Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

"Sir, this is the list of outstanding recruits for this year's selection."

Taking the paper file presented by the servitor, Horus took the time to scan it, looking for seedlings worth cultivating.

Naturally, a data pad is needed to enter information. Secret files such as psychic talents cannot be registered on it. When it comes to the future echelon of legion officers, only handwritten confidentiality methods that are difficult to leak can be used to ensure safety.

Anyway, the Empire's manpower is almost endless, so if they need some, those who are chosen will have to thank the Primarch!

"Very good newcomer, go and get my white leather file box."

Apparently, the Primarch was very pleased and wanted to promote new people into the talent pool.

The ivory-white cover was opened, and Horus casually glanced over the files of the first four members of the Council of Kings.

[Abaddon and Loken's artificial meninges surgery - perfect level.

I hope that Old Twenty's method won't go wrong. 】

Horus collected the documents with swift movements and signaled the servitor to put it back in its original place.

He grabbed the cold liquor on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The clerks around him treated it as normal. Who would admonish the war commander for such a small matter?

Since the Warmaster was crowned, the once gentle and courteous Horus disappeared, and he became more dictatorial and domineering.

After the Battle of Ullanor (after brainwashing, there was no Battle of Randan in the Imperial propaganda, and what was told to the top leaders was that there was Randan before Ullanor), the Emperor announced his withdrawal from the Great Crusade and handed over full power to the Warmaster, which made the Warmaster's authority reach an unprecedented level.

Little did they know that this was all an act by Horus. It had been sixty years since he left Davin, and the other Primarchs had to leave something behind before activating the protocol.

The best way is to make other brothers disgusted. It is natural, reasonable, and disgusting.

"Have you heard that the Great Word Bearer led his army to a planet called Cartier? It is said that there is a branch of heretical religious beliefs there."

"It seems that Aurelion has indeed reformed, and the Empire has gained new support. The country is truly prosperous!

For the sake of Imperial Truth, go one!"

"The fleet's change of career happened seventy years ago... What kind of news do you take it as?"

"Oh, hello, friend from Storm Star Region!

You know, it's normal for astropathic communication to take decades to transmit across time and space.

Maybe you already knew about it, and we just received the news now."

In principle, small gatherings of four or five people are forbidden within the Legion, but the Warmaster has a clear tendency towards Grand Astartesism, and the Astartes do not form small groups.

As for those mortals?

Just do it!

If you encounter it, don't take it too seriously, just ignore it as if it were air.

This is how the Empire is. Fragile and corrupt mortal officials only need to be good at drinking and doing nothing, but Astartes officers have a lot to consider.

"A servant of the Star Torch Court?"

Hindman put down the glass that was about to reach his lips and glanced at the waiter who hurried by.

"The lackeys of the mutants, the Emperor should get rid of these guys who suck blood from the Empire."

The mumbling quickly grabbed everyone's attention.

Inside the middle command room of the Spirit of Vengeance, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Torgaton walked over quickly, and as the source of the knocking sound of his power boots got closer, the volume decreased to almost disappearing. It was hard to imagine that this was something a monk wearing Terminator armor instead of Raven-type armor could do.

The high-ranking officers of the legion gathered together, and Horus said in an unquestionable voice: "According to the news released by Erebus, Davin has declared independence and the governor has betrayed the empire."

The four kings looked at each other. Eugene was indeed the Primarch's friend. As the years passed, they had experienced many things that made their brains confused and they wanted to rebel against the Empire.

What scene haven’t you seen?

It is possible for such a thing to happen, but the words came from Erebus's mouth, and the person in charge of guarding the surrounding star areas was the famous waste Cole Falun.

The authenticity is hard to say.

Although it was not stated explicitly, other legions privately recognized that even a random unknown person was more credible than him.

If the Primarch entered the upper echelons of the empire through his birthplace, it was considered a good reincarnation technique.

Cole Fairey was promoted to a Space Marine purely through backdoor communication.

He couldn't even survive a full set of transformation surgeries, and the armor was custom made.

What can such a person do?

You can't expect the matching mechanism to turn your opponents into those who get in through connections, right?

It is hard to say what the situation is with the Zerg in the Empire. Those who can compete with the Empire have really relied on their own efforts to qualify and have the opportunity to fight against the expeditionary force.

Perhaps sensing the embarrassment of the source of the intelligence, Horus suppressed his anger and made his deployment in the calmest and most stable tone possible:

"Whatever the situation is, we have to go and deal with it."

No one had any objection to this. The process was clearly written and it was necessary to go through it.

“I’ll go there myself, it’s all right, that’s best, to see an old friend.

Something happened... I will personally send my friend off."

Among them, he is so determined that it is difficult for others to persuade him.

In fact, they knew that the position of War Marshal was extremely glorious, but in reality it was like boiling oil on a fire, so it was reasonable and beyond reproach for him to engage in some political actions.

A few months later, the Punishment Fleet arrived over Davin.

Locke looked at the data fed back by the auspex, then looked through the porthole at the planet below and fell silent.

More than 60 years ago, due to its own environment and war, Daiwen suffered from drought and frequent sandstorms.

Now, the aucmascope is subject to strong interference and it is impossible to see what is underneath.

The dark green planet and the thick cloud layer on it all indicate that this is a world with abundant water resources, humid and hot weather.

It is impossible to transport so much water from other worlds. The planet cannot afford the cost, and there is no need.

The navigator repeatedly ordered the local government to come out to greet them, which was a test of the situation.

Half a day passed and there was no response at all.

“Prepare for airdrop… no, transport plane, conduct reconnaissance first and place beacons.

Gastlin, get ready for battle and wait for transmission."

The message came back quickly:

The surface of the planet is a swampy environment. The swamps that cover almost half of the planet will inevitably turn the entry of heavy armored units into a nightmare.

Apart from the fact that the environment was not very friendly to the expeditionary force's ability, there was nothing unusual.

You ask the scavengers who rummage through the swamps?

Are there few people like this in the Empire?

Just a few tens of millions of garbage men.

The Warmaster knew what was going on, so he went back to the armory, picked out a power sword, and took up the relic pistol as a secondary weapon.

The situation is unknown. The worst case scenario is that the planetary government rebels, that's all.

The Primarch and the Astartes went down to fight the mortal rebels who had no heavy weapons and shelters, could this fail?

impossible!

“I have to say it, if I have time I really need to ask the Mechanicus to do some environmental transformation.

Now I feel that environmental protection is also very important.”

Abaddon pulled out most of his leg that was stuck in the mire, along with more than ten pounds of mud.

After two or three steps, his legs were no longer visible. A pile of mud wrapped his lower body tightly, and he looked forward.

Everyone present was brainstorming. The imperial worlds did have their own merits, but a world that could build a hive city would have a bottom line no matter how bad it was. It shouldn't be as rotten as a fermentation biogas digester within a hundred years.

"What the hell is this?"

The Sons of Horus were surprised to find that there were no Garbagemen, but only rotten creatures everywhere.

They stood up from the stinking sewage and crawled out of the mud covered in mud. Some of them even had half of their bodies tied to trees, half of their ribs torn apart, and their internal organs spilled all over the ground.