Guilliman, I Need an Explanation
"Hahaha, that's the expression! That's exactly the expression I wanted to see!"
Mordred, always eager for a good show, didn't care about Horus's inner thoughts. He just wanted to see Horus's expression—a mixture of tension and vulnerability, yet a need to maintain composure, a look of existential unease that he couldn't escape.
The smile wouldn't shift; Mordred was just as happy as Horus was, sprawling on the ground, laughing like an 800-ton idiot.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You inherently evil Second Brother Mordred, don't even think about fooling me! Zhuang Sen, you're the most reliable one, why are you just standing there watching? Say something!"
"OMO"
"Guilliman? Even Russ, why don't you dare look me in the eye?"
"OMO, OMO"
Looking at Mordred rolling on the ground, and his brothers standing there speechless, Horus, though he already felt it was true, still refused to believe it. Finally, the most human-like of them all, the Lion King, spoke, "Brother, you've been out of touch with the times for ten thousand years. What the Second Son said is true. The Empire is no longer the Empire it once was, and we are no longer the Primarchs we once were. As for your offspring, Abaddon..."
When mentioning this most terrifying Chaos enemy of the Imperium of Man, the Lion King paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that Abaddon didn't seem so powerful after all.
Unless the blessing of the Four Gods on him reaches the level of Horus back then, I'll make him die within seven days of his death after three punches.
But to make his brother feel better, Zhuang Sen, who had evolved from the old Hakimi into the Goldfish Uncle, still tried his best to use his already limited emotional intelligence to comfort him, "According to the threatening message sent by the Black Legion, your offspring Abaddon is the chosen one of the Four Gods, the Chaos Warmaster, the Victorious in a Hundred Battles, the initiator of the 13 Black Crusade, the destroyer of the Imperium of Man, and also your handpicked successor Sons of Horus!"
"What? When did I say Abaddon was my successor?"
"I know that!" Sisyphus, a literature enthusiast who loves unofficial history, reminded her, "It was said in 004. M31, when Horus, the Chaos Warmaster Horus, died in Serenity."
Moreover, the book says that when you were critically injured and beyond saving, you held Abaddon's hand and said that Seghanus was ill and you should encourage him, and that Little Horus, also known as Torgaddon, should assist Abaddon!
"Bullshit!" Horus was truly enraged now. Although he didn't recognize Sisyphus, he was certain that the person before him was also a Primarch, but the more certain it was, the angrier he became.
As one of the birthplaces of warrior societies, the Dark Angels provided a template for all legions, with the Moon Wolves being its core.
Rather than calling the Moon Wolves a legion, it's more accurate to describe the entire 16th Legion as a large gang, and a strictly hierarchical one at that, a classic underworld gang.
After all, Horus was involved in gangs when he was young and aspired to be a Gang Godfather from childhood, so he would definitely manage the legion in the way he was most familiar with.
But none of that matters. What matters is that even Sisyphus said so, and Horus, with his high emotional intelligence, immediately realized that everyone believed the rumor to be true.
"But the problem is, I was already dead in 000. M31, so what happened to the extra four years? Did they give me four extra years of lifespan?"
Sanguinius was ill, you should encourage him. Sanguinius died before me, so if his fate is still uncertain, it's as if he's not dead, right?
But that's what it says in the book!
Having said that, Sisyphus actually pulled out a book for Horus to see, and just looking at the cover, Horus almost fainted, because it clearly displayed the words "The Warmaster's Struggle: Kyle Abaddon".
Fortunately, Horus is currently only a spirit, so no matter how angry he gets, he won't suffer a stroke and die suddenly, which is truly a cause for celebration!
Even so, everyone could see that Horus's face was as red as Magnus's, almost like a red tomato about to explode.
"That damned bastard, that damned Rebellious son of a bitch, why has my legion become like this? He's ruined my Moon Wolves!"
"It wasn't Abaddon who ruined it; the Moon Wolves is long gone."
"What? My legion is gone! (Cthonia profanity)"
Mordred had originally planned to tell him slowly, but the thought that Horus might die of anger upon hearing such a thing after being resurrected made her decide to take advantage of Horus's current condition—before he suddenly dies from high blood pressure—and blurt it all out, "That's right, the 16th Legion are traitors among traitors, villains among villains. They've been nailed to the Pillar of Shame for 10,000 years. Now, nobody even knows Moon Wolves, and your name has become synonymous with traitor."
The good news is that your legion wasn't wiped out; a small group of Fealty Moon Wolves are still alive, though they've changed their name to the Shadow Wolves Chapter because of your terrible reputation.
And rest assured, the Shadow Wolves are all recruits from Dorn in Cthonia, pure-blooded Cthonia, the true true Shadow Wolves."
"What kind of good news is that?"
"How can this not be good news? Oh, I know what you're trying to say. You want to know which Legion veterans are still alive, right? Don't worry, the current Shadow Wolves Chapter Master someone you acknowledge."
"Could it be Loken?"
Mordred thought Horus was indeed getting a bit senile; Loken's soul was still in her hands, how could he possibly be the Chapter Master? "It's Canid-Niz! The head chef of Moon Wolves back then, are you feeling any better now?"
Horus remained silent, feeling rather uncomfortable. Although it was good to hear that the Legion Elder was still alive, Canid-Niz was a dog, and a strange, eccentric Big Yellow Dog at that.
If a Dog-men has become the current leader of the Moon Wolves, then how badly must the Moon Wolves be doing!
Horus was now like an old man on the subway who had never used a smartphone before. The more Mordred talked, the more confused he became, but he had to listen to cover up his embarrassment.
But as he listened, he sensed something was off. "What's Chapter? Do you have an accent?"
Knowing Horus would ask this, the mischievous cat and dog duo, one blocking the door and the other putting a neck lock, pinned Guilliman to the ground as he tried to escape.
Their eyes met, and as Guilliman stared at the winged Horus before him, a cold sweat broke out all over him! But the Primarchs, who were eager to watch the spectacle and didn't want to miss out on the fun, had already surrounded him, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
"Well, Chapter is Chapter, it evolved from a legion, a smaller and more efficient military unit, and it's the best choice to keep up with the times!"
"Don't give me that nonsense. Did you break up my legion?" Having been a Warmaster for millennia, Horus could spot the problem at a glance.
"Let me explain! I haven't harmed your offspring!"
"What? You even persecuted my offspring?"
"Wait!" Since Guilliman was subjected to such a public denunciation meeting every time a Primarch returned to the Empire, Mordred prepared a rather classic outfit for Guilliman. He hadn't had a chance to use it before, but now he could finally put it to good use.
"You can question Guilliman later. I'll give him a new classic skin first. It was originally for Sanguinius, but it's fine now that you're here. Zhuang Sen, hurry up and put that on Guilliman."
The Lion King grinned wickedly, pulled out a pre-prepared Doritos, and smashed it over Guilliman's head. With him and Russ on either side, and Guilliman still kneeling on the ground, the atmosphere instantly became perfect.
After Guilliman explained what the Astartes Codex was, what the military reform Chapter was, why the Moon Wolves became the Shadow Wolves, why Cthonia was subjected to Orbital Bombardment, and all the Abstract Maneuver the Empire had carried out over the past 10,000 years, Horus asked only one question, "Since you know I am innocent, why haven't you exonerated me?"
"I forgot."
"Surely there are still people on my home planet?"
"I released them too."
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