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"Because there are many people more suitable than him, but you seem to be using a voting system, right?" The puppet asked the emperor.

"Hmm." The Emperor responded briefly.

"Then do I have the right to vote?" the puppet asked immediately.

"You and I each have but one vote," the Emperor replied.

"If there's nothing more interesting, I'll vote for Leman Russ or Jonson," the puppet said, fiddling with its fingers and making a sound like wood colliding with wood.

"Shouldn't it be Horus? Why the two of them?" The Emperor was full of doubts, his fingers moving unconsciously, thinking in his mind about how to canvass votes for his most beloved offspring Horus.

"The position of Warmaster you created is too powerful. I can't feel at ease. After all, in our eyes, those Primarchs are just children who have only lived for a dozen years. I really can't let them down. Therefore, I would rather give the position of Warmaster to a Primarch who is not good at using power than to one who can use it well."

The puppet explained patiently.

The Emperor frowned slightly, surprised by the puppet's words. He spoke slowly, "Horus is not what you imagine. You should have seen that he demonstrated remarkable leadership and wisdom during the Great Crusade, achieving remarkable feats in numerous battles. He is the perfect choice to lead the Legions."

The puppet shook its head slightly, its wooden joints creaking softly. "Military achievements and abilities are not everything, Emperor. Power is a double-edged sword. The more powerful a Primarch is, the more likely he is to develop ulterior motives for power. The consequences will be disastrous."

The Emperor fell into deep thought. He understood the puppet's concerns, but Horus had always been the child he trusted the most and had the highest hopes for.

After a moment, the Emperor raised his head, his gaze firm, and said, "I have confidence in Horus's loyalty, his deep love for the Imperium, and his ability to exercise the power of the Warmaster with justice and wisdom."

The puppet looked at him and said, "Loyalty can sometimes become fragile in the face of absolute power. Look at those who were once loyal. How many of them can still stick to their original intentions under the temptation of power?"

The Emperor did not immediately refute, for he knew that the puppet's concerns were not unreasonable.

But in his heart, Horus was different.

After a long silence, the Emperor spoke slowly: "Regardless, the vote will determine everything. But I still hope that you will reconsider Horus and view his abilities and loyalty from a more comprehensive perspective."

The puppet shrugged, and its wooden shoulders moved up and down.

"Then we'll wait and see. Besides, I've always suggested that you abolish the position of Warmaster. I never thought this position was suitable for any of these Primarchs.

If you don't cancel.

Let's see where the final vote goes.

Before that, I will keep my own opinion. As for who I will vote for, it will never be the most suitable one. "

After that, the puppet stopped talking and the room fell into silence. Only the occasional sound of wood rubbing against each other echoed in the silence.

……

On the Spirit of Vengeance, Horus was sitting in his magnificently decorated command room, the atmosphere around him solemn and awe-inspiring.

The Primarch's gaze was focused on the huge holographic screen in front of him, on which flashed the strategic layout maps of various galaxies and constantly jumping intelligence data.

The staff officers beside him reported the latest news in a low voice. Horus nodded slightly, occasionally offering a few precise insights.

He was determined to win the Warmaster election. As his flagship, the Vengeful Spirit had witnessed his countless glorious victories and now seemed to be accumulating strength for the upcoming election.

A rapid prompt tone suddenly rang out from the communication channel. A communications officer quickly accessed the information, then quickly walked to Horus' side, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Horus's eyes instantly became sharp, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

The Lord of the Moon Wolf seemed to have learned some news that was extremely beneficial to his campaign, which undoubtedly increased his confidence.

Meanwhile, on the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, the Astartes warriors were undergoing intensive training.

Their coordinated movements and determined eyes demonstrate their absolute loyalty to Horus.

These warriors knew that if their leader became a Warmaster, he would lead them on a greater journey to defend the glory of the empire.

And they will become the most solid force behind Horus' campaign for Warmaster.

After touring the ship, Horus returned to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, a beautiful and elegant angel was already sitting there.

He was enjoying with relish the precious fruits that Horus had collected from various planets.

It was Sanguinius. His beauty was like a god descending to earth, his white wings slightly outstretched.

"Oh my goodness! I just returned from a patrol of my Vengeful Spirit and I see you feasting on my prized fruit collection."

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At this moment, Sanguinius was throwing a red fruit into the air, then accurately opening his mouth to catch it, crushing it with his teeth, and slowly swallowing it.

"Don't be so stingy! After all, I am your most loyal supporter, and I'm eager for you, Horus, to become the Warmaster. If the other brothers and sisters knew that Horus could mistreat such a beautiful follower like me, what would they think?"

Sanguinius quipped with a smile after swallowing the fruit.

Horus laughed heartily at Sanguinius' words. He walked forward and casually sat down on a chair nearby. "You're right. I'm not such a stingy person. I collected these fruits from various exotic planets. Each one is hard to come by, so it's inevitable that I treasure them more."

Sanguinius chuckled, picking up another piece of fruit and toying with it in his hands. "I know how much you value them, but they look so tempting. Besides, I'm here to cheer you up, future Warmaster."

The angel blinked, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"With your encouragement, I feel more at ease." Horus said, as if he really breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, how come our awe-inspiring Lord Wolf Shepherd God actually has no confidence in himself?"

Sanguinius had a teasing smile on his face. As he spoke, he stuffed another green fruit into his mouth, and the sour taste immediately spread.

"You know, too, that Jonson's First Legion is far more powerful than any other Primarch's legion. And there's Leman Russ, the second Primarch to return to the Imperium after me. The glory he's gained over the years is no less than mine."

Horus could not hide his worry in his words.

"You're actually worried about this? This is different from the Wolf God I know." Sanguinius said, handing him a green fruit.

Horus took the fruit and toyed with it casually, a look of helplessness on his face. "The so-called tough exterior of the Wolf God is just a facade in front of everyone. In reality, I'm also worried and afraid. After all, we brothers are no ordinary people."

"Why, are you still afraid of our brothers? Tell me about it, so I can encourage you again."

Sanguinius said as he stuffed another green fruit into his mouth and then handed one to Horus.

Horus looked at the fruit in his hand and thought that only this angelic brother had a special liking for fruit.

"And Ferrus. The Iron Hands Legion's artillery fire roared across the galaxy. That powerful firepower made it difficult for all enemies of humanity in the galaxy to resist. And his tough thinking was just as indestructible as that firepower."

"Then there's Roboute Guilliman, Lord of 500 Worlds and Ultramar. He can easily accomplish many things that I have to personally go to the battlefield to accomplish with just the quill in his hand. It's truly terrifying."

After Horus finished speaking, he stuffed the two green fruits handed to him by Sanguinius into his mouth.

At this moment, just like the helpless feeling he had towards his brothers in real life who were too outstanding, sourness instantly filled his mouth.

He knew in his heart that he had been set up by Sanguinius again.

However, even so, he still felt very happy in his heart.

"But besides them, we still have many brothers. Why don't you talk to them more, write letters to them, and improve your relationship." Sanguinius gave advice.

Horus sighed helplessly and said, "Aside from Vulkan, Mortarion, and Magnus, who have clearly expressed their support for me, Aurora told me in a letter that she fought alongside Jonson during the Randan War and therefore clearly supports Jonson as Warmaster. As for the other brothers, it's like the letter I sent to Pturabo, which fell on deaf ears and I haven't received a response to date."

Sanguinius frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems the situation is indeed somewhat complicated. Those brothers who have not yet responded may still be waiting to see who is more worthy of the Warmaster. You might as well take the initiative and find an opportunity to talk to them face to face. Demonstrate your determination and plan, and perhaps you can change their minds."

Horus smiled bitterly and shook his head. "It's easier said than done. The Primarchs are all busy with their own affairs and scattered across the galaxy. It's not easy to get them together. Moreover, even if we meet, there's no guarantee we can convince them."

Sanguinius patted Horus on the shoulder. "How can we know if we don't try? You are Horus, the most charismatic of us all. If you open your heart and speak candidly, perhaps you can impress them. For example, you could discuss your understanding of the responsibilities of the Warmaster and how you would lead the Imperium to a more glorious future if you became Warmaster. Just treat it as a close conversation between brothers. Don't overthink it or overthink it."

Horus's eyes flickered, as if touched by Sanguinius' words.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "You have a point. I was a little hesitant. Even if there is only a slight chance, I should strive for it. I will try to contact those brothers who have not yet expressed their opinions and find an opportunity to communicate with them face to face."

Sanguinius smiled with satisfaction. "That's right. I believe that with your ability and charm, you will surely win the support of more brothers. Moreover, I will do my utmost to help you. Of course, you must also provide me with fruit as a treat."

Horus looked at Sanguinius gratefully. "I am fortunate to have you by my side. With your help, I am more confident. Next, I will begin arranging a meeting with the other brothers."

Horus stood up, a determined light rekindled in his eyes, as if he was ready to face the challenge.

……

The arrangement of the stars changes quietly, as if foreshadowing the occurrence of some major events.

At this time, the Iron Blood is traveling between galaxies, shouldering the important mission of clearing out aliens.

On the Iron Blood, alarms sounded one after another, and red warning lights flashed in every cabin.

Through the observation window, one can see dense swarms of aliens rushing towards the Iron Blood like a tide.

These aliens have different shapes, some are agile and quick; some are huge and powerful, but without exception they exude a ferocious and dangerous aura.

On the bridge, Lario had a serious expression. As the captain, she stared at the tactical screen in front of her and kept giving orders.

"Attention everyone, prepare for battle! Weapon systems charging, targeting incoming aliens. Maintain maximum shield power to ensure the safety of the battleship."

Following his orders, the crew members acted quickly, each performing their duties, and engaged in battle in a tense and orderly manner.

The ship's guns roared deafeningly, and dazzling beams of light shot towards the alien group, instantly exploding in the pile of aliens, blowing large areas of aliens into pieces.

But there were a large number of aliens, and they rushed forward one after another. Some smaller aliens even broke through the artillery blockade and quickly approached the Iron Blood.

"Activate the close-in defense system!" Lario gave an order, and energy barriers instantly rose around the battleship. At the same time, short-range weapons began to fire wildly, shooting down the approaching aliens one after another.

However, the aliens' attacks became increasingly fierce, and the Iron Blood's shield began to flicker under the continuous attack, and the energy readings continued to decline.

Faced with such a severe situation, the iron warriors on the Iron Blood stayed at their posts.

"Why are there so many of these worm aliens? It seems we have stumbled into a large alien nest." Lario couldn't help but frown, his heart full of confusion.

In the vast universe, worm-shaped aliens were like a black tide, continuously rushing towards the Iron Blood.

Their slender and twisted bodies twisted among the stars, so densely packed that it made one's scalp tingle.

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These worm aliens have invaded the wrong fleet.

After all, at the beginning of the Great Crusade, the Iron Warriors of the IVth Legion were equipped with superior firepower beyond that of other Legions.

At this moment, the guns in the hands of every Iron Warrior were spewing out fire snakes, venting their anger towards those arrogant insects.

The sound of gunfire was deafening, and flames flickered in interstellar space, repelling the approaching worm aliens one after another.

As the Primarch, Lareo's psychic energy flew wildly.

His fingers danced rhythmically. He was only wearing the uniform of an officer of the Fourth Legion. Although it fit him very well, it was very difficult to wear it in the current emergency.

As she manipulated her psychic energy, a swarm of worm-like aliens were attracted.

These aliens also seemed to be trying to attack her.

Seeing this, Lareo let out a psychic scream.

The scream reverberated through the Warp, reverberating throughout the area, centered on her psychic projection.

The soul projection of the worm alien in the warp was directly shattered by the Primarch under this powerful psychic impact.

For a Primarch who was adept at using psychic energy, the display of power was unreasonable.

As the alien's soul projection in the subspace was shattered, the worm alien in the real space seemed to have suffered some kind of severe damage, and its originally crazy movements became slow and chaotic.

Their twisting bodies were no longer as flexible, colliding with each other and losing their previous orderly attack rhythm.

The Iron Warriors also seized this rare opportunity to further increase their firepower output.

The ship's guns continued to roar, and every shot accurately hit the alien group. The impact force generated by the explosion blew the aliens into pieces.

The guns in the soldiers' hands kept spitting out flames, and the dense firepower network suppressed the aliens that tried to approach.

Lareo didn't stop her movements.

After all, as an alien expert, she knew that as long as the breeding nest of this alien was still there, the crisis would still exist.

He concentrated his mind and further expanded the range of his psychic perception, trying to find the alien nest hidden in the dark through the vast space.

In the psychic vision, the universe presents a strange and complex scene.

Various energies intertwined and flickered, and Lario carefully searched for abnormal fluctuations in this ocean of psychic energy.

Finally, at the edge of the battlefield, a strong and evil psychic fluctuation was detected. The source of that fluctuation was most likely the alien breeding nest.

"We've found the approximate location of the alien nest!" Lario informed Peitu Labo through the communication channel.

Labo responded immediately, "Adjust the warship's course and head towards the target area at full speed. At the same time, maintain fire suppression on the surrounding aliens and don't let them interfere with our operations!"

The Iron Blood drew an arc in space and rushed towards the alien nest.

The worm aliens that had not yet been eliminated seemed to have sensed the battleship's intentions and gathered together again, desperately rushing towards the Iron Blood, trying to prevent them from approaching their nest.

Billions and billions of worm-like aliens, like a black tide, continued to block the advance of the giant Iron Blood.

They really messed with someone they shouldn't have messed with.

They targeted the Iron Blood in order to provide new nutrition for the newborns that the queen was about to give birth to.