Chapter 318 The Primarch fell
Malcador the Marked volunteered to work for the Emperor.
Yes, this is indeed the head of the empire's internal affairs, the first lord of Terra, the master of hundreds of affairs in the palace of Terra, who was busy with different data boards, the emperor of mankind back then and now A promise made silently in our hearts when we fought together from the defensive perimeter of Antarctica to the Caucasus Mountains of Europe.
He is willing to give everything he has for the rise of the Human Empire, and Malcador has indeed done so in the more than a hundred years since the Unification War began.
However, sometimes, under certain time points and background circumstances, Malcador couldn't help but wonder why he chose the current emperor as the old friend and friend he was pursuing. The master who serves.
"The Dusk Raiders are not ready yet," Malcador said, rubbing the area between his eyebrows to get a little respite from the busy business.
“My lord, why couldn’t you have told us about this earlier? The Fourteenth Legion had just returned from a complex battle, and that war took place far away in another part of the galaxy. Cantilever... Even if they can sneak into the subspace immediately, they will not be able to reach Barbarus quickly."
In the short few seconds of waiting for the emperor's answer, dozens of new decrees were passed. to his datapad.
The iteration of the personnel department, disputes arising from trade agreements, the definition of borders between different star regions, the reshaping of continental plates based on planets, the re-division of the agricultural world and the ocean world, The military industry department's application for financial support... and the three military forces with similar functions that were born out of some primitive problems in the initial stage are trying to cut each other's funding and take that part of the money, personnel and armaments in their own name. Down.
At the same time, the emergency communicator hanging on his collar was sending a request for help from the attendant: "Sir, there is some physical conflict between a Forbidden Army and a soldier of the 20th Legion..."
Alpharius and Omega!
Malcador felt that his old heart was dangerously slowing down under the weight of the entire empire.
The amount of trouble these two Primarchs caused him did not increase exponentially at all compared to when there was only one Primarch resident in the palace, but followed a steeper curve. Climb upward quickly. Over the years, only Rogal Dorn and Perturabo's presence here could effectively curb the twins' uncanny ability to cause trouble.
Unfortunately, Rogal Dorn's Imperial Fists are fighting in all directions within the Storm Sector, while Perturabo's Iron Warriors are still completing final negotiations with Betagamon's Titan forces. Work.
"Then," the Emperor himself, who was sipping today's tea and a plate of light desserts in the Emperor's Dream, said after some thought, "Let Mortarion return to Terra and wait. Well, after this, the Fourteenth Legion will travel to Terra to meet their Primarch."
Malcador was stunned for a moment, reluctantly accepted this new information, and began to prepare for the next task with great concern.
If his old friend had the patience to send out a psychic clone to spend a whole year with Mortarion growing up... plus that person, except for a limited number of people, would be able to control all living things. Morse, the patient craftsman, was actually willing to squat on the surface of Barbarus and grow vegetables, so maybe Mortarion would still be a good-tempered Primarch.
Good temper, Malcador thought as his immortal mind began to feel a twinge of trouble. This description is too rare for the Primarch.
"What kind of person is Mortarion?" Malcador asked, "Does he have any habits or taboos? I will ask the attendants to prepare a room for him in the palace."
"Mortarion is not as astonishing as Rogal Dorn, nor is he as fond of blood as Konrad Curze."
The Emperor took a sip of tea, leaned back on his ornate golden chair, and observed the patterns of the golden tassels in the interior that had been replaced today.
“He will not try to set up a tent indoors and light a bonfire like Ruth, nor will he be hostile to you because of our friendship like Lupekar.”
Malcador sighed, "Sounds good? What about your 'but', my lord?"
"Keep his room away from my garden and greenhouse, while he is more Before he can adapt to normal air, there will be a transport boat used to transport Barbarus' light poisonous gas. Remember to change the gas in the room for him every day."
Makado hammered his chest. It was like smelling poisonous gas, and I started to feel suffocated.
"Anything else?" he asked professionally.
"I have not directly disclosed my blood relationship with him." The Emperor said calmly, "Although he has confirmed that I am his father. If you tell him frankly that you are the son of the Emperor, He showed resistance and comforted him. "How to comfort him?" Malcador couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't he want to be your child?"
Emperor? Thinking time becomes longer.
"I don't know." he said at last.
Malcador angrily rejected the palace expansion application of a warlord on the south side of Terra, and approved that the empire was at the moment of expedition and should not engage in extravagance and waste. Violators would be severely warned and even punished.
"I have written it down." the prime minister replied, wandering in his private cabin, "Does he have any other taboos? For example, he cannot be allowed to discover that in order to achieve rapid conquest, the empire is targeting some lords and The slave master is willing to give in."
"It's better not to," said the Emperor. "Besides, he hates witchcraft. ," Malcador chewed the word, "What does he regard as witchcraft?"
"Psionics"
"...Do you remember that I am called Malcador, my lord?"
"Thank you for your hard work." The Emperor said quickly, "In the end, I need someone to take him back to Terra. . Preferably a Primarch."
Makado used two old palms that could move half a planet with a flash of psychic lightning, and slowly covered his face. He massaged the muscles around his eyes and then put his hands down.
"Horus Luperkar, Robert Guilliman and Magnus are all available," Malcador answered. He knew the movements of each Primarch by heart. "Who should I tell you to go?"
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When his mortal companions reported to him, there were several particularly tall warriors wearing armor with very wide shoulder pads, wandering repeatedly at the entrance of the village, looking across the wooden fence, frequently staring at the high piles in the village. While he was suspected of coveting the harvest of the village, Mortarion was discussing with his close warriors how to completely destroy the small amount of evil remnants and legacy that still existed on the planet after the death of the sorcery overlords. of criminal military reserves.
"That's it?" Mortarion immediately turned his head to look at the mortal Fath sitting next to him, with a mixture of anticipation and resistance in his heart.
The Emperor has told him that generals from other human empires will come to Barbarus recently to take him back to the center of the empire, the throne world of Terra.
Under Morse's hint, Mortarion soon understood that the person visiting Barbarus would be one or more of the twenty biological brothers who were connected to him by blood. He was a bit apprehensive about this, not sure if he was ready.
The Emperor has helped him eradicate the parasitic cancer on Barbarus, and he has also recognized the Emperor's ideals and pursuits - not that much, just a little respect for those who are also fighting against witchcraft. Just resonance.
Then, now is the time for him to fulfill his promise, leave Barbarus, go to the galaxy, and conduct an expedition for the Emperor.
Although the land of Barbarus is barren and difficult, and the planet is haunted by sinister memories, the water and soil here have truly nourished him.
The outside world is extremely vast, with many things to do, and it breeds countless new possibilities.
Fighting, harvesting, conquering, hundreds of billions of stars are enough to carry all the dreams and imaginations a farmer can have. Just imagining how many lush forests and strange lakes there are in the outside world, how many crops can be harvested in a year? Mortarion was dazzled by how many megatons of wheat there were.
But that wasn't his Barbarus.
Besides, Mortarion wondered, what would his brothers think of him? They are mature generals, experienced politicians, and conquerors who command thousands of armies. What do they think of themselves who grew up in Barbarus?
How will the soldiers under his brothers react to his comrades, Karas, Lasker, Scoval, and others?
Mortal Fasi patted his hand. To be precise, after changing back to his mortal form, Fasi patted one of his fingers.
“That is the Lord of the Sixteenth Legion, the Luna Wolf, Horus Luperkar.” Faas said, “Go and meet him, he is my first son. .”
Thousands of entanglements finally converged into a simple idea: if they are really good to us, we should also respond to them with the best things; if they are disdainful or hostile, Barbarus may not have no swords and guns at his disposal.
Mortarion said goodbye to the people in the thatched cottage conference room and walked along the dirt road of the village towards the entrance of the small village. The closer he got, the more he felt a strange connection lurking within his body, pulsing softly, creating the embryonic form of anticipation.
And when the noble giant who was chatting with his warriors with a smile appeared on the edge of his vision, his heartbeat began to accelerate.
When Mortarion saw the other party, Horus Luperkar, who was always paying attention to this side, also immediately turned his head.
As soon as he saw him, Horus opened his arms, his face illuminated by the light was full of energy, and the thick fur fluttered back on his shoulders.
"Are you Mortarion?" Horus shouted, his voice as mellow and pleasant as fine wine. "I am Horus Luperkar! Can I enter your village?"
Mortarion came to the gate of the village with an expressionless face.
"Come in," he said dryly, "Horus Luperkar."
Horus' face showed a look of joy.
He waved behind him, led four soldiers forward, and stepped into the village. Even before Mortarion gave his permission, the village's door never closed.
"I brought four warriors, Ezekiel, Hastur, Tarik and Horus." Horus smiled and patted the four warriors on the shoulders one by one. "You can also call him Xiao He. Russ, he has the same name as me."
"My warrior said, you have been staring at our corn pile for a long time." Mortarion tried to find a suitable opening.
“Because we have never seen so much wheat on Corsonia.” Horus said nonchalantly, “Not every planet inhabited by humans has the conditions for natural cultivation. Yours Barbarus happens to be one of them, Mortarion."
He stretched out a hand sincerely, and when Mortarion carefully placed his hand in Horus's hand, Horus. Suddenly he stretched out his other arm, took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Mortarion, and hugged his brother gently but firmly.
The moment their chests were close, that vague feeling of connection immediately surged up in Mortarion's chest, like a clear light flowing through his riddled soul.
Before Mortarion could react, the Wolf God let go of the stunned Son of Death and shrugged. The soft and thick mane of the wolfskin on his shoulders swayed slightly like spring grass.
"I'm sorry, Mortarion, I'm so excited!" Horus said cheerfully, "I heard the story of your conquest of Barbarus when we were on the ship. This is not something special. It's easy. And I think you are so thin that you really deserve a hug. I hope I didn't offend you."
"I...it's fine," Mortarion replied. You. Let's go in and talk."
Horus nodded, followed Mortarion, and looked at Mortarion's existence openly and appreciatively.
“I have heard that my father has been with you for more than a full year,” said Horus. “Have you heard of the Great Crusade?”
"I know something."
"That's good," Horus continued, "Let me introduce myself first. I am the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion's Luna Wolves and the first The Primarch who returned to the Empire. However, you are the fourteenth Primarch. If we follow this order, you are my elder brother. "
"No. No need..." Mortarion was a little at a loss. The smile in Horus's words made him feel deeply close to him, but they had just met, and Mortarion decided to show a little bit of the unshakable integrity of the Barbarians. "We might as well call each other by our names."
"Okay, Mortarion." Horus said, with a lively temperament in him that Barbarus did not have. "In short, I am in the Empire. After all these years, I understand the human empire and the emperor. If you have any questions, just ask me -"
Suddenly, a loud bang hit the plain in the distance, and thick smoke followed. Rising, straight into the sky.
It seemed to be a giant airdrop pod or transport boat that encountered an unknown accident when landing. At this moment, it was falling upside down into the depths of the wilderness, burning bright but unfortunate red flames.
"Oh..." Horus raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Isn't that an important place?"
"That's a swamp." Mortarion said in confusion.
Horus breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that I didn't break your things. If I guessed correctly, that should be the fifteenth Primarch, Magnus the Red, another of your brothers."
(End of this chapter )