Chapter 704

Hearing the ominous words of the eleventh legion, makado's shoulder relaxed.

"I know it's not fair to you."

The palmprint raised his hand.

"Come on, walk with my old man."

They continued to walk along the wall, overlooking the entire Himalayan plain.

There, in the south, the huge spire of the black office building can be seen just above the dark horizon, just outside the light of the spaceport.

Then the palmprint stopped.

"Xerxes, do you regret it? If you want to quit now, you can stop immediately. I will explain to the emperor in the future."

The mother grinned.

"Palmprint, you always try to... Master the truth."

"I think if the past few years have taught us anything, it is that ignorance can still hurt us most deeply, and denying its harm will only lead to more mountains and fires. The so-called saying less is better, and more words will lose."

He nodded.

"Be alert and silent, so that others will forget the truth. It feels like you, master Palmer, and like my father."

"But I also know that never, never underestimate the harm that a seemingly reasonable truth can cause... The secret of stability is to know what truth should be buried, what records should be burned, what announcements should be denied, and it is wrong to publicize fallacies to anyone who opposes you

The behavior of a stupid demagogue is reasonable and beneficial. It is like a pinch of salt in porridge paste, which makes it easier to swallow. "

Xerxes chuckled and counted.

"So I've always said that I never regret it. Even if it will ruin me and my army, I choose to believe in you and my father."

With that, the mother turned and put her hands on the guardrail and looked at the horizon in the distance.

"Palmprint, you said, if I fall one day, will my father leave me even a statue?"

"Your father made you immortal. You're too sentimental."

"Ha."

The mother smiled first, followed by a long sigh.

"The Milky way is trillions of years old, and there is no immortal."

"Oh, you --"

Suddenly, the mother turned her head and looked at makado with a serious expression.

"Palmprint, if one day I really die because of our plan, you must pay attention to Horus, because he will be full of resentment and resentment, and he will retaliate. Although it is difficult to know what form, he will act."

Makado lowered his eyes and said nothing.

In an instant, many pictures were broken and the world was broken, but they were reorganized at a faster speed.

Bang!

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the strength and anger even made the burly attendants flinch.

"Palmprint!"

A giant roared and strode in, his footsteps sounded like armored thunder, and the black wolf skin floated with his movement - this is the most remarkable feature of the protoplasm Horus of the shadow moon wolf of the 16th army.

"You'd better explain!"

Several gathered lords and bureaucrats immediately jumped from their positions around the debate table, and the anger of the mother was enough to frighten almost any mortal to tears and repent.

However, makado still sat on his tall wooden throne and stared calmly.

"Alfares, you did it, I guess."

Next to Horus came the head of the alpha Legion. The brilliant blue ceremonial armor was shining. The mother of the twentieth Legion did not answer, but sneered at the officers who retreated from the posts on both sides of the gate - they were the only armed men in the room, and raised him

The idea of locked laser rifles never flashed through their minds.

Horus ignored everything and went to the far end of the round table. The wolf skin hanging on his huge ceramic shoulder armor hung down as the mother raised a finger of blame.

"Dear uncle, you have to give me an explanation."

Suddenly, there was a cry in the corridor outside the hall, more soldiers in armor were approaching, and several Golden Shield holders were pouring into view.

They stopped at the door and looked at the room with a little confusion.

"Regent."

One of them shouted, watching the three primitives with vigilance, with one hand at the end of the hilt.

"Do you need our help?"

Makado's fingers pounded on the smooth table, never removing Horus's cold attention.

"No, there's nothing I can't handle here. Thank you for your diligence and care. You can go back on duty."

The forbidden man raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.

"Whatever you want,"

He said in a low voice and motioned several court ministers who were obviously more embarrassed to go out.

Others also seized the opportunity. The hall soon emptied, and makado then threw a sharp glare at the third mother.

Khan, the mother of the white scar legion, bowed his head respectfully in response, then circled around the edge of the low ceiling hall, and then closed all the doors behind him.

"You too, Chagatai?"

Makado sighed and wrinkled his lips.

"What made you get to the throne world so quickly that even the star Whisperer can't contact your expedition when we need it?"

"My brother called, and I answered."

Khan replied in his slightly accented Gothic, leaning carelessly on a marble column.

"That's how you made us, isn't it?"

Then their conversation was interrupted by Horus's impatient roar, and the mother was gnashing her teeth.

"Now, you have to answer me, palmprint! I won't ask again."

"I guess."

Makado answered wearily.

"You mean the ongoing work of the stonemason guild in Qunying square?"

Horus glared angrily.

"You know what I mean! It's an insult! Do you think we, my other brothers and I, will let all this go unnoticed? You've exceeded your authority, old man, you can't just... Erase history. If my father heard about it, he would -"

"What makes you think the emperor doesn't know about it?"

Makado interrupted each other. No mortal dared to interrupt a mother.

"Just because he didn't give the order himself, I can't act as his loyal servant?"

Horus shook his head and an angry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Please don't lie to my face. You and your accomplices are taking great pains to hide this matter from the war Parliament and other people in the Empire. These orders have no eagle or the seal of the throne."

Then, the mother of the 16th Legion clung to the edge of the table with his iron fist hands and leaned on it with boredom, and the ancient mahogany creaked under the heavy pressure.

"Then tell me and convince me, what right do you have to try to remove one of the twenty statues in Qunying square! Do you want to erase my beloved brother? This is a monument to our great achievements and a symbol of inspiration to all mankind. He also has a share in this glory, no matter what he has done!!"

Makado sprang up from his seat.

"Glory?"

The palmprint smiled bitterly. The pain of those words was deeper than everyone thought, but he couldn't show it.

"I never realized --"

As soshyan gazed at the scene, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ear. He turned his head and was startled.

The palmprint was standing beside him. At the moment, he seemed to be staring at the scene.

Then he let out a sigh on his shriveled lips.

"The seeds of rebellion have taken root and sprouted at this moment. Horus's hatred for me has become a poisonous thorn in his heart, transformed into hatred for his father, and finally used by evil gods."