Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 729 It’s decided that you are the first one!
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When the Warmaster's attendant, Malohorst the Twister, who had survived the attack that kicked off the battle three months ago, appeared before the gathering in a dramatic manner, Ramizarn had not yet realized what the problem was.

He was still simply sighing, "Wow, this is such a serious injury. His body is so twisted that he can't wear power armor at all. It's rare that his hands and feet are still there with such serious spinal deformity and burns. If his hands and feet were blown off, he would have been stuffed into the Dreadnought directly, right? Speaking of which, all the people who enter the Dreadnought now should be Contemptors!"

Then he witnessed how the old Moon Wolf, who was adept at strategy and politics, made full use of his miraculous survival, his seriously injured appearance, and the grief and empathy brought to everyone by Sejanus' death, and reversed the atmosphere of vigilance, mockery, or gloating when he first entered the strategy room. He then won applause and praise from many people with his heroic image of surviving a disaster but still returning to the company strong.

As Ramizane listened, he felt that it was impossible for such an eloquent Son of Horus to remain unknown during the Heresy. Then he searched his ancient memories for a while and finally realized what role this man would play in the galactic history as he knew it. Indeed, he should not have been unknown. He was not so famous only because he died after completing his most important mission!
Malorhorst was the one who accepted the guidance of the Warp witchcraft from Erebus, and later in the soul world, he stabbed the still struggling soul fragment of Horus with a single blow, completely killing the wolf-shepherd god Horus Lupercal, and said the famous saying "Lupercal is no more, and Horus rises". He was a super filial son!
Cyjanus can't be saved, and Erebus can't be killed now, but I think I can kill Malorhorst immediately to prevent future troubles!

I have to think of a way to remind Pepe quickly... otherwise, who knows if he will stab Pepe in the soul later!

While the Lord of Iron stared at the Warmaster's attendant in his mind, imagining how this man should die, Malohorst was still holding up his holographic pointer to show the Warmaster and everyone the next possible direction for the Expedition 63.

The disabled but strong-willed warmaster's attendant had just mentioned the resources and general situation of the areas to be conquered in the 858-17 star cluster and the Sagittarius star region, and was explaining to everyone their last possible direction of advance, which was a star system eighteen weeks beyond the standard voyage in the direction of the Galactic spiral arm. Expedition No. 140, affiliated with the th Legion, was sending a distress signal from that direction.

The only thing that was certain was that the encounter had broken out, that the opponent was some kind of alien, and that the expedition was only equipped with a company of Astartes, which was not enough manpower. However, further news was ominously scattered and cut off. They were sending new calls for confirmation to the Blood Angels' Captain Zetas Fromm and the 140th Expedition, and "Horus" responded with concern for the brother legion. Obviously, this goal seemed more urgent than the previous two.

"Ma'am?" The Warmaster glanced at the leader of the Astropaths, Inmexing, who curtseyed and nodded slightly. "Well, we appreciate your tenacity and hard work, Acolyte. The Astropaths can get ready. I will speak to Sanguinius as soon as possible to discuss this issue. I will never sit idly by and watch my brother's offspring die on the alien's territory without anyone to help."

- Well, a very touching and righteous speech, Ramezane thought, staring at the face of "Horus", the expression is also perfect... full of Caesar's spirit and Achilles' friendship, but it would be more natural if you didn't grit your teeth so much - I wonder which battle Perturabo is thinking of at this time?
After the general direction of the next voyage was basically determined, Malohorst said goodbye to everyone. Before leaving, he took back his walking stick that was placed on the edge of the stone platform and reiterated his views on his injured body and the nickname "Twister".

"I know that in the past, because of my love for the art of politics and the planning of the assistant, many people disliked me. They thought that I did not fight the enemy on the front battlefield, but indulged in the little ways that warriors should not have, and called me the 'twister'. To be honest, I have no aversion to this nickname itself, and I will not bear grudges against anyone, because this is the fact. My job is to assist Lord Horus and give him advice. There must be someone in the legion to take this position, and I am happy to do it. As for me, after I survived this injury, some of my subordinates thought that this nickname was not good for my current "It is an insult, a mockery or a provocation to twist my body - don't worry, my mind and intellect will not be affected by my physical damage. As you can see today, I can still perform my most important duties and become a reliable assistant to Lord Horus. Therefore, I don't want you to deliberately change any name or avoid this nickname. My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is right. You don't need to give me pity or sympathy, and you don't need to take care of my emotions like you take care of the real weak. Please call me by my name as before, thank you. That's what I want to say."

"That was very well said!" Before anyone else could react, Ezekiel Abaddon was the first to applaud loudly. At the same time, everyone else seemed to wake up and applauded and cheered for this speech.

——If I didn't know that your subsequent series of actions were almost completely opposite, I would really think you were a super positive character. Ramizarn stared at the figure of Marlohorst leaving and thought, the problem is that you kid not only stabbed your father's last conscience... You turned the dead body of Torgaddon into a demon summoning vessel, made Mesadi Oridon, the narrator who was friendly with Loken, into the subspace channel of the demon Samus, and let Karas Typhon board the Terminus Est to intercept Garro's Eisenstein. I put all these things together... It seems that you planned them all, right? !

Are you Horus' assistant or Erebus' assistant? So efficient? ! Well, maybe you think you are loyal to Horus... But anyway, now that I am here and know these things... Then... The next question is when you die!
I decided that the first one would be you! Marlohorst the Twister!

Because he was always staring at Horus and Malohorst, while he continued to ponder, someone did not notice that Rogal Dorn opposite him was looking at him from time to time, with his brows getting tighter and tighter.
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Here's a color diagram of the Byzantine Guards. They are basically the solar auxiliary forces assigned by the Emperor to Horus. The 30K auxiliary forces are much stronger in combat power and equipment than the 40K big heads.

(End of this chapter)