Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"I won't." Khan said, and he felt a little relieved in his heart, because the guarantee of the person opposite him made him feel the sense of justice and humanity in the other person's heart.

"You came here across an endless distance, and you can leave just because of a word I said. You didn't take me away, so what is your purpose?" asked the Khan.

"To make you realize your shortcomings." The corners of Balder's mouth rose slightly.

"I think I've realized that." The Khan nodded. It was clear that in terms of forging and organizing production, he was far inferior to the man before him. "May we have a pleasant cooperation. What's your name?"

"Traveler Bart." Balder gave himself a name.

"May we have a pleasant cooperation." Khan extended his hand.

Chapter 169 Ruth is going to see Dorn?

"What's the matter? Can't you see I'm busy?" When Rus's big face appeared on the projection, Balder frowned, because he had just dealt with the matter of Chogolis and was somewhat annoyed. The Khan was too troublesome.

"My brother, I have some new problems here." said Ruth.

"A new problem? Tell me, who are you going to kill?" Baldur asked. Now that the Space Wolves' expedition has come to an end, Baldur would rather go out and kill someone than return to Fenris to deal with the various Space Wolves' affairs.

"Why would I go to you for something like this?" Ruth snorted coldly. "Then I'll definitely do it. You stay home."

"If you say so, then our friendship is over." Balder said with a stern face.

"Okay, okay, enough joking. I do have something very important to do here because I have to go see one of my brothers and go with my father." Ruth looked proud.

"Is this true?" This was the first thought that popped into Balder's head. The Emperor had been drunk, perhaps, bringing Russ with him to meet his newly returned son? Well, how should I put it? It was like picking up your son and bringing a husky along... It just felt awkward no matter how I looked at it.

"Give me a reason for you to go." Balder said seriously.

"The reason is simple. First, Horus and Clarks don't get along well, and our brother who just returned is rather stubborn and straightforward. Second, Ferrus just took Clarks and his legion away. Even to take care of the Wolf God's feelings, Ferrus will not be allowed to go again. Then I am the only one left. My father values ​​this returning brother very much and hopes that one of his descendants can go with him." Rus said seriously.

"Emmmm. Very good. It seems the brain is not lost. I can still find it when I need it." Balder was very relieved. Obviously, the moment Russ opened his mouth, Balder knew who he was going to bring back. It must be Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists. This man did have a stubborn temper. Horus had made the Emperor somewhat dissatisfied with the issue of Krakus. As Russ said, Ferrus had just gained the support of a brother and a Legion, and was in the limelight. He would not participate again. The Space Wolves had just completed a major battle and were in a period of rest and recuperation. So, as a reward for Russ, it was normal to let Rus accompany him to see Rogal Dorn. Of course, Balder would not go. He had many things to deal with.

As for Dorn, well, he was really worried about a conflict between them. After all, Dorn disliked psychics, had a stubborn temper, and didn't know how to hide his emotions. So, it would be more appropriate to let the Wolf King go. After all, when needed, the old wolf was very clueless.

And how should I put it? If the Emperor insists on taking Rus to meet the other Primarchs, it seems that Dorn is the best choice in the short term? Looking at the remaining Primarchs who may return in the near future, Vulkan has already returned, then Dorn, and then Guilliman. However, taking Rus to meet Guilliman feels a bit jarring...

Next up were the two angels. Would an early meeting with Jonson trigger a cat-and-dog fight? And what about Sanguinius? He didn't seem so good either. Then there were the likes of Gas Canister, Boss Pitt, and Lorgar. Russ wasn't suited to meet them either. So, if Russ had to meet a brother, Dorn was the most suitable. But no matter what, Balder felt it was a bit awkward to let Rus go at this time.

"I always feel that this reason is not sufficient." Balder said after thinking for a while.

"Father said that as brothers, especially the one who came back first, we should take care of the brothers who came back later..." Ruth said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Fuck! Damn it!" Bader immediately understood that the Emperor was trying to extort money from him! "No, you're asking for it?" Bader expressed his disdain for the Emperor's idea. The Emperor wouldn't tell Bader, because Bader wouldn't care about him! So, he went to Rus and told him...

However, Baldur understood the Emperor. Although the Imperial Legion was numerous, it was not easy to give away high-end toys. For example, during the Burning of Prospero, the Thousand Sons' mages used their psychic powers to control a Titan. This Titan belonged to the Voidwalker Titan Legion on the Forge World of Lucius. At that time, Magnus wanted to keep a Titan to commemorate the friendship between his own Legion and the Voidwalker Titan Legion, but the Primarch had to personally negotiate for it.

And don't forget, this is the early days of the Great Crusade, and many things are very precious, after all, many worlds have not yet been recovered.

But if the Emperor wanted to give a favored son a gift, like a Bear Gunship, he could simply negotiate with Russ! That would be much more convenient. And, as the Emperor had shown, he truly loved Dorn. And Dorn was truly reliable, so, given that, then, he could give him something...

"How much?" Balder asked.

"We'll give you seven Bear gunships. Four will come from the stockpile we've allocated to the Imperial Guard, and the other three will come from the Legion. We'll discuss the rest later," Russ said. As for why seven, it was because it was the Seventh Legion after all...

"That's fine. What about Horus?" Balder asked. If one legion had it, the others would naturally demand it. Balder didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Dorn's Legion will fight alongside the Emperor for a period of time. So they are considered the Emperor's guards. These Bear gunships are transferred over, and the Seventh Legion only has the permanent right to use them." Russ said.

"Well, that's a pretty good explanation." Balder pondered for a moment, feeling that while the Emperor's approach wasn't entirely fair, it was within his tolerance. After all, the Bear Gunship's production capacity was extremely limited, but it was incredibly useful. The Emperor didn't have many left. Take the Custodians, for example. While they were just a guard, they still numbered tens of thousands! And the Knights-Errant would surely have some too. So, this time, the Emperor would provide four and the Legion three—perfect.

"Also, select some elites from among your people. I think competitions and even exercises between the legions will be inevitable. I don't want the newly returned brothers to laugh at us. Balder, you don't want to embarrass yourself either, right?" Rus said.

"No problem. I'll find a group of men to show the brothers a lesson," Balder said confidently. Balder was still quite confident. How could he describe the Space Wolves' current combat effectiveness? Without him leading the charge, while they couldn't compare to the established powerhouses of the Luna Wolves and the Iron Hands, (What? Dark Angels? Sorry, that's just for the outside world.) But in terms of pure combat prowess, they were above average for a Legion. After all, who really thought Balder's supplies were free? Both the initial DA instructors and the subsequent Iron Hands visiting professors had greatly improved the Space Wolves' combat prowess. Combined with their superior equipment and psychic abilities, they had no trouble dealing with ordinary Legions.

You have to know that much of the Seventh Legion's supposed strength came later, like its fleet, formidable mountain formations, and defensive prowess. Those were all things that came later. The current Seventh Legion is just average—perhaps excellent, but definitely not top-tier! So what's there to be afraid of?

And while the Emperor may have engaged in extortion, his fundamental motive wasn't simply to seek personal gain. More importantly, he wanted to test the Space Wolves' strength and compare their effectiveness to other Legions. The Space Wolves had indeed performed exceptionally well before, but that was due to the presence of the King. So, without Balder, how would the Space Wolves fare? Furthermore, as a relatively well-rounded Legion, how would their actual combat effectiveness compare to more average Legions like the VII?

Yes, you read that correctly. While their combat prowess isn't top-tier, the Space Wolves at this point are quite well-rounded, a trait reflected in their research into both psionics and technology. And what about the other Legions now? If we're talking purely about the Legion's psionics, even without Balder, the Thousand Sons can't match them, given their small numbers... Currently, the Space Wolves are the largest and most skilled psykers, and that's undisputed. Even if you take Asmodeus and Nemean of the First Legion and let them all use psionics, without any other cheats, they wouldn't be able to defeat the Rune Priests trained by Balder and their accompanying equipment.

The Space Wolves are well-rounded, but this versatility means they can do a bit of everything, but they're not particularly proficient in any one thing. In a head-on battle, they can't defeat the likes of the Luna Wolves or the Iron Hands. After all, the latter are far superior in tactics and technology. But the Emperor still wanted to see how such a versatile Legion would compare to the average Legion. After all, the VII Legion was to serve as his own personal guard. The Emperor needed to train them well.

"Speaking of which, based on your perspective, what do you think of this competition? I'm not worried about the exercises; the key is that I want to make a breakthrough in the Legion's combat skills. After all, the results of the previous battle with the Sons of Horus were somewhat dismal." Rus's tone was filled with regret. Rus had great trust in Balder; whatever he said, Rus believed. If Balder said he could open the eyes of the brother Legion, then he would definitely open their eyes. Rus himself was also very confident.

After all, the Bear Gunship had such a significant advantage, how could they possibly lose? However, as a King of Swords, Russ still wanted his offspring to have a strong martial spirit in close combat. But unfortunately, when facing masters like Sejanus and Akurduna, the Space Wolves had been defeated miserably in close combat! Abysmally! Russ was unwilling to accept this.

"Emmmm. Sorry, this really isn't possible." Balder said after a moment of hesitation.

"Really?" Ruth frowned.

"It's really impossible, at least not in a one-on-one duel," Balder said. Even if the Emperor came, it wouldn't be any use! After all, the Seventh Legion was incredibly skilled in close combat. Putting aside the Black Knights, even the few hundred Templars were masters in a proper one-on-one duel.

Never mind that the Black Knights are still rookies. Even in their mortal form, they're incredibly powerful. In the 40th Century, Belia of the Daemon Emperor defeated a Daemon Emperor Space Marine in a competition while mortal, and was chosen. As for Mabo, his legend is even greater. By the 30th Century, Baldur already knew about Sharokin's unparalleled power, and one can only sigh that gold truly shines.

"Think of a way, my brother." Ruth still didn't give up.

"Forget about a one-on-one fight. If we're fighting in a small group, if we're only focused on winning, we can abandon martial ethics... Some guys are incredibly experienced in this area, and a first-look kill is no problem." Balder thought back to the time his Imperial Guards were pinned to the ground by a pack of wolf cubs. It was supposed to be a close combat, and right off the bat, it was electric net guns, sonic stun grenades, and then a pack of wolf cubs attacked with shotguns. Even the Imperial Guards couldn't handle it. A first-look kill was guaranteed.

"This is not good."

"It's up to you. You're the one going this time anyway," Balder said nonchalantly. "Anyway, you must perform well this time. Perhaps in the future, the Space Wolves will become the instructors of various legions."

"The coaches of each legion? Us?" Rus frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Yes, it's the coach. As an imaginary enemy, he teaches each legion how to deal with various troubles. Perhaps this is the new role given to us by the Emperor." Balder said.

To put it bluntly, it's the Blue Army in the 2K era, the Blue Star military exercises. To be a Blue Army, you must be well-rounded and powerful. Can the DA be a coach? That's impossible, because the DA is the Emperor's ultimate punishment, and some things cannot be exposed. Can Horus do it? He probably wouldn't want to take on that role. The Iron Hands are willing to spar with allies, but their psychic abilities are inferior. Other powerful legions are either not yet capable or their Primarchs have not returned. And the Space Wolves have thus sat on the throne of the third most powerful legion. Even in Baldur's absence.

And honestly, the Wolf Regiment's Bear Gunships, numerous Iron Wolf Mechs, and Centurion Terminators alone are a significant advantage. Add to that the Psionic Legion established by Balder, and even if Russ's command skills are somewhat lacking, the combined combat effectiveness of these elements is undoubtedly substantial. Furthermore, the Emperor's decision to allow Russ to lead the team this time was in fact a test of his abilities. After all, Russ was the Legion Commander, the Primarch. Balder couldn't possibly do everything for him. This was a test and opportunity given to Rus by the Emperor.

"Coach? I like this role." Ruth smiled, his white teeth flashing coldly.

"As long as you like it," Balder said.

"Alright, I'm going to get ready now," Russ said enthusiastically. "Battle is indeed so desirable and fascinating."

"Well, I hope you can maintain your good mood when you meet some of your offspring," Balder said silently. God is not omnipotent. Balder is certain that even with his power, he would be unable to stop the imaginative Husky from running recklessly down certain roads!

Chapter 170 Russ and Dorn's Preparations

"Coach, I like this role." Russ ended the call and began to think about how to surprise his brother. Previously, Russ had reviewed documents about the 7th Legion. He knew it was a regiment that valued discipline and was quite tenacious. If the Dusk Raiders' tenacity was reflected in their nearly all-around capable infantry units, then the 7th Legion's tenacity was reflected in their unwavering will and absolute discipline in defensive operations, urban fighting, and all kinds of harsh conditions.

After a general review, Russ felt that this legion was undoubtedly powerful. Although it didn't have any particularly outstanding features, it also had no weaknesses. They accumulated experience, transformed it into new disciplines, and then strictly followed them. Coupled with a spirit of absolute obedience, the entire legion was like a rock.

"So if we want to conduct an exercise, we must fight a combination of positional and mobile warfare in a wide area. Don't try to collide with the Seventh Legion's front line of defense at the beginning, that would be a thankless task, so we must focus on the enemy's supply lines and logistics. Airborne operations, small-team assaults, sneak attacks, and interference are the main combat methods in the early stages." Rus analyzed to himself while looking at the data board piled in front of him.

"Dorn will deploy a certain number of Titans for this simulated battle, but we have Bear gunships, which have greater maneuverability and burst firepower, so it won't be a problem."

"The squad configuration needs to be more flexible. The Luna Wolves flexibly utilize multiple arms to fight, using flexible and maneuverable tactics to wear down the enemy and improve the adaptability of the troops. This is worth learning from."

"The Iron Hands' tough style is worth learning from, but this time, facing the defensive and resilient Seventh Legion, I'm afraid it won't be very effective."

Russ was also summarizing his experiences and lessons; after all, he was the Primarch. When Russ got serious and began to properly prepare his legion, things actually worked out quite well. However, what Russ could not have imagined was that a few days later, when Balder's handpicked subordinates arrived at Rus's station, a "friendly" exchange took place between the two groups of Wolves on the lower landing pad.

"Brother, you shouldn't have come," a tattooed Space Wolf said as he watched his colleagues disembark from a Stormbird in the distance. "This time, our exercise with the 7th Legion has a limited number of places. There are only so many. Those chosen will represent the Legion."

"Stop talking nonsense! Draw a path and practice." Surt walked down the gangway and said to the person in front of him.

"My name is Moore, a non-commissioned officer of the 13th Company. My brothers and I are deeply dissatisfied. We believe we are sufficient on our own. You should just follow the Supreme Lord Commander," Moore said. It was an old feud. Balder's first public attack was against the 13th Company's Grand Captain, Blood Howl, as a stepping stone. Naturally, the 13th Company was always looking to get back at their comrades who followed Balder.

Furthermore, private fights within the Space Wolves are not prohibited. As long as certain basic principles are followed, these matters are managed by the Legion Chaplains, who operate independently of the major companies. Group fights must be reported beforehand, including weapons, time, location, and number of people involved. Opposing the minority with the majority is prohibited. Only after approval can a fight commence.

"Let's have a close combat between men. No guns or mechas are allowed. Just use cold weapons." Moore said.

"Unlimited combat is popular in our place. After all, once you are on the field, you can't ask the opponent to only fight you in close combat." Surt spat and said.

"Haha, a guy without honor." Moore snorted coldly.

"On the battlefield, I stand and you lie down. This is the result. This is the greatest honor. If you don't dare to fight, get out of the way."

"As a guest, I should give the host some face. I have 16 people against 20 of you. Is that okay? Close-range street fighting. Neither side has centurions, and they use individual weapons. Do you dare?" Surt was imposing.

"You dare to look down on me? 20 vs. 20, I accept this match!" Moore said angrily.

"That's settled then, get ready." Surt smiled cunningly.

"You TM are trying to trick me..." Moore raised his fist angrily.

"This is a restricted area in the hangar, no fighting allowed. Violators will have one month's supply of mead deducted and the deck cleaned for one month." The Iron Priest on the side brought a group of Caslant robots to separate the two sides.

However, in the ensuing battle, the 13th Company's men experienced what it meant to fight for victory. Surt's squad, armed with auto-correcting sniper rounds, reconnaissance drones, battlefield radar, close-combat net guns and stun grenades, and individual communications jammers—all these valuable items obtained from the Iron Islands priests—not only gave Moore's men a taste of the power of technology but also delighted the visiting Gabriel Santo. He declared, "This is what combat is all about!"

Then, within Rus's star fortress, such battles and confrontations continued. The Space Wolves from Balder engaged in a lively yet friendly exchange with the Space Wolves from Rus. Yes, you read that correctly, friendly. After receiving Rus's gene-seed, the Space Wolves became somewhat "heartless" towards their own people.

This morning, everyone exchanged harsh words and spit. In the afternoon, they fought, leaving their faces bruised and battered. In the evening, they could sit together again, bragging and drinking, letting unpleasantries fade away. There was no conflict that couldn't be resolved with a barrel of mead; if there was, there was another barrel. And the next day, after sobering up, the camaraderie of the previous night's drinking didn't prevent either side from suddenly striking a blow on the training grounds!

While the lower ranks were fiercely competing for the opportunity to participate in this exercise, Russ was also making preparations with his captain. Previously, his captains had been highly specialized. For example, one captain, several thousand men, focused on close combat assaults, while another captained several thousand men for fire support. This organization lacked flexibility and was too cumbersome. Russ, therefore, wanted to take this opportunity to make some serious changes.

Russ then drew upon the battalion-level organization of the Fourth Legion, the Luna Wolves' mixed arms, and the Iron Hands' technology and equipment to create the Wolf Regiment's "combined arms battle group." Unlike other legions, however, where their battle groups typically operated on the ground, Russ's battle group flew in the air.

There is no other way. Among all the legions, at the current stage, the Wolf Regiment is the only one capable of creating this kind of all-round air assault battle group. The reason is that the Space Wolves have a relatively sufficient number of Bear heavy gunships.

"Let's remove the super-heavy tanks and the like." Russ thought for a moment and, with a flourish, removed all heavy tanks, including the Brutal Blade, from the battle group's organization. After all, the Brutal Blade's firepower assault and defensive role had been replaced by the Bear gunship, and the transport aircraft's cabin should be equipped with more fast units and infantry.

"The number of logistics and technical support forces needs to be increased. Also, large repair aircraft are needed. If a Bear gunship is damaged in battle, we need to find a way to recover it." Russ added that the Bear gunship is different from the Stormbird. A Stormbird can be thrown away at will, but if a Bear gunship is lost, the Mechanicus accompanying the Legion will desperately try to get it back, even without Russ telling them... They can't afford to lose it!

"We still have elite infantry and rapid-fire combat forces, but our infiltration and penetration capabilities are still lacking." Russ recognized a flaw in his Legion. Through training and the rigors of battle, the Space Wolves' frontal capabilities were considered decent, but in some functional areas, such as effective rapid assaults and infiltration, the Space Wolves performed poorly. It could even be said that for many of the Space Wolves' rapid units, infiltration meant simply eliminating anyone they saw along the way. Clearly, without Sharokin's abilities, such an approach would be impossible. Russ was aware of Sharokin's reputation; after all, he had caused quite a stir.

"Once we break into the Seventh Legion's front line, fierce street fighting will be inevitable. I hope the brothers below can give us some strength." Rus scratched his head, wanting to let things take their own course.

"And then there's psychic powers. My brother really dislikes them, and I don't either," Rus thought, setting down his pen. "But it's necessary," he sighed. He really wanted to have a good relationship with his brother. He had been like that when he met Horus. He had been very happy with Ferrus, and this time, when he met Dorn, he felt the same way.

While Russ was thinking about how to give his brother a little surprise, the Emperor was conversing with the recently returned Dorn and arranging his first task: a sparring match with his brother. Russ's statement that he and the Emperor would meet Dorn together was inaccurate. In reality, the Emperor met with Dorn first, spending some time together before Russ arrived with his legions. After the two sides exchanged ideas, they engaged in a sparring match.

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After the initial adjustments, the Emperor was quite pleased with Dorn. He came from a world that, while declining, could still be considered civilized, a world that maintained a considerable level of civility. The massive mountain formations in orbit spoke for themselves. The Emperor was also quite surprised to find such a powerful Dark Age artifact in the real universe. This was undoubtedly the ultimate technological strength of the Imperium of Man in space.

"I wonder if the Traveler still has any other great ones." Standing amidst the mountain formations, the Emperor thought of his kind. He was gradually recovering, regaining his power, and his subordinates and belongings, once under his command, were also gradually returning. A behemoth once hidden in history was about to begin its final sprint towards godhood. And so was the Emperor. It wasn't that the Emperor longed for this throne, but simply that because humanity's enemies had it, he too must have it.

"Well, time to see my new boy." The Lord of Mankind turned and walked towards Dorn's room. He had already told Dorn that his first test after taking over the Legion would be to conduct an exercise with one of his brothers and his legions. At this moment, Dorn was probably discussing something with his colleagues in the 7th Legion. The Emperor wanted to go and see.

"Anaxus, tell me about the former Space Wolves in your eyes." In a room decorated with simple musical notations, Dorn said this to his staff officer, the veteran from Terra.

"Before, they were a terrible legion. Their military discipline was poor, their bloodlust was rampant, and being called a legion was a disgrace. Their combat effectiveness was nothing special, with only a few redeeming qualities in urban and small-group combat. But compared to us, they were far inferior. After all, they were thugs, and we are warriors—disciplined and resilient warriors." Anaxus spoke calmly, though his words were not without sarcasm. However, his expression remained unchanged, as if he was simply stating a fact, without a trace of emotion.

"But after my brother's return, the entire Legion underwent significant changes. The Sixth Legion has become a formidable force, employing many questionable forces," Dorn said, setting down his datapad. As the Emperor's pre-selected Guard, Dorn was treated with great kindness, including providing him with extensive information on other Legions. Clearly, to help Dorn understand both the enemy and himself, he had received extensive data on the Sixth Legion. He had just finished reviewing the massive battle that took place in the Flaming Wheel star field.

"My brother is exceptional, and his legion is strong, though I don't like this kind of strength," Dorn said, frowning. In his view, an army should be strictly disciplined and extremely self-disciplined. Whether in war or in peacetime, strict management and self-regulation are the foundation of a strong army. But looking at his brothers, they were a legion completely controlled by the personal charisma of their commander. While there were internal laws and military regulations, they were far from what he had imagined. To him, calling them a mob was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was fair to say they lacked discipline.

However, Dorn discovered that while the Space Wolves' wartime discipline could only be described as barely adequate, and peacetime was a complete mess, the Legion's efficiency was not low. Some of their actions were filled with anger and impulsiveness, but these actions could also lead to good results. Dorn could not help but marvel at the wonders of war.

Dorn was deeply dissatisfied with the extensive use of psykers within the VI Legion. He knew that psykers, many of whom were insane and capable of causing disaster with a single wave of their hands, must be strictly controlled and, if necessary, executed. He himself was unwilling to allow such individuals to join his Legion and hold high positions. Of course, for the sake of combat, Dorn had not yet taken action against the Legion's think tanks, but had simply enacted stricter regulations.

Of course, Dorn saw this Legion's strengths. Their pursuit of technology delighted him greatly, especially in battle. The massive Bear Gunship, capable of destroying a Warhound Titan with a single blow, particularly caught Dorn's attention. In his journal, Dorn made no secret of his desire to acquire similar equipment. As for other equipment, whether it was the Centurion Terminator or the Iron Wolf Battle Mech, or the heavy artillery modified from a heavy tank chassis, all garnered Dorn's favor. He finally saw them as worthy opponents.

"Are you confident that you can defeat the current Sixth Legion?" Dorn asked.

"If it weren't for the Supreme Lord Commander leading the team himself, I don't think there would be any problems," Anaxus said. "If the source of this information wasn't reliable enough, I simply wouldn't believe what I saw."

"Isn't it a big problem?" Dorn looked at his offspring.

"Yes, we have always believed that strict discipline and careful planning are the key to victory. The fundamental reason why the Space Wolves Legion was able to win the Flaming Wheel Star Region was the chaos of the Ork Legion. At the same time, the Space Wolves also mobilized enough forces. In the end, under the influence of overwhelming force, the Space Wolves won. We all understand their tactics, and we will do better than them. Even if this is an offensive exercise." Anaxus said.

"So how do you deal with the tactic of opening a portal at any location?" Dorn asked.

"The Supreme Lord Commander will not participate in this exercise, and the others do not have the ability. In the first medium-sized exercise, we have already arranged a preset battlefield. We will confront the enemy with our fortifications and defenses, relying on them to consume the enemy, and then launch a precise and fatal blow. Our defense line is solid as a rock. Even if the enemy uses some kind of magic to break into certain areas, we can still destroy or drive them out." Anaxus was still very confident in the Seventh Legion.

"Confidence is good, but we're still not doing enough in many areas," Dorn said. "Your defenses lack sufficient depth, and there aren't enough vertical connections or strongholds between them. The former makes it difficult for troops in the rear to support the front, while the lack of strongholds means that if a certain area collapses, we won't even have a point to breathe or counterattack. These mistakes are unacceptable, and you must correct them."

"There are also restrictions on the width of the channels. Some channels can be made larger to allow our heavily armored units to move in, or smaller so that only legionnaires can pass through. However, it is inappropriate to make channels of intermediate width because channels of this level can allow the Iron Wolf Mecha to pass through, but our heavy vehicles cannot pass through. This is an intolerable negligence." Dorn said, pointing at the data board with the electronic pen in his hand.

"Okay, now, follow my ideas and improve your plan. I don't want to see such obvious mistakes in the next version of the plan. I am very disappointed with your previous behavior, and I hope you can learn from it." Dorn said finally.

"As you command, my father," Anaxus bowed and left the Primarch's room.

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"Father, you were looking for me." After everyone had left, Dorn stood up and bowed to a door. The Primarch's keen senses had already detected the Emperor's arrival.

"You work hard and are very talented, my child." The Emperor walked in and said with satisfaction. "You have just returned to the Legion and I have asked you to face the challenge from your brothers. Do you think I am being a little unkind?"

"I have learned how to build and command a powerful Legion on my home planet. My world is not a barren wasteland. The Seventh Legion is a battle-hardened and experienced Legion. We are a perfect match and there will be no problem participating in this exercise. The only thing that makes me a little dissatisfied is that I am not facing the Space Wolves in their best condition. You said that my Legion will be the strongest fist of the Imperium. We should and must face the strongest enemy and defeat it."

"Also, I find the Sixth Legion strange. After my other brothers returned, they were able to quickly take control of the entire Legion, with every officer and soldier acting as an extension of their will and limbs. But the Sixth Legion is different. It has two cores, and my brother is actually in a subordinate position within the entire command structure. This is unacceptable and dangerous. You should remind him of this issue and remain vigilant against another transcendent being. The Sixth Legion's excessive pursuit of psychic power is also dangerous." Dorn's words were as resolute as a stone, without the slightest hesitation or politeness.

"Balder is a disciple of the Sigillite," the Emperor said.

"Yes, I know this, but I still reserve my opinion. I think such a psychic with unknown origins but very powerful is a kind of unstable factor. Even if we need his power for the needs of war, it is inappropriate to place him in such a high position." Dorn continued.

"Balder is reliable, my child." The emperor shuddered in his heart when he heard Dorn's words. Fortunately, Balder did not come this time, otherwise...

"Okay, father, Balder is reliable, but are you sure that all of his psykers are reliable and absolutely loyal?" Dorn insisted. "Furthermore, I believe that with the advancement of technology and the growth of the Legion, we can completely resolve the problem with reliable means. I can prove it to you this time, my father."