Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 353 The Mission of the Primarchs (Please Subscribe)

Malcador spoke solemnly, no longer using his throat to produce sound, but instead using his powerful psionic powers to transmit the sound.

A grand will separated out a trace of power and descended upon the person holding the seal.

Roxi saw that Malcador's pupils were gradually glowing with golden light, and a strong sense of holiness rose from his body. The blazing fire of the double-headed eagle scepter in the hands of the empire's seal holder became even more intense.

"In the name of the Emperor."

"Rogal Dorn is in charge of the defense of Terra and the Solar System. Command of the war fleet has been transferred to Lion Jonson."

"Lyan is the supreme commander of the Solar System Empire Army and has the authority to mobilize all military forces."

"Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan are free to act, and Lion will issue war orders when necessary."

The seal bearer's orders were very brief, without any extra fancy words or redundant structures.

This was not so much a discussion meeting as it was a mobilization meeting where Malcador represented the Lord of Mankind and conveyed his will.

The biggest change in the Sigillite's orders was the reduction of Rogal Dorn's war power, freeing him from the heavy pressure of defending the entire solar system.

This is not a lack of trust in him, but rather a more thorough trust.

Because next, most of the Imperial Fists' power will be concentrated in the core area of ​​the solar system, which is equivalent to piling all the power together like a solid wall.

The Imperial Fists shifted the pressure of counterattack and proactive attack to the Dark Angels. Obviously, as a former strong contender for the Warmaster, Lion El'Jonson was more suitable for this responsibility.

"Loyalty and victory are the duties of the Dark Angels."

Ryan immediately expressed his opinion. There was a hint of pride in his expression, but it was quickly covered up.

"I will lead the loyal legions to defeat all the rebels, swearing in the name of the Emperor."

The lion drew out his lion sword and bowed to the seal bearer.

Sanguinius and the Khan also obeyed the order. It was obvious that the Emperor wanted them to obey Lion Johnson's command, and they had no objection to this.

The lazy Archangel's ability to command a large army is actually not outstanding among his Primarch brothers. Sanguinius's real strength lies in his unparalleled charm and appeal.

As long as the figure of an archangel soaring in the sky appears on the battlefield, the morale of all the soldiers will soar. His existence itself is a boost to morale. When the angel descends to me, victory will naturally follow.

As for Chagatai Khan, he was even more unwilling to constrain himself to the complicated and heavy military affairs, which was really a torture for the Chogorians.

What's more, he had reached a consensus with Roche that the Laurel of Victory would serve as the flagship of the White Scars during the war. In other words, Khan would have the opportunity to sail across the stars in the fastest battleship in history at that time.

Chogorius's lightning whip will lash the galaxy like a hurricane hitting the traitor camp.

Such temptation is far greater than the so-called Imperial [Warmaster].

Everyone understood that, although Malcador did not say it directly, Ryan had actually become the war commander of the remaining half of the empire.

Perhaps because of the influence of Horus, everyone has a subjective stereotyped impression of the title of Warmaster, which represents the wolf-shepherd god who has become the opposite of the Emperor.

Although Ryan remained calm and indifferent on the surface, a huge wave had already been set off in his heart where no one could see the truth.

Warmaster, yes, Warmaster.

Now the de facto Warmaster of the Imperium, he will once again compete with Horus until he proves himself to be the more qualified one.

Ryan's grip was so tight that it almost deformed the metal of the power armor. Everything was hidden under the conference table, unnoticed by anyone. "What about me? Sigillite, what about me?"

Leman Russ of the Space Wolves stood up immediately, looked at Malcador and asked in confusion.

Why did the Emperor only mention Dorn, Llane, Sanguinius and Jaghatai, but what about him?
Why the All-Father ignored him.

There was still a golden light flashing in Malcador's eyes. He looked deeply at Russ and then said.

"I think you've made up your mind, haven't you? In that case, do what you want, Ruth."

Hearing the words of the Sigillite, Leman Russ's body shook. He seemed to be struggling, with a struggle between his conscience and his conscience. Russ sat down heavily under the gaze of his many brothers.

"What's wrong with you, Russ? You look worried?" Sanguinius asked with concern.

The Wolf King simply shook his head and did not answer Sanguinius.

Only Leman Russ knew what he was thinking. It was an extremely bold and risky plan. As long as he succeeded, the war that was dragging all mankind into the abyss would end immediately.

The Wolf King knew that if he were to reveal this plan, the other brothers would certainly not support it, because it sounded too risky, even more like suicide.

"I will lead the Space Wolves to assassinate Horus. My legion has suffered heavy losses after the Battle of Prospero. Because of our unique Wolf Spiral, it is more difficult for the Space Wolves to recruit more soldiers than other legions. It is difficult for us to make any progress in this war."

"Then I might as well give it a try. Even if it means risking my life, I will put an end to Horus once and for all."

"This is my mistake. Back in Prospero, I failed to see through Horus's distortion of the Emperor's orders. The All-Father ordered me to bring Magnus back to Terra to be tried and dealt with by him personally. However, because of my wrong order, I pushed the two legions into civil war."

"No matter what the reason is, I did it after all. I broke his spine and shattered his soul in the war with Magnus. I am responsible for it to a certain extent."

Leman Russ's eyes were uncertain.

The Wolf King's aura is so different among the many Primarchs that Leman Russ wants to reverse it all by his own strength.

The Lord of Fenris was obviously not as good at hiding his emotions as his Caliban brother, and his somewhat crude disguise was not difficult to guess in Roshi's opinion.

"But does Leman Russ really have this ability? Horus has already accepted the blessing of the four Chaos Gods. I'm afraid no Primarch can cope with his strength."

Luo Xi thought in his heart that all the information he had obtained pointed to the fact that Horus had now completed his transformation. The Wolf God was now just a monster with the body of Horus, and his inner essence was a collection of the chaotic forces of the Warp.

Even in the illusion on the planet Davin, Sanguinius was slaughtered again and again by Horus, and the Archangel was already the combat ceiling among the Primarchs.

Judging from the battle record, the Wolf King was not that impressive. In Prospero, he broke Magnus' spine at the cost of a broken heart.

He was defeated by Lion's Jonson in the Battle of Durran. When Angron was about to implant the Butcher's Nails into his own Legion, it was the Emperor who sent Leman Russ to stop the interrogation of Angron, but in the end Russ was defeated by the Lord of the World Eaters, but both were surrounded by the Space Wolves.

In terms of frontal combat, Leman Russ's combat effectiveness was not the best among the Primarchs, and could even be considered average.

The strength of the Sixth Legion is also in the middle among many legions. In the mighty tide of the Great Expedition, other legions have more or less famous and outstanding figures born.

The three heroes of the Great Crusade, Ezekiel Abaddon of the Sons of Horus, Raldoron of the Blood Angels, Sigismund of the Imperial Fists, Cassandra Orfeo of the Ultramarines, and Corswein of the Dark Angels...

As for the Space Wolves, they don't even have a hero that people can call by name or talk about.

Roche didn't want a precious Primarch to die in vain, but if Russ really made up his mind, who could really stop him?

Neither Llane nor Dorne can do this. Even Malcador, who has the best relationship with him, may not be able to stop the will of the Lord of Fenris.

(End of this chapter)