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Look at the group of people who went to greet them. The tall and mighty figure of Leman Russ was in the front, and beside him was the stern-looking Lario, and now she was added to the list.

That’s not right. It seems there are no other greeting staff.

Aurora pondered to herself.

"He's different."

Lareo seemed to see through Aurora's thoughts. He reached out and gently held her hand, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"What's the difference? Aren't they all Primarchs after all?" Aurora stopped, her eyes flashing with curiosity and confusion, and turned to look at Lario.

Lareo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, and noticed that Leman Russ in front of him didn't look at him. He lowered his voice and said, "He is the Primarch of the First Legion, the one designated by the Emperor to control the unknown dark side of the Imperium. It's understandable that you and Ferrus have some grudges, but you must make friends with this guy."

"He is involved in secret affairs hidden in the shadows, never to be exposed to the light of day. The undercurrents of the entire empire are all under his control."

After saying that, Lario pulled Aurora to quicken her pace and rushed towards the welcoming place at full speed.

"But there's no need to be so anxious about this! Besides, it's not even time for the official reception yet. You're so impatient to pull me up. It's too early!"

Aurora's eyebrows were raised, her words were full of anger, but her feet were involuntarily pulled forward by Lario.

"We just got the news that our brother from Caliban is dealing with some troublemakers in the Legion. We can't miss such an exciting event. We have to hurry and join in the fun."

Lario spoke excitedly, his steps becoming more and more hurried, as if he would miss out on a great opportunity if he was even a second late.

In terms of being well-informed, apart from the mysterious 20th Legion, she is probably the best. I wonder where she got these secrets from.

"Hmph, alright! Hurry up, hurry up!"

A glint of excitement flashed in Aurora's eyes, and her curiosity was instantly ignited. She thought to herself, I want to see what kind of talented people are hidden in the First Legion who dare to cause trouble in front of the Primarch.

After saying that, the two of them started running.

In an instant, the two of them were like arrows shot from a bow, and they actually overtook Leman Russ who had been striding forward in front of them, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The three Primarchs arrived at the scene, only to be greeted by a chaotic yet shocking scene.

Among all the Primarchs, the Wolf King was the first to speak. His eyes widened and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Good boy!"

However, his admiration was not simply directed at the newly returned brother, but he was deeply impressed by the Astartes of the First Legion in front of him.

They were able to hold their own for many rounds in the fierce sparring with their own original body, which was beyond imagination.

The Wolf King smacked his lips and thought to himself, his wolf cubs usually couldn't even survive three moves at his hands, but compared to these members of the First Legion, the difference was obvious.

"Hmph, they are indeed capable, but they are still far behind my Dawnbringers." Aurora raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing a spirit of not admitting defeat.

She secretly estimated that among the Terran warriors in her own legion, there were also many capable and skilled fighters. If they were to be dragged out for a duel, they would not necessarily be at a disadvantage.

Leman Russ nodded heavily and echoed in a muffled voice:

"Well, no match for my Space Wolves."

Although he said so, he felt a pang of sourness in his heart.

Thinking back, his Terran descendants were really useless and he had to deal with many of them with his own hands. Now seeing how powerful the First Legion is, how could he not feel jealous?

Lario seemed not to hear their discussion. He walked lightly towards the newly returned brother - the Lion King's adoptive father.

With an elegant posture and a smile on her face, she said softly, "Hello, Mr. Luther, I am Ryan's blood relative Huile. What is going on here?"

Luther raised his head and looked at the polite Primarch in front of him. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he could not believe that such a gentle and elegant person could be the blood relative of his adopted son.

He calmed down and explained calmly, "Oh, Leon is verifying the true strength of the First Legion. He will be commanding this legion in the future, so he naturally needs to understand their strengths in advance and have a clear understanding of them."

Luther didn't want his Leon to lose face in front of his blood relatives.

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Chapter 167 Discussion

As a Primarch, Lion King Leon's senses were incredibly sharp. Even in the midst of the fierce battle, he instantly sensed his brothers and sisters' arrival. Almost subconsciously, his movements suddenly accelerated. Soldiers of the First Legion, who had previously managed to withstand ten blows under his fierce assault, were now unable to withstand even three, and were defeated one after another.

Liu Yi v Instrument Doctor [玐(IV) 4+ 巴尔和The Lion King was not blindly brave and aggressive. When he exerted his strength, he quietly restrained his strength.

Jonson—this was his more private and respectful name. As a Primarch who respected the way of chivalry, he never wanted to leave an impression of being barbaric and reckless in front of his blood relatives. To him who adhered to noble creeds, that was a blasphemy that was almost shameful.

He was the first Primarch whom the Emperor had high hopes for, carrying countless glories and missions. After returning from Chaos, the Emperor solemnly invited the three Primarchs to hold this grand celebration ceremony just for him.

At this moment, he had to demonstrate his extraordinary strength to convince everyone and let his soldiers know his absolute authority; he also had to strike a good balance in front of his brothers and sisters, showing elegance and self-control, and maintaining the honor and dignity of being a knight. His every move was full of deep meaning, affecting the perception of him by everyone present.

However, the First Legion's anger grew stronger, as they felt the Primarch's contempt and disrespect for them.

In their minds, if it were not for the Emperor's authority as an endorsement, how could these Primarchs be born high and mighty and bully them?

They are elite warriors who have gone through countless battles and fought tirelessly for victory and glory. They are conquering machines that terrify the enemy!

They exist to shed their blood on the battlefield and create glory, not to be treated as playthings bestowed by the emperor to his children, or as juggling toys for people to manipulate at will.

Despite their fury, their attacks became more frequent and swift, yet they remained powerless before the Lion King. Like a towering mountain, the Lion King remained steady and unshakeable. Facing the onslaught of attacks, he remained calm and composed, easily neutralizing each one and bringing down the enraged warriors one by one.

Every block and counterattack was just right, showing his extraordinary strength and seeming to silently declare his authority and unchallengeability to the First Legion.

And after the lions conquered all the first legion

The Primarchs gathered around the dining table, and for a moment, the atmosphere was a little subtle.

Leman Russ seemed completely oblivious. He was a large and strong man, and was now feasting without any scruples. The food in his hand was quickly devoured by him, his cheeks bulging, and he ate with great relish.

Not only that, he would raise his head from time to time, glance at his brothers and sisters, and urge them incoherently: "Don't just stand there, hurry up and use your chopsticks, don't let this delicious food go to waste!"

In contrast, the other Prototypes had different reactions.

Aurora and Lareo looked at each other secretly, and tacitly chose to remain in place.

A hint of stubbornness appeared on their delicate faces. They would rather go hungry at this moment and endure the protests of hunger in their stomachs, rather than expose themselves to the embarrassing situation of "eating at the speed of light" in front of their brothers. After all, as Primarchs, they still have to take their image into consideration.

Zhuang Sen sat upright at the table, never moving.

There was a hint of forbearance in his deep eyes. He knew very well that he respected the way of chivalry and must never show his barbaric and rough side in front of his blood relatives.

Even though Leman Russ across from him was eating so intently that he lost himself in his food, displaying a wild attitude that attracted the attention of others, he only clenched his fists slightly, exerted strength secretly, and used all his rationality to restrain his inner impulse, so as not to swing his clenched fist towards Leman Russ and disrupt the seemingly peaceful atmosphere of the dinner.

Just when the atmosphere was becoming somewhat delicate, Lario cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

Lareo's face was calm, but his tone was extremely serious. "Everyone, I have received new news. After organizing this welcome party for Jonson, we must set off immediately to reunite with our parents and many brothers. The Emperor and the Regent have important matters that they want us to discuss together."

Aurora frowned slightly and asked first:

"It is truly difficult to imagine what kind of crucial matter it is that necessitates the urgent summoning of us, the now-returned Primarchs? What kind of thorny problem could be the one they wish to discuss?"

However, she received only silence.

The Primarchs looked at each other, confusion in their eyes.

They had fought all over the world and were knowledgeable, but faced with this unknown and important matter that they had no clue about, they fell into deep thought for a moment.

…………

The two great beings of the Empire crossed the galaxy and started a long-distance conversation concerning the fate of the Empire.

On one end, there is the emperor shrouded in light and majestic. His figure seems to be able to penetrate time and space, making people feel endless oppression; on the other end, there is Xi, who looks a little tired but still has a sharp gaze.

"I really can't understand why you summoned those Primarchs to Caliban?" Xi broke the silence first, frowning slightly, her tone full of confusion.

The Emperor's voice, steady as a bell, came slowly, "The reason is simple. These Primarchs happen to be closest to Caliban at the moment. This arrangement will allow us to gather our forces as quickly as possible."

Xi sighed softly and raised her hand to press her throbbing temples. These days, an ominous premonition always lingered in her heart, making it difficult for her to find peace.

"Never mind. Now that things have come to this, let's gather the existing Primarchs and immediately form a temporary Warmaster. According to reliable intelligence, the alien race of Randan has already launched a fierce invasion on the Forge World of Shana, and..."

She paused, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. "Lately, I've often felt like there's something strange trembling in my head. This is not a good sign. I just hope the situation doesn't get out of control."

When mentioning Ran Dan, Xi's eyes revealed a hint of regret. This was just a name she had casually given to a certain race in the past. Who could have expected that they would grow so strong and cause such waves.

But this was just Ran Dan, and it wouldn't give her a headache. She always felt that there was a bigger conspiracy behind this matter.

"Don't worry," the emperor's voice seemed to have a soothing magic.

"The Randan aliens are, at best, just a minor stumbling block on our path to galactic conquest. No matter how hard we try, they can't rival the former warlords of Terra."

Xi nodded slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke decisively:

"Just in case, let's limit the temporary Warmaster's authority to just four legions. I have a hunch that there's a larger conspiracy brewing behind this, so we have to proceed with caution."

After that, the two fell into a brief silence, each pondering the future of the empire. Although no words were spoken, the invisible pressure seemed to be able to penetrate the galaxy and make each other feel the same.

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Chapter 168: Primarchs Gathering (4K)

Above the vast starry sky, a city-state that seems to be made of steel is quietly floating. Its outline shines with a cold and resolute metallic luster under the dark sky, like a lost island of interstellar civilization, exuding endless mystery.

This city-state is well-planned, with magnificent buildings stacked layer upon layer, and brilliant lights in between, like stars, making it look like a dreamland.

The streets are spacious and clean, with people coming and going, traffic, and a strong atmosphere of life. Although it is located between the stars, it shows the vitality and prosperity of life everywhere, as if it is a unique pearl in the universe, blooming with the brilliance of human civilization.

"I have never had the privilege of witnessing such a sight, even on the Emperor's renowned Golden Dream."

There was a hint of amazement in Aurora's voice that was hard to conceal. Her eyes were fixed on the city floating in the starry sky before her, her eyes full of admiration and awe for its beauty.

Lareo nodded slightly, equally astonished by this magnificent city-state:

"The Emperor's Visionary Dream is naturally incomparable. This is a masterpiece created by mankind during the Golden Age with all its might. Moreover, it was designed for civilian use. The effort and wisdom embodied in it are simply incomparable."

Not far behind them, Leman Russ and his group were walking quietly. They deliberately kept as much distance as possible from the opposite side, just like cats and dogs on different paths.

"Even the Phalanx pales in comparison to it."

Aurora couldn't help but blurt out that in her heart, although the Phalanx was also a brilliant crystallization of the golden age, it still seemed a little dim under the unique charm of this starry city-state.

Just at this moment, Rogal Dorn strode over from a distance, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and every step he took was steady and powerful.

"That's true,"

His voice was deep and powerful, as if he was making the most fair judgment on the miracles in the universe.

"But you're overestimating the Mountain Array. Don't compare it to anything else. After all, in this vast universe, existences that can surpass this starry city-state are probably rare."

Guilliman followed closely behind, his eyes deep and calm as he watched everything silently, as if thinking about the meaning behind this city-state and the various possibilities for the future.

At this moment, Aurora's cheeks flushed slightly, like a child who had said something bad about someone behind their back but was caught on the spot. She pursed her lips a little embarrassedly, but her eyes still showed admiration and yearning for this city-state.

"Ahem," Leman Russ coughed twice, trying to break the somewhat delicate atmosphere. "It's time for us to go in too. Don't make the other brothers wait anxiously."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked forward. Seeing this, the others followed suit.

Even Guilliman, who was somewhat unwelcome in the crowd, walked silently with the team at this moment, not understanding why his brothers didn't talk to him?

Did I do something wrong?

The crowd continued walking, and soon they arrived at the central hall of the city-state.

As soon as I stepped into the hall, I was shocked by the scene before me.

The dome of the hall is made of a special transparent material, which allows the vast galaxy outside to be clearly visible, and the bright starlight pours down without reservation.

It illuminated the entire hall, and the starlight was like crushed diamonds, dazzling and eye-catching, making people feel as if they were at the center of the universe, becoming one with the endless stars.

Inside the hall, there was a row of neatly arranged and gorgeous chairs. Six Primarchs had already arrived early and were sitting around having a lively conversation.

Horus, who is regarded as an elder brother by everyone, has an upright posture and exudes an innate leadership temperament.

His sharp eyesight instantly spotted the people who had just entered. A friendly smile appeared on his face, and he greeted them, "You're here. Come and sit down."

Next to Horus was Ferrus, who had a strong physique, with muscular lines faintly visible under his armor. He was like a towering mountain, exuding an aura of determination and calmness.

Ferrus nodded slightly as a greeting to everyone, with a barely perceptible concern in his eyes.

Fulgrim sat beside him. He was extraordinarily handsome, with long golden hair cascading down behind him like a waterfall. His armor was carved with exquisite patterns, and it shone with a charming luster under the starlight.

He raised his hand gracefully and waved it gently, with a faint smile on his lips, showing his nobility and composure.

Sanguinius sat opposite Fulgrim, the pair of snow-white wings behind him slightly spread out, emitting a soft light, as if an angel had descended to earth.

His face was kind and gentle, and his eyes were full of love and tolerance, making people unconsciously want to get closer to him.

At this moment, Sanguinius rose slowly and gracefully, his figure standing tall and straight like a pine tree. He had a gentle expression, his eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and then he lightly nodded his chin, extending a warm greeting to everyone. The welcome he showed was like the warm spring sun, warming people's hearts and naturally revealed on his face.

Seeing this, Aurora and Lareo also nodded in agreement, their movements neatly and modestly.

Leman Russ walked steadily towards his seat and sat down calmly, his expression showing a sense of calmness and composure.

Guilliman looked around calmly, and finally chose a seat opposite Ferrus. He walked over slowly and sat down quietly, his posture straight and motionless like a mountain.

Rogal Dorn strode towards Horus, their eyes met, and a quiet conversation began.

And Jonson was near them.