“Horus, guess what?
After ten thousand years, do you think Lion’s temper would improve?” Karen left Horus in suspense.
This successfully piqued the curiosity of the Wolf Shepherd God.
He found it truly difficult to associate the words “cold and ruthless” with his brother having a “better temper.” The memory of Lion barging in with a cold face to take away his foster father Luther, ruining the party atmosphere during a celebration, was still vivid.
“I’d sooner believe his loyalty would never fade than believe his temper could improve even a little,” Horus let out a faint sneer.
However, this faint laugh seemed to disturb the sleeper in the corner.
Kulen’s servo-motors emitted a faint hum as he suddenly jolted awake from a light sleep.
The veteran stood up and shook his slightly groggy head.
Under the astonished gazes of Horus and Karen, he approached Horus, and then…
With a “thud.” Kulen knelt on one knee, his head bowed low, assuming a posture of unreserved allegiance!
Karen:???
Horus:???
The air in the shelter froze instantly.
Wait, what?
Weren’t you drawing your blade and shouting “arch-traitor” at the top of your lungs before you went to sleep?!
How did you wake up and swear allegiance?
Karen shouted in his heart.
He truly couldn’t understand the old knight’s cliff-diving logic, but after a moment’s thought, he realized.
There was only one possibility in the entire galaxy that could cause such a massive change in a hardline old-timer of the First Legion— It must be that the old man in yellow sent him a dream!
Horus had just opened his mouth to ask something when Kulen spoke first.
Of course, if one listened closely, a hint of reluctance could be heard through his clenched teeth.
“Until my father Lion returns, I shall swear fealty to you, Lord of the Shadow Moon Pale Wolf.
I shall guarantee your safety with my life.” “May I know why you are doing this, warrior?” Horus asked in a deep voice.
“It’s a secret.” Kulen didn’t even lift his eyelids as he calmly uttered those words.
It’s here!
The Dark Angels’ signature move!
The secrets of the First Legion!
Oh, wait, the First Legion has no secrets!
The honor of the Inner Circle must be defended!
Karen was practically dying of laughter inside; there were so many things to roast that he didn’t know where to start.
Before he could finish his internal monologue, Kulen’s cold gaze suddenly shifted to him, his eyes filled with vigilance and suspicion.
“I will also be watching you, mortal.” The veteran warned.
Karen pointed at his own nose, looking completely bewildered.
“Me?
What could I have?
I am loyal!
Please don’t slander an innocent person for no reason, okay?” “Humph!” The veteran just gave a cold snort, not bothering to explain further.