Chapter 231

"In your eyes, am I, or should I say we, very similar to this group of living corpses?"

"Just like an ugly, deformed bug?"

Genestealer Loken fell into the muddy swamp, roaring and shouting at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun raised his eyelids slightly, looking at it with some surprise.

It had actually seen through the Genestealer's cognitive distortion in spirit.

Was it because Loken was the first to see through Erebus's conspiracy and sense Horus's fall ten thousand years ago, making the vast majority of people believe Loken had the ability to see through the truth?

The echo produced in the Warp also possessed the characteristic of seeing through the truth.

Should he tell it the truth?

Looking at this look in its eyes, if he didn't tell it the truth, Zhou Yun was afraid he would have to kill it here.

This would be equivalent to falling out with that group of Genestealers in advance, which might affect subsequent developments, causing the Dark Angel to be unable to enter Horus's body.

"Yes." Zhou Yun answered briefly: "You are an alien, an alien named Genestealer."

Loken's eyes wavered; as Zhou Yun said this, the hallucination before its eyes seemed to become even thinner.

It clearly wanted to refute Zhou Yun, but it seemed to instinctively believe what Zhou Yun said.

"But you..." Loken opened his mouth slightly.

Before Loken could finish, Zhou Yun tore off the body clay on his face before Loken's eyes, unfastened the helmet of the Phantom Thief DX suit, revealed his real head, and exposed his human face to Loken's eyes.

"Garviel Loken... is everything about me fake?" Genestealer Loken's eyes were full of pain and disbelief.

"It can't be called fake; you are an echo produced by the real Garviel Loken in the Warp, a residual shadow projected onto this Genestealer body."

Zhou Yun was silent for a while, and after organizing his language slightly, he said to Genestealer Loken:

"It is now the 40th millennium of humanity, but you are still in a hallucination, mistakenly thinking you are living in the 30th millennium, and are the Luna Wolves of the past."

Loken opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak for a time.

Zhou Yun didn't say more; this Genestealer, whether in spirit or behavior pattern, was similar to the real Garviel Loken; it wouldn't collapse.

He just waited quietly for Genestealer Loken to accept all this.

"It's Erebus..." Genestealer Loken's voice said dryly: "I seem to remember, it's Erebus, right?"

"Temba's sword... Temba's sword killed the Warmaster; Erebus corrupted him."

Genestealer Loken's voice was stuttering, as if searching for the truth in fragmented memories.

Zhou Yun wasn't surprised by this; Genestealer Loken, as an echo, wasn't without the complete memory of the Horus Heresy period, just previously covered by hallucinations and unable to recall.

Genestealer Loken struggled to stand up from the muddy swamp and turned to walk forward.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Yun asked, standing behind Loken.

"... I'm going to save the Warmaster." Genestealer Loken said after a moment of silence.

"There is no Warmaster; that is just a Genestealer."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said:

"Garviel Loken, out of respect... I call you Garviel Loken."

"It's already over; there is no Warmaster, no Horus; that is just a Genestealer."

"It will die according to normal history, then the fake Erebus will resurrect it, and then the Dark Angel that caused all this will inhabit its body."

"I will take the opportunity to kill that Dark Angel, and you can also get relief in the hallucination."

"... I might be able to help you." Genestealer Loken turned his head slightly and said: "That feather is real; Sanguinius trusts you."

"Then I also trust you; I will help you."

"Why?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"... Maybe it's hatred; that Dark Angel you mentioned toyed with us."

"... Maybe it's a longing for relief; the entanglement of these hallucinations makes me very painful."

"... Maybe it's for the truth; we only have the truth."

Genestealer Loken said after a moment of silence:

"But if, according to what you said, I am an echo of Garviel Loken..."

"... Then there is only one reason left."

"I am a Luna Wolf, the last Luna Wolf."

"And the Luna Wolves will never betray humanity."

"Warmaster." A sticky, wet voice sounded from the cold corridor.

It was a monster, a rotting and decaying monster, its body like a corpse, stained with disease, pain, and death.

It moved its foul-smelling body, holding a blade in its hand, and stood before Horus.

"Do not use this title to address me." Horus answered calmly, slowly opening his claws: "You abominable alien."

"Alien?"

That foul-smelling alien let out a low laugh, and it lunged at Horus fiercely, the blade in its hand drawing a sharp gale.

But it was slower than Horus; it had grown far less than Horus.

Horus smiled contemptuously; its claws were unstoppable, colliding with the blade in Temba's hand, the sound of metal clashing resounding.

"Don't you remember me? Warmaster!"

Temba let out a shrill screech:

"I am Temba, I am your comrade, your loyal servant."

"When you went to chase honor, when you galloped across the galaxy, you threw me in this corner to fend for myself!"

"No." Horus smiled contemptuously, tearing a bloody wound on Temba's body with his claws: "You are not Temba."

Its claws stabbed fiercely into Temba's chest, tearing open the chitinous carapace and layers of fat, bringing out a sticky burst of blood.

Temba let out a low moan, but it didn't fall, instead turning its body and hacking the blade in its hand toward Horus's neck.

The collision of the blade and the claws was like two arrows leaving the string, crossing in the void.

"I am Temba! I have received enlightenment! The Plague Lord has blessed me!"

"I am immortal! Warmaster!"

"No Plague Lord has blessed you." Horus shook his head again: "And you were never Temba, nor will you be immortal."

The weapons of the two collided again, Temba's sword stabbing toward Horus's shoulder with unparalleled desire for destruction.

That strange blade stabbed toward Horus's shoulder in an extremely strange posture.

However, Horus just smiled contemptuously at this, fiercely tearing off the arm Temba was holding the sword with.

Temba let out a moan, falling to the ground in pain, its body twitching and twisting.

Horus walked slowly to its front, his claws pointing at its throat:

"I will say it again, you were never Temba."

"Just as I was never Horus."

(End of chapter)