Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Well, I hope that my children will have a good environment and timing when they meet." The Emperor issued a new order.

Meanwhile, not far from the room where the Emperor and the Sigillite were conversing, the Luna Wolves' Primarch, Horus Lupercal, was discussing a similar issue with his sons. About to face his brothers for the first time, Horus himself was considering how to face them and affirm his special place among them.

----------------

"Sejanus." Horus stood in front of a mirror. The servant beside him was adjusting the decorations on his armor according to his request. Suddenly, the Primarch spoke, calling out to his most outstanding offspring.

"My lord, I am here." Sejanus stepped forward and bowed.

"I am about to meet my brother. I heard that he came from a barbaric planet. Before the Emperor arrived, he had never experienced the baptism of civilization. One day before the Emperor came, he was still living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood. But now, he has been granted the command of a legion." Horus seemed to be narrating something objectively, without mixing in his own emotions.

"He commanded what was arguably the worst legion in the entire empire and achieved his first victory. Although it wasn't a major battle, it made my father and the Sigillite very satisfied. What do you think about this?"

Horus turned, dismissed his attendants, and looked at his closest child. He needed Sejanus to speak his mind without worrying about his status. He had always trusted and admired his Captain of the Fourth Company, believing him to be wise, loyal, and unafraid to speak his mind.

"He is your brother. Besides him, you have many brothers. He is just one of them." Sejanus raised his handsome face and spoke carefully after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, he is my brother." Horus frowned, then said frankly.

"He is also a great descendant of the Emperor. Even though he was born on a world abandoned by civilization, he still performs very well. This is due to the ability given to him by the Emperor's bloodline. It is normal for him to be able to do all this. As a general, he should be qualified."

Sejanus glanced furtively at his father. Horus's facial muscles trembled slightly, as if he were about to say something, but he restrained himself. "But because of his background, his vision and perspective are limited. He's only a legion commander, but he doesn't know how to cultivate good relations with all sectors of the Empire. Your political and diplomatic skills are far superior to his." Hearing this, Horus's tense muscles relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Your mind is as sharp as ever." Horus smiled and nodded, then patted Sejanus on the shoulder in encouragement. He was very satisfied with Sejanus's words, not only because of the last sentence, but also because Sejanus had analyzed the current situation very objectively.

"You are right, he is my brother, and I have many brothers. Together we will assist our father and build the greatest empire in the galaxy." Horus walked to the star map and tapped it lightly with his hand. A huge image of the Milky Way appeared in front of the two of them.

"Faced with such a vast world, my father needs more helpers. Some are skilled in combat, others in management. They are all the Emperor's bloodline, my brothers and sisters. They should be excellent, and they will be excellent," Horus said with great certainty. "But none of them are as good as me," Horus thought to himself.

When Horus learned of his first brother's return, he was disheartened. This meant he would no longer be his father's only child. His father would inevitably shift some of his attention to his other brothers. The thought of this pained him, even more than his own failure to fulfill his father's plan. He wished his father had missed the world of Fenris, so that he would remain his father's only son.

Especially when Horus learned that his first brother was born from a barbaric planet and led the Sixth Legion, a legion renowned for its brutality and barbarism, his hatred for this brother, whom he had never met, reached its peak. Look at what the Sixth Legion had done before! Just a bunch of criminals! And these guys were all his brother's bloodline, and his brother was born on a barbaric world. What a perfect match! He even felt that this was the only legion that was most suitable for Rus.

Of course, the thought was fleeting. He remembered his father's brilliance and greatness. As a descendant of the Emperor, even though his brother came from a barbaric planet, that radiance could not be dimmed. Rus was his brother, far from civilization, but still connected by blood. Perhaps in the future, their interactions might become somewhat unpleasant, but Horus believed that as the first Primarch to return, the Emperor's most beloved son, he should be a role model for his brothers and should show them more tolerance.

"Father, it's truly a blessing and a wonderful thing to have such outstanding brothers around you, fighting for the Emperor and humanity's lofty ideals." Sejanus spoke again. "Within the Luna Wolves, the Legionaries collaborate and support each other, uniting as an invincible group. We can rely on our comrades to protect our backs, and this is the fundamental reason for our unwavering victory, not just relying on our fleets and blades."

"Very good, you are right. Sometimes, people feel lonely because they are too outstanding. Their talents and abilities are incomprehensible and may even lead to misunderstandings. I have read many books, and there are many visionaries who were excluded, hated, and even persecuted." Horus said.

"My brother is excellent. At least, the fact that he can bring honor to a disgraced legion proves this. However, he is still lacking in many aspects, whether it is political skills, prestige or other aspects." Horus walked slowly to the window. Outside was his huge fleet, including not only the Luna Wolves Fleet, but also fleets such as the Third Legion and the Nineteenth Legion. Before the Primarch returned, they all served under Horus.

(Note: The Third Legion was extremely limited at this time. This was partly due to the looting by the Figure King, which resulted in the loss of over 30,000 gene-seeds. Furthermore, it was also damaged and contaminated by the Lunar Gene Cult. Due to their limited size, they were unable to fight alone, and were often deployed as envoys or accompanying Horus.)

"Sejanus." Horus hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"My Lord, I am here." Sejanus stepped forward.

"My brother is mobilizing forces from other legions and cultivating relationships with them. Have you heard?" Horus turned and said in a serious tone. "I don't understand his behavior."

"Father..." Sejanus hesitated. He knew what his father was most worried about. If the returning brother was merely a barbarian king, while his father would be somewhat uncomfortable about the Emperor's attention being diverted away, he wouldn't mind too much. After all, he had many brothers, and this was an unchangeable fact, something he would have to adapt to sooner or later. Horus might even try to win over this simple-minded brother.

This was a very emotional emotion that came and went quickly and could be relieved with a little guidance, but Sejanus knew that what his father cared about most was that his brother did something similar to him, such as temporarily merging other legions under his command.

This allowed Horus to see a possibility, a possibility of full-scale competition with him. Perhaps this was what his father could not let go of the most? He could allow Rus to command his own Legion, but if he interfered with the affairs of other Legions, even those whose Primarchs had not returned, Horus would still be very unhappy! Because he had always believed that this was his privilege!

Sejanus knew how much his father had done. The Warriors' Society, a platform that provided equal opportunities for communication between officers and soldiers of various Legions, was actually secretly expanding the Luna Wolves' influence over other Legions. This allowed Horus to exert and maintain his influence through this unofficial organization after the Primarchs of other Legions returned.

"Father, the interaction between the Tenth Legion and the Sixth Legion began with the Tenth Legion's request. Lord Rus simply accepted the invitation of a friendly legion." Sejanus thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, if I was not so far away from here at the time, I think Ferrus would choose to ask me for help instead of Rus." Horus pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

In fact, deep down, Horus always felt that Ferrus, the Primarch of the Tenth Legion, was more threatening than Ferrus, because Ferrus came from a civilized world, a powerful planet with considerable technology and power. Compared to the Sixth Legion, the Tenth Legion was undoubtedly more powerful and perfect.

Ducain, the former commander of the Tenth Legion whom Horus had personally praised, was a leader among the Space Marines. Now, this former legion leader was willing to serve his Primarch, which undoubtedly made Horus feel the pressure from Ferrus.

"Perhaps, it's just because Rus is the first Primarch I met, so I feel some inappropriate aversion in my heart?" Horus said in his heart.

"As for the interaction between the Sixth Legion and the First Legion, according to the information I have learned, this interaction is entirely operated by Lord Russ's ally, the Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves. They simply established contact with an organization in the First Legion and invited the First Legion to be their instructors, that's all." Saijanus said.

"The First Legion? The First Legion from my father's hands?" Horus looked a little depressed, because he knew that although his legion was already very good, it was still far inferior to the First Legion. This legion was omnipotent and was the legion that the Emperor valued most. They were powerful and silent, walking on the battlefield, visible or invisible, bringing despair and death to the enemy.

"I just don't know what kind of existence the Primarch of this Legion will be." Horus pondered. From the words of his descendants, he realized how much competition he would face in the future, and this brother from the barbaric world didn't seem so unpleasant after all.

"Then, my brother is gathering the Fourth and Twelfth Legions in the war zone and bringing them under his command." Horus continued.

"The Fourth and Twelfth Legions were split into several expeditionary fleets. They often fought alongside other legions, which was normal. The Fourth Legion cooperated very well with the Terran Military Affairs Department's dispatches. They were often assigned to other expeditionary fleets, and the Twelfth Legion was the same, and their reputation was very bad."

"Moreover, the Sixth Legion is very limited in size. Its training and quality are also among the poorest among all the legions. In this case, it is understandable to seek help from friendly forces." Saijanus said.

"So, you think all this is normal and necessary military maneuvering? And not out of some ambition?" Horus asked.

"It should be. After all, all transfers are made through the Military Affairs Department and the Seal Holder, not through private or other means." Saijanus said.

"That makes sense, and it's a completely legal and compliant method." Horus picked up a data tablet next to the table and began to look through some of the records. After a moment, he tapped a name.

"Do you know Balder? The Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves Legion. Before the Emperor came to Fenris, my brother and a local native became sworn brothers. After the Emperor came, the latter was valued by the Sigillite and became his disciple. He did a lot of things and won praise from many people, even the Primarch of the Tenth Legion." Horus said.

"I know very little about him, but what I do know is that he's an excellent commander and highly skilled in technology. Little else," Sejanus said truthfully. At this point, Balder wasn't even renowned among the legions. To the average person, this second-in-command of the Sixth Legion wasn't nearly as prestigious as veteran high-ranking figures like Ducain. Sejanus's knowledge of some things was already the limit.

"I don't know why my brother would form an equal alliance with a native. He truly has no understanding of the dignity and prestige of a superior." Horus snorted coldly. "I believe I should persuade my brother, if necessary. Perhaps even correct this mistake."

"This time, the Supreme Lord Commander does not seem to be among the attendees?" Horus said.

"Yes, the commander is busy with other things," said Sejanus.

"Very good, Sejanus. After the matter here is over, you and Akurduna of the Third Legion will go to visit the Supreme Lord Commander to express our goodwill and strength." Horus thought for a moment and said.

"Alright, father. But I'm afraid Akurduna might want to have a friendly match with Lord Balder," Sejanus said after a moment's hesitation. He knew what his father meant and was willing to protect his father's position. He also wanted to communicate with this high-ranking official from another legion. He was the best choice. If someone else went, such as Ezekyle Abaddon, the situation would probably be even worse, given his temper.

"If he's strong and talented enough, I think Captain Akurduna will give him this glorious opportunity." A faint smile played on Horus's lips. He had to use gentle tactics with his brothers, but with Balder, his nominal ally, he wanted to put some pressure on him. Of course, this pressure had to be just right, ideally enough to make him retreat. If it got too intense, it could backfire.

Based on this consideration, Horus chose Sejanus and Akultuna. The former was his most outstanding son, a top-tier warrior and strategist, and also had a good sense of proportion, able to achieve his goal without making things difficult.

Akulduna, on the other hand, was a rare swordsman in the entire Legion. His two Shabanar broadswords had earned him a great reputation in the Legion's arena. Horus had great confidence in this swordsman's abilities, and even if any problems arose, they were the Third Legion's business, not his own.

"Okay, father, I will take your greetings to visit the Supreme Lord Commander of the Sixth Legion." Sejanus accepted the order from the Primarch.

"Alright, that's it for now. Before executing this order, you need to arrange the ceremonial procession. I need my brothers to feel my goodwill and the strength of the Legion," Horus said with satisfaction. He then fell into deep thought.

"Sejanus, my child, you are as excellent as ever." Horus was filled with joy. Horus had a plan for his brother. He knew how to deal with such a being. And Sejanus agreed with him.

"Perhaps, father, you arranged for Rus to meet me instead of Ferrus to avoid any awkward situations," Horus muttered to himself. As Cyjanus had said, if we were to talk about the threat to his position, Ferrus of the Tenth Legion was clearly a greater threat than Rus of the Space Wolves, as the former's background and the legions he commanded were much better than the latter's.

"I will meet more brothers in the future. Rus is just the first brother I will meet and conquer. In the future, there will always be others who are more difficult to deal with, but we are all brothers. We will have differences, but at the same time, under the leadership of our father, we will fight for a common goal. I will eventually be the most special one among the brothers." Horus said with certainty.

While Horus was considering how to meet his brother, Rus was also considering how to face his brother who had returned to the Emperor earlier. Faced with such a difficult and important issue, Rus would naturally have a discussion with Balder, his good brother.

At this time, Russ was even somewhat dissatisfied with the Emperor's arrangement. After all, if the meeting was a little later, wouldn't it be better if his ally returned to him before meeting him?

Only after the communication was connected did Balder learn of the meeting between the two Primarchs. "Is this the beginning?" Balder felt quite complicated.

Chapter 110 Ruth's Preparation

"Horus, this man is really complicated." Balder fell into deep thought after listening to Horus's statement. What can you say about Horus? If he had not rebelled, he could be used. Although he had some flaws, he was still a very good Primarch overall.

He was the glue that held the Primarchs together, getting along well with most of them. Although he had his own little tricks, and even went too far in some cases, such as his arrangements with Krakos during the Battle of Gate 42, Balder believed that Horus deserved the title of commander.

It can even be said that because Horus was so outstanding, people like Lorgar and Erebus chose Horus as the leader instead of Lorgar himself, because the latter knew that he could not control those rebellious Primarchs who were unruly and even had holes in their brains.

Did Horus's decision to surrender to Chaos have its own problems? He certainly did. Horus was ambitious and self-confident, and this inflated ambition and self-confidence were the root of his fall to Chaos. He was dissatisfied with the Imperial hierarchy after the Great Reconstruction and with the Emperor's concealment of his plans. Furthermore, he was bewitched by Chaos, so he wanted to change the Imperium and humanity himself.

He was also self-confident, believing he could shirk the Chaos Gods' debts. This confidence, or rather, arrogance, mirrored that of the Emperor! Thus, driven by uncontrollable ambition and resentment, coupled with his over-inflated arrogance, Horus ultimately embarked on a path of betrayal, ultimately falling to the Spirit of Vengeance.

Was it a pity for such a person? Balder certainly felt pity, but could he save him? Balder weighed his own weight... He felt that the biggest factor in his survival was that he hadn't been targeted by the evil gods. After many exchanges with the Eldar gods, Balder was filled with awe at their power and scope.

However, it was still early to consider these things for the time being. What Balder had to consider first was how to make this meeting between the two Primarchs come to a successful conclusion. Yes, a successful conclusion. Balder had his own plans, and the Space Wolves Legion also needed help from other aspects, so necessary social activities were indispensable. Compared to Horus, Rus and the Sixth Legion were obviously at a disadvantage, and there was no need for him to get the entire legion into trouble for something that had not happened yet.

"Well, so, how do you plan to treat this brother you have never met?" Balder asked.

"We are brothers, and we should help and support each other. I hope he can be as straightforward and sincere as Ferrus of the Tenth Legion," Rus said after a moment's thought. Ferrus' sincerity and help really touched Rus, and the two of them exchanged letters many times and became very good friends.

"Frank and sincere? Is this your principle in making friends?" Balder asked.

"Yes, this is my principle, and I have also heard some information about my other brother, Horus. Many people who have come into contact with him, whether they are legion soldiers or mortals, all admire him. They think his light is like the sun that warms all things. Everyone can feel his kindness, and everyone wants to get along with him and work with him. It is said that Horus is a natural commander who can make all kinds of people gather around him." Rus stated.

"So, do you have any thoughts on this rumor?" Balder asked.

"My brother is very skilled." Rus's first words impressed Balder.

"Why?" Balder was stunned for a moment, as if wondering if Rus was acting abnormally today.

"Don't look at me like that, my brother," Russ said with a wry smile. "Actually, you should understand that a truly straightforward and sincere person won't maintain good relationships with everyone, especially not with those in high positions."

After saying this, Russ and Balder fell silent. As high-ranking officers in the Legion, they naturally understood the implication: high rank forced them to act in a way that was false and against their will. Just as Russ disliked the reckless Terran officers and soldiers, and Balder had his doubts about some of the Fenrisians. However, this prevented them from using various methods to unite these individuals.

They were dissatisfied with many of the Empire's practices, but in many cases, they had to face reality in exchange for certain support and assistance. These were necessary, but necessity did not mean they were willing to do them. They would try their best to treat those around them with sincerity and equality, but they could only do their best.

"Even the Emperor needs to reach a compromise with the Mechanicus. Sometimes, these are just necessary measures." Balder said after thinking for a while.

"So, I will become a good partner and a good brother with Horus, who is always surrounded by glory and glory. As for deeper things, I can only wait and see."

"Actually, I'm not very good at socializing with outsiders. In this regard, I'm not even as good as you." Ruth said with a wry smile.

"I used the image of the Barbarian King to cover up my former identity as a criminal of the Sixth Legion. I used arrogance and laughter to deal with Terra's bureaucrats and those who questioned us, because I was not too interested in having good relations with them. I had a clear position for myself. I was the Emperor's blade, the King of Fenris, and the ruler of many imperial worlds. I was responsible to the Emperor, and to my subjects and warriors. Besides that, I did not want to associate with those who had nothing to do with me and did not understand us." Russ said.

"Very good, you have made great progress," Balder said with satisfaction, looking at Rus's face on the projection. Just like in the background, Rus remained loyal to the Emperor, but now, Rus had realized that he could no longer be just a sharp sword in the Emperor's hand. A simple sword was too ineffective, unable even to deal with the strange green sphere that had once hung in the sky of Fenris!

Look at the Wolves in the background. They don't want fiefdoms, don't pursue glory, and don't bother with technology or hard work. Their relationships with other legions are average. And what's the result? They're recruiting from the planet Fenris, doing the most grueling work, and carrying a bad reputation. None of that really matters. The important thing is that the Wolves can't fight! This is fucking embarrassing.

In this dimension, Russ at least learned to farm, began engaging in scientific research, and began to systematically expand his influence. Russ's sense of responsibility extended beyond simply managing his own planet and legion; he began to pursue more. However, he remained unimpressed by some of the actions of Terra's higher-ups, a significant improvement from his previous perspective.

"So, I will tell my brother in this meeting that I will be the sword in the emperor's hand, and I will be the king and protector of my subjects. I will also maintain a good relationship with my brother. Apart from that, I don't have much interest in other things." Rus said.

"Well, that's enough to make your brother feel good about you." Balder nodded, very satisfied with Rus's answer. Horus was actually quite good right now. He would get a little upset with Rus, but that was human nature. Horus's primary concern was still his father. Even everything he did, whether it was an expedition or interacting with those around him, was to excel in the eyes of the Emperor. As a Primarch, Horus knew his own excellence, but he didn't simply indulge in the praise and compliments of those around him. In his view, nothing was as valuable as a smile and encouragement from his father!

"It's a pity that you are not with me this time. I hope you can spend more time with my brothers. I think you will find common ground. Maybe Horus can become your good friend like Ferrus." Rus said sincerely.

"Please don't do that. I'm afraid I can't control myself." Balder said in his heart.

"In this environment, it's actually not appropriate for me to be there." Bader said after thinking for a while.

"Why? This is a great opportunity. You once said that our cause needs the help and support of many people, and this is what you are good at. You can use this opportunity to let more people know about your talents and abilities." Ruth said.

"My brother, not all Primarchs treat me as an equal like you or Ferrus do." Balder said after a moment's hesitation.

In his spare time, Balder pondered why he and Ferrus had become friends. Was it because they had helped each other once? Was it because they were both tech geeks with a passion for technology and hard work? These were certainly reasons, but they weren't the only reasons, or even the main reasons.

The most important reason is that Ferrus is truly a pure person, one who constantly pursues progress and excellence, and uses all kinds of advanced technology to beat his enemies to death! He has his own ambitions, and he wants to lead his brothers. However, his purpose in doing so is not to enjoy the convenience and glory brought by power, but to exert his talents and ideas, and then beat more enemies to death!

That's right, this is Ferrus's most primitive and simplest idea. Isn't it a bit like the Greenskins? Born to fight, but the Greenskins are just fooling around. Ferrus, on the other hand, is systematic in his study and improvement. He's like a swordsman, devoted to the sword and skilled in it! The only pity is that he and his Legion are not good at psionic powers, so some things are bound to be difficult to overcome.

Apart from this, Ferrus does not care about other things. He does not care about the so-called status, glory, and bloodline. This is why in the background, after Ferrus realized that the duty of the warmaster is not only to command the army, but also to deal with the relationship between the various legions and a bunch of messy things, Ferrus chose to give up.

"So, you are keeping your distance from my brother?" Rus said after pondering Balder's words.

"I guess so." Balder didn't want to continue this topic.

"Okay, then I'll go and prepare. Maybe my legion is still far inferior to the Moon Wolves, but I will do my best and show what I think is the best side to everyone." Russ said.

"Call Hormi Longgang and Blood Howl to me." After ending the communication, Rus began to prepare for the meeting. He needed to show Horus the side of his legion.

"The image of a simple, bold, and unrestrained barbarian king can well conceal my former criminal background, but it is not suitable for displaying my style and power among the high-ranking officials of the empire." Rus sat on his throne, thinking carefully. He hated his current behavior, disguising himself to cater to the preferences of certain people, but he knew he needed to do something.

"Ruggedness, strength, and mystery should be the foundation of the Space Wolves." Russ recalled the legions he had seen and their characteristics. Strength was what all legions pursued, so it was essential to stand out. Ruggedness was the foundation of Fenris. Ruggedness wasn't barbarism, but a spirit of courage and bravery. Adorning one's armor with the remains of behemoths unseen on other worlds was a matter of honor. Of course, overdoing it was always better than underdoing it.

Then there's Mystery... Yeah, that's right. Russ hadn't been fond of Mystery, especially after seeing the arrogant, silent members of the First Legion. But after his own son was brutally beaten by a First Legion instructor, Russ's attitude changed, because these guys were truly formidable. And after Balder and the First Legion had a conversation, Russ's attitude changed again. After all, their subsequent cooperation was quite pleasant. While the First Legion might be arrogant and foul-mouthed, they were serious! And, what about their cool behavior?

Russ later tried to understand the relationship between the circles and rings of the First Legion, but ultimately failed. However, he felt that perhaps this mystery was part of the source of the First Legion's strength. After all, as Fenris's greatest hunter, Russ believed in the saying, "When your enemy sees all of you, you've already lost half the battle!"

Russ took stock of his assets. Some things needed to be revealed, but much more needed to be hidden. The Centurion Terminator was a good showcase, and the Iron Wolf mecha could certainly be used in this situation. As for the Sky Patrol? Those items should be kept hidden. After all, Russ wouldn't reveal all his assets just for a chance to show off.

"Then? Psykers or think tank forces?" Rus hesitated. To be honest, a long time ago, Rus did not have a good impression of psykers. But after seeing the almost unmatched world engine and talking with the Emperor, Rus's thoughts changed, because the Emperor told him that from a technological point of view, the Empire really could not match that thing...

Russ then realized that while psionics might be dangerous and strange, they were also necessary. The good news was that the Space Wolves seemed to have a relatively large number of psykers. These were also characteristics of the Space Wolves! After figuring this out, Russ planned everything for this meeting!

Chapter 111 The Legion's Elites

"Hey, brothers of the Luna Wolves, who else is willing to learn the subtleties and wonders of swordsmanship?" Akurduna stood in the center of the arena, brandishing his sharp sword. In front of him, a Luna Wolves captain walked away with a wry smile. His sword arm was covered in scars. The opponent had clearly stopped at the point, merely scratching the surface of his power armor. The rest of his body was unscathed. It was clear that Akurduna's swordsmanship far surpassed the captain's. The entire fight could almost be described as a joke.

Offstage, groups of Luna Wolves officers and soldiers roared their challenge. A new challenger, fully armed and ready to march into the arena, sword and shield in hand. Elsewhere, dozens of Third Legion officers and soldiers cheered their swordmaster on. They paid no heed to the howling of the Luna Wolves nearby, as if it were the barking of a pack of defeated dogs.

"Akulduna, stop your performance, there is something important to do here." As a voice rang out in the arena, everyone fell silent. Sejanus walked forward and first conveyed the Primarch's order to Akurduna, and then greeted the officers and soldiers of the legion present.

"Everyone, calm down. Don't let a foul-mouthed fellow ruin the friendship between the two Legions." Sejanus then rolled his eyes at Akurduna. This single sentence completely deflated the already somewhat hostile atmosphere between the two Legions. After all, Akurduna's foul mouth wasn't just directed at the Luna Wolves, but also at the Third Legion! Furthermore, this fellow had only just defeated every swordsman in his own Legion before finding the Luna Wolves.

"What do you want from me? Do you need a swordsman?" Akurduna said jokingly, looking at Sejanus before him. Akurduna's foul mouth was as usual, and it didn't change for everyone. He even wanted to challenge the Primarch, and Horus tolerated the offense and didn't take it seriously. However, his heirs were not so easy to deal with, and a group of them demanded that he be taught a lesson. As a result, Akurduna achieved 111 consecutive victories against the Luna Wolves!

"You will suffer sooner or later." Sejanus said helplessly.

"Really? If my final fate is to fall at the hands of another swordsman, this would be a very good ending." Akurduna looked at the sword in his hand and said with some emotion.