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Sanguinius: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid."

"We are brothers. No one understands you better than me."

Fulgrim: "I am the brother!"

Sanguinius: "Brother, if you don't admit it, you will regret it."

Fulgrim's face was stern, but he turned his gaze to the distant horizon, deliberately avoiding Sanguinius's inquiring eyes, like a teenager in a bad mood.

What was he afraid of? Did he need to worry about losing his father to another father?

It really is.

Fulgrim would not admit that he was afraid.

However, when Wop and Neos walked side by side, their tacit understanding was shocking, a silent bond far better than that between father and son, but this bond was not built on their offspring.

If their relationship would not change at all without offspring, why would they need offspring?

This speculation is disturbing.

But Fulgrim is not a person who dwells on himself, nor will he be in constant fear because of this.

Since their bond wasn't based on their offspring, he would join in on it.

He is not here to break up this family, he is here to join this family!

Fulgrim saw the tacit understanding between the Emperor and Wop that went beyond words, a tacit understanding rooted in a shared belief in the fate of mankind.

The Primarch was the sharp sword forged by the Emperor for this noble mission, and Fulgrim also had this awareness.

Even if it is a sword, he wants to be the brightest edge in Wop's hand!

No one can compete with him, not even Sanguinius!

"My stupid brother."

A smile played on Sanguinius's lips; Fulgrim was as easy to control as ever.

He only needed to use a little trick to make Fulgrim's power as his own.

……

"When can we see the Primarch?" Abdamon's throat tightened, and his voice was filled with panic.

Sarath was also staring at the world outside the porthole.

The fleet is currently in orbit around Baal's larger companion star.

Both Bal and his two satellites are covered with barren deserts, and there is deadly radiation on the satellites.

Even the most battle-hardened Space Marines would find it difficult to survive for long in those high-radiation areas without power armor.

And a certain Primarch grew up in this kind of purgatory.

However, they still haven't been able to confirm to which legion the Primarch in this world belongs.

Is it the Third Legion or the Ninth Legion?

Salas didn't understand why the Emperor sent both legions to Baal. Was it to make them wait in anxiety?

If it was their Primarch who returned, Sarath didn't know how to face him.

Will the Primarch be disappointed in him, or will he forgive him with generosity?

What expressions would they have if the returning Primarch did not belong to the Third Legion?

Should I be happy or sad?

A hint of dark self-mockery flashed in Salas's eyes. He actually felt grateful. How afraid he must be of his own Primarch!

Even if the Primarch returns, a sinner like him is not qualified to stay in the Legion.

Salas muttered to himself, "Abdamon, what kind of legion are we now? The Primarch will probably let me die as an apology!"

Salas never feared death. As long as he could witness the return of the Primarch and the Legion could be redeemed, he would be happy even to die.

What he feared was the disappointed look of the Gene Father.

Two hundred people are only enough to form two companies. What else can they do?

Other legions will be able to bring honor to the Primarch when he returns, but the withered Third Legion will probably be the first legion to disappoint the Primarch, and they will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the Empire!

Abdamon: "Thras, the Primarch may not blame you."

The corners of Sarath's mouth pulled up into a pale arc. "You don't have to comfort me. I know how other warriors evaluate me in private. Executioner, Spider, perhaps it would be better for us to commit suicide before the Primarch returns?"

Abdamon remained silent.

He wanted to persuade the legion commander not to be so extreme, but was there really no one in the legion who would harbor such dark thoughts?

Of course there are, they just don’t dare to expose it.

The legion commander and the pharmacist were ostracized, and Abdemon did not get along with the other warriors.

Because he is too rational, he would also complain about the legion commander's orders, but he understands why the legion commander gave the orders.

He could understand why the other soldiers were angry, and he also lamented helplessly in his heart.

The legion commander seemingly ruthlessly ordered the execution of other soldiers, but the pain in his heart was no less than anyone else, and he also had to endure the criticism of the legion.

Abdamon's rationality allowed him to empathize with the legion commander and the pharmacist, but in the eyes of other warriors, this was tantamount to betrayal.

Whose words would the Primarch listen to?

The legion commander will never shirk responsibility, he will even take the initiative to apologize.

If the Primarch did punish him, no one would explain himself.

He was the legion commander, but had long been abandoned by his legion.

There are also imperial guards.

Abdemon's gaze shifted to the right, and the guards stood motionless.

The Custodians are the Imperial messengers of the Lord of Mankind, and can also be the Emperor's executioners.

The Third Legion has already liquidated itself, and it is unlikely that the Imperial Guard will liquidate the Third Legion.

But the Ninth Legion, if the Primarch is dissatisfied with them, the Imperial Guard will never show mercy.

The Custodians were not their brothers in arms, they only obeyed the Emperor's orders.

They are also far more powerful than Space Marines. Ordinary Space Marines are not even qualified to see their movements clearly. Only the most powerful Space Marines can barely compete with them.

Sarath: "Where is Fabius?"

Abdamon: "Infirmary."

Sarath lowered his head silently. If the Primarch wanted to settle accounts, both he and the pharmacist should die.

Fabius only provided the testing method and it was he who gave the order, so the pharmacist should not be held responsible.

But if they want to appease the anger of the legionnaires, they should all apologize.

He would not run away and hoped that the pharmacist would also have this awareness.

If he doesn't, Sarath will help him.

The commander of the Imperial Guards roared, "My Lord commands the Third Legion to assemble immediately and descend upon Baal-2!"

Sarath's body jolted, his armored fingers clenching unconsciously. "Is it our Primarch?"

Imperial Guards: "The Ninth Legion is also gathering."

Sarath found it ridiculous. Why was the Ninth Legion gathering together?

Could there be two Primarchs on Baal?

Sarath's breath hitched, this didn't seem impossible!

The two Primarchs who returned last time, although in different worlds, were said to have taught at the same time.

……

"Little Baal actually has two Primarchs?" Isdur panted.

With the exception of the Primarch of the VIII Legion, the Emperor never allowed multiple Legions to welcome back a Primarch.

But now the Third Legion and the Ninth Legion were summoned at the same time, and the withered Third Legion was simply not enough to serve as a ceremonial guard.

The Ninth Legion is famous, and the Lord of Mankind would not allow them to serve as a guard of honor.

Otherwise, the Primarch would regard it as a humiliation.

If a guard of honor is needed, the First Legion can surpass all other legions in terms of both quantity and reputation. They are the best choice.

Isdur had a hunch that there must be more than one Primarch on Baal!

What an honor!

Just thinking about it made him tremble all over!

The two Primarchs grew up on the same world and were raised by the same mentor.

This is an honor that no other legion has!

Even if the Third Legion and the Ninth Legion had no previous contact, they would become as close as brothers in the future!

Being fortunate enough to participate in this historic moment, even if their Primarch wants to liquidate the 9th Legion, it would be worth it even if he dies!

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Withered Legion and Shattered Legion;

The Withered Legion and the Corpse Eater Legion;

The Third and Ninth Legions.

They were dressed in uniform gray armor and stood solemnly before their genetic father.

"Primarch." Sarath and Isdur whispered.

Tens of thousands of Space Marines looked up at the two extraordinary beings at the same time.

Angels with silver hair and purple eyes and those with blonde hair and golden eyes stood side by side. Their faces were flawless and their bodies were so well-proportioned that they were almost mirror images, with even the most subtle contours being exactly the same.

What is most shocking is the pair of pure white holy wings behind them.

Each feather is radiating a soft halo, as if containing some kind of power beyond the mortal world.

The legionnaires stared in amazement, with astonishment and awe intertwined in their hearts.

They had never expected that their respective Primarchs would be perfect twins, nor had they imagined that the Gene Father would possess such holy wings.

However, in addition to this shock, many warriors couldn't help but feel worried. Would anyone regard the Primarch's wings as an abominable mutation?

The perfect silhouette, almost mirrored, makes one wonder: who is whose primarch? Who is whose legion?

Outsiders may be confused by this, but warriors with the same genes will never make a mistake. The resonance deep in their blood is more accurate than any external characteristics!

The silver-haired angel tilted his head slightly, "Who of us starts first?"

The blond angel smiled at him, "You're the older brother, so you should go first."

The silver-haired angel didn't say anything polite. They were brothers and there would be no false excuses.

The Third Legion held their breath, the deathly silence surging with unspeakable uneasiness.

The Ninth Legion had 40,000 soldiers, while the Third Legion had only 200.

The huge disparity in size made their armored fingers tighten unconsciously, and the same fear was surging on the face of every warrior under his helmet. They had brought shame to the Father of Genes.

The members of the Third Legion straightened their backs in unison, proudly holding up their company flags, trying to cover up their inner inferiority with gorgeous decorations.

Each suit of power armor is decorated in a unique style, inlaid with ancient family crests.

But on the shoulder armor of all warriors were solemnly engraved the indelible emblem - Imperial Sky Eagle and III.

That symbolizes the former glory of the Third Legion!

The silver-haired angel gazed at his offspring, "I know your past, Third Legion."

"I also know the suffering you have endured. The blight has eroded your former glory and reduced the Third Legion to rubble."