking the throne at your hand. Your eyes caught Masherot being frightened by this scene. He had never been so timid before.

But you still spoke, apologizing softly like the most sincere father, but he froze in place, as if he heard something strange from your words.

Forget it, he has been like this since some time ago, maybe he is really not suitable for this position.

You also saw some warriors and mortals walking around in the corners of the room. Some of them came to Masherot and talked with him.

They seem to call him Agnes? What a ridiculous mistake.

You smiled, but did not refute, because some people were shocked by your smile. They knelt on the ground, trembling, and did not dare to make the slightest move.

And you only felt a faint sour taste in your mouth, which made your irritability increase day by day. You seemed to hear a faint laughter echoing between the battleship and the corridor, which made you frown.

You spoke solemnly and ordered Masherot to solve this matter. After receiving the order, his steps were so hurried and panicked, as if he was running away from a roaring beast.

You smiled again and ignored him. Your eyes once again penetrated countless time and space, returning to the most beautiful time.

You forgot about when that was. In short, in just a few years, your brothers returned to the Empire one after another: Fulgrim, Vulkan, Dorn, and Magnus

, she took Vulkan away and left Fulgrim with you. When you watched her flagship and fleet disappear alone at Mandeville Point, you were stunned for a long time until your heir

You wake up.

It feels like a child has walked out of the house and walked into the distance alone.

You feel lonely, and maybe a little bit excited.

No matter what, you start to get used to living alone, start teaching Fulgrim, and start trying to remember how she taught you. You will always go to the room you prepared for her to stay quietly for a while, recalling the past.

.

You like this.

Your brothers are still coming back. They are all so powerful and wise. You can feel that your father is trying to emphasize your status. He always tries his best to take you with him when he welcomes back his heir. You like

In this way, at this time you can reunite with your father and Morgan.

The three of you stay together, just like in the past.

There are brothers changing around her: Vulkan, Dorn, Perturabo...

Oh, and Robert, Robert Guilliman, your most ambitious brother, he is entrenched in his own five hundred worlds, planning his own conspiracies all the time, you always remind yourself in your heart, remind you

You want to prevent Guilliman from rebelling against the Empire due to his ambition and calculation. You know that it will be a matter of time.

After all, he is jealous of you, and he looks at everything about you with greedy eyes, at the Warmaster position in your hands, and at your close relationship with Morgan: Guilliman always wants to break all of this, so he

Encourage her to build her own kingdom, and keep looking for her to discuss strategies for governing mortals.

Damn it, why didn't he go find other brothers to discuss matters of governing mortals and political planning? He also wanted to make plans for exchanges and study abroad, and put the stamp of Ultramar on Morgan's kingdom.

You have a headache. The headache becomes more and more obvious. You can't help but cover your forehead. Your expression may be a little ferocious, because you hear many people kneeling beside you, and you even hear the sound of spitting out dirt.
To be continued...