Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Our brothers' aesthetic tastes are actually not important. Although we all have different aesthetic tastes due to different birth environments, I still want to express my attitude towards my brothers through careful preparation. I respect them and hope to gain their friendship. I am willing to help my brothers, and I also want to achieve great things with them." Horus turned around with a smile and said to the brother beside him.

"Horus, you are so kind. You are willing to open your heart to any brother, no matter whether he is outstanding or not." Fugen said with a smile.

"They must be excellent, because after all, they have the same father as us, a king as great as a god." Horus walked over, patted Fulgrim on the shoulder and said.

"Yes, they all have to be excellent, but we will be better than them." Fugen was still so conceited.

"Well, Phoenix from Chemos, the Emperor's honor and face, are you ready to meet our new brothers? Your offspring are still waiting for you on your flagship." Horus said.

"Of course, they're already prepared. They're ready to act with the Luna Wolves at any time, whether in combat or Imperial protocol." Fulgrim said this, but he was still ready to return immediately. His father's orders came first. He could take a break from his work to joke with Horus, but when it came to things that really needed to be done, Fulgrim was very efficient.

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"The Primarch of the Fifth Legion? We have a new brother." After Fulgrim left, Horus walked in the hall, followed by Sejanus and Abaddon.

"Although Ferrus is excellent, he is not excellent enough." Horus said as he walked, seemingly talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking something. "Guilliman, my brother, a very outstanding child of my father, participated in the battle led by Ferrus after his return, and suffered heavy losses. What would Guilliman think?"

"And the brother named Lion Jonson, the Primarch of the terrifying First Legion, will take over Ferrus's duties and go to the dark area in the northern part of the galaxy to continue to fight against the terrifying xenos."

Horus hesitated, wondering whether he should join the war against the Randan xenos, aiming for victory and proving himself superior to his brothers. As Primarch, Horus knew of their existence. However, he knew only a limited amount, as the Emperor's decrees restricted access to crucial data only to Legions directly involved in the Randan campaign. Clearly, these xenos were extremely dangerous, and the leak of information about them would cause anxiety and panic.

Horus was proud, but at the same time, he was rational and thoughtful. He knew that Ferrus was no mediocre talent, but rather a distinguished figure among his fellow Primarchs. His combined force of over 8 Space Marines was a formidable force, yet such a Legion's victory was a narrow one. Now, the First Legion needed to give its all.

"Randan is only an enemy of the Empire, a strategic aspect. The First and Tenth Legions are sufficient." After thinking for several minutes, Horus spoke. He made a decision. He decided to temporarily abandon the plan to participate in the Battle of Randan. Because his army still needed to conquer other directions.

He had ample reason to convince himself, and even the Emperor and his descendants would understand. But Horus knew that at this moment, he was afraid of the xenos called Randan. He did not want his legion to be damaged by the Randan xenos, nor did he want his reputation to be tarnished by them. He knew the enemy's strength, and although if his father ordered him into battle, he would give his all to defeat the enemy, but for now, he still chose to follow his own plan and eliminate the enemies on the road of the empire's expansion step by step.

"Sejanus, my most trusted son, are you ready?" Horus didn't dwell too long on the war between the Randan xenos and his brother. In his view, nothing was more important than reclaiming a Legion and a brother. Sejanus was responsible for the subsequent Legion communication, while Abaddon was to demonstrate the Legion's bravery and spirit.

"It's ready, father," Sejanus responded immediately.

"Very good." Horus then turned and looked at Abaddon, who was standing beside him. "Take care of yourself, Abaddon. Don't make the same mistake as Eichmander. We can show our strength, but at the same time, we must respect our comrades. Follow Sigianus's orders. You are one of my most cherished children. If you make a mistake, I will punish you personally."

"That's what I want." Abaddon said with a smile.

"Sejanus, take this guy and get out of my sight!" Horus cursed with a smile.

Meanwhile, atop Chogolis, Balder's trumpeter was discussing the upcoming meeting with the Khan.

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"Have you met your father?" Bader said with some surprise as he looked at the Khan who had returned. "I didn't expect that the time you and your father spent together would be so short."

"I know what my father wants me to do, and I also know that the bond that maintains our relationship is not common interests, family affection and friendship, but human survival and glory. I don't think a being like him would value his son much unless his son can bring benefits. In this case, after putting aside all the hypocrisy, we just need to explain what I can do and what he can give me. We are very frank and communicate well." The Khan said calmly.

"Haha, you." Balder glanced at the Khan, then shook his head. If Russ could understand many things and was willing to accept the Emperor's arrangements, then the Khan's insight was clearly even greater. Although the Emperor had become more humane in this dimension, the foundation of everything remained obedience to the Emperor's orders. The Primarchs were not only descendants, but also tools for achieving humanity's greatness. The Khan was well aware of this, so he acted more like a worker than a descendant.

This meeting was similar to the previous ones; the Emperor would first meet with the newly returned Primarch, and then allow the other Primarchs to meet with the new one. So, after the Emperor dealt with the Khan's affairs, he left some of the group behind and departed. He still had much to do, and next, it was Horus and Fulgrim's turn to meet with the Khan. With Baldur's clone present, nothing would go wrong, and the Emperor also wanted his partners to see these two heirs.

"What are you looking at?" Khan asked, looking at the data tablet in Bader's hand.

"It seems that after you and your legion return, you should choose that place as your first battle." Balder said unhappily.

"What do you think of the Randan alien?" Khan came over and asked.

"Among countless choices, you chose the worst one." Balder put down the data tablet in his hand with a snap, and looked at the Khan with dissatisfaction and curiosity on his face.

"Why did you choose Randan? The empire's current number one enemy in the galaxy? I think you are a very rational person. Is there any reason?" Bader looked at the Khan.

"I'm just curious. Challenging a powerful enemy and winning the battle is the glory of the Chogoris. Since I work for my father, isn't it a good thing to deal with some aliens, gain glory, enjoy the joy of victory and embrace the passion of battle?" Khan sat down next to Bader, picked up the wine jug beside him and took a sip before saying.

"Go on with your story. I'm listening." Bader looked at the Khan, as if he was listening attentively.

Balder knew full well that while the Khan loved to challenge his enemies, that didn't mean he and his legions would just charge forward mindlessly. In fact, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak was what the Khan's legions were most adept at. Balder's plan envisioned the Khan's Fifth Legion participating in the Battle of Randán, but before that, the Khan had to gain experience, expand his legions, and reorganize them before taking to the battlefield. As for why Guilliman had been able to go last time? It was simple: with a leader leading the way, he naturally went. And to be frank, Guilliman's legions had only played a supporting role in the previous battle.

"The things of the Imperial Guards and the Seventh Legion are really great. I have never seen war machines that I like and fascinate so much. If there is anything in the wealth and items owned by my father that is worthy of my joy and happiness, then it is these things. However, it is said that these things can only be obtained by participating in the war against Randan." The Khan said with a slightly changed expression.

"It seems I underestimated a rider's yearning for a mount," Balder thought. After the first round of the Randan War, the Space Wolves and Iron Hands, who held a monopoly on the Iron Wolf and Bear gunships, and the Ultramarines, who held the production rights, drafted a three-party agreement, the famous Randan Executioner Agreement. This agreement stipulated that, going forward, only legions that participated in the Randan War would receive these equipment.

The Custodes and the 7th Legion were acquired before the agreement was drafted. Furthermore, according to the Emperor and the Traveler's plans, portions of the Custodes and the 7th Legion would participate in the next phase of the campaign, temporarily under Jonson's command. Therefore, according to the agreement, the Custodes and Dorne would still receive these equipment. And now, after seeing these items, it was clear that the Khan, who loved to chase the wind and the speed, could no longer contain himself.

"You can ask your father to send you a batch if you ask," said Balder.

"No, that's not fair. I don't like it. There is no order without rules." The Khan flatly refused.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Take your time. If you want to participate in the tragic and huge battle of Randan, then you will have everything you need." Bader said earnestly.

"I am about to meet my brothers," the Khan said. "Have you seen them?"

"No."

"Why? They are surrounded by glory and praise, and have a better reputation than other legions." asked the Khan.

"For me, those so-called reputations and honors are not important."

"Indeed, someone like you has probably experienced many similar things," the Khan nodded. He hadn't shared information about the Traveler, or Balder's trumpet, with anyone else. Within the Legion, everyone believed the self-proclaimed Traveler was a gifted hermit from Chogolis. Although Balder had taught the Khan much, he remained secretive, maintaining the impression of a king of the grasslands.

Of course, the Khan still questioned the Emperor about the Traveler, and the Emperor's answers largely mirrored the Traveler's own. Thus, the Khan truly regarded the Traveler as a learned and sympathetic elder. Despite their bickering and their eagerness to find fault with each other, their relationship was pleasant. After all, the Khan was a cavalry monarch, and if the Chogoris were to enjoy a good life, they truly depended on Balder...

"Well, get ready to meet your brothers," said Balder.

"Okay, I also want to see if there are any brothers among my brothers who are worth associating with." Khan nodded and said.

"By the way, don't you want to go and take a look?" asked Khan.

"Why would I go to a gathering of your brothers? Wouldn't that be awkward?" Balder said, picking up the data tablet.

"Indeed," the Khan nodded. He realized that the man opposite him was clearly stronger than himself, even stronger than his two brothers, but his status was clearly lower. After all, Balder's trumpeter was now officially second-in-command within the Legion. It would be inappropriate for him to stand next to Horus and Fulgrim when meeting him?

"How about you lead my men?" The Khan had no intention of letting Bader slack off. "You usually enjoy interacting with others. I see you get along really well with Yesugei, Qinxia, ​​and Zhuba."

"Then, let me clean up the troublemakers from the other two legions?" Balder asked with a smile.

"That's not what I meant. The people below will do the following things. You don't need to stand up for them." said the Khan.

"Well, alright, my Qi training isn't good enough yet," Balder nodded. He had no plans to attack any of them just yet; the timing wasn't right. The evil gods could lie dormant, and Balder was no exception. But not taking action didn't mean he wouldn't make some preparations. There was one among the Emperor's sons that Balder was particularly interested in.

Chapter 220 Wolf God, Khan, and Phoenix

"Horus, look at the man next to our brother." Watching the Primarch of the Fifth Legion and his men approaching from a distance, Fulgrim's eyes suddenly lit up. His gaze fell on Bart, Balder's trumpet. His features weren't particularly refined, nor were they adorned with ornamentation. But his simple attire, combined with his unique aura, made Fulgrim feel comfortable and a touch of awe. It was a fusion of bloody brutality, accumulated knowledge, and the mellowing of time. He could be a skilled warrior and a learned scholar, and his eyes bore witness to the vicissitudes of life and history. Even Fulgrim felt a momentary sense of inferiority. His so-called art seemed nothing more than a scribbling of colors and shapes, a whirlwind of expression. And so-called elegance, in the presence of this blend of rationality and the aging of time, seemed artificial.

"Hmph, it's just the surprise of first sight." Fugen said in the letter. The so-called thought of self-deprecation only flashed through Fugen's mind. He believed that his path to perfection was correct.

"I saw it," Horus said, also looking at Balder. "I didn't expect such a figure to appear in such a barbaric world. It's like this in Fenris, and it's the same in Chogoris." But Horus quickly adjusted himself. He only glanced at Balder, then at his brother, his eyes filled with sincerity and warmth. It was like a gathering of true brothers.

"I don't like the guy next to him who is dressed in fancy clothes. He is full of meaningless decorations and show-offs." Khan whispered to Bader next to him.

"What do you think of the master here?" Balder looked at Horus. Since he was the Spirit of Vengeance, it wasn't wrong to say so.

"He gave me a very good impression. He treated me like a brother. I saw affection and sincerity in his eyes," the Khan said after a moment's thought. "But among his attendants, I saw quite a few who were unruly."

Meanwhile, the heirs of both sides observed each other. Sejanus performed his task well, merely glancing across before calmly standing beside the Primarch, coordinating the entire ceremony. Meanwhile, Abaddon swept his aggressive gaze over the Fifth Legion's ranks, eyeing Qin Xia and Juba with considerable interest. These two piqued his interest in combat; he felt that defeating such individuals would be a truly marvelous experience. When his gaze fell on Balder, even though he was merely a clone, Abaddon immediately averted his gaze and slowly lowered his head.

"Hey, the man next to the Primarch of the Fifth Legion is very strong. Don't you want to try it?" Akurduna held the sword in his hand nervously.

"You can try, Sword Master of the Third Legion." Abaddon said in a low voice.

"You scared them." Obviously, the Khan noticed the little movements of Abaddon and others.

"Okay, then I'll be gentler." A smile appeared on Bader's lips, but Khan's reminder was indeed correct, and he was a little sharp at this time.

"Welcome, Chagatai, my brother. Welcome you and your descendants to join the great family of the empire." Horus once again opened his broad arms and greeted his newly returned brother.

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Meetings between the Primarchs had essentially become a routine. After a ceremonial welcome, the Primarchs would sit down with their second-in-command for tea. The subordinates would confer elsewhere. It was generally the same process. But this time, Fulgrim felt a little uncomfortable.

At a round table, the three Primarchs sat in an equilateral triangle. Behind Horus sat Cyjanus, behind Fulgrim stood Eidolon, and beside the Khan sat Balder's trumpet. Fulgrim, however, felt that Eidolon, beside him, was somewhat inferior to the others. In terms of appearance, temperament, and inner qualities, Eidolon was the worst.

No matter how Eidolon flaunted his extravagant attire and demeanor, he was clearly outmatched. Sejanus came across as calm, capable, and noble. Meanwhile, Balder exuded an indefinable aura. Eidolon, at least, lacked Fulgrim's observational skills; he could only sense that the opponent was incredibly impressive. Under this pressure, Eidolon felt a strong desire to perform, like a hyena trying to demonstrate its prowess before a lion. His subtle gestures not only failed to enhance his image, but instead became a laughingstock. Naturally, this didn't escape Fulgrim's notice, and his dissatisfaction grew.

"How about we have a conversation between brothers?" Khan said to Horus.

"Of course, Sejanus, you can go down and take the brothers from the Fifth Legion to relax. Let's enjoy the friendship between brothers." Horus said to Sejanus beside him.

"Please follow me, Your Excellency Bard," Sejanus said politely, and Eidolon beside him also felt relieved.

"You have a very good subordinate. In time, after experiencing the baptism of war, he will surely become famous among the stars. He will become a dazzling new star in the Fifth Legion, an excellent and shining legion." Horus looked at the departing Baldur and said to the Khan from the bottom of his heart.

"We are partners and friends. We have endured war together and welcomed peace together. Therefore, our status is practically equal," the Khan said, observing Horus's reaction. It was clear that Horus was unaware of Bart (Badr's nickname). Clearly, this figure, respected even by his father, was lesser known among his brothers. If the Sigillite's fame and wisdom spread throughout the Imperium of Man, then this one lurked in its shadows. The Khan wondered why he had sought him out. He did not consider himself superior to the man before him.

"My brother, your view is wrong. In the entire human empire, apart from our father and brothers, no one can be compared to us. Our father is a shining being like a god. And we are his sons, the most outstanding group in all of humanity. Even our descendants, those who have inherited only part of our genes, have become superhumans that ordinary people can hardly reach."

"You can show them kindness and tolerance, you can grant them grace and encouragement, but you cannot treat them as equals to us. This is wrong. One of our brothers has already made this mistake. He made a pact of brotherhood with a barbarian from Fenris. I admit that this man named Balder does have his strengths, but this is not a reason for both sides to treat each other equally. In a war not long ago, another brother of ours started a war because he believed in Balder's words. Although he won in the end, 2 legionnaires were killed, and 5 were wounded. We must learn this lesson." said Fugen.

"The Battle of Randan?" Khan frowned slightly.

"Yes, the Battle of Randan. It was a powerful army of seven legions and more than 7 Space Marines, but in the end it ended up with such a result. It is really hard to accept." said Fugen.

"So, Horus, the Emperor's first son to return, what do you think of this battle?" Khan did not dwell on these things with Fulgrim. On the one hand, it was because he did not know the details of the Battle of Randan, and on the other hand, he wanted to see the opinion of the wolf-shepherd god.

It was obvious that Fulgrim's words were far from friendly towards himself and his two brothers, Ferrus and Russ. As a bystander, it was clearly inappropriate to criticize a commander who had just fought a hard battle in such a harsh tone. This was true both morally and emotionally. As for whether he considered Bart an equal and a friend, what did that have to do with Fulgrim? It was clear that Fulgrim's behavior had already caused the Khan's displeasure, but the Khan did not directly express it.

"The Randan xenos are a very powerful enemy. So powerful that the Empire even needs to keep the course and details of the war secret. Since this is not our area of ​​responsibility, I don't know much about it. But no matter what, the Space Wolves and Iron Hands Legions have suffered heavy losses, and our newly returned brothers have also lost a lot of troops. If it were me, I would never let the newly returned brothers directly participate in this war. This is irresponsible to them. After all, Guilliman has just returned and he needs to adapt to this dangerous galaxy." Horus's tone was calm, reasonable and convincing.

"It seems our brothers have run into a tough opponent," the Khan said after a moment's contemplation. He was quite satisfied with Horus' explanation, for it was the truth. After the great battle, both powerful Legions had temporarily ceased operations. As a fledgling Primarch, the Khan had no idea just how formidable Randan truly was. As for Guilliman, who had been dragged into the fray, the Khan felt a certain sympathy. As a cavalry general, he understood the irresponsibility of sending new recruits directly into such a brutal battle, unless there were other motives.

"Yes, they encountered a powerful enemy and wanted to continue the fight without considering seeking help from other brothers. For this reason, several Primarchs even formed a Randan Eradicator Alliance. Unfortunately, I am now in charge of battles in several star regions. If our father agrees, then I will participate in the battle against the Randan xenos." Horus said sincerely.

"We're definitely going to perform better than them," Forgan said.

"So, my brother, are you interested in joining our group and fighting together?" Horus extended the invitation.

"If you can adapt to the Fifth Legion's style of operation, then we can cooperate." After a moment's contemplation, the Khan gave an affirmative answer. "However, if one day I grow stronger, I would like to participate in the battle against the Randan. In my opinion, the mission of the Empire, Terra, and humanity is too far away. Only killing the xenos that endanger humanity is tangible and visible. I enjoy the feeling of chasing the enemy at lightning speed and then finishing them off with my sword. If such a prey appears in the galaxy, I will naturally not miss it."

Before meeting Horus, the Khan had considered what he would do upon his return to the Legion. After interacting with the veterans from Terra, the Khan could clearly sense the profound influence the Sons of Horus held on the veterans of the Fifth Legion. He also knew that compared to these veterans, the new recruits he had recruited from Chogoris had much to learn. Therefore, a period of time for the entire Legion to operate with Horus would be beneficial for him in adapting to the new battlefield and integrating the existing forces.

As for whether he would act alone or with his brothers in the future, that was a matter for the future, so he left some room for maneuver: he would eventually have to confront the Randan Legion. This was not just a desire of his as a great hunter, but also an opportunity to make a choice. Furthermore, what he said was so righteous that even Horus could not refuse.

"Very good, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation." Horus stood up and poured a glass of wine for the Khan himself. Then the three of them toasted, and both the host and the guests were very happy.

"Shall we see what our sons are up to?" Horus said to the Khan after a while of further conversation. After all, the previous clash between Horus Jr. and Sharokin had left a profound impression on Horus. He knew his men were no pushovers. He feared further trouble would arise due to communication issues. At least, if he saw something, he could immediately intervene. This would also make it easier to explain to his brothers.

"That's a good idea." The Khan nodded, and then the projection showed the interaction between the soldiers of each legion in the hall. Overall, it was really harmonious...

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"The two sides will only fight for 30 minutes? If we can't win, it will be considered a draw? Why is it like this? Shouldn't we give those newcomers some shock?" Eichmand said, looking at the White Scars recruits in the distance.

"This is a friendly match," Abaddon said, cryptically gesturing to Balder, who was chatting with Sejanus in the distance. He then whispered, "This guy is very powerful. Very strong." Eichmander still hadn't been forgiven by Horus, so he hadn't noticed Balder's nickname at the previous welcoming ceremony.

"Hmm? He's a strong man, but not as exaggerated as you say." Eichmand said after looking at Balder after he adjusted the "Faces of God".

"Hmm?! Did I see it wrong?" Abaddon looked over there again, and then he felt that he had seen it wrong. Afterwards, Abaddon no longer cared about what was happening in the distance. That was Sejanus's business. He only needed to deal with the Warrior Society.

Chapter 221 Legion Exchange and Conflict

In the hall, as a repertoire of the Warrior Society and the Luna Wolves, the Arena was indispensable. Facing the elites of the Luna Wolves and the Emperor's Children, the Khan's descendants bravely accepted the challenge. The result seemed surprisingly good.

25 minutes later.

Eichmand's sword was knocked out of his hand by Jubahan's blow, and he lost the battle. Eichmand, who had originally hoped to regain his former glory, once again tasted the bitter taste of defeat. This surprised and shocked everyone. They had never expected that a warrior who had just joined the Legion could defeat Eichmand, one of the "Four Kings", so quickly.

"Your heart is in turmoil, my friend. Your competitive spirit is too strong, and you want to accomplish an almost impossible task in such a short time. That's why you've revealed your flaws," Jubahan said after sheathing his scimitar. (Although Jubahan wasn't one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade, he was often compared to Abaddon and the Black Knights. Ultimately, Jubahan died at the hands of Abaddon in the Battle of Terra. The book describes the victory and defeat as being a matter of millimeters.)

Elsewhere, Qin Xia defeated a swordsman named Lucius, but ultimately lost to Akurduna, who wielded two swords. Meanwhile, Sejanus and Balder conversed, seemingly unaffected by the battle on the ring.

The exchange between the two sides was harmonious. Sejanus introduced the Luna Wolves and also commented on more familiar legions like the Iron Hands and the Space Wolves. Overall, Balder felt that Sejanus's assessments were objective, not slandering him behind his back. Sejanus also occasionally shared some of his troubles, such as his increasingly arrogant subordinates. Balder, on the other hand, clearly had to behave in a manner befitting his position. He was now a native of Chogoris, and while intelligent and wise, he could not possess knowledge or behavior beyond the pale.

The true leaders of the Legion were all self-assured, just like now, Sejanus, Balder, and Eidolon hadn't participated. The lower-ranking members were fine with just a few exchanges on the stage. If even the second-in-command were to participate, it would be a disastrous outcome. Therefore, after defeating Qin Xia, Akurduna didn't challenge Balder. This was different from the four men who challenged Balder. Because that fight was a losing battle, the four went in with the intention of seeking a lesson.

But the situation is clearly different now. In the future, the three legions will need to coordinate their battles, and everyone must exercise restraint. Just like the beginning, Sejanus stipulated that a match could last no more than half an hour. This was designed for communication and to create a draw. Even a truly top-tier expert would find it difficult to defeat a lesser opponent in such a short period of time. (For example, the Black Knight and Sevatar fought for over ten hours, but Sevatar was ultimately defeated due to the latter's use of psychic powers, a decision decreed by the rules.)

As a result, the White Scars of the 30th millennium era did give the Luna Wolves and the Emperor's Children a minor shock. These new recruits demonstrated fighting and melee prowess that was no less than that of the veterans. Even Akurduna considered them a group of swordsmen and comrades worthy of admiration.

The arena clash between the two sides concluded. The Luna Wolves' Warriors' Society proved quite enticing to the newly arrived Legionnaires. Regardless of rank or status, everyone sat together to exchange experiences and celebrate friendships. If it weren't for Horus's final rebellion, the Warriors' Society wouldn't have been a major issue. Sejanus nodded slightly at the increasingly harmonious atmosphere. However, it wasn't just the Luna Wolves who were present here; the Emperor's Children were also present. While the current number of the Emperor's Children Legion was indeed very small, one should never underestimate the potential for jealousy and arrogance in certain individuals to stir up trouble!

Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, Eidolon had already begun boasting to the other legions about the Emperor's Children's talents in art and blacksmithing.

"Look at this power sword, with its perfect forging craftsmanship and elegant appearance. We intentionally reduced the width of the blade to reduce its weight and adjust the center of gravity, but at the same time we increased the strength of the sword spine to make it more suitable for blocking. When you wield this sword, you will feel a sense of unity between the sword and the man." As Eidolon spoke, he waved the sword in his hand, and several legionnaires who had tried the sword also expressed their agreement.

"This sword is more suitable for fighting on foot, and for flexible and swift stabbing." Zhubahan also tried it, "but it's not suitable for slashing, especially when traveling on a high-speed vehicle. Relatively speaking, I prefer the scimitar in my hand."

"When riding a high-speed motorcycle, it is obviously more convenient to use a long-handled weapon instead of a scimitar. I personally think that swords should be special tools for infantry combat." Eidolon retorted.

"Our cavalry was also equipped with long-handled weapons. During a charge, the numerous lances were indeed devastating. However, in prolonged engagements, once the formation was dispersed and the cover of allies was lost, the scimitars and halberds were more suitable for close-quarters combat, dismounted combat, and armor-piercing operations," Juba explained, drawing on his experience. Grassland soldiers carried a variety of weapons, not just lances; they also carried bows and arrows, scimitars, or halberds.

"Haha, that's just experience from the barbaric era of cold weapons. Our current environment is different, my friend." Eidolon chuckled. A hint of contempt crossed his face. "Our weapons have stances, and the sprint and maneuvering of fast troops are completely different from lance charges. So, my friend, you still have a lot to learn."

Balder initially disregarded the discussion in the distance. After all, to him, weapons made no difference to non-divine or non-human enemies. "Among humans, I am invincible under the Emperor," he declared, no exaggeration. But then the discussion degenerated into a bitter argument, and what had originally been a matter of combat habits and weapon selection escalated into a pursuit of perfection by the Emperor's sons. Clearly, for the White Scars, who had just ascended from medieval technology and culture to the interstellar age, such debates were clearly disadvantageous.

"They seem to be discussing some interesting topics. Shall we go over and listen?" Balder said to Sejanus.