Chapter 426 Introduction·Warmaster
There were three people standing in front of Leon El'Jonson, wearing the same equipment, and the outline of their facial features came from the same set of molds, only in some subtle and metaphysical concept on, giving people a strange sense of distinction. On their scales between lake blue and dark green, the silvery luster swam like a snake with the swaying of the candlelight.
"This is worthless," Leon El'Jonson said, turning around and looking behind him, looking at the last Alpha Legion soldier walking out of the shadows. "You're wasting my time, Alpharius."
Alfaris raised his eyebrows, and the firelight danced on the side of his cheek, licking the outline of his face.
"They are theater commanders," Alfaris shrugged, "Perhaps you would like to know them."
Leon El'Jonson narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he lowered his voice: "Coswayne, put down your sword."
The swordsman put down his raised blade and stared indifferently. Three Alphas. They stand sculpturally still, and their overly similar presence is uncomfortable enough in itself.
"Tell me the reason for your appearance, Alpharius." Leon said.
“Didn’t we just help you win this planet, First Legion?” Alpharius’s surprise was very deliberately acted, “My spies lifted the defense line of the hive for you, Lord Family Surrender without a fight, that's why we're here, Lion."
"You ruined our victory," the Lion said, with hints of thought in his narrative, "It wasn't necessary. Help, but your arrogance.”
"Really?" Alpharius was noncommittal, "As expected of the First Legion, we shortened more than half of the war time for you, and the evaluation we received is still a single word - arrogance."
Alfaris Walking towards Leon El'Jonson, Coswayen stood beside the lion. He was about to take a step forward, but was stopped by the lion with a gentle touch on his shoulder.
Leon snorted coldly, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at his youngest blood brother: "Enough, tell me what you want so that I can refuse. I am not Perturabo, and I have no patience to endure you. There are still countless killings that need to be carried out by the Dark Angels. If you continue to block or interfere with our hunting, then it will no longer be my warrior who draws the sword."
He paused for a moment, " No one can stand in the way of the Emperor's crusade, not even the Primarch. I want you to remember that we first met in Randan."
Alfaris's eyes twitched almost uncontrollably. After a moment, he raised his head, stood in the center of the path he was walking, and looked directly at Leon El'Jonson.
"You are lagging behind, Leon," he said, instantly getting a cold look from the lion. But he remained poised and confident in the advice he was about to narrate.
“The iron hooves of the Great Crusade have traveled across the galaxy, and the limits of the Star Torch’s radiance have been touched many times. Expansions are being developed one by one, and in exchange the Emperor is gradually fading away.
"Father's flagship is quietly leaving the front line, and the time it stays on Terra is increasing day by day. Finally, one day will come, and you already know what that day means.
“A successor will be born among us.” Alpharius said firmly, “After the Emperor officially withdraws from this war, he returns to a higher perspective and rectifies him from a level higher than that of a general. When the empire begins, one of his descendants will take over the banner of Sky Eagle and become the true leader of the battlefield."
"You are making a dangerous hint," said the Lion King.
"This is not a hint, Leon, this is a suggestion. Everyone is discussing the choice of Warmaster, and you are one of the popular choices, the Emperor's eldest son." Alpharius said, not continuing to approach, but surrounding Leon Ang El'Jonson paced, "It is impossible for the Dark Angel to know nothing about this."
The Lion King remained silent. "Don't you have expectations for this position, Leon?" Alpharius said. "You are the First Legion, the leader of the armies; the Dark Angels control the Emperor's arsenal and the secrets of countless dark ages. There should be no one I can compete with you, but you didn't take the last step."
"So, your brothers caught up with you." He lowered his voice, Zhu Yan said quietly. Burning, whispering like a viper, "Legion 10, Ferrus Manus advances with Fulgrim's assistance; Legion 13, Robert Guilliman's Ultramarines recharge their batteries; Legion 13, Robert Guilliman's Ultramarines recharge their batteries; The fourth legion, Petura has many stars, and has extensive friendships with many legions..."
"Including you." The Lion King interrupted Alpharius, "If you plan to have him. For a Warmaster, Perturabo is your first choice.”
"No, I am not important to him." Alpharius smiled, "Compared with the Terran Guards, my support is worthless; compared with the Word Bearers' 300,000 warriors, the Alpha Legion is nothing. They are groups of guerrillas in the shadows... He has many supporters, but I can see your potential."
The Lion King also smiled coldly, his lips forming an unpleasant smile. 's arc: "And the point is, Perturabo has no expectations for the position of Warmaster, does he?"
"You do understand the competition among us, Lion."
"Not everyone needs honor under the light. Some are asking the Emperor for more rewards, which they have not been given and do not deserve."
Leon and Alpharius Walking in the same direction, parallel to him in the same arc trajectory.
"The Emperor's will is our duty. They overestimate their own importance, but they don't know that apart from the Emperor's satisfaction, more rewards are just extravagances. You think your temptation is enough to shake my will, no, you are wrong Yes, you observe me the way you observe others, thinking that your deception is enough to trick the First Legion. But the premise of your instigation is that you never believed that the First Legion could win the crown given by the Emperor. "
"I don't care who you are here for, no matter what the purpose of your coming here, leave now, the Dark Angel will not pursue the interference of the Alpha Legion."
"In all candidates. Among the people, Horus Luperkar ranks first." Alpharius quickly finished his final advice, "Our first son, with both reputation and strength, the brightest star, the most favored heir. Willing to give up your crown, Alpharius will leave immediately."
"Get out." Leon El'Jonson said coldly, standing still.
Alfaris's expression turned gloomy, he bowed slightly, and then left.
Corswain stared at his primarch: "Father?"
Leon lowered his head, frowning his stubborn eyebrows.
"Warmaster." He repeated the term softly. "Another temptation, another lie."
He turned around and walked towards the door, his dark purple and gold cloak rising slightly behind him. "This is not what we need."
(End of Chapter)