Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 174 A Crazy Plan (Thanks to Baozhe for the donation)
As Urian gazed at the relics left behind by the previous Grand Master, an ominous premonition arose within him.

Does this matter involve the 21st Army Corps?

He didn't open the box easily, recalling the intersection between the Firstborn Legion and the Last Son.

As he carefully reviewed his memories, Urian was suddenly startled, recalling an event from decades ago.

"Let the Primarch decide."

The impression in my mind became clearer and clearer, and the instructions of my former mentor still echoed in my ears.

He clashed with Li Tang, the eldest son of the 21st Army Corps.

Ultimately, the two sides did not resolve the matter. Instead, they allowed the Primarch to return and then deal with the unknown issue.

With the small box on the table, Urian fully recalled the embarrassing matter that his former Grand Master had found difficult to discuss.

He reached out his hand, wanting to peek into its secrets, but then stopped in mid-air.

It is a responsibility, and once you know it, you must accept the hidden responsibilities within it.

Whether it's good or bad, we must shoulder the responsibility.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Urian calmed himself down and grabbed the iron box with one hand.

He sat in the chair and carefully opened the lid of the tin box. Inside the lid was a strip of parchment.

Urian took it down, and with the very first sentence, he felt a pang of painful regret.

“I have committed a terrible crime, a crime I cannot bear.”

The first line reads: "The most somber words, the High Gothic script conveying profound regret."

“This concerns the honor and disgrace of the Legion. I should have buried all of this, but as a member of the First Legion, I must make an explanation for this—Hector Thranan.”

The parchment was very thin and short, with water stains on the edges.

Urian held it to his nose and sniffed. He smelled a slightly fishy, ​​salty odor, the smell of tears.

His heart was pounding, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. He was now hesitant.

Finally, Urian let out a long breath. The duties of the Grand Master forced him to confront the secrets and darkness.

The relic inside the iron box was a small holographic image. Urian hesitated for a moment, then pressed his finger on it.

A holographic image pops up, showing a haggard Hector Thrann, as he looked in his lifetime.

In the photo of his former mentor, his eyes were filled with regret as he recounted the whole story.

After hearing this, Urian felt dizzy and leaned back in his seat.

At this moment, he was on the verge of tears. The First Legion was a mess, a huge pit left behind by the former Grand Master.

"Leave it to the Primarch to decide." Urian's deep voice echoed in the dimly lit room; he, too, was unable to make a decision.

I can only be the inheritor of the secret; everything awaits the return of the original...

Wait!
Urian sprang from his seat and sat upright, his once resolute face now showing a hint of madness.

He saw an opportunity to mend the relationship between the two legions and to unite the First Legion.

He was frantically calculating in his mind, Astartes' superhuman thinking racing, his eyes faintly turning red.

If the First Legion acts alone and takes down the Xenomorph Randall before the Primarch arrives?
Can such achievements, offered to the Twenty-first Legion, atone for the crimes committed by the former Grand Commander?
He insulted the Twenty-first Legion, disregarded its traditions, and slandered the Primarch with blasphemous words.

This shame and sin will be redeemed by the First Legion's victory, washed away with the fiery blood of its warriors.

This extremely audacious plan has a natural possibility of being implemented.

This is the Spiral Corner—Morse, the imperial frontier far from the solar system.

The Primarch's journey into the warp takes at least four Terra months to complete.

Four months? To win over Ran Dan?

The crazed plans in his mind intertwined with the strength of the legion, fueling Urian's fighting spirit.

A million Imperial auxiliary troops, plus the World Forgers, and the mighty Titan Legion.

Three Glory Queen battleships, a hundred capital ships, and a thousand warships with various functions.

This is a powerful force, enough to make the starry sea tremble!

Urian Bendreg sat upright in his chair and opened the communication channel: "I invite the ten lords of the Heavenly Army to come and discuss important matters."

The Ten Celestial Armies. An ancient organization of the First Legion, a military structure that has existed since the unification wars of Terra.

Each type of Sky Army represents a different tactical legion with a completely different military focus.

The Celestial Army served as a template for other legions, and was the initial reference for each legion.

They were incredibly powerful, each led by their respective Celestial Lord, conquering and destroying across the starry sea. The ten Celestial Lords answered the call and stood solemnly before Urian, silent as steel.

The newly appointed Grand Master gathered the Heavenly Army Lords for the first time, and they gave him ample respect by all being present.

As the Lord of the Heavenly Army arrived, Urian sighed inwardly.

Though outwardly friendly, their hearts were not at peace. The Heavenly Army's leaders clearly maintained their positions, each standing alone and even unwilling to speak with their colleagues.

“Gentlemen,” Urian rose from his chair and pushed out Hector Thrann’s belongings, “you are to keep the contents of this place a secret to the death!”

The Lord of the Heavenly Army was initially puzzled, but out of respect and trust, he swore an oath to keep the secret.

Urian nodded in satisfaction, then opened the holographic image and played the remaining footage of Hector Thrann.

The people present had various expressions on their faces after watching it.

Surprise, tension, disbelief, anger, contemplation, doubt.

The proud Lords of the Celestials were speechless when faced with this horrifying secret—concerning the two legions and the Primarch.

"Master, you've shown us this, you must have some plan, right?"

The speaking crowned lord of the Heavenly Army, the oldest Heavenly Army in the First Legion, and the core warrior of the army's founding.

“Yes.” Urian smiled, then immediately became serious. “But I need your cooperation.”

Please state your plan.

When the Lord of the Blade Army spoke, he represented the most elite troops, the sharpest blade of a legion.

Urian's face was solemn, and between his brows was an extraordinary determination: "I intend to launch an attack on the Xenomorphs before the Primarch arrives!"

"Are you insane?" the Lord of Bones shouted.

The Skeleton Army was a bloodthirsty and savage army, but at this moment, he saw an even greater madness on the Grand Master's face.

“Yes! I’ve gone mad!” Urian looked at him, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot, and the Grand Master roared, “Look at these.”

He opened the holographic briefing, and the sheer size of the army was immediately apparent.

"These troops, along with the First Legion, will strike first, destroy the Xenomorphs' outposts, and then quickly reclaim the world that the Xenomorphs have taken over."

"Gentlemen," Urian's gaze swept over the Lord of the Heavenly Army, "consider this: we will deliver victory to the Primarchs and absolve the First Legion of its mistakes!"

His words were powerful and resounding, each syllable carrying weight, and his audacious plan moved even the Lords of the Heavenly Army.

If successful, the power of the First Legion will spread throughout the Empire.

The war, which originally required the participation of the Primarchs, was carried out by the First Legion.

By controlling the pace of the war, when the Primarch arrives, he will not be greeted by a battle plan, but by an easy victory.

"I don't think it will work." Although it sounded tempting, some people raised doubts.

The leader of the Pentagram Heavenly Army, possessing spiritual power in the First Legion, is few in number but possesses extraordinary combat strength.

He looked at the Grand Master and asked a question: "How do we get these armies to obey us?"

"They await the Primarch, eager to fight alongside the Imperial offspring."

“Second,” he said solemnly, holding up two fingers, “Dum Norwick, he is not Horus Lupecal.”

“That Primarch was very upright; he took the Nineteenth Legion away from Horus and freed our cousin.”

“Master, if we really carry out your plan, I don’t think he will approve of us. Instead, he will rebuke us for our recklessness.”

The words of the Lord of the Five Elements Heavenly Army poured cold water on the heated atmosphere, calming everyone down.

They are thinking about this problem.

If it were Horus Lupecal, doing so would be perfectly fine; he would even praise the First Legion.

However, the gene-father of the Doom Legion, his judgment of injustice, and his upright character spread throughout the Legion.

"Let's vote. The minority must obey the majority, and everyone must fully cooperate after voting."

Because the Lord of the Heavenly Army disagreed, they finally resolved their differences by voting, thus unifying the will of the legions.

In order to gain support, Urian offered his final reassurance: "I have a way to resolve the issue of troop command, you can rest assured about that."

"I will definitely bring in the mortal troops and the mechanical cultists to fight alongside the Legion."

Hearing the Grand Master's words, the Heavenly Army Lords nodded and agreed to choose the future of the Legion through a vote.

They are the most authoritative and have the right to decide on major matters concerning the Legion until the Father of Genes returns.

(Thanks to the person who pointed out the typo, thank you!)
(The First Legion is going to do something big.)

(End of this chapter)