Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 90 Create a problem
Turning his head, he saw Hector Thrann of the First Legion.

Hector Thran walked dejectedly at the front of the group, followed by a hundred Space Marines in black power armor, pressing in menacingly.

The legionary warriors' voices were full of provocation, devoid of any friendliness.

The First Legion's arrival was hostile; they were there to seek revenge!

Li Tang's expression was grave beneath his helmet. He activated the aiming function on his lens, magnifying his field of vision, and immediately noticed that Seran's movements were stiff and unnatural.

“Let’s go,” Li Tang’s voice carried a commanding tone: “Seth and Osiris stay behind, we’ll go meet our brothers.”

When the First Legion attacked, Li Tang chose to leave, an act that seemed like a cowardly attempt to avoid battle.

The Doomsday Warriors hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to follow Li Tang, leaving only Seth and Osiris behind.

The brother chose to believe him; the eldest son has never been a coward, and there must be a reason why he did this.

Thran is about to cry.

His personal actions could potentially trigger a conflict between the two legions, a price that made him tremble with fear.

The Emperor proclaimed the start of the Great Crusade, his heart pounding with excitement as the Space Marines stepped onto the stage that truly belonged to them.

As for myself, I was one of the first Grand Instructors to follow the Emperor's First Legion, and my future honors will be countless.

As he left the square, he encountered Li Tang, the eldest son of the 21st Army Corps.

Thran had long heard of the Brotherhood, known for their extremely high "geneseed kill rate".

Ten warriors, costing the lives of millions, were specially selected from among the most outstanding ordinary people with unwavering willpower.

Moreover, this ratio is constantly being updated and rising.

Even a child who can count understands that the ratio of input to output is completely skewed.

Despite strong opposition, the Emperor still committed high-quality troops to the Twenty-first Army Corps, even though its attrition rate was staggering.

They even gave them the best equipment, the very best of everything!
They enjoyed the best resources, but they weren't included in the Great Expedition sequence, which made him feel very unbalanced.

The same resources, when used on the First Legion, will be a tremendous help.

“Li Tang!” Seran called out, summoning his brother who was wearing an extremely expensive power armor.

Li Tang stopped and turned around, his gaze sweeping over the space warrior walking towards him.

The legion insignia on the dark green power armor and the skull of the "Great King" hanging at the waist all proclaimed the other party's identity.

“Hector Thrann,” Li Tang replied in a deep voice, standing ramrod straight with his spear planted firmly on the ground.

He was somewhat surprised. He had met this Grand Instructor of the First Legion several times before. Why was he being called out to?
"What are you going to do?" Thran approached, his tone slightly accusatory.

"To meet the Emperor." Li Tang frowned, his voice coming through the armor, but without any emotion.

He didn't want to cause trouble; the Doom Legion was too small, and he would definitely fight alongside the Brotherhood Legion in the future.

If relations with the various legions become too strained, he won't be able to explain himself when the Father of Genetics returns.

"Why do you want to meet the Emperor?" Thran crossed his arms and looked up slightly at his tall cousin. "To ask him to let you participate in the Great Crusade?"

Although the mentor's tone was off, it hit the nail on the head, and Li Tang nodded in agreement: "Yes."

"I don't think you need to go."

"why?"

Thran shook his head slightly, his tone one of disdain and arrogance: "He will not agree to your participation in the Great Expedition."

"Doom is his treasure, the source of all his ruthlessness, and he certainly won't let you sacrifice yourselves."

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, venting his deep-seated jealousy and resentment: "We conquered in front, while you just stayed behind, enjoying the glory in your finery."

At the same time, he spoke without restraint, arrogantly pointing out his conjectures about the 21st Legion:
“You are too few, your genetic seeds are defective, and you cannot participate in the Great Expedition at all.”

Then Thran saw a black iron fist smash into the helmet's cheek before he could react.

The world spun before his eyes, the great mentor saw stars, and felt as if his head and neck were about to separate.

“You should have the most basic respect for your cousin.” In a daze, Thran saw the figure of the black sword walk up to him: “If I hear that again, I will kill you, even if I have to bear the punishment of the Father of Genetics in the future.”

Li Tang turned and left, amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd that had gathered around him as he defeated the Grand Master.

Thran got up from the ground, put his hands on his head to straighten his spine, and took off the helmet with a dent in his fist.

My mind cleared instantly.

He then realized how foolish he had been to utter such strange and ridiculous words.

"Slap!" The mentor, expressionless, slapped himself across the face, his cheek turning red.

Thran didn't think Li Tang was wrong; in fact, he felt Li Tang had held back and shown him considerable leniency. If soldiers from other legions were to say to him, "Your First Legion's gene seed is flawed!"

He had already drawn his sword and killed the foul-mouthed bastard on the other side.

What is this? This is utter contempt for a legion, an insult to the father of genes!
Thran put his helmet back on and left amidst the curious and probing gazes of the crowd, returning to the First Legion's encampment.

The Grand Master was a figure of interest; the dent in his helmet was quickly noticed.

When the legionary soldier asked him what was wrong, he said nothing but ashamedly, "It's a disgrace."

However, rumors of the mentor being assaulted slowly emerged, eventually becoming increasingly outrageous:
"Doom Soldier One-Punch Master knelt down and begged for mercy."

"With a casual strike from Li Tang, Hector Thrann was completely powerless to retaliate."

Some members of the Sixth Legion even said that the First Legion was weak and powerless, and doubted its strength.

The rumors spread so quickly that the proud First Legion was furious and vowed to get an explanation.

Who are they? The First Legion!

The first legion created by the Emperor, the Firstborn Legion, became the benchmark for other legions and the template for standard combat.

The Grand Master was attacked by the Last Son? An explanation is needed before we board the ship and leave Terra!
Thran, repenting for his words and actions and reflecting on his arrogance in his room, is questioned by a group of warriors about what exactly happened.

Contrary to his usual behavior, he remained silent with a pained expression, only saying that he was a sinner.

I regret it now, I regret it so much.

Looking at his enraged brother, Thran knew he was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

From the perspective of the legions, it's even more difficult to say how the two legions should get along in the future.

He had to kill this secret and not let a single word of it leak out, even if it meant his death.

The First Legion dispatched one hundred soldiers, who, without further ado, carried the Grand Instructor to the Twenty-First Legion's base.

And that's how the scene just now unfolded.

Li Tang quickly walked away, glancing back at Hector Thrann from afar. He felt the gaze from him, filled with gratitude and apology.

Li Tang chose to leave, and dared not mention the matter, lest it escalate into a conflict between the legions.

Leaving Seth and Osiris behind was also a result of careful consideration; he could not leave Alpharis behind and entrust the fate of the two legions to "unrelated" personnel.

They are brothers, tested and proven warriors of destruction, whose strength and wisdom are trustworthy.

"No passage!" The brothers Set and Osiris stood on either side, their spears forked together, blocking the First Legion like gatekeepers.

Only when they got closer did the soldiers of the First Legion see that their mysterious cousin was extremely tall.

They were even taller than the Imperial Guards, wearing black armor made of shimmering gold, and exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

The soldiers of the First Legion charged forward menacingly. He had intended to say, "Get Li Tang out here! We have something we need him to explain."

The words, once on the tip of my tongue, took a different meaning. I decided not to provoke a violent conflict and to simply find out the truth of the matter.

"Bring the eldest son out; we need to speak with him."

“He has business to attend to; the Emperor has summoned him.” The speaker was Osiris, the elder of the two brothers.

He speaks in a calm and steady voice, handles matters flawlessly, and can readily offer reasons.

As for the First Legion's suspicions? Go ask the Emperor!

More than a hundred legion soldiers were speechless and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Now, one of the parties involved remains silent, while the other goes to meet the Emperor.

"Give it to the Primarch."

When Osiris spoke for the second time, the First Legion, now silent, could hear the steady, deathly calm voice of his armored cousin.

It's like someone who has died a million times, indifferent to everything, so cold that they have no soul.

Osiris continued, “A small matter has had an effect beyond our control; only the Primarch can make a judgment.”

Thran let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumped, and he wished he could sew his mouth shut.

At this moment, he also realized that he and Li Tang were powerless to bear the choice between the two legions.

"Then let's leave it to the Primarch."

After Thran finished speaking, he became utterly dejected, realizing the consequences of his careless words were now being borne by two legions.

When the Primarch returns, a judgment will naturally be made.

(End of this chapter)