Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 771 You've caught Irebas's attention
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"Although...does that guy really have to be hanging around in front of me?"

As Abaddon roared at his father once again with the same ferocity as before, arguing that they should immediately wage war against the Interrex, destroy and annex their territory, Ramizan sat on his throne, forcing out these words through gritted teeth with a forced smile.

"Didn't you say I'm no longer bound by the fate of this universe? Why can't I just kill him now?"

Abaddon began to argue that the Warmaster's desire to engage in peace negotiations and diplomatic talks with the Interrex was a sign of weakness, implying that such actions were unbecoming of a Warmaster and constituted disobedience to the Emperor.

Saint Gilles hesitated, glancing worriedly at his two brothers—clearly, the Lord of the Ninth Legion might have some misunderstanding about the target someone wanted to kill.

"I told you what would happen if you made too much of a move, didn't I?"

"Did you get carried away?"

This time, it was Saint Gilles who was coughing loudly. The angel lord coughed until his fair face was stained with a faint crimson, and the pearls hanging on his white wings swayed back and forth among the feathers like teardrops.

His unexpected situation undoubtedly attracted the attention of most people present and interrupted the chief platoon leader's rude behavior.

The warlord slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne at the opportune moment, telling Abaddon to "shut up and get out of here immediately, don't force me to choose a new chief company commander." After the chief company commander stormed out, he announced that the meeting was adjourned for the time being and would be reconvened the next day.

—Eribus thus escaped disaster because he had no chance to speak.

Torgarden and Asimand of the Council of Four were ordered to catch up with Abaddon and appease him. The Warlord declared that if Abaddon did not come to kneel down and apologize to him by tomorrow, he would never be so soft-hearted as to forgive his son.

"...Seriously, where does Abaddon get the audacity to talk to you like that? Does he really not intend to do something like firing a cannon at Vengeance Souls?"

Once everyone in the strategy room had left, the Lord of Steel immediately stepped down from his throne and took the lead down the stairs hidden outside the back door to the rest hall below.

"The sofa here is much more comfortable... The throne is nice, but it's uncomfortable."

“Aren’t we wearing armor?” the Angel Lord asked in confusion. “But it is true, Azekel’s attitude towards you is a bit irritable, my brother. He obviously has a lot of supporters in the fleet to have such confidence.”

“Aizekel’s ideas do represent the majority of Astartes’s, but I don’t think they represent the ideas of the other members of the fleet, so this matter is not yet at the point you mentioned.”

"If this were Iron Warriors, I guarantee Ezekiel Abaddon's Dauntless would be on a second machine by now."

“As long as I am alive, he won’t dare to take any real action. Besides, I don’t think it’s necessary to replace it with a second one; recycling the wet parts will suffice.”

Warlord walked to the newly built bar and mixed a drink for each of the three Primarchs. Saint Gilles' drink was a wine flavored with bile, while the Iron Lord's drink was a refreshing herbal jelly.

“But he is indeed…wild as an animal and very ambitious.” Peturabo chose two subtle sets of words.

“Yes,” the Lord of Steel muttered, “His ambition in this area can even overshadow the ironclad laws etched into his genes.”

Saint Gilles glanced at "Petrobo": Did he know the secrets of the Ninth Legion?

Although he had secretly inquired about this with Horus, who replied that he had not betrayed Saint Gilles by telling the secret to Peturabo, he was very suspicious that Peturabo's scientific abilities had led him to guess something.

Therefore, the Angel Lord's recent unusual close association with them, especially the Steel Lord, is precisely to find out what's going on.

His constant presence actually caused a lot of trouble for someone who decided to implement a new plan during this regression.

For example, Gavial Locken, who was originally scheduled to wait for "The Chronicler Ramizan" in the warship's passageway, was instead confronted by someone he didn't want to see because of someone's disguise and lateness.

He was forced to confront the chief pastor's deliberate attempts to get close to him and strike up a conversation.

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Chief Priest Eribas arrived at the orbit of Murder Star a week ago aboard a Valvarus warship, without the other Word Bearers or any retinue. This was seen as a sign of trust in his long-time ally, the Shadowmoon Wolves, and a symbol of the close relationship between the two legions.

Just as Horus was close to Fugrim and Sanguiles, he also regarded Logar as his good brother. The Word Bearers and Shadowmoon Wolves had cooperated in battle many times, and many of the senior officers of the two legions were acquainted with each other.

Iribus was dressed in a dignified gray Mark IV power armor. He was composed and elegant. The surface of the armor, like his face, was covered with Colchis script, which, according to Togarden, recorded his achievements.

Moreover, according to the three elders of the Council of Four Kings, Eribus was upright, with rich political and military experience, and was trustworthy.

Judging from the fact that he arrived here and found the Shadowmoon Wolves were having a headache due to the turmoil in the fleet, he quietly put aside his own Primarch duties and instead assisted them in handling their affairs for a week, which shows that he is truly an impeccable and reliable advisor and considerate brother.

Loken had also subtly inquired of Torgarton whether it was alright for Eribus to postpone the matter he had originally intended to present to the Warmaster.
The answer was that Eribus's position in his legion was comparable to, or even surpassed, that of Abaddon or Adoron, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the mouthpiece of Primarch Lorgar himself.

Such a distinguished chief pastor clearly had the right to decide how to handle his affairs, so his choice to help his cousin first was particularly commendable.

However, even without knowing something beforehand from someone, Loken believed he would have a different opinion on it.

For example, it is inappropriate to compare Abaddon with Erebos.

The latter's confidence and certain small details show that he was already quite used to exercising authority similar to that of the Primarch. Some of his starting points were no longer in the Astartes' way of thinking. Abaddon, on the other hand, was undoubtedly still basically under the control of the Warmaster and did not think too much even when he went out alone.

As a fellow member of the Council of Four Kings, and with the other three considering Eribas a close friend, having him join the inner circle of the Moon Wolves, and participating in council discussions alongside Radoron of the Blood Angels, Loken couldn't afford to be too obvious in his coldness.

However, Irebas was clearly not very satisfied with the progress he had made in building a relationship with Loken.

So now Loken finds himself being invited by Eribas to a banquet followed by a gladiatorial exchange.

Abaddon had vanished somewhere, and Togden and Asimand had been ordered to find him. Loken realized that with no companions by his side, he could simply refuse them.

So he said, "Thank you for the invitation, Irebas, but I'm afraid I cannot..."

“Gavial.” A voice broke in, and a man dressed as a scribe walked around the corner. “Sorry I’m late.”

"Ah, it's okay..."

"Who is this?" Someone gripped Loken's arm tightly. He turned his head in surprise and saw that the solemn and kind mask on Iribus's face could hardly be maintained. The chief priest's eyes were flashing with greedy fire, and his facial muscles were twisted into a grotesque expression due to some kind of ecstatic emotion.

"what happened?"

"Who is this?!" The chief pastor raised his voice. "Aren't you going to introduce us to each other, Gavial?"

Loken glanced worriedly at the narrator, whose blue eyes were also looking at them, gleaming with an unmistakable curiosity and caution.

He sighed inwardly: this kind of silent battlefield where everyone is competing in acting skills is much more exhausting than real fighting.

“Hush, Eribas, do not draw attention. This scribe is protected under the Warmaster and in my name. This is the scribe Ramizan. Ramizan, and this is Eribas, the chief priest of the Word Bearers.”

"It's nice to meet you... Huh?"

Ramizan blinked in surprise, then goosebumps rose all over his body: Eribus practically lunged forward and grabbed his hand, gazing at the mortal chronicler with terrifying fervor.

"I'm also... very happy to meet you."

……ah?

(End of this chapter)