Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Let's go and take a look." Balder said to Qin Xia.

"Aren't you going to go on stage and stretch your muscles?" Qin Xia said to Bader.

"I don't think I'll need to," Baldur said nonchalantly. Sparring within the Legion was common, and Primarchs would sometimes join in a sparring match with their offspring. And within the White Scars, who valued and excelled at close combat, Baldur's trumpeter would sometimes join in to liven things up.

The last time, Balder was in a playful mood and joked with the White Scars and played a "game". No matter who came up, he would let the opponent say what weapon to use, and Balder would use that weapon, and everyone could do whatever they wanted. This rather provocative statement naturally made some people very dissatisfied, and then, as a result, Balder swept the opponent down with a chair leg. In fact, even if it was a small account, it basically made no big difference whether Balder used a weapon or not, or what weapon he used when facing these people. After the fight, Balder's advice to everyone was: "Don't fight in close combat unless it is absolutely necessary. Within seven steps, the knife may be fast, but that is not what you can do."

In other legions, such as the Space Wolves, after demonstrating overwhelming superiority, most would have retreated. At least after sending Jorin Bloodhowl flying with a single punch, no one within the Space Wolves challenged him to a duel. But the White Scars were different. These men of the steppes possessed a genuine obsession with close combat and considerable talent. Therefore, some White Scars champions still sought to challenge Balder to a duel, to see how long they could hold out. Balder remained charitable and kept the truth from them, because their ability to hold out wasn't determined by their own strength, but by how long Balder wanted them to.

(In the background, Khan claims that he can defeat Fulgrim, and when fighting against the upgraded poison gas tank, he can exile the latter, which shows that his strength is definitely enough.)

Balder had also privately dueled the Khan, only to find the result a draw. After all, this alt was a Gods Ascendant's alt, and the Khan hadn't even awakened the Warp Essence. Even without Balder's psionics, the Khan's White Tiger Blade was no match for him. Furthermore, the Khan had anticipated this outcome. After all, how could he lose to the Emperor in close combat when he was his partner? A draw was simply a sign of the opponent letting him win.

"Sir, I heard that after this battle, we may have to part ways with the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion." Qin Xia said in a low voice. As the head of the Khan's Xueqie, he knew some news.

"Yes, new changes have taken place on the Randan battlefield, and the empire needs to invest more manpower." Bader said.

"Some people still seem to want to fight alongside the Shadow Moon Wolf." Qin Xia said.

"I know that," Bader nodded. He knew who the pro-Horus figures were: Haxi Khan and Shib Khan. In the background, when the Khan and Mortarion were fighting on Prospero, these two representatives of the Horus faction launched a rebellion. As a result, after the Khan returned, Haxi was beheaded, while Shib Khan was inducted into the Sinner Army and fought to the very end.

"This should be the Primarch's business." Balder said.

"The Khan could indeed order the removal of all legions, but if Lord Horus made a request, it would be embarrassing for the Khan to refuse," Qin Xia said. The Fifth Legion had been operating separately before the Primarch's return, with many of them following Horus. This was a tradition of sorts. And if Horus wanted the Khan to retain some legions, it was obvious that refusing would offend him.

"So, you want me to be the bad guy?" Balder stopped and said.

"I dare not, sir. I simply hope you can find a solution that satisfies both parties," Qin Xia said, bowing. "Actually, I also think leaving some troops behind is a bad idea. Besides our poor relationship with Lord Mortarion, our relations with the Third Legion and Lord Fulgrim are equally problematic."

The Third and Fifth Legions were not on good terms. Besides their conflicting styles, their tactical similarities also created a competitive atmosphere. Both the Third and Fifth Legions excelled in mobile warfare and employed flexible tactics. Fulgrim naturally sought to outmaneuver the White Scars, but it was clear that without Baldur, the Emperor's Children's combat effectiveness was no match for the Fifth Legion. In the beloved swordfighting arena, the Emperor's Children also suffered a setback. In a purely swordfighting match, Eidolon and his men were slightly inferior to Qin Xia and Juba. Akurduna was a formidable opponent, but he certainly couldn't defeat Baldur... This was a rather awkward situation. In their own area of ​​expertise, the Emperor's Children were outmatched by a newly returned brother and his Legion, a fact that clearly irritated Fulgrim.

Chapter 247: Horus and Fulgrim's Story (5K)

"Let me think about it." Balder touched his chin. Suddenly, a certain idea appeared in his mind. After peeking into the torrent of fate, Balder saw a trace of hope. If he wanted that bright result, then Balder needed to plan carefully.

As Baldur plotted his plans, hundreds of light-years away, in a star system, the Luna Wolves and the Emperor's Children Legion launched their final assault on the Ork world beneath their feet. In just a few short hours, this once industrialized world would return to the embrace of human civilization. Victory and glory awaited the warriors, but Horus and Fulgrim, supreme commanders of the two Legions, were not focused on the world that was bound to fall. They were discussing other matters.

"Our brother and his legion have advanced to the Orcs' capital system, and they are waiting for us to join them. I underestimated him and his brother. Mortarion and his Death Guard Legion are following closely behind, and we are at the end. I think the tough one from Barbarus will be very unhappy when he hears the news." Fulgrim narrated the incident with great interest, and did not seem to care that the Khan had taken the lead.

"I thought you'd be upset. I'm truly sorry for letting you and your Legion down this time," Horus said to Fulgrim. "But I really only wish to improve relations between them. It's clear that ever since Jaghatai and Mortarion met, they've been at odds over ideas and tactics. I truly wish to ease the conflict, so I'm giving them a chance to shine. Everyone has a chance of victory this time, but we alone don't," Horus said to Fulgrim with a sincere tone.

"But competition will always have winners and losers, and the losing side will not be happy. Mortarion prides himself on his tenacity, but it is obvious that in this war against the orcs, tenacity lost to swiftness and flexibility. You should know very well that Mortarion cannot win this time. The game was doomed from the beginning. Bart, who follows our brothers, is so strong that I feel a little pressured." Fulgrim said with a complicated expression, and one of his hands was gripping the hilt of the sword, constantly groping, giving people a feeling of eagerness to try.

"You're quite right. Mortarion can't win. This outcome is actually acceptable, because compared to the Khan, Mortarion is far more aggressive. The Khan will criticize or ridicule anything he dislikes, but he won't resort to drastic action. But Mortarion is different. You know, every time I see Mortarion, I worry he'll swing his scythe and strike down the Khan's Storm Seers." Horus sighed. "Hopefully, this defeat will change Mortarion's attitude. I hope they can coexist peacefully. Perhaps we can't become close friends, but I hope we can support and cooperate on the battlefield."

"But the outcome might be even worse." Fulgrim made a helpless gesture. "Also, if you had to choose between Mortarion and the Khan, who would you choose?" Fulgrim then asked a very pointed question.

"They are my brothers. I hope we can get along well with each other. This is also our father's wish." Horus looked at Fulgrim in front of him with a warm smile on his face.

"But it's obvious that they won't get along well in the short term. What if you have to choose one?" Fugen asked somewhat willfully.

"Do you really want this answer? My dearest brother, you are the first brother who has fought side by side with me for a long time. Although your question is difficult for me to answer, if you insist, I will give you an answer." Horus indulged his brother's somewhat willful behavior like an older brother.

"Yes, I just want an answer, okay?" Fugen showed a bright smile on his face.

"Motarion." Horus made a helpless expression.

"Why?" But Fugen didn't give up.

"You're making me make a mistake." Horus shook his head in mock anger. "You know, I told you from the beginning that you were the first brother to fight alongside me for a long time. And you favored Mortarion over the Khan."

"I never said that," Fulgrim snorted.

"But you are happy, aren't you?" Horus said with a smile.

"Alright, even if you're right." Fulgrim was clearly in a good mood, not arguing with Horus any further on the subject. "I must return first. My descendants will soon return triumphantly, and I'll prepare a grand welcome for them."

"Me too. Then I won't keep you here." Horus waved his hand and said.

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"Ah..." Watching Fulgrim's retreating figure, Horus couldn't help but sigh, a sigh mingled with frustration and hesitation. Horus could tell early on that Fulgrim and the Khan didn't get along well, as they bore some resemblance to their respective legions: both excelled at mobile warfare and were aloof and arrogant. The only difference was that Fulgrim was sentimental and easily coaxed, while the Khan was different. He wasn't a high-profile individual, but he possessed profound thoughts, his own ideas, and his own persistence.

Fulgrim constantly compared himself to the Khan, his Legion, and his descendants. However, his flamboyance and elegance failed to earn the Khan's approval. The Emperor's Children were indeed underrepresented in Legion. And the gap was even greater in terms of subordinates. Sir Bart, known as the Khan's left hand, had directly raised the upper limit of the Fifth Legion.

As Fugen said just now, when competing on a stage, there will definitely be winners and losers, and the loser will not be in a good mood. Obviously, in comparison with Khan, Fugen feels that he is the weaker party. The personalities of the two are not only incompatible, but also constitute competition rather than complementarity.

Earlier, Fulgrim appeared to be asking Horus to choose between Mortarion and the Khan, but in reality, he was asking Horus to choose between him and the Khan. If Horus refused, Fulgrim wouldn't outright leave, but their relationship would certainly not be as close as before. Fulgrim was indeed Horus's first brother, and Horus truly valued Fulgrim, that was true, but that was only part of the reason he chose Mortarion.

The most important reason is that Horus thinks he can control Mortarion well, but he cannot control the Khan. That's right, he cannot control him. The Khan has his own ideas, is very capable, and has a strong legion. He will not be grateful to Horus for a few words and become his steadfast ally. He has his own judgment and choice.

"Khan, you are as unpredictable as a gust of wind." Horus sighed again. The situation was now clear. If he chose the Khan, Mortarion would not be close to him, and Fulgrim would be dissatisfied. And he might not be able to control the Khan. So, after weighing the pros and cons, Horus chose Fulgrim and Mortarion.

Although he made his choice, Horus' heart was still full of regrets. Obviously, he also knew that Khan and his legion were really powerful and had great potential.

"I hope that in the future, Fulgrim and Mortarion will not let me down." Horus said to himself.

However, having made a choice didn't mean an immediate decision. Although Horus had relegated the Khan to second place, he still wanted to maintain a good relationship with him and the Fifth Legion. Perhaps they couldn't become allies, but at least they should remain close friends. At least that was Horus's thinking. He was already considering how this competition would end. The previous competition had been about who could reach the Ork capital first, and the Khan had clearly won. But if the competition ended like that, Mortarion would obviously be furious. Therefore, Horus decided to give Mortarion a chance to make a comeback, or at least a decent ending.

"Mortarion and his legions are too heavy, and they have a lot of heavy equipment. In interstellar combat, they are suitable for frontal breakthroughs and fighting, and in intraplanetary combat, they are suitable for capturing fortresses and cities. The Khan's army is light and agile, suitable for infiltration and guerrilla warfare. They are more suitable for fighting within the star zone. When facing strong cities and strict defenses, the Khan's legions that over-emphasize mobility will be at a disadvantage." Horus thought as he tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers.

"If I give them another chance, and I leave the task of capturing this Ork world to two of them, leaving them to complete it on their own, Mortarion will surely be able to pull off a comeback," Horus mused. His only thought was how to save Mortarion's face while simultaneously avoiding resentment from the Khan. The simplest solution would be to have two Legions capture the Ork capital, with his Luna Wolves and Fulgrim's Emperor's Children acting as support.

"Mortarion and the Khan will not refuse this proposal, and my legion can assist them. For Mortarion, one of my reinforced battalions can effectively compensate for the Death Guard's tactical rigidity. This is a qualitative change for Mortarion's legion. I will also provide a reinforced battalion for the Khan, but it will not provide any significant improvement to the Fifth Legion's offensive capabilities. In this way, Mortarion still has the advantage."

"Besides me, the Emperor's Children will also participate in this battle, but obviously, I feel that Fulgrim will choose to help Mortarion instead of the Khan." Horus thought about the entire battle situation. In terms of troop strength, the Fifth Legion has more troops than the Death Guard. From the perspective of fairness, it would be fairer for everyone to have similar troop strength to make the competition fairer.

He provided each of the two legions with a reinforced battalion (5000 men), which was considered fair. However, these 5000 men held different significance for the two legions. For Mortarion, they filled a tactical gap, but for the White Scars, who were all focused on high-speed assaults, these 5000 men were a bit awkward. They were insufficient for frontal combat, and they didn't quite mesh well with the White Scars for assaults.

As for Fulgrim, he would undoubtedly choose to help Mortarion. After all, Fulgrim had already stated earlier that the incorporation of the elite Imperial Children into the Death Guard would undoubtedly greatly strengthen the force. As for whether the Khan would be displeased with Fulgrim, Horus considered it unimportant. That was a matter between them, and he simply needed to keep such displeasure within bounds.

"So be it." Horus made his decision.

Elsewhere, Fulgrim returned to his flagship. Sitting on the throne, Chemos Phoenix fell into deep thought, a rare solemnity on his face. Even in battle, facing various enemies, Fulgrim would always face them with a smile, displaying his perfection, strength, and pride in front of his enemies! But this time was different.

"Father, Lord Horus still favors us." Eidolon stepped forward and said. Obviously, as Fulgrim's right-hand man, he knew exactly what his father was thinking.

"I know Horus made the right choice. Although I don't like Mortarion either, I can accept this brother from Barbarus more than the Khan." Fulgrim turned to look at Eidolon, a strange glint in his eyes. "Do you know why I don't like the Khan?"

"Because this lord doesn't understand our pursuit of perfection. He even wants to deny the existence of absolute perfection. He can't understand, or doesn't want to understand, why your brother is even willing to communicate with a group of barbarians instead of listening to our philosophical and logical debates. He thinks everything about us is exaggerated and worthless. Although he didn't say it, we can feel it." Eidolon said with his head down.

"Yes, you are quite right," Fulgrim nodded, a strange smile on his face. "You are more understanding than Vespasian and Akultuna."

"I'm just stating the facts." Eidolon bowed his head and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Go down. I need some quiet time," Fulgrim said. "My brother, you truly have made me question perfection. And Bart, you, someone so unexpected, have made me question my own nobility." Fulgrim said solemnly. He stood up and walked to a large mirror, looking at himself. The self in it perfectly matched the human definition of perfection. He was noble and elegant. He valued glory and pursued excellence.

Fulgrim disliked the Khan and Bart, and the reason wasn't simply the competition Horus had mentioned, nor was it the high-sounding rhetoric Eidolon had just offered to curry his favor. The fundamental reason lay in Fulgrim's own words: the Khan's existence had made him question the very definition of perfection.

Fulgrim knew the Khan was a master. This excellence was reflected in his meticulous thinking, his fierce and swift combat, his legion's swift and adaptable tactics, and the profound mind beneath his brutal exterior. Fulgrim and the Khan had debated various issues. The Khan spoke little, but his counterattacks were sharp. It was a culmination of wisdom and reflection, not simply a collection of flowery rhetoric and superficial logic.

And what about Bart (Bader's nickname)? Thinking of him, Fulgrim couldn't help but clench his teeth. If Khan's excellence was understandable, then to Fulgrim, Bart's was a bit unreasonable. After all, Khan was his brother, and they had the same great father. The offspring of a godlike father should naturally be outstanding. But what made Bart so great? How could this barbarian be as good as himself? Fulgrim's face twisted slightly. He knew it was wrong to think this way, but sometimes, he couldn't help but feel this way.

Fulgrim considered himself magnanimous, favoring the exceptional and the good, like Eidolon, Vespasian, and Akultuna. These exceptional offspring were his pride and his darlings, and he lavished his love on them. But Bart was different. He was exceptional! His excellence had reached a level Fulgrim could barely tolerate, and more importantly, Bart's presence had shaken some of his beliefs, so he didn't want to see him.

"But I really, really want to fight him," Fugen said to himself in the mirror. He saw the eager expression and unwillingness in the man in the mirror. Fugen was very competitive and longed to compete with someone superior. For example, he wanted to have a sword fight with Lord Bart, who had once shaken his sense of superiority! He wanted to defeat his opponent to prove his superiority! But at the same time, he was afraid of failure!

"I am not a person who fears failure. On the road to pursuing perfection, I must always cut through thorns and brambles. I should not avoid challenges. If I win, I can naturally prove that I am right. And if I lose, then at least I will know that I am still not strong enough, that's it." Fugen clenched his fists, as if he had made some kind of determination.

"I wonder what will happen when Mortarion and the Khan meet again? I'm really looking forward to it." Thinking of this, Fulgrim smiled. Fulgrim loved watching drama, not just the kind of drama on stage, but also the grand drama of reality! He could already imagine the scene when the brothers met again, Mortarion's exasperation, the Khan's composure, and Horus's desperate attempts to mediate.

In fact, even before they met, Mortarion was already a little exasperated. He had just cleared the last obstacle on the road to victory. With just one more warp voyage, he and his legion could reach the Orcs' capital planet and meet his brothers there. However, he hesitated. In his heart, he seemed to have seen the Khan's mockery of himself, just like when his father killed that psychic monster.

Chapter 248 Mortarion and His Sons (6K)

Aboard the Endurance, Mortarion sat upright on his throne, looking at his men, his cold, indifferent eyes sweeping over them one by one. First up was his Captain Typhons, a fellow countryman and a capable assistant. He stood at his side, head bowed, seemingly always respectful and obedient, yet Mortarion could sense he harbored some ill intentions. However, given Typhons's excellent performance and exceptional abilities, Mortarion magnanimously tolerated some of his actions.

(Typhon's original name was Caras Typhon. For the sake of convenience, we will just refer to him as Typhon here.)

His gaze then fell upon Garro. Facing this scion of Terra, Mortarion felt a mixture of emotions. He admired Garro as a person, his tactics and skills, his unwavering tenacity and perseverance. Yet, at the same time, he was dissatisfied with some of his ideas. He was one of the few in the Legion who would disagree with him. And what sometimes irritated Mortarion was that Garro's opinions sometimes held some merit.

For example, during the battle on the planet just before him, a planet that had recently surrendered to the Legion's blades. Facing the Ork defenses, Garro and his men, using Thunderhawks and Stormbirds, launched what Mortarion considered a remarkable aerial assault, breaking the deadlock. Mortarion knew Garro was right, but he was deeply dissatisfied with his actions. In his view, the only true way to conduct war was through a ruthless and determined offensive, based on an infantry front and supplemented by heavy weapon suppression. Assaults and penetrations were merely cowardly tactics. However, given Garro's performance, Mortarion decided to let it go.

"Durak Rask." Mortarion looked at the commander, also from Barbarus. He was his earliest follower, having been at his side since the rebellion against the tyrant. He was the Legion's Master of Arms and the best at siege warfare. He was fiercely loyal to him, almost fanatically. He would never contradict him and would resolutely carry out any order he gave.

"He's the role model of the Legion. If all my descendants were like him, I'd have a lot less trouble." A thought crossed Mortarion's mind, but then he looked at Typhons and Garro. After a careful comparison, he couldn't help but shake his head. Lasker was still a bit inferior to these two.

Mortarion then cast his gaze off into the distance. Beyond these three, there were other descendants, but in Mortarion's mind, these individuals held a very low status. He considered the rest to be mostly mediocre, lacking the physical toughness of Typhons, the tactical prowess of Garro, and even less technically than Lask. They were all mediocre. The men from Barbarus were still able to fight alongside him. After all, having been born on a planet with that kind of environment, their bodies and wills were undoubtedly more resilient and tenacious than those of humans from other planets. Meanwhile, those from other lands, untouched by the baptism of hardship, exuded an aura of weakness.

"Hmph." Mortarion snorted coldly at the thought. These guys were only fit to follow behind him and provide support, not to enjoy the glory of killing them at close range.

After taking a breath of pure, poisonous gas from Barbarus, Mortarion felt refreshed. He knew he had lost this match, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and acknowledge his opponent's superiority. In his view, only by capturing the Orcish capital planet could he achieve final victory. His annoying brother had simply been cunning and slippery, having gotten ahead of him thanks to some luck. The match wasn't over yet, and he still had a chance.

"My brother and his legion arrived at the finals before us, which makes me very dissatisfied. I originally thought that under my leadership, my legion would be tenacious, resilient, and unstoppable. But it is obvious that I overestimated you. You cannot keep up with my pace. You are too slow and too weak. A few artillery fire and abominable sorcery made you hesitate. I split the enemy's line, but you cannot expand it with me. Your behavior brings shame to the legion!"

"Typhons!" Mortarion's voice, like the friction of steel, made the latter tremble all over.

"You command the First Company and have wasted too much time fighting the orcs. You must follow me! Do you understand? Keep up with me, or I will replace you!" said Mortarion.

"My lord, I will definitely follow your footsteps next time." Typhons replied immediately.

"Lask, your siege tactics still need to be honed. The delay and failed support of your heavy troops not only slowed down the legion's advance, but also caused huge losses. You need to reflect on this!"

"This will never happen again, my Lord. I guarantee it with my life." Lask knelt on the ground. Mortarion nodded slightly at the other party's submission.

"Garro." Mortarion looked at Garro.

"Sir." Jialuo saluted.

"You are one of my most outstanding sons. In fact, if you could perform even better, you could stay with me." Mortarion's tone was filled with regret. His words made Typhon's heart skip a beat. It was obvious that these words put Typhon under great pressure. Mortarion felt a surge of pride in this. After all, he had used an invisible method to crack down on this capable but disobedient captain.

"But you always use your intelligence and talents in crooked ways. If you can implement my teachings and uphold the principles of the Legion, I believe you can do better." Mortarion said.

"If you think I cannot be your Scythe, then I can at least be your Annihilation (a relic pistol gifted to Mortarion by the Emperor)" Garro responded, a subtle rebuttal to Mortarion. As a Terran, Garro's position within the Legion was somewhat awkward. He was ostracized and viewed with suspicion by the Barbarians, including Typhon. Sometimes, a Primarch's special regard for one's self was not a good thing.

Garro did not want to be involved in the conflict between the old and new factions of the Legion. He just wanted to follow the Emperor's guidance to wipe out the aliens and restore the glory of mankind. Under such a lofty mission, all the conspiracies and calculations were so disgusting, so he made his attitude clear. He had no intention of competing for favor with those from Barbarus. He just wanted to play his role in the Legion.

"Nirvana?" Mortarion instinctively glanced at the pistol hanging from his waist. It was the weapon his father had chosen. Mortarion paused in thought. Although he didn't use it often, he had to admit that he had grown accustomed to carrying it on his hip. It did come in handy at times. He thought again about Garro's words, and suddenly felt a little more sympathetic. He felt that Garro was still useful. While he might not be qualified to accompany him, he could still be a capable company commander.

"My brother is one step ahead, but that doesn't mean victory. In this last bastion of the Orc Empire, a large-scale decisive battle is about to break out. The orcs have no way to retreat, and the Fifth Legion's conspiracy and tricks are useless. All that is left is a head-on collision without any tricks, and this will be our strong point! We should and must win this war." Mortarion's sonorous words echoed in the hall.

"My Lord, my fleet will wipe out all defenses outside the planet. I will accompany you every step of the way," Typhons declared immediately. Honestly, Typhons was quite talented in fleet warfare, especially in direct confrontations like this. The Death Guard, with its high proportion of heavy warships, was well-suited to this type of engagement.

"My guns will protect you and your guards. I swear, I will use my large-caliber artillery to hit the enemy on the head and clear the obstacles in your way." said Lask.

"I obey your call, no matter what the circumstances." said Garo.

"Very good. Now, before I meet with my brothers, come up with a plan. Then, under my leadership, we will achieve final victory." Mortarion was very satisfied. After giving some instructions, everyone returned to their respective posts, leaving only the Lord of Death sitting on his throne.

"Although you may not enjoy the pleasure and glory of crushing your enemies head-on, you are still a capable man, Jaghatai," Mortarion muttered softly to himself. He knew that the contest between the two legions, proposed by Horus, was already over. He had lost, clearly, because he had indeed been slower.

"But your opportunistic tactics can only win a temporary victory, nothing more! The tactics and principles of me and my legion are the eternal truth, and the final victory still requires someone like me. The glory of capturing the enemy's position can only be mine, and I will prove everything with facts." Mortarion said firmly.

"What worries me even more is that you have gone further and further down a dangerous path. Psychic power is dangerous, and those who use psychic power are even more dangerous. They are a group of unreasonable lunatics, and you still trust them. I have seen your fall, and I am very sad about it, but if one day you eventually fall into irreversible depravity, I will give you relief." Mortarion thought with some malice in his heart.

Typhons, Captain of the Death Guard's First Company, returned to his flagship, the Terminus Est. After entering his own private room and closing the door, he looked at a plant on the table. Its lush green leaves seemed out of place in the dimly lit and silent room. Typhons decided to make his room more harmonious.

He sat on the chair, looking at the plant with his eyes, which radiated spiritual light. A moment later, the plant began to wither, and yellow spots appeared on the originally green leaves. Then the plant lost water and shrank, curled up into a ball, and finally rotted and deteriorated, emitting a faint stench.

"Huh... Mortarion is stubborn, and some of his ideas are misguided," Typhon shook his head. "The Overlords are powerful, their mental strength far surpassing the limits of their physical bodies. I told you that mastering these powers would make us even stronger, and this war wouldn't be so difficult. But Mortarion wouldn't listen. He considered it an unholy force."

(The Overlord Typhons was referring to was the psychic alien on Barbarus. He had once suggested to Mortarion that he use psychic power to fight psychic power, but was rebuked. Typhons himself was a psychic. When he was angry, the surrounding objects would shake, and when he focused his attention on plants, they would wither and die.)

"Haha..." Typhon sneered. "If it weren't for this power, your father wouldn't have been able to save you. You envy it because you lack the slightest talent. I, however, possess this spiritual potential. Combined with my excellent physique and resilience, I will surely become a great warrior." Typhon muttered to himself as he cleared the plant debris, relieving his inner frustration and depression. Unlike the other Legion members who looked up to Mortarion as their father and supreme ruler, Typhon's respect for Mortarion was more of a respect for his strength. He was Mortarion's first friend. They were comrades-in-arms. They had faced Mortarion's terrifying alien father together. Even now, he still considered his relationship with Mortarion to be one of near-equality, rather than a purely superior-subordinate relationship.

But it was clear that Mortarion didn't see it that way. He turned a deaf ear to Typhons's suggestions and responded to his attempts to develop and utilize psychic powers with a resolute and cold attitude, ready to start a fight. Faced with Mortarion's dominance, Typhons retreated, but the seeds of resentment and dissatisfaction were sown! Mortarion's warnings didn't dissuade him from pursuing psychic powers; instead, they fueled his desire to explore them. He began recruiting those with psychic talents within the Legion, as the Legion lacked a think tank. Typhons believed that one day, his psychic abilities would astound the Primarch and the Legion!

"Hu, let's just focus on the task at hand." Typhons once again focused his attention on the battle at hand. He still needed to prepare for the development and use of psychic energy, but the battle at hand was imminent. Typhons needed to use his talents to solve the problems faced by the Primarch and the Legion.

However, while Typhons was busy preparing for the upcoming decisive battle, Garro saw an old friend on his flagship. Torgarton's arrival surprised Garro.

"Torgadon? Why are you here? I remember that you are not the liaison officer of the Death Guard stationed in the Luna Wolves Legion." Looking at the familiar figure standing in front of him, Garo frowned with joy.

"Yes, I'm not a permanent member." Torgarton was also very happy when he saw Garo. After all, they had fought side by side and were good friends. But Garo noticed that Torgarton's expression seemed a little unnatural.

"Okay, come on, my friend. Let's relax together." Garo first invited Togaton into his cabin, and then poured a cup of tea for the latter.

"How do you feel after the Primarch's return?" Torgathon said after taking a sip of tea.

"The return of the Primarch has injected fresh blood into the Legion and clarified the Legion's purpose. This is good. We are stronger than before. The Legion, known for its toughness and tenacity, is capable of handling any frontal battlefield. Some newcomers in the Legion are very capable and talented, they just lack some experience." Garo thought for a while and said.

"And then?" Torgaddon asked with a smile.

"And then?" Garro paused, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "And then our tactics became a bit rigid, lacking flexibility and responsiveness." Clearly, after fighting alongside the Luna Wolves and other legions, Garro himself had become more tactful. He was best at holding the line, but that didn't mean he couldn't do other things. He had some issues with the Primarch, but he tactfully expressed them to his friends and comrades.

"But you don't have to worry about this problem this time. The Luna Wolves will give up the glory of annihilating this Orc Empire. The main forces of the Luna Wolves Legion and the Emperor's Children Legion will not participate in the upcoming offensive against the Orc capital planet. However, we will send a certain number of troops to cooperate with the Death Guard and White Scars Legions to carry out this task. And I will lead a reinforced battalion to assist Lord Mortarion and his legion." said Torgaddon.

"Our Primarch will communicate with Lord Mortarion through communication, and I will come here as an envoy to handle some preliminary work, such as finding a good partner." Torgathon said to Garo with a smile.