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Chapter 493 Huron: I am Guilliman's greatest son!
Finally, Commander Huron silently raised the report document, slightly obscuring the light shining on his face.

He finally couldn't hold back.

Why does Lord Ramses always like to broadcast this?

Although they knew that the "Voices of the Warp," which the other side had created during the takeover of Blackrock Fortress to project power, was currently the best way for the Empire's high command to understand the movements of Chaos, they didn't have to keep releasing it indefinitely.

Even the most heartbreaking thing in his life—well, it seems he hasn't encountered anything heartbreaking since he rose to power, and the suffering he endured before becoming a chapter commander is nothing compared to the hardships his other battle brothers endured.

Huron felt a throbbing pain in his face.

The Maelstrom Guardian has been injured several times in the recent conflict.

His helmet had been removed, revealing scabs and scars on his cheeks from the impact, beneath which were scarlet spots indicating deep tissue damage.

This is the greatest hardship he has encountered in recent years.

"It doesn't matter."

Guilliman waved his hand, his hands tucked into his pockets, studying the current situation in Badab.

The warp tides hovering over Badab have not completely subsided. Although Arthur can repel the chaos storms at any time, the presence of so many Primarchs and so many troops gathered here makes this environment an invaluable opportunity for humanity to enhance its understanding of the warp.

Besides the psykers who gained a better understanding of the warp under the guidance of professionals, such as the Grey Knights who directly obeyed Ramses and promptly implemented prayer plans in this battle to create an equal environment for the Empire, as well as the think tanks of various chapters, many other units were also able to adapt to the warp combat environment in a relatively safe environment.

In particular, the surviving regular troops, with their proven prayer procedures, combat plans, and extreme measures, will be carried to other regions as they once again traverse the galaxy.

Huron's somewhat informal reaction was perfectly acceptable.

"On the other hand, the Black Legion, which is also the legion that prepared for the 14th Eternal War, is the one that is willing to remain anonymous."

"Oh my, thank goodness. A legion like yours hasn't even laid a solid foundation. Can you guarantee me that it will win the next expedition, or the one after that, such crucial battles?"

"Be realistic. I advise you to first understand your own tactics and the concept of an eternal war. Is this how you fight? Is this the kind of war you want to fight? Are you serving an evil god or serving yourselves? You need to understand the basic logic, okay?"

Hearing the voices from the warp, Guilliman couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Not only did they shatter Abaddon's core ideology of uniting countless Chaos factions over millennia, but they've also stolen the right to define the Eternal War. Now, it seems unlikely that Chaos will be able to come up with a unified opinion without the gods' intervention.

Then, the eternal bloodbath and petty scheming among the four gods, coupled with their eternal life, made it difficult for them to work together wholeheartedly on a common goal. With their interests uncertain, their struggles against each other were far more important than these trivial matters.

If it weren't for the special nature of the Wings of Dawn, and if they truly wanted to prove themselves in their clashes, at least some of them probably wouldn't deserve such attention from the gods.

How come my brothers are so talented?
Seeing that Guilliman was still looking down at the document and occasionally whispering with Romulus, Huron finally regained his composure amidst the immense tension and continued to report cautiously.

Since receiving the title of Dawnwing, Huron has been diligently working on his career.

Relying on military threats and political means, a stable trade agreement was signed with the Wotan Alliance at the center of the Milky Way to import advanced 'computers' for the Dawn Galaxy;
Oversee the expansion of the 13 Astartes Chapters, conduct centralized training of mortal mechanized forces directly under Astartes, implement military structural reforms in sync with the Dawn Sector, suppress the Vortex, and maintain the security of the wormhole leading to the Ghoul System.

When the war officially broke out in 816, the total number of the Great Vortex Guardians had reached 800, with 3200 in reserves. The mechanized forces directly under its command, the Great Vortex Guardians, also reached 8 million, with a reserve force of 32 million. This achieved an average of 8 people per tank, 16 people per infantry fighting vehicle, and 8 people per other type of armored vehicle. The aerospace forces received the same treatment as those in Astartes and were fully able to keep up with the pace of frontal combat in Astartes. They made a great contribution during the Great Vortex Guardians' operations.

Actively engaged in industrial development, establishing 13 armed outposts centered around Badab in the Great Vortex Sector, providing convenience for organizations such as the Imperial Navy, the Star Guard, the Mechanicus, and the Merchant Ronin, and establishing good relations with various military departments of the Empire in accordance with the overall requirements of the Dawn Wings.
It maintained and expanded trade routes with the Extreme Star Region, the Hazy Star Region, the Storm Star Region, and the Solar Star Region. The star region's GDP and total import and export volume achieved exponential growth between 700 and 800. As one of the five special zones, it alone bore the tithe tax of the Solar Star Region, etc.
Upon learning that Guilliman was about to awaken, he devoted himself even more to the defense of Badab, thinking that when Guilliman returned, he would entrust the Dawnwing and Guilliman with a prosperous kingdom comparable to Macragge, so that the great Primarchs could gradually sweep away the stagnation and chronic problems that had plagued the Empire for millennia.

After receiving the message from Romulus, Huron fantasized countless times about meeting Guilliman.

But now that he has met another father of genes, he feels quite uneasy and anxious, especially considering his early experiences before he met the Dawnwing. He had secretly expanded his army and embezzled a tithe even before he had a Primarch, and ambitiously called himself the 'Tyrant of Badab'.

What if Lord Guilliman thinks he has violated the holy code? What if Lord Guilliman thinks his actions are too ambitious or disloyal?
After reporting on the overall situation of the Great Whirlpool, Huron cautiously said:
"Father, I want to apologize to you."

Romulus looked at Guilliman, who remained silent.

Although Guilliman appeared calm at this moment, Romulus could tell that he was shocked.

After all, having the help of the Dawn Wings to untie the bond is one thing, but being able to develop to this extent is another.

Don't you see that the Holy Blood Angels, who live off the benefits of the state religion and don't have to pay taxes, have never made such a leap forward?

After all, Dante alone could not shoulder the burden. Over the course of a century, just getting the various divine beings and humanoids under the Blood Angels back on track had exhausted him to no end, not to mention having to keep an eye on the development of the Angelic Church to prevent it from degenerating, worry about the development of the Chapter itself, and deal with the Khorne's army and aliens that constantly spawned in Baal, the scarred region torn apart by Khorne.
In recent years, things have improved considerably with the influx of a large number of Blood Angels who have completed 13 years of compulsory education. Many departments that were originally just empty shells have finally been able to operate. However, Dante is now facing more power and responsibilities.

The old man still has many things to do, so he probably can't rest yet.

“Please speak, my son.”

Guilliman spoke.

Her gentle voice was like a spring breeze.

A Primarch is a Primarch after all, especially one who is politically astute; he would never reveal his inner thoughts to others.

Regardless of the past, Huron is now the ruler of a sector and has just won a great victory for the Empire. Guilliman, who has met Calgar and others, already knows how these descendants view him in this era. While excited about his return, they are also filled with trepidation, fearing that they might disappoint the Father of Genetics.

As a qualified leader, Guilliman would naturally acknowledge the other party's contributions.

Guilliman spoke gently to Huron:
"Tell me about your past experiences."

Upon hearing this, Huron immediately began to recount his past experiences.

From his selection as a member of the Star Claws, to his knowledge of the chapter's history and the military operations against the Maelstrom, to his secret development through the interception of tithes, to receiving information during the Dawn Expedition and traveling to Macragge to accumulate political resources within the Astartes, to the exposure of his meeting with the Dawnwings, and finally, with their support, his successful control of the Maelstrom.
Huron spoke very seriously, making no attempt to conceal his dark thoughts from back then, as well as his Great Astartesism. Now that he held great power, he was able to reconcile with the High Lords whom he had once regarded as insects.

Under the right leadership, this once repressed and humiliated guardian of the Great Vortex has now accomplished countless feats. On the surface of Badab, the interior walls of the Baroque-style church, renowned for its intricate beauty, are adorned with numerous honors belonging to the Claws of the Stars.

That's a fierce tiger!

Guilliman straightened up, realizing that his son possessed an innate talent for ruling.

Huron is documented in detail within the Ultramarines, but even the most detailed records cannot fully depict a person's psychological state.

Huron is the kind of person who has many ideas, great ambitions, and strong initiative. Under a sufficiently dynamic leadership team, he can unleash boundless vitality. If he can be controlled, he can manage a sector and bring unlimited potential to it. If he can't be controlled, it's pure disaster, easily harming both himself and others. After learning about the mess Huron made under the Highlord's control before the Primarch's return, and the Highlord's psychological state, Guilliman didn't even dare to imagine what would have happened if they had returned hundreds of years later.

I'll definitely give you a big beating.

Moreover, if someone dies in the conflict, that's fine, but if they survive and join Chaos or become pirates, they will definitely be a major threat to the Empire.

"Isn't this enough?"

After listening to Huron's detailed account of the past, Guilliman felt incredibly fortunate, and an expression of approval appeared on his face.

"Your goal has always been to fight for the human empire and to make more contributions. In the process, you have corrected your ideological mistakes in time and fought for humanity to this day. Doesn't this prove your loyalty?"

"Ruft Huron, my greatest and proudest son."

Reprimanding a commander who has just achieved great success will not change anything; it will only strain the relationship between the two parties.

Guilliman's greatest son.

Guilliman had many of his greatest sons, including Auguston, Andros, Ernesto de la Cruz, Calgar, Hill, and Servius, who is now his chief steward.
Compared to his low emotional intelligence when facing his brothers, perhaps it is precisely because he treats them as brothers that he appears to have low emotional intelligence—but Guilliman's emotional value towards his offspring is basically at its maximum, starting with the greatest, most reliable, and most pride-inducing.

The old folks all know this is workplace PUA. If your father makes a mistake, you'll still get criticized. Modern Astartes has never experienced this kind of treatment.
And so, they were completely fooled.

"Father!"

Huron's voice was choked with emotion.

The nearly three-meter-tall, muscular man almost burst into tears at that moment.

And Huron certainly deserves that title.

In the normal timeline, Badab officially began fighting in 912. At that time, he led three warbands in a series of battles against fourteen warbands without being at a disadvantage. In the end, he was completely defeated only because the Imperial Navy, the Inquisition, and the Mechanicus intervened.

After joining the Chaos, he became even more extraordinary. More than two hundred people escaped from Badab, and in less than a hundred years, he accomplished what it took Brother Dun ten thousand years to achieve. Countless Chaos Astartes gathered in the Great Vortex to hold the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. He had more than one hundred thousand people permanently stationed under his command in the Astartes, making him a true military leader at the legion level.

Moreover, compared to other warbands at the bottom of Chaos, Huron's Legion, due to its operation of multiple worlds, was able to afford pure water, build warships, and not lack conventional equipment. As a result, Abaddon gifted him a Blackrock Fortress in an attempt to win him over. Furthermore, Huron later joined forces with the Archduke Carlos Tzeentch to successfully capture Guilliman, and then indirectly returned the Glory of Macragge to Father out of loyalty.

"Ruft Huron!"

Guilliman patted Huron on the shoulder solemnly, like a father entrusting responsibility to his son.

He turned and exchanged a glance with Romulus, then took out the investiture document he had prepared beforehand and spoke to Huron.

"I hereby appoint you as a Great Vortex Hero, and entrust you with all affairs under the jurisdiction of the Great Vortex and Macragge Cooperation Department. You have done a good job, and I hope you can do even better. I am proud of you!"

Huron stood tall and proud.

How could he not be proud?

A century of effort, isn't this the moment we've been waiting for?
Can other teams achieve such recognition from two of the fathers of genetics?

"Yes!"

He solemnly accepted the order.

"It can be considered that the efforts have paid off."

Ramses chuckled softly.

An Astartes who should have fallen into chaos became a hero of the Empire.

Instead of hastily deciding his fate based on the risks of a hypothetical future, he relied on ideological guidance to bring a misguided battle commander back on track.

The human empire is vast, and many people have survived to this day. Countless people who were directly or indirectly affected by the Wings of Dawn have been given this opportunity.

To be able to get a meal to fill one's stomach when one is starving, to receive support from the sky when one is fighting to the death, and to receive a document to support one's ambitions when they are difficult to realize.
Many people have been given a brand new future.

This is one of the biggest changes their presence has brought about.

"Yes."

Arthur, who had been silent all along, looked at Huron, who stood tall and proud, and couldn't help but sigh.

The hopeful expectations for the future, and the pride and honor felt when they are recognized.

Just like when he was a child, wearing a red scarf and swearing an oath to the red flag, he was probably just as proud as Huron is now.

"So, do you think the time is right?"

Ramses asked his companion.

"Ok?"

Arthur turned his head to the side.

"Although it will take a long time, I think it's time to start working on the idea you put forward a long time ago."

Ramses looked up at the crack in the sky.

"that--"

He raised his palm in a grasping motion, as if to close the rift that had spread from the center of the Milky Way.

"The idea of ​​ending everything."

(End of this chapter)