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In a quiet corridor of the palace, Leila and Aurora stood side by side, the sunlight shining through the carved window lattices onto them, casting fine shadows.

Leila frowned slightly and spoke softly, "The Blight, this nightmare from the past, well, to be exact, it once wreaked havoc and nearly completely destroyed the Third Legion."

"That mighty and impressive pride legion was reduced to a mere two hundred palace swordsmen, led by Akudona and Fabius.

"It wasn't until our brother Fulgrim returned in glory that a ray of light seemed to pierce this dark abyss. We heard that he used his blood and gene-seed to turn the tide and save everything, allowing the story to move towards its most perfect ending."

Aurora raised her head slightly and looked into the distance, as if she was thinking. After a moment, she asked:

"This is indeed perfect and in line with the philosophy of our Phoenix brothers, isn't it? Did you notice anything unusual?"

Leila's eyes shone, and she moved closer to Aurora, lowering her voice and saying mysteriously:

"In fact, that's not the case. Our Fulgrim, praised as the Perfect Phoenix, never truly cured the Blight. I discovered this after studying the genetic samples I stole from the newly born Emperor's Children. He simply used the gene-seed to strengthen the Third Legion, making it appear that the Blight was disappearing bit by bit, to deceive the public."

"So, all those in the Third Legion who were originally suffering from the Blight have died!"

Aurora frowned slightly, a hint of regret in her eyes, and spoke with emotion in her tone.

"Yeah, that's true." Leila nodded and responded.

Leila folded her arms, her eyes calm and indifferent. She just told her sister Aurora the truth she knew without reservation.

She really couldn't muster much interest in those Astartes who disappeared under the ravages of the blight. In her view, it was just the past that had already happened and became the dust of history.

Unless, in the Third Legion, there are people who have managed to escape from the clutches of the blight and survived tenaciously, perhaps that would arouse her desire to explore.

However, instead of wasting energy studying the only 200 remaining court swordsmen, it is better to focus on the Eldar to be faced next. After all, this can actually gain the praise of the Primarch brothers.

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Chapter 142 Medusa's Apology

After a long period of dealing with and pressuring the Iron Hands, the Dawnbringer, together with some of the White King's servants, sensed a glimmer of hope.

They noticed that the Iron Hand seemed to be showing signs of softening.

The Primarch also took action.

At the solemn yet turbulent offline apology meeting of the original leader, the dim lights seemed to add a touch of oppression to the solemn atmosphere.

The decorations around are simple and heavy, and every carving and every pattern seem to whisper about the glory and disputes of the past.

"I'm sorry, sister." Ferrus spoke. His voice, which was like a bell and usually intimidated the enemy on the battlefield, was deliberately lowered at this moment. His tone was full of sincerity, as if it was filled with a thousand kinds of guilt.

This soldier, who was famous for his iron will and never frowned even in the hail of bullets, now stood in the meeting hall with a somewhat stiff posture.

In this offline apology meeting for the Primarch, which was carefully prepared by Fulgrim and Huile and specifically designed to resolve conflicts between blood relatives, he completely lost the ruthlessness and courage he had on the battlefield.

He hesitated a lot when speaking, and the words seemed to be stuck in his throat again and again before being squeezed out with difficulty. He looked as embarrassed as a young boy facing a difficult problem.

Aurora stood quietly aside, her posture upright. After her gaze lingered on Ferrus for a moment, she lowered her head slightly and said softly:

"Well, okay, I'm actually also at fault. I shouldn't have been so impulsive. I'm sorry, Ferrus."

The Primarch's voice was soft but firm. Although she hadn't made any major mistakes in this conflict, as a blood brother, she cared more about Ferrus's feelings and maintaining their friendship.

At this moment when complex situations and delicate relationships are intertwined, an apology may be the best way to break the deadlock and allow both sides to step down with dignity.

At that moment, the flame of hope rose in their hearts, as if they saw the dawn of the return of humanity about to penetrate the haze of steel.

Ferrus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, also apologized sincerely to Aurora, even though Primarch Aurora was not present.

At this special moment when the Primarchs were gathered together, Fulgrim and Huile quietly watched the scene of Ferrus and Aurora apologizing to each other, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously rose up, revealing a relieved smile.

Unity and reconciliation among blood relatives are so precious. This touch of warmth seems to be able to dispel some of the haze that hangs over everyone's heads.

Ferrus slowly raised his head and looked around with a determined gaze, meeting the expectant eyes of his blood relatives.

He took a deep breath and made a resounding promise: "I promise you, my brothers and sisters, that the Iron Hands will cast aside the coldness of machinery and regain the warmth of humanity. We will embrace those vulnerable mortals with empathy, allowing the Iron Hands Legion to regain vitality and become a true force to protect humanity."

The voice was low but powerful, echoing in the space like a military order. It was not only spoken to IIIIV072's relatives present, but also announced to the entire universe the Iron Hand's determination to transform.

Aurora's eyes sparkled with excitement. To her, Ferrus's statement was like the bell of dawn, clear and loud, piercing through layers of fog, foreshadowing that the Iron Hands would completely bid farewell to the dark days of the past when they were alienated by machines and ignored humanity.

Chemos' Phoenix could not hide his joy. He had put a lot of effort into organizing this offline apology meeting for the Primarch, spending a lot of time and energy preparing for it.

He was trying to persuade Ferrus every moment, but when he saw Ferrus's firm commitment, his heart was instantly filled with a sense of accomplishment. He felt that all his efforts were worth it, as if he had created the new life of the Iron Hand with his own hands.

Huile stood aside, frowning slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I was surprised that Ferrus's statement was so resolute.

In her opinion, if the Iron Hands really changed as promised and abandoned their previous combat mode that relied too much on machinery, would it lead to a significant reduction in the Legion's combat efficiency in the future?

After all, in the cruel battlefield of the universe, efficiency is often a matter of life and death.

But even though she had doubts, she did not immediately refute it. Instead, she chose to wait and see, hoping that time would give the answer and see whether the Iron Hands could find the perfect balance between humanity and efficiency.

"With a steely will as its backbone and the warmth of humanity as its wings, the Iron Hand will take bold and resolute steps towards the endless sea of ​​stars."

At this significant moment, Ferrus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, stood in the center of the crowd, the center of attention, surrounded by thunderous applause from his kin.

The applause gathered into a powerful force that impacted his heart and made him truly feel the support and expectations from his loved ones.

"You will do it, my Medusa." Fulgrim spoke first, his unique voice echoing in the air.

While clapping enthusiastically, she tilted her head slightly, licked her rosy lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes full of admiration and possession.

The slightly embarrassed but extremely determined Ferrus in front of him made him feel a special charm. After all, he made an indelible contribution to this situation.

From the moment he first noticed the signs of conflict, to persuading all parties step by step and carefully preparing for this reconciliation party, he put in a lot of effort. Now seeing the transformation of Ferrus, he really likes it.

I'm not because my sisters are here now, he has to pick up the Gorgon's Medusa and kiss her to taste his anger.

"You will succeed, no, you will definitely do it. This is just a small step on your way forward." Aurora praised.

The red-gold light emanating from the Primarch's body contrasts with the cold texture of steel, like a beautiful painting.

She felt no envy at the applause her blood relatives received, and only had sincere blessings for her blood brothers.

Huile stood aside with a smile on his face, applauding and nodding solemnly at Ferrus.

Although he didn't say much, his nod was full of meaning, indicating both recognition and encouragement.

Ferrus immersed himself in the warm atmosphere.

He felt that this was the second happiest thing in his life. Looking back on the past, the most unforgettable joy for him was receiving the Emperor's supreme recognition on the Spirit of Vengeance. At that moment, he became the Emperor's proudest child.

And now, he is surrounded by the applause and praise of his blood relatives again, allowing him to experience another deep emotional bond.

After all, in the hearts of all Primarchs, family affection has incomparable weight. The affirmation of their parents and the recognition of their brothers and sisters are like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating their way forward. This is far more precious than any material or glory they have obtained.

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Chapter 143 Ferrus's Change

In the past, the Iron Hands roamed the stars with the precision of their machinery and the boldness of their tactics, forging a great reputation.

Those glorious battle records are magnificent epics written with blood and steel in the vast universe.

However, now I am lost!

The cold steel almost obscures the brilliance of humanity.

Ferrus's party ended, and his busiest time began.

He felt himself changing, but it was of his own accord.

His efforts paid off.

This is only the result of half a day.

On Terra itself, the Iron Hands' slight changes were visible to all, and this seemed to be a good start that everyone was happy with.

Of course he also sent news to his descendants in the Great Crusade.

But fate showed its ferocious fangs at this moment, and reality was like a surging black wave, ruthlessly swallowing up all beautiful expectations.

The Iron Hands Legion, far away on the front lines of the Great Crusade, was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

After receiving the news from their genetic father, there was only one sentence.

“No More Inappropriate Treatment of Auxiliary Soldiers”

But the Iron Hand has deeply ingrained the concept of the survival of the fittest and the weakness of flesh and blood.

The Primarch's words caused these descendants to understand the opposite of what the Primarch intended, and they embarked on mutually exclusive paths.

With a chilling determination, they coldly dragged the mortal auxiliary army onto the transformation platform.

In the transformation workshop where machines roared and sparks flew, the dignity of life was wantonly trampled upon, the cries of mortals were ruthlessly drowned out, and living souls were forcibly reshaped into mechanical servants without independent emotions and who obeyed orders blindly in the interweaving of steel and circuits.

A closer look at their actions reveals a cold, mechanical, and cruel atmosphere.

They seemed to be overwhelmed by the enthusiasm for mechanical transformation and fell into a paranoid obsession. They no longer saw the value and dignity of the mortal auxiliary army as independent individuals.

In their worldview, those mortals who once had flesh and blood, dreams and emotions, have become "raw materials" that can be manipulated and transformed at will, just to satisfy the Legion's blind pursuit of mechanical power.

They also pass on what they have done to their genetic father, thinking that they will receive praise from their father.

However, when the news reached Terra like a bolt from the blue, hitting Ferrus' heart, his world seemed to collapse in an instant.

Astonishment, anger and self-blame were like three poisonous snakes that quickly entangled his soul.

Gorgon Medusa stood there in a daze, the confident promises of the past still echoing in his ears, but now the reality was like the loudest and cruelest slap in the face, making him see stars and his cheeks burn with pain.

The Primarch was in extreme inner entanglement and struggle.

On the one hand, anger burned in his chest at his descendants' audacious and rebellious behavior. It was the anger at the trampling of humanity and the blatant challenge to his authority. They distorted his earnest instructions beyond recognition and completely sealed the warmth and hope of life with the cold shell of the machine.

On the other hand, the voice of self-condemnation exploded in his heart like thunder. He regretted it deeply, blaming himself for being too naive and thinking that with just that casual remark, he could correct the legion's already tilted course.

For a moment, he was surprised to find that his style of doing things was so similar to that of his aloof and mysterious emperor father: he was always used to burying his myriad thoughts deep in his heart, trying to control the overall situation with just a few words, naively postponing difficult problems, hoping to solve them calmly after the end of the Great Expedition, but completely ignoring the urgency and severity of the current problems.

At this moment, Terra had become a land of thorns for him, and every inch of land seemed to be mocking his breach of contract.

This made him feel very uncomfortable and he couldn't stay for a moment.

With a heart full of urgency and determination, he hurriedly set out on his journey home, taking with him all the Iron Hands on Terra.

He didn't say goodbye to any of his blood relatives, not even the perfect Phoenix.

The spacecraft's engine continued to roar, like a giant steel beast ready to go, continuously outputting surging power, pushing the spacecraft forward through the vast universe.

At the same time, the mind of Primarch Ferrus was like another more sophisticated and complex super engine, running at an unimaginable speed.

At this moment, Medusa of Gorgon knew that escape would not solve any problem. Now he had to face the storm he created like a lone hero.

After returning to the Legion, he will have a face-to-face soul battle with his descendants.

It is no longer empty preaching, but concrete actions to recalibrate the direction of the Iron Hands Legion step by step.

He had to delve deeper into what factors allowed the descendants to misinterpret orders so wantonly: was it the long-standing excessive reverence for machines within the Legion that had formed a distorted cultural foundation?

Or was it that during the long war, external pressure caused their psychological defenses to deviate and lead them to extremes?

He wants to reshape the correct values ​​in the legion and make every soldier truly understand that the weight of life cannot be borne by cold machines, and the brilliance of human nature is the force most worth upholding.

But how could Ferrus's departure without saying goodbye, which he thought was secretive, easily escape the eagle-like eyes and ears of the other Primarchs?

In this turbulent situation of the human empire, all forces remain highly vigilant about each other's movements, not to mention the existence of the Primarch level.

When the news of Ferrus's quiet departure spread, the Primarchs exchanged knowing glances, their lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Especially in Fulgrim's view, FeiQ*U-N1笼淇覇-企俬乌刘鲁斯's behavior was like that of a young boy who, after suddenly recalling his past ignorant and reckless behavior, chose to escape in a panic due to shame and the eagerness to make amends.

And he brought all his descendants with him.

"The Emperor ordered me to go to Inwit and repair his things." Lario broke the brief peace. She stood in front of the Primarch sisters and said this calmly.

Aurora looked left and right, and then listened to Lario's tone, which definitely meant that he needed help with the work.

"Okay, sisters, tell me, what do you want me to do again?" Aurora said helplessly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She knew the situation too well.

"The thing I need to repair is enormous beyond imagination! Even the high-ranking officials of the Mechanicum, who spend their days studying profound mechanical knowledge, would have to discuss it together before standing in front of it. And you, Aurora, are definitely lucky to be traveling with me this time. This journey may be difficult, but it will definitely become a highlight in our resumes, leaving others far behind."

As Lario spoke, his eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation, but beside him, Leila and Huile, who were also eleven Primarchs, had wooden expressions.

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Chapter 144 Stone said you should leave

Lareo's eyes were red, and his sparkling eyes were full of grievance. He bit his lower lip slightly. His bright red lips were like the most beautiful petals in spring, and they looked even more pitiful after being bitten.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she couldn't bear the burden. Her voice was choked with a barely perceptible sob as she complained coquettishly:

"Why aren't you willing? I'm in such a miserable state. Every day that hateful old man treats me like a tool, orders me around. I don't have a moment's peace. I'm in such a difficult situation. Can't you lend me a hand and help me?"