"Yes, you can, but you have to be able to sit still - I mean, you have to be patient enough to meditate."

Ruth immediately lost interest: "Oh, okay, forget it then."

"You really didn't hesitate to give up, Russ." Khan said with a smile. "Still thinking about my two barrels of wine?"

"Yes." The Wolf King admitted without hesitation. "Of course I will be thinking about them. There is never too much precious treasure like wine, especially the wine from you. You were not very generous in the past."

Khan shrugged and did not answer Ruth's meaningful words. The journey that might have taken half a day to more than a day on foot can now be reached in seventeen minutes.

They stood in front of a separate door, dressed in civilian clothes. They did not look like noble Primarchs at this time, but a group of ordinary people.

A group of ordinary people who were excited, uneasy, and worried because they were about to see their brothers they had not seen for a long time. Of course, except He Shenyan. He came here just to watch the show. At this time, he was leisurely leaning against another

There are smiles on the wall on one side.

Guilliman exchanged looks with his brothers, took a deep breath, stood in front of the door of Horus' room, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A much younger voice came from inside, but everyone could tell who the owner of this voice was.

Guilliman opened the door and entered. Horus was sitting with his back to him, reading a book. There was also a notebook open on the desk, which was filled with many things. In terms of his attitude towards knowledge, he was

Very seriously.

"Who is it?" Horus asked without looking back. "Please forgive me for not being able to receive you now. This page is so exciting that I can't take my eyes away."

"It's me, brother."

Horus suddenly turned his head and exclaimed happily: "Ah, Robert! Where have you been before?"

"I went to take care of some things..."

"Anyway, it's good that you're fine - are you a little bothered by too many government affairs? It's okay. I'm currently studying political matters and I'll be able to help you soon."

There was nothing concealed in Horus's smile, but a clear heart. His room was not very luxurious, it could even be considered simple, which was his request. And this child with a young and immature face

But he had a face that was very familiar to Guilliman.

In the past, he respected the owner of this face. But in the end, the owner of this face personally tore the bond between Galaxy and his brothers.

Countless people died in that disaster, and countless worlds are still mourning it.

Guilliman looked at him intently for a while, and originally planned to explain to Horus according to the planned plan, but suddenly there was a loud noise behind him, like the sound of many people squeezing together and falling.

He looked back and found Russ lying next to the door with an embarrassed smile. Khan stretched out his hand to hold him, but also exposed most of his body. Angron was standing not far away.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed in the shadows. Fulgrim was holding a gift box and standing side by side with Sanguinius, looking at them with a smile.

——At that moment, it seemed as if nothing had changed, but there were still a lot of people missing.

After a brief moment of sadness, Guilliman immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He quickly turned his head to look at Horus, and sure enough, the latter had fallen into that state again.

The temperature in the room began to change silently. It gradually increased and boiled. The air began to be filled with a heart-warming atmosphere. The metal plates that made up the walls rattled, and the power of the star body was beginning to appear. It was just emotions.

The fluctuations made many original bodies feel uncomfortable.

That broken soul is back.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, frowning, saying nothing, and looking confused.

"Horus, are you okay?" Guilliman asked worriedly.

The broken soul slowly raised his head and glanced at him, as if he didn't understand what the question meant - after a few seconds, he shook his head.

This shake of the head was not in answer to Guilliman's question, but out of another feeling.

"how so......"

He said sadly: "Fulgrim, Angron...I can understand your presence here, but why do you even-?"

"Jaghatai, Russ, Robert, Sanguinius... why would you... no, this can't be true..."

"This must be an illusion."

He murmured to himself: "Yes, a vision."

Anger breaks out.

The raging and burning anger turned into a distorted scene visible to the naked eye. The broken soul screamed silently. He was in pain as if a thousand swords were inserted into his heart at the same time, and tears dripped from his eyes. He said it was an illusion, but

Still can't help crying over it.

The huge and heavy sadness swept over everyone, leaving everyone stunned.

"Brother, stop, this is not-" Guilliman tried to explain, but was interrupted.

"Shut up, you pathetic phantom! Chaos of the Warp! How dare you steal my brother's image to deceive me again? You've already deceived me once, you've already made me..."

He swallowed harder and fell to his knees. His tears had dried up, and now scarlet blood was flowing out of his eyes: "Is this what you want? Do you want to see me suffer and sink? Never! Never! I won't do it again.

Let you succeed, and I will never succumb to lies again!"

The broken soul raised his hand, and strength gathered there. Without hesitation, he stretched out his knuckles and punched himself in the temple.

At that moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They watched helplessly as their brother who had reunited after a long separation committed suicide without hesitation, but they were unable to do anything about it. The madness composed of sadness and anger

The tide immobilized them.

Until a voice sounded.

"stop."

That was the mage's voice, but what he used was not language. It was a simple syllable, but it contained unimaginable power. It was more like a command than language.

A command of reality.

Reality succumbed, and Horus really stopped. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body fell limply to the ground. Guilliman quickly helped him to the bed beside him.

"Just now..." Ruth said in a choked voice. "What was that?"

No one answered his words.

"Horus, Horus? Please, wake up." Guilliman checked his condition anxiously, almost at a loss.

As the initiator of the banquet and plan, he never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse. Worry had engulfed his heart, and the Lord of Ultramar did not expect such a thing to happen in his worst expectations.

——He is not Horus after all. I don’t know what the latter went through in those ten thousand years.

A soul was played back and forth by the four gods, and he experienced all kinds of cruel punishments in the world. Among them, the female was the most curious. She once made Horus go through everything in that rebellion because of a whim. Only this time

, he was awake, but unable to control his body, he could only watch everything happen again.

Then again and again.

He Shenyan glanced at the situation in the room, then turned to look at Angron, who had walked over at some point, and asked, "Why do you have such an expression?"

"In my world, Horus is the person who took the place of Sanguinius today." Angron explained simply, his expression very complicated.

What just happened made him very moved - even though he knew in his heart that this was not the Horus he knew, but was the emotion he showed false?

No one can say such things. They are all eyewitnesses to Horus' sorrow and anger. Because they have seen it with their own eyes, they cannot say anything to deny it.

The facts are before our eyes.

He Shenyan shook his head, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Angron asked from behind him.

"What happens next is not my part. He will wake up leisurely in a few minutes, and his broken mind will get some help from the past. His memory will be fused a little... I don't like watching family dramas very much.

.”

The mage stopped and turned around with a smile: "I'll leave it to you to enjoy yourself. I also have other things to do."

His figure gradually disappeared in a ray of light.

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Cross-border.

again.

The moon hangs high in the sky, white and beautiful. It is surrounded by buildings with pointed roofs and densely packed houses crowded together, giving people a complex sense of beauty. Although they are all relatively close together, they do not give people a feeling of crowding. The lights are on

It was bright and clear, people were laughing and celebrating the arrival of the New Year, the streets were covered with thick snow, and more was falling from the sky.

This is Valoran, Runeterra—to be more precise, this is New Yin Rusil.

He Shenyan raised his head. In his sight, at the front and highest place, there was a tall tower. There, someone was waiting for him.

Smiling, he teleported up.

"You are so slow..." Gwendelin said reproachfully, but she smiled the next second.
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