Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"As you command, my lord." Sejanus said and left the room. Prior to this, the Luna Wolves, Primarch Makhnos, was under immense pressure!

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"My lord, please stop." The Traveler was not permanently stationed on the Vengeful Spirit. When he first boarded the Primarch's ship, Makhnos and dozens of Terminators blocked the Traveler's clone.

At this point, the Traveler's main focus was on Vashtor. Even so, it wasn't impossible for this clone to break through the enemy formation. And what could stop the Traveler now wasn't the dozens of Luna Wolves before him, but rather the need to find a way to end this matter in a respectable manner.

While the time for a table-turning incident is rapidly approaching, it's clear that a direct break with Horus at this point wouldn't be a good time. Horus will undoubtedly give Mortarion a hand, that's undeniable. However, punishing Horus harshly for this isn't the right time yet. Furthermore, the Primarch's mindset and personal perspective clearly play a crucial role in the Gods of Order's plan to recover the "Fallen Primarch's Soul Fragments."

Chapter 358: Steady First (6K)

Horus's resistance to the Chaos Gods persisted until he was stabbed by Russ. The destruction of the White-Armored Horus within his soul marked his final fall. Unlike Fulgrim, he was instantly defeated from the outset. His fall was so complete that even Lorgar despised him. Therefore, after considering all aspects, the Traveler decided to proceed.

"I must meet the Primarch and convey the Emperor's commands," said the Traveler.

"We have informed you, please wait patiently for a moment," said Mahnos.

"Okay." The traveler nodded in agreement. A moment later, Makhnos received a response.

"Sir, our father is ill and cannot meet guests." When Mahnos said this, drops of cold sweat fell from his head, because at this moment, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire space.

"Horus is so arrogant!" The Traveler was truly enraged upon hearing this news. He had imagined the reasons why Horus would reject him, and even considered that he might plead for Mortarion. But the Traveler had not expected Horus to confront him in such a crude and rude way.

At that moment, the Traveler even thought that, as a mature politician, avoiding a difficult situation was definitely not a wise option. He could feign compromise, he could coax and resist, but ignoring it was definitely wrong. However, this time, the Traveler was a little confused. However, this time, the Traveler's calculations were somewhat wrong. For Horus wasn't arrogant enough to confront the Emperor, but rather he was considering who should take the blame!

As a powerful pressure enveloped the entire hangar, the surrounding Moon Wolves also became alert. They didn't know what was going on, but the lingering pressure made them vigilant, and they slowly surrounded them.

"Makhnos, let me ask you a question. If one day you were to meet Abaddon with a command from your Primarch, and Abaddon refused to meet you, citing injury as an excuse, what would you do?" the Traveler asked coldly. His voice echoed loudly across the tarmac, and nearly everyone heard the Traveler's question.

"This..." Upon hearing this question, Makhnos's momentum immediately dropped, because it was obvious that he was not in the right! If the situation described by the traveler just now occurred, then Makhnos would attack Abaddon without saying a word! And by the same token, now the positions of the two sides were reversed.

"Sir, I do not wish to engage you in combat," Makhnos said nervously. His attendants also began preparing for battle, but when a soldier attempted to aim his bolter at the traveler, Makhnos dashed forward and knocked the weapon from his hand. Clearly, under extreme pressure, Makhnos refused to fire the first shot.

"But, obviously, you can't give me an explanation!" The Traveler sneered. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, a terrifying psychic wave spread throughout the hangar, instantly freezing those who were nearby. Then, the Traveler pushed aside those who were blocking his way and walked away with a sneer.

"Is he a god?" In an instant, a seemingly absurd thought popped into Makhnos' mind. The battle was over before it even began, and the enemy didn't even bother to kill him. He just walked all the way!

"My lord, I know you can hear me. I am Cyjanus, the Primarch's left hand and the second in command of the Legion. If there is anything, I can talk to you. And I am willing to bear the consequences." At this moment, a voice came from Makhnos's communicator, causing the traveler to pause slightly.

"Haha, Horus isn't arrogant, he's looking for a scapegoat. But I didn't expect that scapegoat would be Sejanus," the traveler thought, figuring out the reason in an instant.

"Okay, since you have this awareness, then come on." The traveler nodded and said.

A moment later, Sejanus arrived in front of the traveler with a few people. In addition to Sejanus, little Horus Eichmand also came.

"Is Horus truly ill?" the traveler asked.

"My Lord is injured. During a sparring match, he was hit by a Dreadnought," said Sejanus. Horus was truly desperate to protect his beloved offspring, and he had actually inflicted a wound on himself! At least Sejanus wasn't lying to the king!

"So, for a period of time, Horus will be unable to carry out orders?" asked the traveler.

"That's right. So, as the Primarch's most capable offspring, I will be responsible for the normal affairs of the Legion. But because I am not the Primarch after all, some things will be less efficient." Saijanus said.

"It is true." The traveler said with a playful expression.

"I don't understand what you mean." Sejanus said with some curiosity.

"The identification of Mortarion and his Legion will continue to be the responsibility of Lord Ferrus and the Iron Hands, with assistance from other Legions," the Traveler said. Did the Emperor issue such an order? Of course not, as the Traveler was in charge. The Emperor continued to search for Magnus. However, the Traveler's orders would be carried out first, with the Emperor's approval later.

"Huh..." Hearing this, Sejanus finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the thing Horus least wanted to see didn't happen. As for how Mortarion would respond to Ferrus, that was beyond Horus's control. Horus could only reluctantly let Mortarion go, but that was already the limit.

"What is your purpose for coming here?" asked Sejanus.

"If I remember correctly, most of Mortarion's 7th Company, and some of its elite troops, are under the leadership of Captain Garro of the 7th Company, and they should be with Torgaddon at this moment," said the traveler.

"Yes, so the Emperor's orders are?" asked Cyjanus.

"I will screen this force. I demand Torgaddon's full cooperation with my actions. Out of respect, I seek the Primarch's approval," the Traveler said. Ultimately, this time, the Traveler went easy on Horus. However, as a "profit" for this operation, the Traveler accepted Garro and nearly a company of Death Guards!

If the Luna Wolves and the Emperor's Children had a high number of loyalists, then the Death Guard had a relatively low number. After all, there were almost no loyalists among the Barbarus in the Legion; only Garro and some Terrans were loyal. In reality, among the over 10,000 Death Guard Legionaries that were with Garro, there were still many potential traitors, and these people definitely couldn't be released.

"Absolutely. Please wait. Authorization bearing the Primarch's seal will be delivered to you shortly." Sejanus didn't know how the Traveler would identify the Death Guard, but with such a serious incident, the process would certainly not be gentle. Sejanus didn't know, and didn't want to know. In fact, Sejanus himself wasn't happy with Horus's insistence on protecting Mortarion.

"That's it," the traveler nodded.

"Do you need additional assistance from the Legion?" Sejanus asked. Although Torgaddon was there, he didn't have many Luna Wolves under his command. Some of his men were currently refitting at Loken's, and the enemy was, after all, over ten thousand Death Guard. A real fight wouldn't be easy.

"Torgaddon has sufficient forces. I believe Garro and most of his men will obey the Emperor's orders, not those of their Primarch." The Traveler rejected Cyjanus's offer.

"Okay, if you have any needs, please let me know. I will fully cooperate. I will arrange a warship for you right away." After saying this, Sejanus ordered Makhnos, "Go and arrange a fast warship and an accompanying fleet for His Excellency the Ranger."

"No need. I can go by myself," the traveler said with a smile. As he spoke, a blue portal formed behind him.

"Are you kidding? Crossing the void in a physical body?" Sejanus's face changed drastically upon hearing this. He remembered a certain being he had seen hundreds of years ago. That terrifying being who had teleported an entire army through a portal.

"Makhnos, and some of the Luna Wolves, you're too arrogant. You know nothing about power." The Traveler then stepped into the portal. With the showdown imminent, there was no need for the Traveler to hide anything. Showing off his strength would help deter those who were wavering.

"Seyjanus, humanity's true test is about to come. The evil god in the Warp has already bewitched more than one Primarch, and there may be more in the future. Uphold the justice in your heart. Sejanus." When the traveler's figure disappeared, Sejanus heard this reminder in his ears.

"More Primarchs?" Sejanus' heart tightened. He thought of those Primarchs who once maintained good relations with their own Primarch, and now they were punished one by one.

"Could my father have been so loyal to the Emperor? But..." Thinking of Horus' refusal to take action against Mortarion, Sejanus's eyes darkened. He felt as if he was caught in a vortex that was about to form.

At this moment, within Garro's fleet, the standoff between the Barbarus and Terrans reached a critical point. Led by Death Guard Armormaster Durak Rask, the Barbarus demanded compliance with the Primarch's orders, leaving immediately and reuniting with him. Garro refused, awaiting the arrival of the Emperor's attendants.

In reality, Mortarion had already realized the seriousness of the problem. Although he deeply detested psionics and sorcery, and held a ruthless attitude towards alien civilizations, this didn't mean he wouldn't study them. On the one hand, he hated them. On the other hand, he believed he was resilient enough, so he studied them... Thus, while he believed he had no contact with psionics, he himself had already fallen deeply into the Warp.

After a "mathematical calculation", Nurgle told Mortarion about Typhons and told him that the Emperor would judge him and his Legion. Although, in essence, this was a deal with the evil god of the Warp, Mortarion did not think so!

At this point, Mortarion needed to make a decision. It was obvious that Mortarion was a born rebel, and his hostility towards the Emperor had always existed, from the very beginning. He even loathed the Emperor more than Angron himself. After all, Mortarion's reasoning was that the Emperor was just as much a sorcerer who played with psychic energy and the mind, no different from what he had opposed in the past. Based on this, Mortarion had no psychological burden to rebel. There was no so-called father-son relationship. And those who followed him, the Barbarus, were also in cahoots with the Primarch, which resulted in an extremely high percentage of traitors within the Legion! It could be said that, with the exception of veterans like Terra, Mortarion practically controlled the entire Legion.

So, after receiving another message from Horus, Mortarion no longer waited and immediately fled with his fleet, while also ordering the Garro Company, which had been assigned to Horus, to evacuate immediately and reunite with him. At the same time as Mortarion's order was delivered, the Traveler's order was also delivered to Garro and Torgaddon.

A conflict ensued between the two. Garro decided to follow the Emperor's orders, representing the Emperor after all. However, Durak Rask, a native of Barbarus, decided to follow Mortarion. This led to a serious conflict between the two. Rask wanted to leave, but Garro disagreed.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, but just as the Death Guard fleet was engaged in internal strife, Torgaddon's fleet had already launched a siege! Meanwhile, the Traveler appeared aboard Torgaddon's flagship! Less than five hours had passed since Torgaddon received Sejanus's order! A portal appeared directly on Torgaddon's bridge. At this moment, Torgaddon, like Sejanus, felt the pressure of following a legendary figure a century ago.

"My lord, Captain Garro's troops have shown signs of mutiny. The Barbarus, led by Master Armsman Lask, are trying to take away the fleet. Captain Garro objects and is willing to carry out the Emperor's orders." Torgathon said after verifying the other party's identity.

"Lask." The traveler smiled. This guy was a die-hard fan of Mortarion. In the Battle of Isstvan 3, he was the first to lead an attack on the loyalists and then died.

"Issue an ultimatum and give them ten minutes to decide whether to surrender. If they refuse, they will be completely destroyed! Your fleet will be responsible for attacking those small warships, and then I will open a portal to transport your boarding team to the enemy's large warships. That's it." The traveler said. If the small boat is gone, it's gone, but the large warship cannot be blown up directly. It can still be used after being captured!

"As you command. Your spirit reminds me of a certain existence that has become a myth, my lord." Torgaddon said as he secretly observed the traveler.

"What a coincidence! I happen to know that person." The Traveler smiled mysteriously. "Well, you'll know the answers to some of these questions." The Traveler leaned close to Torgaddon's ear and whispered, "In the future, you must be careful. Your greatest threat may come from your brothers and comrades. From your Primarch!"

"What did you say?" Torgadon felt that the traveler was saying something, but he could not remember it.

"You'll remember what I told you when the time comes," the traveler said. "For now, forget it."

Ten minutes flew by, and when Lask refused to surrender, his and his men's lives were counted in minutes. Torgaddon's fleet opened fire, and with the portal opening, the Traveler boarded Lask's flagship. A swift and efficient slaughter ensued! Meanwhile, the Luna Wolves and loyalist Death Guard boarded the other large warships. The entire process proceeded smoothly. Within an hour, all but the surrendering ones had been eliminated.

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"My lord, he really killed all the Lask and more than 300 Death Guards on the Twilight battleship by himself! As well as countless servants and combat slaves! This is not a legend, he really did it! If those mortal crew members had not surrendered, he could even kill almost everyone!" After the battle, a company captain responsible for cleaning up the battlefield said to Torgadon in fear.

"I know," Torgadon said in a somewhat complicated tone. "Just do your job. We're still very busy." Torgadon looked towards a cabin not far away. In this room, the Emperor's attendant was meeting with Garo.

"Please sit down and relax. I believe in you, Captain Garo. You are loyal, and your subordinates are also loyal. You will be treated fairly." The traveler said to Garo who was silent.

"My Lord, thank you for your trust. Even with your approval, I still require a thorough review. After all, this matter sounds too shocking." Garro said with a gloomy face. When Mortarion decided to flee, regardless of whether it was related to Chaos or not, he was already considered a rebel! After all, the order did not come from the bureaucrats of Terra, but from the Emperor and His messengers! Considering the legion that Typhons had taken away before, the entire Death Guard Legion had already caused a de facto rebellion! In terms of nature, it was much more excessive than the Legion of the Emperor's Children!

"The entire Fourteenth Legion is now reduced to such a small force," the traveler lamented. On this plane, a fully staffed Death Guard numbered approximately 9. Currently, Garro's Death Guard numbered only 1. Excluding Barbarus's new recruits and the troops scattered elsewhere, the number of rebellious Death Guard could reach 7. Of these 7, Typhon led nearly 3, and he lost roughly half of them in the battle with Ferrus. In other words, the remaining number of rebellious Death Guard was 5.5.

For this achievement, the Traveler has to give Nurgle a thumbs-up. Honestly, being able to snatch so many Space Marines from the Emperor and himself is truly remarkable! Just look at Tzeentch next door. The Thousand Sons Legion hasn't even been finalized yet, but after Chalmers's turmoil, the troops accompanying Magnus total less than 5.5. After all, the Thousand Sons Legion is also small, less than 9 men, with at least two companies constantly on the move. Chalmers, the Thousand Sons who were snatched away by the Emperor, those who died or were injured, and those who followed the Avatar, total three reorganized companies.

"Next, you will follow the Emperor's Attendant Hall. There will be other people to replace me, command you, and cooperate with them in the battle." The traveler said to Garo.

"As you command. My men and I are willing to carry out any mission to avenge the Legion's disgrace," Garro nodded. Garro was well aware of the actions of the Emperor's attendants. Troops directly under the Emperor's Office were known for their high mission difficulty and heavy casualties. However, for the Legion's soldiers, this was not a punishment, but rather a trust and honor.

Behind these challenging missions lies the highest level of supply in the entire Imperium. Their equipment surpasses even the Emperor's favored Dark Angels. They also enjoy the highest levels of authority, beyond the reach of even the High Lords of Terra. They are subordinate solely to the Emperor and the Chamber of the Acolytes.

The Traveler's arrangement with Garro was probably the best solution. After all, as a loyalist within the Rebellion, their identities were quite awkward. They might be viewed with suspicion and wariness elsewhere, but the Traveler was familiar with their background. And when the Heresy truly broke out, following the Emperor's retainers would be safer. After all, their true nature was the Emperor and the Traveler's Great Demon! Their chances of survival would be much higher when facing the evils of the Warp.

"Is that the end?" Torgarton was completely upset when he heard the Traveler's punishment. After all, the punishment for the Emperor's son had been far harsher than this. Of course, after Garro's troops were incorporated into the Imperial Chamberlain, if he wanted to rebel, it would probably be more straightforward to kill him. But from the Traveler's attitude, Torgarton could really sense that the Traveler was being too gentle with Garro!

"What else can we do? After all, they have already proven their loyalty in the battle just now." The traveler asked.

Meanwhile, the aftermath of Mortarion and this incident had not yet concluded. On the Spirit of Vengeance, Horus once again summoned his most trusted sons, with a question that troubled him greatly.

By now, Horus had completely lost hope in the position of Warmaster. After all, with Mortarion's defection, Horus had lost all hope of becoming Warmaster, leaving only Angron by his side. And with his closest Primarchs, Fulgrim and Mortarion, encountering problems one after another, he himself was directly criticized by the other Primarchs. After all, how could your friends have so many problems? Add to that the unpopular Angron, and it's no exaggeration to say that Horus was surrounded by a pile of garbage cans. Horus wondered how things had come to this point!

What the traveler didn't expect was that Horus invited the traveler to answer this question this time.

Chapter 359: Tell the truth, do you have any problem?

"Perhaps, in the eyes of my other brothers, I'm now a joke." Looking at the meeting place he had originally prepared for Mortarion and the others, Horus felt a deep sense of bitterness. So far, his closest brothers had all fallen into trouble. When he first learned of Fulgrim's situation, he had thought it was a rare case, the worst of his closest brothers. But now it seemed he had been too optimistic. Mortarion had even given him a surprise: the entire Legion had defected! If only some of the Imperial Children's Legion had problems, and Fulgrim had been bewitched, then it was absolutely true that Mortarion was deeply rebellious.

Now, the only one who followed him was Angron. It's worth noting that Angron had been punished by the Emperor for his reckless behavior. Although he was later allowed to return at his request, it was only to a small number of people. Although the majority of the Emperor's Children now followed Horus, it was clear that with his current strength, he was no match for Jonson. Ferrus's withdrawal would have been good news for him, but when he learned that Ferrus and Guilliman had turned to support Jonson as Warmaster, Horus felt a deep sense of despair.

At this point, the Emperor came to comfort his son, who had apparently returned the earliest. He stated that, regardless of the outcome, Horus could continue to lead the Emperor's Children in the battle against Angron's forces. He also stated that the title of Warmaster was not a position of superiority, one that placed him above his brothers. It was merely a position for better command and combat. Thus, the so-called battle for Warmaster was effectively over before it even began.

Horus felt a little better after hearing his father's comfort. But he still wondered why his brothers, who had been close to him, had fallen foul of him one after another, betraying the Empire. And why were those he wanted to befriend keeping their distance? The Randan War was certainly a factor, as he had avoided it. But Horus felt that some of his brothers disliked him for other reasons as well.

"Cejanus, can you tell me why Guilliman, Dorn, Perturabo and the Khan keep their distance from me? I think I have done well, especially when getting along with the Khan. My father and I welcomed his return together. We have been together for a long time, but now, we are just acquaintances. Dorn and Perturabo are cautious and suspicious of me and my legion." Horus asked.

People like Jonson and Ferrus were the epitome of bosses, the kind who couldn't have two tigers in one mountain. Horus saw it as normal that they weren't close to him. But the other "Erguotou" seemed to be unimpressed with him, too, even some who he had initially gotten to know well.

"Back then, the Khan and Primarch Mortarion didn't get along very well. Even with your mediation, their conflict wasn't resolved, but rather covered up. Of course, the Khan himself was a bit aloof and arrogant. He and Primarch Fulgrim didn't get along well either."

"It is impossible for us to satisfy both hostile groups at the same time, especially since both groups are your brothers. All Primarchs are born powerful. Their opinions are often difficult to change." said Sejanus.

"So, you're saying I made the wrong choice? That I should have been closer to the Khan?" Horus asked.

"All I can say is that the circumstances at the time forced you to make the best choice under the circumstances," Sejanus sighed. With both Mortarion and Fulgrim expressing disdain for the Khan, Horus couldn't afford to offend both brothers for the Khan's sake. This was determined by Horus's position.

"Perhaps, listening to the opinions of those who are more popular among my brothers may help us find the answer." Horus said with a wry smile.

"Compared to the Custodes, the Emperor's Handmen are indeed more popular with your brothers," Cyjanus said. In fact, while stories of the Emperor's Handmen's deeds were filled with cruelty, bloodshed, and secrecy, surprisingly, every Legion that had fought alongside them, from Primarchs down to the common soldiers, held them in high regard. Some Primarchs, like Guilliman, even considered them their second-in-command. And surprisingly, his descendants had no objections and were quite supportive. It must be said that the popularity of these Handmen contrasted starkly with the unpopularity of the Custodes within the Legion, even though they sometimes performed the same duties—serving as military overseers! Even so, the Custodes were actually quite capable.

"Then please ask that Excellency to come over here." Horus said.

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"As for why your other brothers aren't close to you, I do have a somewhat immature suggestion," the Traveler said after a moment's reflection after hearing Horus' words. The curtain was about to rise, and he couldn't remain with the Luna Wolves forever. He also needed to clarify some issues with Horus, who was still lucid. This was to prepare for what was to come. Primarchs were special. When they firmly opposed you, many things proved difficult even for a God.

"Perhaps, in the eyes of some of the other Primarchs, you are somewhat unprincipled," the Traveler said. This statement lowered the temperature in the meeting room, and even Horus, with his mastery of Qi, clenched his fists. Elsewhere, young Horus was about to draw his sword, but he was held firmly in place by Cyjanus.

"If Your Excellency cannot give a convincing reason, then I think this is a serious offense." Horus said in a gloomy tone.

"I think everyone should be aware of what Angron did a hundred years ago. He was following Your Excellency at the time, and many Primarchs accused Angron of his cruelty and the murder of his descendants. But did you stop it? Didn't you have the power to stop it at the time? What was the reason that prevented you from taking decisive measures against Angron?" asked the Traveler.

"Some of Angron's actions were indeed excessive, but we are a legion, and brutal killings are inevitable. Every legion has some stains, more or less. As for the Butcher's Nails, I reminded him, and some people in the legion did voluntarily bear the Butcher's Nails. It is not an exaggeration to say that some things are the internal affairs of the legion. Some actions are actually in line with the customs of the Empire." Horus explained.

"Routine?" The Traveler said with a smile. "Perhaps this is the difference between you and your brothers. For Primarchs like Roboute Guilliman, Leman Russ, Corax, and Dorn, this wasn't customary. They had already appealed to the Emperor before the final incident. Some even expressed their willingness to lead a team to handle the matter, such as Leman Russ. Isn't this in itself a dangerous signal?" the Traveler asked.

"I have explained this to my father and to Rus. I hope to give Angron a chance. I did try to persuade Angron to change himself," Horus explained.

"However, Angron saw your actions as a form of protection and support. To a certain extent, you fueled Angron's ambitions," the Traveler said. "And to be honest, you also played a significant role in Angron's subsequent leadership."

"Angron is my brother. Leading his own children is my brother's destiny! This is the right given to them by the Emperor. I am only guaranteeing this right." Horus said.

"But your brothers disagree. You haven't played a positive role in the matter of Angron. Your improper protection of him, while earning Angron's gratitude, has also caused great dissatisfaction among the other Primarchs. There are gains and losses. No one can satisfy everyone."

"In my opinion, your goodwill is useless. I, or many Primarchs, believe that when facing a man like Angron, force will make him admit his mistakes more quickly. If words can solve all problems, then what is the use of the Legion?" The Traveler responded sarcastically.

"Horus, few people can satisfy everyone. When you gain the support of some with kindness and excessive tolerance, you push others away. I've seen your thoughts a lot. Because of the issue of closeness and distance, you are willing to provide assistance to those brothers who are close to you. And through this repeated assistance, you gradually drive others away from you."

"You have a strong desire for control. You're magnanimous to those willing to obey you, even making most of the mortal officials you interact with feel comfortable. But you deliberately suppress those you dislike, as was the case with Corax back then. So, gradually, your actions and guidance have filtered the people around you."

"Just think about it, don't the other Primarchs know that tolerance is a good medicine for bringing people together? Guilliman, with his intelligence and emotional intelligence, can't he do the same? He definitely can, and he can do better. Compared to the vast administrative work of 500 worlds, that bit of political skill is no problem for him. But it is obvious that he has his own bottom line. He will not show kindness to those who need to be dealt with, because law and punishment are their best salvation."

Guilliman's popularity was very good. Although some Primarchs were still wary of him and his Legion, this did not prevent them from purchasing goods from the 500 worlds he controlled. This kind of trade and material support had actually greatly strengthened Guilliman's relationship with the other Legions. Especially after Guilliman expressed his support for Jonson, and Jonson nodded, the relationship between Guilliman and the four Primarchs of Jonson's lineage actually became very good.

If Horus could give other Primarchs mainly kindness and care, then Guilliman could give other Primarchs, in addition to care, also real financial support... and real support will always make people feel more kind than empty words.

Horus's political skills and charisma were indeed impressive, at least to the point of ensuring that most Primarchs did not oppose him. Coupled with the Emperor's support, Horus was able to ascend to Warmaster. In this dimension, thanks to the Traveler's efforts, many loyal Primarchs had already formed alliances. For example, the Ferrus and Jonson factions. Furthermore, Horus's fear of battle during the Battle of Randan contributed to his declining reputation. Furthermore, his protection of certain Primarchs also resented many others. For example, when he persuaded the Emperor to reinstate Angron, this action effectively offended Jonson's faction. I punished someone, and now you let him go. Is that appropriate?

Looking at the background, the reason even unpopular Primarchs like Angron and Mortarion were able to gather around Horus was because he protected them. You could say Horus was very humane, but it also depends on the target. A madman like Angron and a traitor like Mortarion... forget it.

"Horus, although many things in the galaxy are not black and white, and there are gray areas between right and wrong, good and evil, it is crucial for a Primarch to distinguish right from wrong and maintain a sense of balance. There are many things you know are wrong and have the ability to intervene, but you choose to ignore them because it can bring you more support from those in power. Political tactics can make you feel comfortable in most situations, but they can also drive some people away."

"Your father loves you, and as the first of his sons to return, the Emperor does have high hopes for you. He admires your agility and hopes that you can become the glue that binds the brothers together. But now it seems that because of some of your actions, many Primarchs subconsciously keep their distance from you. If you had been able to participate in the Randan War, if you had not been so indulgent towards Fulgrim, Mortarion, and Angron, and had given them strict admonitions as a teacher while being their friend, perhaps the situation would have been different. What I say today may not be pleasant to the ears, and if you do not agree, then forget it," said the traveler.

"Haha, I will think carefully about your words, sir. After all, no one except you will talk about these with me." Horus said with a sigh.

"Also, I would like to ask, do you sometimes say this to my other brothers or my father?" Horus asked.

"Of course. Any questions?" the traveler asked. "In fact, the Emperor is sometimes quite receptive to advice."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that you can get the other party to sit down and talk based on your strength and status." The traveler said in his heart.

"Thank you for your advice." Horus said with a complicated look.