Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Uh..." Looking at Sharokin who was walking slowly towards him, Eichmand recalled the fear he felt when he was dominated by the Sword Saint Akulduna of the Third Legion. Even facing Abaddon did not make Eichmand so desperate. At least, when facing Abaddon, Eichmand knew how he lost. Facing this existence who called himself the Crow of Death, Eichmand believed that when he defeated him, he might not even know where the attack came from.

"Are you the captain of the Moon Wolf Legion?" Sharokin stopped and said to the person in front of him with his dark eyes.

"Yes, Captain of the Luna Wolves, I am one of the Primarch's most trusted men." After Eichmand had said this, he paused. At that moment, a ridiculous thought suddenly occurred to him: his performance had discredited his Primarch. If someone at this moment said, "You are still the best among the Luna Wolves, it seems the Luna Wolves are nothing special," Eichmand really didn't know how to refute it.

"I will not yield!" Eichmand said nothing more, charging forward, sword wielding. Their weapons slashed through the air, a heart-pounding sound echoing across the blue dividing line. The clash was swift and deadly. Sharokin's precise, swift swordplay put Eichmand under immense pressure, but after gradually adjusting to his opponent's rhythm, he managed to stabilize the situation. Perhaps, he thought, he could achieve a more respectable outcome? Perhaps a draw?

However, facts told Eichmand that his idea was too naive. The two sides fought in a dim corridor. Suddenly, Eichmand felt that the person in front of him escaped into the shadow of the corridor, and then disappeared as if out of thin air. When Sharokin appeared again, he attacked from the side and knocked down Eichmand's weapon with one sword, and the other sword swung towards the chest of little Horus. Relatively speaking, he still gave some face to the captain of the Moon Wolves.

"Shadow Moon Wolf, are you satisfied with this result?" Sharokin's voice was as calm and cold as ever.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance. Another group of Luna Wolves arrived. When they saw their commander being pointed at swords, they raised their bolters without a word. Eichmand tried his best to stop his men, but the bolters kept firing!

"The local gangs don't follow the rules." Sharokin merged back into the shadows, and his vague voice was heard in the long and dark corridor.

"Damn it, that's not true!" Little Horus even wanted to die. He was not someone who couldn't afford to lose. He could admit defeat, but he couldn't let people from other legions say that the Luna Wolves didn't follow the rules!

"Should the game continue?" Sharokin's voice echoed in the corridor. After the sound was refracted many times, Shadow Moon Wolf could not determine the target at all.

"Then let's continue. Put away all the live ammunition and use practice bullets. Even if we lose, we must lose with dignity. Leave the weapons loaded with practice bullets here, and we will start a new hunt later!" Eichmand said firmly. He could lose, but if he didn't even have the courage to face failure, that would be worse than failure itself.

The Luna Wolves followed the rules, and everything that happened next made Horus look a little embarrassed. An hour later, after dealing with the other Luna Wolves, Sharokin came to Eichmander again.

At this time, Sharokin was holding two power swords in his hands, one of which was still Sulda's sword, and the other was the sword that had just knocked down Eichmand.

"We meet again, Moon Wolf." Sharokin held the sword in both hands and stood less than 15 meters away from Horus Jr. At this time, Horus Jr. held a power sword in one hand and a grenade launcher in the other.

"Where are the others?" Cold sweat dripped from little Horus's head.

"Rest quietly aside. There are 11 in total, and you are the twelfth. If you count Dalson and the others, you are the twenty-ninth." Sharokin said calmly. It seemed that Wushuang dropping nearly 30 cans at once was just a trivial matter to him.

"Honestly, your performance disappoints me. How about we end this boring competition now?" Sharokin looked at his opponent. In the previous battle, Sharokin had used guerrilla warfare, ambushes, and traps to eliminate each enemy one by one. Now, he wanted to put a satisfactory end to this battle.

"I have a grenade launcher, and you only have a power sword and light armor. If you hide, like you did before, you still have a chance to win, but now, you can't win!" Eichmand said gritting his teeth.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"From 10 meters away, the gun is fast. Within meters, the gun is fast and accurate." Eichmand threw away the sword in his hand and gripped the grenade launcher with both hands for more stable shooting.

"Come on." Sharokin's calm words seemed to be a more serious provocation in Eichmand's eyes!

"Damn it, you asked for it!" Eichmand pulled the trigger, and driven by the rocket, the rubber bullet whizzed out and flew towards the Crow in the distance.

Sharokin moved. He did not hide himself in the shadows as before, but swung the sword in his hand with movements that even the Space Marines could hardly see clearly. Then, in Eichmand's surprised eyes, he cut the incoming bullet into two halves!

(In the novel "The Emperor's Gift", there is a description of Logan using a frost axe to chop the Grey Knight's bomb, so it is not too much for Sharokin to do this. If you have any questions, please contact GW.)

And then, the series of explosive shells fired by Eichmand were cut or bounced off one by one like the sword of Sharokin himself. With the sound of the grenade gun's receiver locking, Eichmand was surprised to find that he had used up a magazine of explosive shells!

Just as Eichmand was at a loss for words due to shock, a flash of black lightning flashed across, and the power sword deftly left a shallow scar on his chest.

"You lose, Luna Wolf." Sharokin plunged Eichmand's weapon into the ground. "It's a fine sword, but the wielder is mediocre. If you ever challenge me again, I hope you can perform a little better."

"What's your name?" Eichmand cried.

"Me? I'm just an ordinary Raven Guardian, following Lord Clarks against the warlords on Salvation Star. They call me the Raven of Death. I'm Sharokin. There's nothing worth remembering." Sharokin turned his head and said. Then, he stepped into the shadows, leaving no trace!

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"A superb engagement. A fine swordsman, a master tactician," Horus began. His words expressed his unstinting admiration for Sharokin. Although Sharokin had brutally beaten one of his finest sons in the previous encounter, it was clear that Horus still gave a fair and impartial assessment.

"Let's just leave it at that. You take your men, and I'll deal with mine. I don't want anything like this to happen again. This is my Legion, and I'm capable of handling everything." Clarks said, looking at Horus. Clearly, while Eichmander had overstepped his bounds, he had already been severely beaten, and Clarks didn't want to dwell on it. After all, he hadn't suffered any loss. Of course, warrior associations and the like were still prohibited!

"Okay, my brother." Horus nodded.

Chapter 158 Aftermath and Relocation

"Father, I have brought shame upon you and the Luna Wolves." Returning to the Spirit of Vengeance, young Horus Eichmand lowered his head in shame. He knelt before his genetic father, awaiting his father's wrath and punishment.

"Do you think that I will reward you if you defeat the newcomer named Sharokin? Your mistake is not that you lost, but that you interfered with the internal affairs of the 19th Legion in too obvious a way. Now, the Primarch of the Raven Guard has returned. In the legion, he has the greatest power. We should respect him, but what are you doing? You easily intervened in a conflict that you should not have intervened in. You made it impossible for me to face my brother, Eichmander." Horus said with great sorrow.

Clearly, while this incident seemed perfectly resolved, the rift between the two sides was, in reality, irreparable. According to gathered intelligence, Sharokin was Klax's comrade and subordinate on Deliverance Planet, a follower of the Primarch from before his rise to power, and a future high-ranking member of the Raven Guard. And now, because of Eichmand's reckless actions, Klax, already discontent with the Warriors' Order and Horus, was determined to overhaul the Raven Guard from top to bottom.

Often, things don't erupt through a heated argument or even a conflict. Beneath the surface of calm, some things may already be irreversible. Krakos would surely discipline his own Legion, and Horus would have no reason to interfere. After the Primarchs of the other Legions returned, Horus no longer had leadership over them, and could only exert influence through certain means. Eichmand, however, made that influence impossible.

"Father, Eichmand may just want to show off the power of the Luna Wolves." Abaddon, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and decided to make some excuses for his colleague.

"Are you strong?" Horus looked at his bravest son. "You boast of your bravery and strength, but in reality, can you truly be the role models for all the Legions as you claim?"

"Have you all read the intelligence provided by Sejanus? My original plan failed. The talents of that Space Wolves Supreme Lord Commander impressed everyone, some even describing them as miraculous. We don't even know how he achieved this."

"When I thought Balder was just an exception, today, Clarks' men reminded me that there are other very outstanding beings in this galaxy. I underestimated the people in other legions. I found that my men are not so good." Horus said with a gloomy face.

"Father, I will personally challenge that Death Crow," Abaddon said after a moment's thought. The Luna Wolves' arena master immediately spoke up.

"Damn it! I'm talking about your methods of handling the problem! Got it? Methods!" Horus roared. He felt his blood pressure rise noticeably since Sejanus and Torgaddon left. The crux of the matter was that they shouldn't have been so brazenly involved in the internal conflicts of other legions. How could his two sons see it as a matter of not winning the battle? Was their understanding so flawed?

Well, originally, these matters were handled by Sejanus and Torgaddon, who were the core of maintaining the internal operations of the Legion and communicating with other Legions, while Abaddon and Horus were good at fighting and mixing with warriors, rather than dealing with these complicated matters.

"You are a little too arrogant and lack flexibility. I can handle all kinds of relationships between the Legion, the Mortal Auxiliary Army and the Terran bureaucracy with ease. So can Sejanus and Torgathon. But you can't." Horus sighed and said, he felt a little tired.

"All of you, go down. I need some quiet time. Also, tell everyone: absolutely, absolutely do not go to Raven Guard territory again. Don't even think about competing! That's it!" Horus then looked at Eichmander. "You truly are unlike me. Aside from your looks, you possess none of my abilities, skills, or wisdom. Therefore, I do not wish the entire Legion to hear the title of Little Horus again. At least not until you prove yourself capable of it again."

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"I really underestimated my brothers." Horus stood up and came to a huge star map, which marked the status of various major expeditionary fleets. Among them, there were two special ones, namely Rus's Space Wolves Legion and Ferrus's Iron Hands Legion.

Not long ago, the Space Wolves had just completed their conquest of the Flaming Wheel sector, defeating an absurdly powerful Ork Empire. The Emperor personally visited to express his approval of the Space Wolves. Cyjanus and his men had originally planned to return, but with the Emperor's arrival, the senior leaders of each Legion naturally had to participate.

Ferrus's Iron Hands Legion performed even better, leading the way in conquest, even advancing faster than his own forces! According to the information Horus gathered, the Iron Hands' tactics, while maintaining their usual sharp flow of steel and precise calculations, also saw significant improvements in Warp navigation and mobile warfare. It could be said that the Iron Hands were gradually becoming a more well-rounded Legion. Ferrus's expeditionary fleet also became the fastest-expanding expeditionary fleet during this period.

"I've slowed down," Horus shook his head. It was clear that he wasn't very satisfied with the progress of his expeditionary fleet during this period. This was partly because his best men, like Sejanus, Torgadoun, and Garro, weren't with him, and partly because he had focused too much of his energy on his two newly returned brothers. Horus and Fulgrim had a good relationship, but what about Clarks? They were just brothers...

"Everything will be fine once Sejanus and Torgathon return," Horus muttered to himself. He now had to reorganize his Legion. He'd been too relaxed lately, focusing on unimportant matters. Now, he needed to refocus on war and conquest. As for Klax? Horus could only try to maintain their relationship.

While Horus was thinking about the future, Clarks was also thinking about the future of the Legion. Deep in the flagship, Clarks and his most trusted heir, Sharokin, were discussing the future of the Legion.

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"I don't like Horus. From the first moment I saw him, I knew that he and I are not the same kind of people. I grew up among miners, and I am a rebel against tyranny. But Horus is not like that. He is a prince. Maybe he is smart, kind, and full of sunshine. But a prince is a prince. He will show his mercy and tolerance to the miners and the lower class people, but deep down, he thinks he is superior to others. He tries to control the fate of others and do things according to his own ideas. His actions are full of calculations, and his skills are so superb that it makes me a little at a loss." Clarks said softly, as if he was talking to Sharokin, but also as if he was talking to himself.

In all fairness, Clarks admitted that Horus was indeed superior to him, in terms of command, political savvy, and other aspects. Clarks believed that Horus was far inferior. However, Horus's attitude towards him and his Legion deeply displeased Clarks, and he was also very dissatisfied with some of Horus's practices. When he saw those planetary governors who were greedy and oppressive to the lower classes, Clarks wanted to disembowel them with his lightning claws, but Horus always managed to communicate with them and gain their support.

Klax had once offered his opinion to Horus, and Horus first expressed his dislike for these guys, but at the same time emphasized that reality forced them to choose a compromise because they could provide support to the Legion. Because they formed a huge network of relationships, even the Primarch had to be careful in dealing with them.

Clark initially believed everything Horus said, but then he sensed that Horus, to some extent, didn't care whether the official in front of him was a greedy official. He cared more about the benefits he could gain from interacting with him. Horus calculated his gains and losses like a businessman. Although Clark knew it was not nice to say such a thing about his brother, he truly disliked it.

"I cannot change my brothers. Horus wants to adapt me to his rhythm and stance, but that's impossible. Fortunately, I have other brothers," said Clarkes. Clearly, Clarkes has resolved to leave Horus with his Legion. However, the Raven Guard, in their current state, are not suited to fighting alone. They were never a formidable Legion before, and that remains true now. Clarkes knows he needs the cooperation and collaboration of others. He needs to learn warfare and, through repeated encounters, develop a tactical style that suits him.

"So, it's a question of choosing between two options. What do you think?" Clarks looked at Sharokin.

"Judging from past battle records, the Tenth Legion is obviously better than the Sixth Legion. Although the Sixth Legion was notorious before, it seems to have undergone tremendous changes after the return of the Primarch, so much so that it has been praised by the entire Empire." Sharokin spoke.

"Lord Russ gives the impression of a rugged and heroic barbarian king, while his closest comrade, Supreme Commander Lord Balder, shrouds people with endless mystery. He is a master of psychic powers. He uses incredible means to create one miracle after another."

"Lord Ferrus is a rational craftsman full of creative talent, an excellent commander and a master of sophisticated war machines. At the same time, Lord Ferrus maintains a very good relationship with Lord Russ and Lord Balder. They are very close, just like Lord Horus and Lord Fulgrim." Sharokin only described what he knew without making a decision.

"Master of psychic powers? I don't like psychic powers. Because it reminds me of those guys who use psychic powers to control others." Clarks frowned, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"If possible, I hope my legion can fight together with the Iron Hands. We have a very good compatibility. The Iron Hands are good at frontal combat, while we are good at mobile warfare and infiltration." Clarks made a decision and decided to put it into practice and communicate the matter with the Emperor in person.

Soon, this matter came to a conclusion. The Emperor decided to adjust Horus's fleet. The 19th Legion would be temporarily assigned to the expeditionary fleet where the 10th Legion was located. As compensation to Horus, the 8th Legion would fill the vacancy caused by the transfer of the 19th Legion.

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"So, I'm finally meeting the other brothers?" Ferrus lowered the datapad in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. According to the Emperor's orders, Ferrus would meet with Horus, Krakus, and Fulgrim, and take the 19th Legion with him. The Emperor's letter had mentioned Ferrus taking good care of this young brother, and this filled Ferrus with genuine joy. After all, he would be the second Primarch, after Horus, to lead the other brothers! This was the Emperor's affirmation of his abilities, and the first step in realizing his own aspirations!

"Santo, my child, what do you think about this meeting between the Primarchs?" Ferrus turned around and said to Gabriel Santo, one of his most valued children.

"This is a gathering of brothers. My father, the Emperor brought you and your Primarch brothers together, certainly not to confront each other. We can demonstrate our superiority, but we must know when to stop." Gabriel Santo said carefully as he looked at Ferrus, who seemed eager to try.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that, at least in this meeting, Ferrus had the advantage over Horus. Ferrus considered his Legion to be on par with the Luna Wolves. Among the returning Primarchs, Ferrus and Russ were close friends, even allies, sharing much. Soon, Klaxon was about to join his side, but this new brother's relationship with Horus was not good.

Fulgrim, Primarch of the Third Legion, had a good relationship with Horus, but unfortunately, his legion lacked even a thousand men. It was more of an honor guard than a legion. Ferrus felt he had a significant advantage, and in this meeting, he had a chance to firmly outmaneuver Horus.

"Save some face for the brother who returned first?" Ferrus stroked his chin with his silver-metal-wrapped arm. "Well, this is just a small victory on our path to success. In the future, we will face more Primarch brothers and make them recognize our excellence." Although Ferrus called it a small victory, it was clear that he didn't see it that way in his heart. However, he still accepted Santo's advice: everything should be done in moderation.

"By the way, Santo, my child, if there is a chance, I plan to let you replace Dukain." said Ferrus.

"Okay, father, if you have the order, I will replace Lord Dukain." Santo said with a bow.

"After my brother comes back this time, you should prepare to hand over your work. I will recall Dukain, and you will go to meet Russ, the Primarch of the Sixth Legion. Then after working under him for a while, you can go to Balder's fleet." Ferrus reminded.

"I understand, Father," said Gabriel Santo.

The Iron Hands and Space Wolves had close ties, not just at the highest levels, but also at all levels. With so much communication, Ferrus would undoubtedly compare the abilities of Russ and Balder. After this comparison, Ferrus privately concluded that while Russ was already quite capable, his overall abilities were still somewhat inferior to Balder's.

This situation perplexed Ferrus, as he believed that while other voices could exist within a system, there could only be one primary voice, and the entire system must be built around a core. However, it was clear that the Space Wolves possessed two cores, and the more capable core was in a relatively weak position. Yet, the Legion's internal relations were remarkably harmonious. Rus respected Balder's opinions, and Balder always gave Rus face. Frankly, Ferrus envied this relationship, as his own Legion consisted of advisors and subordinates, not equal brothers.

As Rus's best brother, Ferrus naturally had to consider Rus's face, so this time, when Santo went there, he must meet the real boss first, and then go to Bader.

The meeting between the Primarchs was a momentous event. The Iron Hands were preparing, and so was Horus. Clearly, compared to the ambitious Ferrus, Horus had been having a harder time. On the one hand, without Sejanus and Torgaddon, the entire Legion was like a machine without oil. On the other hand, he was trying to mend his relationship with Klax. Although they no longer fought together, they were still brothers, and Horus didn't want to leave a bad impression on his brother.

At this time, the most relaxed person was Fulgrim. In his flagship, Fulgrim was discussing some matters about the Iron Hands with his men.

"My brother is made of complete steel. It seems that he doesn't understand art and perfection. It's really boring. Otherwise, he would be a very good brother." Fulgrim commented before meeting Ferrus.

Chapter 159: Meeting and Clash of the Primarchs (8K, 3K plus more)

A vast fleet sailed through the void, cutting through the waves and forging ahead courageously. At the forefront of this fleet was the Iron Fist, the flagship of the Iron Hands Legion and the vessel of Primarch Ferrus. They were nearing their destination, and Ferrus was making final preparations for his appearance before his brothers.

"Are you ready? Reverend Galvin, I need my fleet to arrive as soon as possible." Ferrus looked at a Rune Priest from the Space Wolves next to him. The latter was said to be from a group within the Space Wolves Legion called the Void Sextant, and their main task was navigation. Very precise navigation.

"The turbulence in the subspace is very stable. I can limit the arrival time of the fleet to within plus or minus 10 minutes of the scheduled time." Calvin said.

"Within ten minutes? That's fantastic. Thank you for your hard work." Ferrus nodded, satisfied. Navigation in the Warp is a very mysterious process. Sometimes, one minute in the Warp is equivalent to an hour in the outside world, sometimes half an hour, or even a day. The Navigator families believe that this uneven flow of time is regular. They try to grasp this pattern, but so far they have only tried... In reality, it is normal for a fleet to arrive at its destination a few hours late after a jump. But for some reason, the Space Wolves' jumps are always so punctual. And some of them do indeed master precise algorithms.

"Then send a message to my brothers and tell them that we will arrive within plus or minus ten minutes of the scheduled time," Ferrus ordered.

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"My brother said he will arrive in 50 to 70 minutes." Horus said with a strange expression after reading Ferrus' communication.

"According to our agreement, the Iron Hands fleet should arrive within an hour. However, we are actually prepared to greet them three hours before or after standard time." Fulgrim frowned. Fulgrim was well aware of the uncertainty of warp navigation, and it was clear that this uncertainty seemed to become certain when facing this brother he had never met.

"The Iron Hands Legion may have a special way." Clarks said. He was also a layman in navigation technology, but he also knew that it was very difficult to achieve.

Today, the three Primarchs sat together again. As Horus had said, although their relationship wasn't always pleasant, they were still brothers. They all had a father and fought for the future of humanity. Minor disagreements shouldn't affect their friendship, and Klaxon accepted Horus' sincerity.

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"My lord, the Iron Hands fleet is coming!" The navigators accurately captured the warp fluctuations caused by the arrival of the Iron Hands fleet and reported to Horus.

"8 minutes ahead of schedule!" Horus stood up suddenly and subconsciously looked at the timer on the table.

"Interesting! My brother actually did it." Fulgrim was also surprised. Arriving on time during Warp travel was possible, but that was mostly just luck. And now, Ferrus could clearly tell the arrival time, which meant he had real talent!

"They will arrive closer to the scheduled time, as the fleet has not yet emerged from the Warp," Clarks said. Six minutes later, as the veil between the real universe and the void opened, a massive fleet leaped out of the Warp. At the forefront of the fleet was Ferrus' flagship—the Glorious Queen-class battleship, the Iron Fist!

"They're actually still maintaining a relatively intact formation?" Horus glanced at the fleet in the distance. In a normal fleet engagement, such a formation would have infuriated the fleet commander. But now, when a fleet had just emerged from the void, maintaining such a formation was more than just well-trained! They must have some unique method. At least the Luna Wolves couldn't do it.

"The Iron Hands, it seems they're called the Legion of Craftsmen and Technicians for a reason. They're doing a fine job." Fulgrim looked at the fleet rapidly forming its formation in the distance, a hint of envy in his eyes. Yes, envy. The Phoenix from Chemos was incredibly proud. He pursued perfection, in every sense of the word. He demanded his descendants do everything to the best of their ability, whether as emissaries of the Emperor or as soldiers of the Legion. He recognized his own flaws and shortcomings, constantly addressing them and striving for excellence. And now, he saw a glimmer of brilliance in his brother, a brilliance worthy of his respect!

"Two minutes ahead of schedule." Ferrus looked at the timer and said with satisfaction, a smile on his face. "Thank you, Reverend Calvin, thank you and the other comrades from the Space Wolves for your efforts in ensuring my legion's smooth arrival."

"You are too kind, Your Excellency the Primarch. May the friendship between the two Legions be everlasting and as strong as steel," said Galvin.

"Order the honor guard to prepare, we will board the flagship of the brother legion." Ferrus ordered.

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"A proud guy, a glamorous guy on the outside, and a brother who lacks a sense of existence." When Ferrus saw his brother, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Three Primarchs stood across from him, with Horus in the center. Widely lauded across the Imperium, he exuded a friendly aura like a prince. But Ferrus disliked this, for Horus gave him the impression of a Terran official. Horus always managed to connect well with most of those around him, caring for them and earning their favor. But for Ferrus, this didn't quite work. In Ferrus's view, the Legion was the sharp edge of the Imperium, and as a sharp edge, the most important thing was to conquer the world. Nothing else mattered. And now, it seemed to Ferrus that Horus was focusing too much on the surface.

Then, his gaze fell on Chemos's phoenix. The man's exquisite features intrigued Ferrus, but his lavish and elaborate attire made him feel a little uncomfortable. He felt that the attire was too flashy and superficial. However, when his eyes fell on the longsword in Fulgrim's hand, his eyes lit up slightly. He had heard that Fulgrim had forged his own sword, and it looked quite impressive.

"He is an excellent craftsman, but he is so vain. What a pity." Ferrus said in his heart.

When he looked at Clarks, Ferrus found it hard to describe his feelings. He could sense the lingering negativity lingering around Clarks. This newly returned young brother seemed to be having a rough time. Ferrus knew something about the relationship between Horus and Clarks, and also about Clarks's work on Saving Planet. He supported Clarks' actions and believed he had the ability to lead this young brother well.

At the same time, Horus and others were also observing Ferrus.

"A sharp warhammer." That was Horus's first impression of Ferrus. When Ferrus appeared before everyone with his Gorgon Centurion Terminator, he gave the impression of a sophisticated war machine, a wall of steel. As their leader, Ferrus made no secret of his strength and toughness. Horus concluded that Ferrus was undeniably first-rate in both frontal combat and technological prowess. Perhaps even he himself was inferior.

Ferrus was even more powerful than Rus, and he made no secret of his feelings. When Rus first met Horus, he could sense Rus's attitude was one of seeking intimacy and friendship. But Ferrus was different; he truly wanted to challenge him! And to make matters worse, Ferrus actually had the ability to do so. After all, the legion he commanded was one of the finest in the Imperium, and he himself was also exceptionally capable.

"Truly beautiful." Upon seeing Ferrus, Chemos' Phoenix suddenly felt this sentiment. He felt a special beauty in his rugged attire and spirit. Beauty is, to some extent, a subjective concept; even Fulgrim didn't like overly rigid lines. But after meeting Ferrus, Fulgrim saw beauty in him, and his previous actions were nothing short of perfect! This was exactly what Fulgrim sought. Fulgrim was extremely pleased with this brother and even considered getting closer.

As for Clarks, he didn't know much about his new "big brother," but judging by his performance, he felt he was a capable person. He was a little nervous about the future, but full of hope.

"Welcome, my brother." Horus opened his broad arms and greeted Ferrus.