Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Once the situation gets out of control, the Wolf God, as a father, will inevitably intervene.

Horus' supreme authority and wisdom will modify the radical decisions of the Council of Four Kings to be relatively moderate.

This is exactly what Horus's conspiracy is all about. In this way, he can not only test the bottom line of the warriors, but also show his "loyalty" in front of the Emperor. It seems that he is working hard to protect the interests of the warriors, but in fact he is consolidating his position step by step and tilting the balance of power towards himself.

When Locke thought of this, he felt bitter.

And Endis, the partner who always fights side by side with him on the battlefield and shares life and death with him, is the person he can trust the most.

"Let's go and check on those mortal auxiliary troops. They've made an invaluable contribution this time." Loken patted Endis's shoulder. The two of them started walking towards the auxiliary troops. The sunlight stretched their shadows very long...

Some mortal auxiliary troops and Silver Moon Wolf warriors were still busy cleaning up the battlefield.

Mortal auxiliaries carried the wreckage.

They piled up the alien corpses, ready to deal with them collectively, and every movement revealed their awe for the battlefield.

Some people were still searching for possible dangerous items left behind, their eyes focused and vigilant.

The Silver Moon Wolf warriors used their powerful strength to easily lift the heavy equipment fragments and put them in order.

The emergence of the brotherhood association made them feel extremely heavy about the feelings between brothers.

Chapter 283: Crossing the river by feeling Guilliman, he can only polish his armor.

The suspended crystal lamp casts soft light, illuminating the meeting room with brightness and solemnity.

Aurora lazily sat at the carved wooden table, her right hand resting on her cheek. A look of confusion crossed her brows as she looked at Huile, who was sitting opposite her. "Huile, what do you think of the Inner Ring structure of the First Legion? The more I think about it, the more familiar it seems. Sometimes I think it's somewhat similar to the structure of Horus's Luna Wolves."

Upon hearing this, Huile paused the quill he was spinning in his hand, and after a moment's thought, he replied, "Are you talking about the Brotherhood?"

"Yes, that's it!" Aurora's eyes lit up, and she slammed her hands on the table. Her face was full of approval, and her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.

"I never thought that there would be such a thing as a son looking like his father." Hui Le couldn't help but chuckle, and the laughter echoed softly in the conference hall, "The First Legion, as the first Astartes Legion created by the Emperor, can be regarded as the blueprint for other legions.

After the Primarch returned to the Imperium, the Legion was restructured, but some of the Legion's former structure was indeed retained.

The structures of the Iron Hands and Salamanders already existed in the First Legion in their earliest stages, such as the Steelwing. The First Legion had already mastered the Luna Wolves' fraternal orders. It's no exaggeration to say that the structures of other legions can be traced back to the First Legion.

"Oh, I see." Aurora nodded thoughtfully, then frowned again, a hint of confusion in her tone. "But Jonson and I have fought alongside the First Legion for so long, yet we've never encountered a situation like the Luna Wolves, where brothers are willing to take responsibility for each other. Furthermore, the actions of those legions of the Dark Angels are always mysterious and hard to understand."

After hearing this, Huile was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

She wasn't mocking Aurora, but rather, she was conjuring up absurd scenes from her sons' and nephews' legions. "Now that you mention it, I remember something. A while ago, a Dreadnought from the First Legion was briefly controlled while battling a xenos controlled by Randan. It let out a deafening cry, just like Horus's frequent cries of 'Father loves me, I love Father,' but the Dreadnought was shouting 'The Primarch loves me, I love the Primarch.' I quickly and secretly used my psychic powers to bring its consciousness back on track. At that time, a nearby Dark Angels squad, compelled by the Dreadnought's roar, actually formed an inner circle on the spot."

"Ah...this is too childish!"

Hui Le really wanted to laugh now. The First Legion was actually called so childish by such a childish person like Aurora.

Aurora's eyes widened, her face filled with surprise. "Hearing your description, these seemingly eerie and mysterious Legions of Sons and Nephews, how come they feel like..." She frowned slightly and thought for a moment. "For the moment, I can't even put my finger on what they look like."

Hui Le's fingertips tapped the armrests, making a rhythmic clicking sound. His expression was solemn. "The First Legion holds countless secrets, and the inner circle mechanism is easily triggered between the teams within the legion. This leads to a complex network of relationships, with each soldier involved in hundreds or even thousands of inner circles. But strangely, they are not confused by this complex network of relationships. However, many First Legion soldiers have been wavering between trusting each other."

Aurora's brow knitted into a knot, and she said worriedly, "So, what a difficult task Zhuang Sen will have! Every time he takes action, he not only has to remember everyone's positions, but also sort out the complex inner circle relationships. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

"This is Zhuang Sen's responsibility." Hui Le's eyes were deep, and his palms stroked the carved armrests of the chair. "Unlike a role like you who charges into battle, he shoulders this heavy responsibility."

Aurora bit her lower lip and asked, "But what if Zhuang Sen falls?"

"Then let's find the emperor." Hui Le said without hesitation, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"What if the Emperor falls too?" Aurora pressed the issue.

Hui Le sneered and spread his hands. "It's simple. The First Legion will instantly fall into chaos. Not only will they disband on the spot, but the soldiers will also turn on each other. After all, once the order that maintains them collapses, no one can trust anyone else."

Hui Le paused, his fingers tapping on the carved armrests as he thought of something. He paused, staring at Aurora with a probing look. "However, I've always had a question in my mind. You and Horus have always had a good relationship, but why didn't you adopt the Brotherhood Society he promoted so vigorously in your own legion?"

Aurora raised her eyebrows and her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees. This was a rare moment for her to refute: "Huile, you are wrong. Do we have to imitate each other just because we have a good relationship? Even though we have a close relationship, I didn't try to learn how to coordinate military forces from you!"

She thought to herself that she had to let this always intelligent sister understand that she just didn't like to think, but she was definitely not simple-minded.

Hui Le was slightly startled, then smiled: "Okay, I didn't think it through. Then can you tell me the real reason why you refused to promote the Brotherhood Association in the Legion?"

Aurora sat up straight and spoke clearly, "Humanity's repeated rise is due to constant learning and change. Just like in ancient times, when lightning caused forest fires, humans discovered that roasted meat was more delicious, thus opening up a new way of eating. When I was on Macragge, I saw another unique Legion structure implemented by Guilliman."

"You mean the chapter structure?" Huile frowned slightly, his tone filled with worry. "But your legion only has 15 men, while Guilliman has 25 men under his command. The gap is huge. Even if we copy the chapter structure, it will be difficult to achieve the desired effect due to the limited number of people."

Aurora crossed her arms, her eyes gleaming with confidence as she spoke with conviction, "The Chapter will be formed, and more offspring will be born. My gene-seed contains no disease risks and has never mutated, so I have no concerns. Unlike other brother legions, we have no secondary homeworld. Terra is our stable source of recruits. No one objected to this. The high officials of Terra have long been fed up with the low-nest and middle-level pariahs, and they are eager to hand them all over to us."

She paused slightly, a sly glint in her eyes. "Furthermore, I intend to learn from Guilliman's experience and move forward. As a political Primarch, Guilliman is a thoughtful and meticulous person. He will certainly not follow the unmanageable model of the Brotherhood."

Huile's lips curled up, with a teasing smile in his eyes: "Indeed. Look at your achievements now. You were once the temporary warmaster, and now you have made outstanding achievements. If it weren't for the Horus incident, those high-ranking officials on Terra might have honored you as the Second Emperor."

Aurora shook her head slightly, a humble smile playing on her lips, but the pride in her eyes was hard to conceal.

Aurora rested her arms on the table, supporting her head with a mysterious smile on her face. "But guess what our Primarch Mortarion from Barbarus would say about you?"

Hui Le snorted lightly and replied nonchalantly: "What else can I say? Witch, disaster, etc., I can guess them with my toes."

She really didn't want to waste her brain energy on such things.

"He said that you only know how to keep accounts and polish armor, and you don't understand what true courage and glory are. The biggest difference between you and Guilliman is that Guilliman is ambitious, while you abuse psionics, the most blasphemous power." Aurora relayed the story truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Hui Le was silent for a moment, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and then he asked, "How do you know all this? I don't even know it myself."

Aurora waved her hand, looking unconvinced. "This is what Horus told me in his letter. He said Sanguinius told him that if you openly express your disgust for psykers in front of Mortarion, you will be recognized by the people of Barbarus. They will also warmly invite you to taste the specialties of Barbarus, the most delicious fruits and foods on the planet.

Also, while you eat, Mortarion himself will be talking at length about his dislike for psykers.

At this time, you only need to nod in agreement, and he will be more enthusiastic and pile more specialties and fruits in front of you."

Hui Le was speechless for a moment, his face full of helplessness.

I never thought that Sanguinius, who is usually praised by everyone, would actually speak ill of himself in public just to get some food and fruit from his father III (Seventh). It is really shocking.

Huile took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions. A mocking smile played on his lips. "I never thought Sanguinius would be willing to frame me in front of Mortarion just for a few bites of local specialties. Could it be that in his eyes, dignity and friendship are not as important as the fruit of Barbarus?"

Aurora shrugged and spread her hands. "Horus's letter also mentioned that whenever Mortarion got the chance, he would spread his hatred of psionics to the other Primarchs. Many Primarchs agreed to his words in order to maintain a superficial harmony, but of course there were also some who objected."

Huile rubbed his throbbing temples with his fingertips, only to feel a dull pain.

She was filled with regret. Why did she keep having expectations of those brother Primarchs who acted so outrageous?

Especially Mortarion, when Huile thought of him, a nameless anger surged in his heart.

In terms of physical strength, Hui Le knew that he was almost at the bottom among the original bodies.

If she gave up her psychic powers, how could she protect the Legion?

What's more, the number of her descendants is already small, and in the brutal interstellar war, this amount of troops is just a drop in the bucket.

If he were to rush around on the battlefield like a reckless man, relying only on his flesh and blood, he might be strung together like a candied haws by Ran Dan's weapons in an instant, or die at the hands of the strange and alien black technology.

During the Randan War, the other Primarchs were busy fighting in battles and no one wanted to take the time to manage internal affairs.

She stepped forward and took on this tedious work, but what she received in return was not understanding and support, but groundless accusations.

"Ha!" Hui Le couldn't help but sneer. "How dare Mortarion point fingers at me? Decades ago, when he liberated Barbarus, the planet was filled with poisonous fog, and it hasn't changed at all. He can't even solve the problems of his own planet, so what qualifications does he have to judge me?"

Anger welled up in my chest.

……

Loken walked steadily across the broad deck of the Vengeful Spirit, his heavy iron boots clacking against the metal cleats, making a dull and powerful sound that blended with the thumping of the chainsword beside him.

Behind him were the members of his company, all of them looking tired but determined.

The battle with the aliens that just ended was extremely difficult, and every minute and every second was filled with the threat of death.

The aliens' strange attack methods and tenacious vitality made them suffer a lot.

However, the battle was not meaningless.

At least, their efforts and hard work paid off - the planet once occupied by aliens is now suitable for human habitation.

Thinking of this, a hint of relief flashed in Locke's eyes.

He stopped, turned around, and looked at his comrades behind him. Their armor was full of damage and stains, and some had unhealed wounds, but there was a gleam in everyone's eyes.

Loken's heart suddenly sank, and the thought of soon meeting Horus, his genetic father, made him slow his pace unconsciously. A myriad of complex emotions surged within him: admiration, nervousness, and an eager anticipation to report on the results of his battle.

After a brief pause, Loken took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and then walked steadily towards the hall where the Primarch was.

Each step he took was extremely powerful, as if announcing to the entire Spirit of Vengeance his glorious consummation.

The black and white gate of the hall slowly came into view. Two Terminator guards from the Sons of Horus Legion stood upright, their power armor reflecting a cold light, and the red optical lenses under their helmets made people shudder.

Seeing Loken, the guards nodded slightly, and the heavy door slowly opened.

As you step into the hall, warm light carrying the rich scent of the Father of Genes hits you in the face.

The tall figure of Horus had his back to the door, staring at the holographic star map floating in the air.

His creamy white power armor gleamed in the light, his cape cascading like burning flames.

"Captain Loken, I sense you bring good news." Horus' voice was powerful and majestic, yet also revealed

Somewhat intimate.

Loken stepped forward quickly and knelt on one knee. "Master Primarch, we have successfully eliminated the aliens. The planet is now suitable for human habitation."

Horus turned slowly with a gratified smile on his face: "Well done, Loken. You and your company have made great contributions to the empire." As he spoke, he strode over and placed his strong hand on Loken's shoulder.

Horus raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with confidence and majesty, his voice deep and powerful: "I knew long before you set out that you would return victorious and add more glory to me and the Luna Wolves." His words seemed to carry magic, and every word struck Loken's heartstrings precisely.

This was the kind of rhetoric Horus was always good at using, full of encouragement and affirmation, and it always worked in front of his descendants.

He knew how to use words to inspire the pride and loyalty in his warriors, making them willing to go through fire and water for him and the band.

Loken raised his head, his eyes shining with admiration and pride. He could not resist such contagious words.

Although he felt that Horus' words were somewhat deliberate, so what? In the face of the great Primarch's approval, everything seemed insignificant.

Chapter 284: Horus's Coercion, Duel

In the world of the Astartes, the Primarch's presence exudes an irresistible and unimaginable charm.

It is a calling that comes from deep within the genes, a bond at the soul level, deep enough to overturn the balance of reason.

For the Astartes warriors, the Primarch is not only the source of their bloodline, but also the core of their faith, a symbol of strength and glory. This emotional bond is indestructible and deep in their bones.

Just like Loken at this moment, standing in front of Horus, he was completely immersed in an almost extreme reverence and fanaticism.

There was a fiery light burning in his eyes, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force. His entire posture was filled with absolute submission to Horus.

This state was completely different from his usual calmness, and all this was simply because of Horus' presence.

Although Loken was not ignorant, he was well aware of Horus's unknown dark side and the dirty deeds driven by power and ambition.

He also saw through the Primarch Horus's hidden thoughts at the Four Kings Conference, and the carefully planned plans to achieve his own goals.

These truths should have sown seeds of doubt and discontent in his heart, and shaken his reverence and loyalty to Horus.

However, when he actually stood before Horus, all these rational cognitions, inner entanglements and dissatisfactions disappeared instantly like the morning mist under the warm sunshine.

Horus's praise and compliments seemed to have a magical power that directly penetrated Loken's inner defenses and easily dispelled all the haze in his mind.

In front of Horus, Loken was left with only the purest and most primitive worship. His previous doubts and clarity disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

"Loken, you know what? I now even feel that your abilities surpass those of Abaddon the Full Moon. Sometimes I even think about personally proposing that you join the Council of Four Kings and become my advisor. In the future, you will be able to make decisions alongside me on all important matters within the Legion."

Horus was full of emotion, his tone full of appreciation, his eyes fixed on Loken, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

In his opinion, a man as brave, resourceful and wise as Loken was a rare find in his Council of Four Kings.

When Locke heard this, his heart trembled violently, and the two hearts in his chest began to beat violently uncontrollably.

The heartbeat was rapid and powerful, like beating a war drum.

Horus, with his Primarch's super perception ability, easily captured Loken's subtle emotional changes.

In reality, Loken himself didn't have a strong desire for power. What really mattered to him was the Primarch Horus's approval and being needed by the Legion.

This feeling of being needed and recognized makes his blood boil far more than any power, and also makes him more determined in his beliefs.

"But right now, you need to accomplish even greater feats. Only then can you silence Abaddon completely, stop Horus from talking behind your back, and ensure that the other members of the Council of Four Kings welcome you with genuine respect, rather than disgust."

Horus spoke again. As the Primarch, his perception was extremely sharp. He clearly sensed that all of Loken's hearts had stopped beating for a long time at that moment.

Perhaps, this can be regarded as a bit of bad taste unique to the Primarch.

"So, I hope you, even ask you, my descendant! Give me more support and devote your wisdom and strength to the Luna Wolves Legion without reservation."

At this point, He Linqi's tone had changed to an earnest request, and the meaning of his words was completely different.

"Yes! I swear to the great Wolf Shepherd God and to you, my noble genetic father, that I will do my best to live up to your every expectation and fulfill all your wishes!"

Loken knelt on one knee, his right fist pressed heavily against his chest, his expression solemn and his eyes full of desire for more glory and loyalty.