Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"The average level of the Legion? It seems my brother does have his own unique way of managing the army. After all, we know what kind of people the Sixth Legion used to be." Horus fell into deep thought. "Also, you said there are many wizards in his legion?"

"Yes, some legions call it think tank. From what I understand, the Space Wolves Legion has more think tanks than other legions of the same size." said Young Horus.

"Another reason why outsiders dislike him," Horus sighed. "My brother doesn't seem to care about what others think."

"However, the Imperial Navy and mortal auxiliaries who get along with the Space Wolves think very highly of them, and the descendants of Fenris of the Space Wolves also like to get close to those mortal troops. They will regard those who fight bravely among them as friends, rather than just subordinates." Young Horus said, with a somewhat mysterious tone in his voice.

"I think this is a good advantage of the Space Wolves. We may be superhuman, but we are still human. We should help and sympathize with the weak. Moreover, they fight alongside us. We must always remain humble and sincere. Arrogance can sometimes be more deadly than the enemy's sword," said Sejanus. He was both expressing his opinion to Horus and admonishing the younger Horus beside him.

"Perhaps my brother simply wanted to be a good commander," Horus said leisurely, feeling a sense of relief. After all, his worst fears were not about to materialize. Horus knew that the Emperor needed not only a military commander but also a skilled politician, a leader who could rally his colleagues to the greatest possible level. And now, he was the only one who could do that.

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"They're coming." Horus raised his head and gazed into the distant sky. At a distance far beyond the limits of normal human vision, Horus caught the traces of a large flock of Stormbirds in the distance. Ten minutes later, flocks of Stormbirds arrived at the square under the cover of various fighter planes.

"Their coordination is very good." Torgadon commented after watching the planes landing in an orderly manner in the distance.

"It's quite good. It is said that they won their first battle at a very low cost through airborne decapitation." Sejanus nodded.

"Father, the Space Wolves are coming down." Little Horus said in the Primarch's ear, while at this time, Horus had already focused his attention on the open hatches in the distance.

As the Stormbird's hatch opened, huge gray figures walked out of the cabin. From the appearance, they were wearing Terminator power armor, but these power armors were taller and more powerful than ordinary Terminators. Compared with ordinary Terminators, the gap between them was as big as the gap between ordinary Terminators and ordinary power armor.

"Their Terminators are quite unique." A hint of envy crossed Little Horus's eyes. Obviously, as a warrior, he had no resistance to sophisticated equipment.

The Terminators emerged from the cabin and formed a line on the left side of the corridor. Simultaneously, from the other side, a group of Rune Priests, armed with priestly staffs, emerged. Their figures were smaller than their Terminator-clad counterparts, but the runes inscribed on their hands and armor exuded an inexplicable power. Combined with the gray-black power armor and the accessories dangling from their bodies, the terrifying pressure emanating from these numerous psykers gradually spread. Not only in the conference hall, but even the Sigillite felt a sense of pressure.

"My Lord, I don't remember that the Sixth Legion has strengthened its psychic talents." The Seal Master said.

"Fenris is a special place. Since a psychic with outstanding talent like Balder can appear there, it is normal that there are more other psychics. As long as they can control their desires and psychic powers, they will be the most terrifying killers on the battlefield." said the Emperor.

The Emperor was aware of the sudden increase in the number of psykers on Fenris, and he also knew the reason. After all, even the subtle influence of a being like Balder could be enough to inspire some potential psykers. Furthermore, the planet of Fenris was indeed quite strange.

At this time, after the guards arrived, Wolf King Leman Russ and his captains also stepped off the transport plane. He and his retainers walked through the path left by the guards, while behind him, several Iron Wolf mechas and other warriors spread out like a wolf pack, surrounding their king and heading towards the venue.

"Were those Iron Wolves designed by the Iron Hands for the VI Legion?" Horus asked.

"Yes, it was designed by the Iron Hands Legion. It seems that the two sides made some kind of deal." said Little Horus.

"I understand." Horus nodded without comment, but inside, he felt a faint discomfort. The two brothers who had returned had already established a close relationship before him. And one of them seemed even more ambitious. Horus needed to reconsider some things, but now, he had to complete this meeting under his father's watchful eye.

As time passed, Russ and his legionaries drew closer. Having adjusted his mindset, Horus moved, approaching his brothers with a sincere smile and the demeanor of a brother. The elite members of the Luna Wolves followed closely behind their Gene-Father, facing their brothers with the utmost enthusiasm.

At this moment, Rus was also gazing at his brother, Horus, surrounded by the crowd like the moon in the sky. He had to admit, when Rus saw Horus, he felt a surge of intimacy. Horus was like a small sun, radiating a gentle and warm light. Horus was so tall and majestic, everyone chased his brilliance.

Russ subconsciously compared Horus to his other brother, Ferrus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands. Ferrus was noticeably more demure than Horus, and like a piece of steel, his emotions clearly visible on his face, lacking in sophistication.

After careful comparison, Rus felt that if they were to confide in each other, Ferrus might be the better choice. Ferrus was a general and commander, while Horus seemed more like a prince. Rus wasn't ignorant of politics, but he didn't want to waste his precious energy on endless suspicion and politeness.

"My brother, welcome back to the Imperium. In the future, we will fight together for the Emperor and the future of mankind. We will be comrades, family, and brothers. We will share weal and woe and taste the fruits of victory together. If you need any help, please don't hesitate."

Horus first opened his arms to his brother, with a sincere smile on his face, which came from the heart. Although this brother did not make him very satisfied, it was obvious that he was the most easygoing of the returning Primarchs.

"My brother, I'm delighted to see you. At least, I know I'm no longer alone beneath the stars. I have many friends and brothers. Together, we can enjoy battle and embrace the glory of battle." Russ also stepped forward with his arms outstretched. The two Primarchs embraced in the presence of the Imperials and Legions.

Then, Horus took the lead, half a step ahead, and said to Rus beside him as he walked, "Are you used to stepping into the stars? The Empire is a vast existence beyond the imagination of ordinary people. We need to deal with all aspects, and there are still many things to learn and master." Horus spoke to his junior like a friendly and excellent senior.

"Yes, the empire is indeed vast, like a gigantic fishing net. When you touch one rope, the others resonate or react," Russ responded. "But fortunately, my ally, Balder, will handle everything. He's been very helpful in managing my relationships with other parties, and his abilities have earned the seal holder's approval."

Russ felt a little regretful that his brother couldn't join him for this grand event. However, that didn't stop him from introducing him to Horus. However, just as he finished speaking, Russ discerned a subtle change in the other man's expression. The Luna Wolves elites accompanying the Wolf God fell into a brief silence. Russ easily caught the strange smell in the air, a hint of discontent.

"I've heard of the Space Wolves' Lord Commander. I believe that, when convenient, my son will represent the Luna Wolves to visit this isolated colleague. Sejanus, this is my proud son. I believe we have much in common." Horus continued to smile, appearing warm and elegant to outsiders. His demeanor was impeccable.

Horus's response left Rus deeply dissatisfied, as he felt his brother was deliberately belittling his other brother. For example, removing the word "Supreme," and then allowing his heir to visit. Rus stole a glance at Sejanus, who was following closely behind Horus. The latter was indeed a capable advisor, but his excellence could not compare to Balder's. Sejanus might be a good advisor or right-hand man, but he was not a companion to the Primarch.

Although Rus could not find fault with Horus' words, after all, there was no reason for a legion master to personally meet another legion deputy, but compared to the treatment Ferrus gave to Balder and himself, Rus could sense the arrogance and contempt in Horus's heart.

"Yes, Supreme Lord Commander, my brother, he is the friend I made when I was most confused and in the most difficult time. He is capable enough to shoulder heavy responsibilities, and I regard him as my ally. Although our father found me and made me one of the most noble people in this empire, I believe that the friendship and camaraderie forged in times of adversity should not change with the change of time and status. Don't you agree, my brother?" Rus tried to express his dissatisfaction in a calm tone.

"My brother, perhaps because you've just returned, you don't understand how great our father is, nor do you know what kind of existence we are that he created. In the past, I also had many good friends in Cthulhu, even so-called brothers. I thought they would stand by my side. But then, I found that they could only follow behind me and move forward under my guidance. I understand your thoughts. Let us give time to test everything, okay?"

After Horus finished speaking, he ended the topic. He had sensed his brother's dissatisfaction, and he was unable to convince his brother.

"Let time tell," Russ said, glancing at Sejanus and smiling. Russ believed that Balder could definitely convince the Luna Wolves' second-in-command.

Afterward, the two discussed a wide range of issues, mostly about war and his experiences. Horus's experience and abilities made him comfortable in Rus's presence, while his high emotional intelligence and eloquence also made Rus feel comfortable. Rus could sense Horus's kindness and concern, perhaps a hint of affection. But such kindness was insignificant.

The two sides walked into the hall in harmony. They continued to discuss some topics that everyone was interested in. As the crowd dispersed, the accompanying personnel gave space to the two Primarchs, and the legion soldiers also dispersed, communicating with each other and enhancing their understanding of each other.

"What do you think of these colleagues?" Little Horus walked up to Sejanus and asked.

"I sense two types of people among them: one is a proud and unruly warrior, and the other is a silent but wise one." Sejanus scanned the venue, focusing his attention on the Rune Priests and Iron Priests gathered on one side. He could sense the Rune Priests' surging spiritual power, while the Iron Priests exuded discipline, silence, and wisdom.

"Those Iron Priests all seem to come from the command of the Supreme Lord Commander. It's hard for me to understand how such a group could appear on a world like Fenris. Shouldn't they use stone weapons and eat raw meat and drink blood?" Little Horus chuckled.

"Watch your mouth. I don't want to hear anything like this again today." Sejanus's expression changed and he warned in a very stern tone.

"Okay." Little Horus made a helpless gesture, but still obeyed Sejanus's order.

"You return to the Primarch." Then, Sejanus approached the lone figure standing near the meeting place. Garro, Commander of the Fourteenth Legion, the Dusk Raiders, was considered by his peers to possess an iron will and stamina, capable of serving as the cornerstone of the battle line in any situation.

At this time, Garo was looking at the Centurion Terminator of the Sixth Legion and the Iron Wolf individual combat mecha parked outside the hall with a rare envy.

"These are pretty good war machines, aren't they?" Noticing Sejanus's arrival, Garo turned around and said to Sejanus.

"Tell me what you think." Sejanus respected this veteran who valued duty more than honor.

"They found the most suitable equipment for infantry, you know? My friend, every time my infantrymen were attacked by the enemy's heavy armored forces, we complained that the Terminators on our bodies were not powerful enough. Also, we lacked heavy weapons that could accompany the infantry charge. Tanks and dreadnoughts often couldn't keep up with us."

Garro said, pointing to the Iron Wolf in the distance. "The Sixth Legion has even thoughtfully equipped their individual combat mechas with jet packs. This gives them a huge advantage in complex terrain and boarding battles."

"If possible, I also hope that my legion can be equipped with such weapons." said Garo.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. The cooling device of the Centurion Terminator seems to require a special cooling medium to support the huge heat dissipation needs of the Centurion mecha. And the Iron Wolf..." said Sejanus.

"That's such a pity, but these things have changed my impression of the Sixth Legion. They have really changed a lot and become better. Although these newcomers from Fenris are still very young, I believe that they will become excellent warriors." said Garo.

"Because they have newer weapons? That view is a bit biased," said Sejanus.

"No, it's not just because of the weapons, but because, while they have new weapons, they are also learning how to use them, maintain them, and care for them. They are spontaneously changing themselves in order to adapt to this dangerous battlefield." Garo said in a firm tone.

"In fact, every legion gradually forms its own style on the battlefield in order to adapt to the cruel battlefield." Saijanus said.

"Yes, but they are doing better. The Primarch and senior leaders of the Sixth Legion are trying to diversify the forces that make up the Legion. This is a very good idea. Whether it is powerful infantry, unmatched steel torrents, or strange psychic powers, they are gradually learning and then becoming the strength of the Legion." Garo set his eyes on the Rune Priest in the distance.

"I heard that this weapon was developed by the Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves and the Primarch of the Iron Hands. In the near future, I will visit him on behalf of the 16th Legion. Are you interested in going with me?" asked Sejanus.

"If there's no combat mission, then of course you can." Jia Luo's eyes lit up and he readily agreed. Of course, even though he was very willing to go, he still put work and combat first.

"You and your troops made a tremendous contribution in the last battle. However, even the most tenacious warriors need rest. Perhaps it's not your fault, but you should at least give your equipment a chance to repair," Sejanus said with a smile. While the officers and soldiers of the Legion below were interacting and conversing with each other, at the highest point of the hall, surrounded by the Space Wolves and Luna Wolves, the two Primarchs held a very private conversation.

"My brother, some of your recent actions have caused dissatisfaction among the Terra bureaucrats, whether it is incorporating other legions into your own ranks or clearing out surrendered slave owners on certain planets. They believe that you have exceeded your duties as a legion primarch. Some people also accuse you of using some planets as your own fiefdoms instead of handing them over to Terra for management." Horus said in a prelude.

"So, you are advising me to change these behaviors, Horus?" Rus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I am here to help you solve the problem. If you need anything, I will act as a bridge so that the Space Wolves can have contact with their representatives. I think I can help you clear up some misunderstandings." Horus said sincerely.

In fact, Horus did not care much about Rus's behavior. On the one hand, this was the battlefield right given to the Primarch by the Emperor. On the other hand, Horus believed that this matter should not affect the relationship between him and Rus. He said this because he really wanted to ease the relationship between them.

"No, I don't need to interact with those bureaucrats." Rus looked at Horus and continued, "Of course, but it's not necessary right now. My position is that of a general of the Emperor. I am responsible for clearing a war zone, and while doing so, I enjoy all rights within the war zone. Unless our father takes these rights back, I will resolutely fulfill my rights and obligations without caring about other people's opinions."

"Just as a general of your father?" Horus asked.

"Yes, if our father trusts my ability and character, perhaps I will still be a dutiful vassal. That's all, so I have no interest in the power of Terra. And I also believe that other brothers can accompany our father to assist him. I am just a sword and a lord of my father. I will use the sword in my hand to guard the borders of the empire." Rus said.

"Russ, you're truly straightforward." Horus looked at Russ. He was certain that this was Russ's true thoughts, and after confirming this, Horus's mood suddenly brightened. He knew that this was his brother assuring him that he was a "simple" person and would not compete with him for the first place in their father's heart. Russ only cared about the Legion, the missions entrusted by the Emperor, and his own piece of fiefdom, whether large or small.

What made Horus even happier was that Rus had no intention of communicating with the Terran bureaucrats. However, Horus knew that the relationship between the two sides needed to be adjusted when necessary, and Horus believed that he could be the link between the two. This would undoubtedly bring him and Rus closer. At this point, Horus's last bit of resentment towards Rus disappeared.

"If you have any difficulties, please be sure to tell me and I will try my best to help you solve them. After all, we are brothers. The relationship between you and me is always closer than that between mortals." Horus expressed his goodwill.

"Thank you." Ruth said with a smile.

"It's a pity our brother Ferrus couldn't make it here, otherwise our gathering today would have been much more complete." Horus turned the conversation to his other brother. Ferrus expressed his lack of ambition, and while his Legion had a new look, it still lagged far behind the Luna Wolves and the Iron Hands. Therefore, the Wolf God naturally wanted to know the thoughts and thoughts of his other ambitious and capable brother.

"Yes, Ferrus is an exceptional brother, and his Legion is equally exceptional. In terms of military proficiency, Ferrus and the Iron Hands far surpass my Sixth Legion. Furthermore, our brother is also a highly skilled forger and technician, and his abilities are a perfect match for his Legion. Their skills are exceptional, even surpassing those of the Mechanicus, and he is very friendly to his brothers. I have benefited greatly from working with him."

The praise and affirmation in Rus's tone were barely concealed. This undoubtedly put Horus under even greater pressure. It was clear that Ferrus's abilities had been recognized by Rus, and the latter had willingly acknowledged his own shortcomings, but he had not established a superior position in Rus's heart.

Of course, at this time, Horus would definitely not use Ferrus's previous predicament to discredit his brother. After all, this approach was too mean, and no matter what, they were still brothers.

Horus felt a pang of bitterness at this thought, for he realized that while his Legion was formidable overall, it wasn't omnipotent. In terms of frontal assault and armored assault, the Luna Wolves weren't necessarily superior to the Iron Hands. Technically, the Luna Wolves could obtain more supplies and equipment through good relationships, but these were common goods, not items not for sale. Compared to the Mechanicus, the bureaucrats of Terra were easier to deal with.

What would the Mechanicus say? If there was a Grand Astarte-ism within the Legion, then the Mechanicus's arrogance was even more obvious, and even more unconcealed! After all, the covenant between his father and the Mechanicus was an alliance. Neither administrative measures nor simple benefits were enough to easily sway those iron-headed men. On the contrary, knowledge was what these mechanical hyenas coveted most.

Horus also wanted to do something, but he knew his Legion wasn't good at it, and he had too much to do, much of which involved dealing with Terran bureaucracy and the various governors. This superficial work would take up too much of the Primarch's time. Although the Primarch was very powerful, time was fair; a Terran day was only 24 hours. It was a matter of trade-offs, a choice, as the saying goes, "There's always a price to pay."

"The Tenth Legion is indeed excellent in frontal offensive operations, and Ferrus is also very capable. When Father created us, he had already designed roles for everyone. Rus, you are the sharp blade in Father's hand, and Ferrus is the hammer in Father's hand. And I hope to be the bond between the brothers." Horus said with a smile.

"With your wisdom and virtue, you can indeed do it." Rus said after looking at Horus.

"Thank you for the compliment." Horus smiled happily. His impression of Rus had undoubtedly improved, because Rus had already shown his goodwill.

"By the way, why didn't your deputy come with you this time? It is said that he is very outstanding. I think he and my descendants will have a good communication." Horus mentioned it casually.

"Are you talking about my ally Balder? The relationship between him and me is not master and servant, but brothers. We formed an alliance under the witness of Fenris. He is indeed excellent. He can communicate with us on an equal footing." After hearing the words of the Wolf God, Russ's face flashed with a trace of dissatisfaction, but he still patiently explained to his brother.

"Rus, you have posed a difficult problem to the other brothers who did not return. Maybe Balder is indeed very outstanding, or maybe it is because he and you have lived together in Fenris for a long time and you are as close as brothers, so you have made an agreement to be brothers. But the other brothers may not approve of this behavior. This may affect the relationship between you and the other brothers. Of course, more importantly, your legion must be decided by you. From a family to a planet, a star region or even an empire, we only need one voice, and it is the only voice. We can tolerate other people's opinions and ideas, but we must learn to make decisions independently." Horus sighed and said earnestly.

"Ferus and I have already recognized it, what about you, my brother?" Russ retorted.

"Me? I haven't communicated with him, nor do I know his abilities. If his abilities and wisdom earn my approval, I will grant him a corresponding position," Horus said. "In the future, my most outstanding offspring will represent my legion in visiting this Supreme Lord Commander. I believe that by then, a conclusion will be reached."

"The Space Wolves welcome the visit from the brother legion. I believe that my allies will handle everything." Russ said in a firm tone.

Horus had no desire to treat Balder as an equal, but Russ found no fault with his words. It was clear that Russ's insistence and Horus's opposition had already caused some ripples in the previously harmonious atmosphere. And then, the Emperor arrived! He did not want his two sons to have a conflict during their first meeting because of a disagreement over someone else's approval.

"Okay, my children, let's go and talk about some things together. Leave this place to the bureaucrats and the soldiers of the legion. We have a lot to talk about." The Emperor walked over. Only the two Primarchs noticed his arrival. The warriors surrounding the Primarchs unconsciously made way.

"Yes, father," Horus said, and Russ obeyed.

The meeting lasted three days, with officers and soldiers from each Legion taking advantage of this rare opportunity to get to know each other and exchange ideas. The Emperor also discussed a number of matters with the two Primarchs. However, the conclusion of this meeting did not mark the end of the exchanges between the Luna Wolves and Space Wolves. Sejanus had to make his journey, and before he arrived, Balder received an unexpected guest, one who nearly forced Balder to take action himself!

Chapter 114: The Ahriman Brothers

Deep inside the 15th Legion's battleship, the Glorious, a horrifying scream rang out from deep within the hull. Then, a soldier from the th Legion rushed out of the cabin. At this time, two tentacles grew out of his left shoulder, and the power armor on his body was shattered, or torn into pieces and assimilated with the flesh. He roared in pain while rushing around, bringing disaster to others.

"Zarak, control yourself!" A soldier from the Fifteenth Legion trembled as he lifted his bolter and loaded it. His once simple and swift movements became sluggish. At this juncture, this soldier, tormented by the mutated flesh, crushed several more mortal servants into a heap of minced meat!

"Enough! There's no hope for him. Give him a glorious end!" A loud shout came from the corridor, and then a dazzling white psychic lightning streaked through the void, burning the monster in front of him, his former colleague, to ashes!

"Azek! He is our brother!" A veteran of the 15th Legion strode to the other end of the corridor.

"So, do you have a better solution?" Azek Ahriman looked at his comrades who had questioned his decision. Beneath his calm gaze lay unconcealed anxiety, anger, and a determination to never give up.

"Clear this place! Block any news of this place!" Azek Ahriman ordered, his words ruthless and cold. "Send colleagues who are at risk of mutation into stasis chambers."

After dealing with all this, Ahriman turned and left, striding through the passage where light and shadow intertwined. An invisible pressure spread out in all directions, and everyone subconsciously avoided the furious legion commander.

Finally, the commander arrived at the Radiance's library, where he could finally find a moment of peace for his restless soul. Once inside, this temple of knowledge, he immersed himself in it, enjoying the endless joy of exploration and research. With the library's doors closed, all troubles were temporarily shielded from view. He could remain in peace for a while. But today, something unexpected happened, for here, he ran into his brother, Ohmzod Ahriman!

(Note: Ahriman's full name is Azek Ahriman, and his brother's full name is Ohmzod Ahriman. So Ahriman is the surname, and the first one is the given name. However, for the sake of convenience, in this article, Ahriman is used to refer to the elder brother, and Ohmzod is used to refer to Professor Hua's younger brother. After all, everyone is used to it.)

"Brother." Omzod said with a look of panic on his face.

"What's wrong? My brother." Ahriman looked at his brother in surprise. Although the latter was wearing a mask, Ahriman had discovered the blood residue in his brother's eyes under the mask through his psychic power.

"I......."

"Come to my private room and tell me what you have done!" Ahriman said seriously.

"I made a prediction," Omzod said. "Does the Sixth Legion know about this? Didn't we rescue a squadron of the Sixth Legion just now?"

"Yes, they are now called the Space Wolves," said Ahriman.

"When we separated from their company, I exchanged gifts with a rune priest." Ohmzod picked up an amulet covered in runes and said, "He said this amulet was made by the Supreme Commander of the Sixth Legion and he gave it to me."

"And then?" Ahriman looked at his brother and asked, "You mean this amulet is full of curses? Let me see it!" And Ohmzod quickly took out the amulet and handed it to his brother.

"It contains psychic energy, not powerful, but the way they use it is completely different from what I understand." Ahriman carefully sensed the traces of psychic energy in the amulet. "And I can confirm that there is no malicious intent." However, Ahriman suddenly looked at his brother as he finished speaking. At this time, Ohmzod also took off his helmet. His eyes were slightly swollen and traces of blood were still visible.

"What did you do?" Ahriman asked.

"This amulet is very effective. Under its guidance, I once found the enemy's headquarters and destroyed it. I am also very curious about how it did it. I am also very interested in the owner of this amulet, so I used this amulet as a medium to perform a divination..." Omzod said with fear on his face.

"And what did you see?" Ahriman asked hurriedly.

"I, my spirit body saw a blue ocean, and then I was squeezed out. Then, I lost my ability to predict the future, and became what I am now." Omzod said with some despair.