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Horus walked steadily up to the platform. The crowd was crowded below, and the soldiers of the 12th Legion stood in neat rows, their eyes fixed on him.

Looking at this elite army, Horus felt an indescribable sense of regret in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, he would have to hand over the power to command this outstanding legion. Thinking of this, a complex emotion spread in his heart.

At that time, he only had his own legion and the 19th Legion under his command.

Horus took a deep breath, and the voice of the god Mulang echoed in the hall: "Everyone! The great Regent has conveyed the news to me. Your Gene-Father has returned! He is in Nuceria in the Ultima Segmentum. War Dogs! Your flagships, your fleets, move immediately! Find him, find your Gene-Father, find my brother! He will grant you a new journey and lead you to a glorious new life!"

As soon as the words fell, the hearts of the war dogs in the audience were instantly filled with enthusiasm. They had been looking forward to this day for too long.

Once, watching the Eighth Legion, the Ninth Legion, the Thirteenth Legion and others leave one after another to reunite with their genetic father, this desire took root and grew wildly in my heart day after day.

Now, it is finally their turn to embark on the journey back to the father of genes. The excitement and excitement are like a surging tide, almost drowning them.

Horus's gaze swept across every face in the audience, filled with anticipation and enthusiasm. His expression was calm yet complex. He spoke calmly, "Set off, leave here, and return to my brother. Remember, you are fearless war dogs and seekers of glory. Also, convey my sincere greetings to him. May his journey back be smooth."

"Unwavering Resolve", this Queen of Glory-class battleship slowly started up, the power core roared, and the blue energy light flowed between the runes on the surface of the hull.

Behind it is the flagship belonging to the 12th Legion. Under the light of the starport, the metal hull gleams with a cold luster, and the legion logo engraved on the hull demonstrates fearlessness and strength.

Almost every soldier of the 12th Legion had a burning fire of anxiety in their hearts, and they hoped that this voyage through the warp could be faster and faster.

Their Master, the Gene Father who flows in their veins and forges their genes, waits in Nukeria in the Ultima Segmentum.

That is the home of their souls and the source of glory and power. At the thought of the upcoming reunion, everyone's eyes sparkle with a fiery light.

In the silent battleship cabin, Captain Kahn of the Eighth Company turned his gaze to the renowned Captain Endred Hall of the First Company and asked, "Endred Hall, what do you think of our Primarch?"

On the battleship, most of the war dogs suffered greatly, their days passing by inexorably long. Some gently caressed the alien heads captured on the brutal battlefield, as if savoring the bloody battles; others vented their inner repression and rage in the duel arena.

However, Kahn and Hal are completely different.

Hal pondered for a moment and then slowly said, "Perhaps he's like Horus, appearing righteous and glorious on the surface, but harboring a deep well of filth within. Just as he's done countless times before, using the corpses and blood of warhounds to draw the aliens' frenzied attacks, while he himself, accompanied by those he cherishes and his descendants, takes the enemy general's head and revels in the glory of victory."

Kahn nodded slightly in agreement. "If you look at Horus from the perspective of the Luna Wolves, he truly is like a father who favors his own sons. A large part of the reason we talk about Horus behind his back is out of jealousy of his favored offspring. The Luna Wolves have a genetic father who favors them, and they can enjoy that moment of glory and honor without having to sacrifice anything."

"Or perhaps, like Leman Russ and Jonson, he would be a general who always led the charge, charging into the forefront, leading us into battle together. Whether it was glory or humiliation, life or death, he would always be closely connected with us."

Hal leaned against the thick, cold metal wall of the ship and spoke slowly.

Kahn knew that this guy longed for such a general from the bottom of his heart.

"However, in the end, it's also possible that he will become like Lord Huile, the embodiment of the Emperor's wisdom and kindness. He will treat his offspring as rare treasures and care for them with all his heart, just like an ordinary mortal mother would treat her own children. He will also train the 11th Legion to be versatile, with each person having three different sets of armor, some even forged by the Primarch himself. The entire legion will be like a group of pampered young soldiers."

Kahn spoke half-jokingly with a teasing smile on his face, but as he spoke, a bitter taste crept into his words, even without him realizing it.

"But the examples you cited are vastly different from what we imagined. Think about it, the number of Astartes in our Legion is two to three times that of the 11th Legion. Who knows if our father will treat us like ordinary soldiers and use us at will?"

Hal saw through Kahn's innermost thoughts at a glance. In fact, he himself was the same. They were both disappointed by the lack of love from their Primarch, and were filled with unspeakable jealousy of the favor received by other Legions.

"However, perhaps the next Primarch might be like Perturabo, who cares little for the Legion and is half-hearted. Or perhaps he'll be like Fulgrim, vain and flamboyant. Who knows what his offspring would be like! But it could also be Vulkan, the most benevolent of all. Perhaps following him would be less cruel. Or, perhaps, Sanguinius, who may appear handsome on the outside but is actually fragile and sensitive on the inside."

Hal counted on his fingers as he muttered, "And what about the Eighth Legion? The Emperor announced the discovery of their Primarch, but Curze is playing hide-and-seek with them. They still haven't found their Gene-Father."

Hal counted the Primarchs of other legions like they were his treasures, and it had to be said that the flaws of some Primarchs were indeed quite obvious.

Kahn listened quietly, and at this moment, the fleet of the XII Legion emerged from the warp.

I have to say that this subspace voyage was extremely smooth. It was not only stable but also quite fast.

Soon, they saw the planet covered with red sand - Nuceria.

This is the home planet of their genetic father. In the future, more war dogs from Nuceria will join them, setting out from this land, following the Emperor's will, rushing to all directions, quelling one war after another, and fighting for the stability and glory of the Empire.

The blood of every warhound surged and beat passionately within their bodies, and the three strong hearts in their chests emitted an excited "bang bang bang" sound. It was the tension of approaching the unknown, the anticipation of the imminent fulfillment of their wishes, and the complex emotions of uneasiness and longing for the new chapter of their destiny that drove them to the mysterious planet with impatience.

However, as they gradually approached the planet, they were shocked to discover that the countless seemingly small black dots surrounding it were actually warships from other legions. Even more astonishing was the presence of the Queen of Glory class among them.

There were three Queen of Glory-class battleships belonging to three different legions, and a huge fleet of four legions were on standby.

In an instant, the War Dogs' hopes, fueled by the prospect of meeting the Gene Father, were dashed like a bucket of cold water. A sense of foreboding washed over them: their longed-for reunion with the Gene Father might very well be shattered.

"Send a message to the First Legion. Humph, very good, those guys are still exactly the same as in my memory." Kahn muttered softly, and quickly gave an order, "Let them stay where they are and are strictly prohibited from moving forward even half a step." It must be said that the people of the First Legion are too stubborn.

Kahn frowned and thought for a moment. It seemed he would have to pay with some valuable collections this time. "Contact the Second Legion and ask about the situation. The First Legion is a bunch of stubborn lunatics. The Space Wolves can do nothing but howl like wild beasts. As for the Eleventh Legion, those young soldiers don't even want to see them."

The Second Legion's information was sent accurately from the battleship's communication channel. In an instant, almost all the war dogs began to read it impatiently.

The message was filled with inspiring content. Even a single mention of the five Primarchs working together to slay the slave masters filled the War Dogs' hearts with excitement. They stared at the battle report, their minds involuntarily imagining the stunning battle scenes. In every scene, they yearned to stand beside the Gene-Father and fight alongside him.

The battle report also described the heroism and majesty of the Son of the Mountain of Nuceria, the Lord of the Red Sand, and the human brothers who fought side by side.

In particular, it records that in the desperate situation of brutal battles, their genetic father even cut his own blood vessels for his human brothers and let them drink his blood to heal serious injuries, restore physical strength, and resist hunger.

These things deeply touched every war dog. Their hearts were filled with emotion and yearning. They had an even more indescribable expectation and reverence for the land they were about to set foot on and for the mysterious father of genes.

"Angron! Angron!" Shouts suddenly rang out one after another. They shouted at the top of their lungs, as if dominated by some fanatical belief. Each shout was filled with extreme respect and madness, as if Angron was the destination of their souls, the god they were willing to follow and believe in with all they had.

From the stories coming from the Second Legion, they became more and more convinced that Angron was the perfect genetic father of the war dogs.

In this story, he is a fearless rebel on the land of Nukelia, rising up against oppression and forging a path to freedom with strength and courage. He is an extraordinary leader, leading his followers through darkness with wisdom and courage. He cherishes friendship, cares for everyone, and values ​​his brothers. He charges forward for his comrades, risking everything. This is his greatness, earning the admiration and yearning of the war dogs.

There was no need to compare him to other Primarchs; just a casual description in the story could make the hearts of the War Hounds tremble violently. The shock went straight to the depths of their souls, as if an invisible yet powerful hand was tightly grasping their heartstrings.

In the hearts of the Warhounds, no other Primarch could compare to his stature. His presence was like the brightest star in the dark night, or a towering mountain standing firm in the midst of a storm.

He is the Emperor coming to the world again.

In the story, every gesture and movement of Him is full of the Emperor's majesty and courage, but in certain characteristics He surpasses other Primarchs, emitting a dazzling light of His own, and becoming an irreplaceable faith in the hearts of the War Dogs.

It is always difficult to predict when a war will break out.

Every life in the universe, deep down, longs for peace and shuns war. However, the cruel reality is that the shadow of war always lingers in this universe.

On the planet Likevos, Clarks led everyone to win the final victory, and the slave owners who had long oppressed the people were completely eliminated.

After the war, driven by the unanimous and strong will of his fellow workers, Clarks decided to rename Likivos to Redemption Star. This new name carries the remembrance of past suffering and the hope for a future free from darkness and a new life.

Chapter 262 World Eater

"What? I'm having a son?!" Angron exclaimed, his voice piercing the heavens. The vast amount of documents he'd been dealing with seemed insignificant compared to this. The shock of this news was simply too overwhelming.

Not only him, but also his brothers and sisters who joined the resistance army were shocked when they heard about this.

Aurora leaned against the wall, a look of surprise on her face. She said, "Keep your voice down and don't act like an inexperienced person. Your offspring only number over a hundred thousand. Look at your brother Guilliman, he has many more! Your situation is nothing."

Before this, in the XII Legion, the Astartes had only addressed the Primarch as "Your Excellency" in front of Angron, and no one had ever called him father or mother.

At that moment, Angron's mind was in turmoil. The lofty image of the Emperor and the Regent in his mind was instantly shattered like a bubble. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a huge political conspiracy between them?

Just like those greedy slave owners in the past, they took many wives and concubines, gave birth to many sons, and then chose the most tyrannical and resourceful one among them as their heir.

In this way, his parents used their genes to cultivate hundreds of thousands of offspring, from whom they selected an outstanding eldest grandson to pass on the huge empire directly to the next generation.

And his brother number thirteen has so many children, he must be very ambitious.

"The Twelfth Legion, your descendants, are currently waiting outside the planet with their warships, awaiting your summons. Do you intend to meet them?" Aurora asked. After all, as the Primarch, he should give his brothers full voice, not to mention that Angron was the Lord of Nuceria.

"Ah, so it's this offspring!" Angron breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed. Then, puzzled, he asked, "But why do you say they are my offspring? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call them my warriors? What's the connection between these two terms?"

Aurora patiently explained, "Because these warriors have your genes flowing through their bodies. They were extracted and used by the Emperor when they were infants. He used your genes as a blueprint to create gene-seed, and in turn, he transformed more humans into Space Marines, so that he could have a more powerful force to unify the galaxy."

After hearing this, Angron fell into deep thought.

Recently, in his spare time from handling official duties, he has been studying management knowledge and also dabbling in legal content, intending to rectify the laws of this planet.

After all, many of his fighting skills were learned from other gladiators, and he knew the importance of communication and learning.

The legal knowledge he learned now gave him new ideas.

Angron said gravely, "I believe the Emperor and the Regent have committed a crime."

Hearing this, Aurora suddenly became interested. The matter of the war dogs that she had been thinking about just now was instantly thrown out of her mind. She asked curiously, "Oh? What do you mean?"

In her opinion, even if the Emperor and the Regent were really guilty, at most they would be guilty of starting a war.

Angron said solemnly, "They used my genes without my consent. This is not only unethical, but also illegal."

"Ah?" Aurora was confused and couldn't react for a moment.

Aurora was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained her usual demeanor, a look of helplessness and ridicule on her face. She said, "Brother, while your idea is novel, it's a bit naive and foolish. Think about it, with our current strength, wanting to judge our parents and enforce your ideal laws across this human empire that controls half the galaxy is simply a fantasy, so far off."

There was no sign of retreat in Angron's eyes, but instead they flashed with a fiery light. He took a step forward and said earnestly, "Will you help me, sister?" There was an irresistible power in those expectant eyes, which even a powerful Primarch would find difficult to resist.

Under this gaze, Aurora unexpectedly said, "Okay, I'll help you." She was a little surprised when she said it, but looking at Angron's expression of great joy, she felt that this decision was not so difficult to accept.

Then he felt a little regretful. Would Angron start a rebellion?

Judging from his current expression, he doesn't seem to like the tyrant?

Aurora's expression instantly grew flustered, as if she had suddenly remembered something extremely urgent. Her expression was so hurried she even looked like she was about to flee. She spoke rapidly, "By the way, remember to arrange for the War Dogs. I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll be leaving now." Before she even finished her words, she had already vanished from Angron's sight.

Aurora left in a hurry. Angron looked at her back and keenly caught the mixed panic, worry and fear in the sister's emotions.

It seems that the recruitment methods I learned from books are not very effective. I need to study more in this area.

Angron pushed the completed administrative documents aside. His fellow rebels had already swiftly moved them away. "We're just a bunch of gladiators," they kept saying, "with little education. We can't handle such delicate clerical work. All we can do is fight and help Angron move things."

Angron produced books on management, along with tomes on civil and criminal law collected from the slave owner's library. He remembered the first time he had these books, flipping through their yellowed pages and feeling the weight of time. According to the servants who managed the slave owner's books, these might be precious tomes compiled in the third millennium.

However, recently, Angron has clearly noticed that his abilities have improved.

Nowadays, when he reads a book, he always can't help but visualize the plot in his mind, and even unconsciously puts himself or other people around him into the role of the book.

During this process, anger would often surge uncontrollably, filling every corner of his body like a surging tide.

The legal provisions he had studied were deeply imprinted in his mind, and would pop up in his thoughts from time to time, making him want to discuss them with others.

Just as he had just done in front of his sister Aurora, he unconsciously expressed his legal views on the actions of the Emperor and the Regent.

But Angron always felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was for a while.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." He shook his head lightly, pulling his thoughts back to the book. After all, when reading, one must concentrate, but the mind must remain open, so as to better understand the content of the book and absorb knowledge.

So he once again focused his attention on the management and law books spread out in front of him and immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge.

On the Resolute Resolve, the war dogs stood in neat rows, waiting quietly, and a depressing silence filled the air.

Finally unable to hold back, Kahn stepped forward and said to the Captain beside him, "Captain, haven't we been waiting too long? We've already been waiting here for 24 Terra hours."

His anxiety was hard to conceal in his words.

I saw a company commander, his shoulders were as blue as the deep night sky, and his white chest was covered with various medals, which gleamed coldly in the dim light.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes calm and sharp, staring at Kahn, and said calmly: "Look at you, you are so anxious. As a hound, you must always remain calm and never let your emotions get the better of you."

Kahn curled his lips and muttered softly: "Okay, stop preaching, Captain. If you really don't like being... " Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden alarm.

The Lord of Red Sand finally relented and approved their landing on the Red Sand Planet. The news spread, and excitement spread throughout the Resolute Determination.

Before this, the 12th Legion's path forward was blocked at every turn. The warships of other legions blocked the way in front of them, with their guns pointing at each other, like layers of iron gates, blocking them tightly.

Now that the ban has been lifted, the warships that once blocked their way have all made way, like silent guards making way for the victors to enjoy glory. The 12th Legion can finally march towards the Red Sand Planet at full speed.

Angron stood in an empty field covered with red sand, surrounded by his battle brothers who had shared life and death with him.

Each of these people has the strength to compete with him in the gladiator arena and are his most trusted partners.

At this moment, a few warhounds were already flying through the clouds, slowly descending. One of the brothers, bewildered, asked, "Little Angron, I simply cannot fathom what future wars will be like. Will they be fought in the vast expanses of space? And why do these Space Marines look so weak?"

Angron frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "I'm not entirely sure. But I guess it's similar to the battles we've experienced in the past. I'll need to learn more from my brothers in this regard. There will be more and more to learn in the future, countless things. But you know, I'm not an intellectual with a wealth of knowledge. Perhaps I'm learning this in order to establish more perfect systems and formulate more reasonable laws."

As Angron spoke, the number of war dogs continued to increase like a tide, densely covering the red sand land.

These war dogs had fanatical flames burning in their eyes, and their blazing gazes were all focused on Angron, as if he were the only faith in the world.

Angron felt uncomfortable being stared at by such a scorching gaze. His brows were tightly knitted into the shape of a "川" character, and the displeasure on his face was clearly visible.

The war dogs seemed to sense the emotions emanating from Angron, and like children who had done something wrong, they instantly lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Oh, enough! What's the matter with these warhounds? Fanaticism, nothing but fanaticism, that's all they have left," Angron muttered to himself, his heart filled with annoyance. If the Nucerians were this fanatical, he would have been delighted.

After all, in order to liberate the planet Nukeria, he fought bloody battles, exerted all his skills, used all his wisdom, and paid with the lives of countless brothers.

But these war dogs are as blind as their name.

Angron couldn't understand why they revered him to such an extent even though he had done nothing for them. It was a terrible feeling.

"First Company, everyone gather and wait for the Principal's instructions!" The rough and powerful voice of the company commander suddenly rang out, and the sound waves rolled through the dust that filled the surroundings.

This shout was like a charge horn, and immediately afterwards, the Second Company's response came in unison: "Second Company, everyone, take your positions, waiting for the Primarch to issue adjustment orders!" The voice was filled with unquestionable firmness and obedience.

The Third Company, not to be outdone, shouted in unison: "Third Company, assembled, awaiting the Primarch's instructions for the Third Company!"

As the shouts of each company rose one after another, the voices became louder and louder, like surging waves, one higher than the other, echoing endlessly in this land covered with red sand.

Angron's eyes were cold as he scanned the neatly arranged war dogs before him. He said bluntly, "To be honest, when I first met you, I didn't have a good impression of you."