Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 761 Things Are Getting Strange
When they arrived at the base of Eldoron's forces, the proud son of the emperor was the first to see the commanders of the Shadowmoon Wolves.

This isn't to say that the Iron Lord isn't fast enough, but rather that he said he wanted to arrive with the Tyrant Terminators so that "that golden hammer's mouth could spare his own life."

Of course, the fact that the Primarch Guard of the Fourth Legion looked like they were about to cry on the spot also surprised the Prince and the Moon Wolves.

But it's really not good to say much in front of the Primarch, especially if that Primarch could literally slap you to death on the spot.

—Moreover, the fact that the Iron Lord was so certain that Commander-in-Chief Eldoron was so arrogant, and that he knew so well the temperaments of certain Imperial Sons officers, made Thor Tavitz uneasy.

Among the Shadow Moon Wolves present, it was Company Commander Gavial Locken who kept comforting him, which made the matter even stranger—Tavetz had cooperated with the Sixteenth Legion for many years until the return of the Purple Phoenix.

But Company Commander Gavial Locken was not someone he knew well. The Terrans he was familiar with had long been replaced by the Horus sons of the Xhone people, and Locken was even one of the youngest among them.

Of course, some people noticed this, but their minds weren't on it at all.

Yes, of course, Lucius is very interested in Loken, in a strange way. Whenever he sees Loken talking intimately with Tavitz, Lucius will come over and try to get Loken's attention.

Fortunately, this situation finally ended when Commander-in-Chief Aidoron arrived after hearing the news.

"Who is coming?"

Amidst the billowing smoke, Aidoron, tall and handsome, gleaming brightly, appeared before everyone, surrounded by several warriors, exuding an imposing aura.

The Shadowmoon Wolves exchanged glances.

"Aizekel Abaddon".

Finally, the head of the Council of Four Kings stepped forward, his pearl-white armor with black trim contrasting sharply with the Phoenician purple armor covered in gold worn by his opponent.

Aidoron nodded reservedly, "I am Aidoron. In such an urgent battle, I can understand that there may be some shortcomings in etiquette. I am magnanimous and tolerant..."

"..."

"Wait!"

"Azekael! No!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, the chief platoon leader, who had been feeling frustrated since the parachute began, could no longer contain himself. He roared and charged forward, ready to deliver a powerful punch to Aidoron's handsome face. Fortunately, the remaining four platoon leaders rushed over and grabbed him, while the quick-reacting Aidoron had already retreated far away, filled with shock and rage.

"What uncultured, rude bastards!" the Emperor's Son's commander-in-chief hissed. "I knew the Shadowmoon Wolves were a pack..."

"And how much better are you? As far as I know, the nobles on Terra are experts at all sorts of shady dealings."

"Who...?!"

"I."

The darkness emanating from the Primarch's body was projected onto the gold ornamentation of the Commander-in-Chief's purple power armor, and his icy blue eyes looked down at him from the shadows.

"Education? Did your father never talk to you about his life in Chemos? Or was he actually ashamed of this part of his history? If so, it's no wonder that he was eventually devoured by you bunch of wretched old nobles."

The Shadowmoon Wolves stared wide-eyed as a Primarch lectured another brother's darling, while some of the Emperor's Sons looked uneasy, as if they wanted to cover their ears.

“Even if you are a Primarch, you cannot speak of my Primarch in such an offensive manner—”

"I'm sorry, but I can, because in a sense, I am now his real family, and you—"

The Lord of Steel let out a strange sneer, "--It's still a long way from becoming his true son." "By the way, I'll tell Forgrim myself next time I meet him, so you don't need to think about tattling for me. You little fool, be grateful you have such a great future, though I don't understand why either."

Then the other person reached out and flicked the Commander-in-Chief's forehead with their finger.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Edoron fell silently and helplessly. His guards, however, were somewhat spirited and even dared to try to draw their swords, but were then pulled away by the four Moon Wolf Company Commanders who finally realized they needed to mediate and compromise.

As for Abaddon, although he just stood there with his arms crossed, the way he looked at the Lord of Steel had changed somewhat.

“It was mainly Peturabo…the lord spoke up for us when that guy was cursing us,” he said afterward, “and he defended us so directly that I couldn’t pretend not to see it, so I can only owe him a debt of gratitude.”

Subsequently, the last forty-four sons of the emperor in this company (six of whom were unfortunately killed by the spider monsters on their way to the company) were required to stay with the Tyrant Terminator and the Shadowmoon Wolves.

Then, the Astartes, along with the slowly waking Edoron, once again witnessed Lord Perturabo (Ramizanver.) battling the swarm of insects.

After the Iron Lord cleared away the thousands of spider-like creatures that had swarmed in and ordered them to destroy all the strange secretion structures that could be seen nearby, the warriors were surprised to find that the cloud storms that had been causing communication disruptions and landing difficulties had partially dissipated, creating a large landing window where communication was possible and aircraft could safely take off and land.

Everything on the track was already prepared, waiting only for the War Commander's order. The Stormbird and Thunderhawk formations, carrying several companies of soldiers, vehicles, auxiliary troops, materials, and a batch of Titans, began to descend to the ground.

"See? I told you my dear... Brotherhood had made perfect arrangements." The Iron Lord looked with satisfaction at the large amount of supplies and automatic cannons that had been transported down for fortifications. "Regardless of the subsequent plans, the landing site needs to be kept clear for a while. I think this fortress could be built according to..."

"grown ups."

The Shadowmoon Wolves seemed to discuss for a moment before Loken stepped forward and cautiously interrupted Ramizan's plans.

"what's up?"

"War General's communication, sir. He says you must return to the Soul of Vengeance immediately."

The Lord of Steel paused for a moment, then nodded, directly confirming one thing.

"he came."

"Yes, sir, it is Saint Gilles. Saint Gilles has arrived."

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The angel's gorgeous blonde hair was covered with a black beaded necklace for a funeral, and her perfect and charming face was also covered with the ashes of mourning, her expression solemn.

“Oh… Saint Gillespie, although… is exceptionally ritualistic… that’s quite interesting…”

Someone muttered under their breath, and the officers around the angel glared at them. But when they realized it was another Primarch, their anger turned into a vague contempt. Soon, Horus stepped forward and, as a warmaster, appeased the Lord of the Ninth Legion, and their mood improved.

"...This is really strange and I feel uncomfortable..."

Standing beside the Lord of Steel, Loken saw the Warmaster, who was embracing the angel, raise his eyes and cast a glance with an overly complex expression:
Helplessness, coaxing, and comforting are understandable, but why is there that clear, innocent, and naive look in her eyes?! It's almost...it's almost like...okay...it is indeed...touching...but...this...?
"...Fine, fine, well, what can I do? I'm a ninja."

What does "忍人" mean? Does it mean someone who endures?
However, Loken thinks that if that's the case, Lord Horus now looks more like a ninja helplessly holding the person in his arms and looking at everyone here with even more helplessness...

Uh...? I didn't think anything was wrong before, but now it really is as Lord Peturabo said...

...That's getting weird.

(End of this chapter)