Nimrod, Even with Thirty Hundred Thousand, You Are Merely a Stepping Stone for Me to Become the Master of Mankind

The newly established Wolf-God Council Chamber aboard the Vengeful Spirit, a magnificent hall designed by the architect Peter Egon Momas, featured exquisite craftsmanship.

Banners of the various chapters hung from both sides of the room, yet there were also new motifs that none of the Sons of Horus could recognize:

A throne built from a pile of skulls, backed by a brass tower rising from a sea of blood.

A black eight-pointed star depicting a pale sky.

Since its completion, the Wolf-God Council Chamber had entirely replaced the function of the former strategic room.

Horus sat high upon the Basalt Throne, and those he summoned at this moment were not members of the Council of Four Kings, but other staff members.

It was not yet time for his grand plan to be known by the remaining three sons after Sejanus died.

Maloghurst, the primarch's attendant, held a data slate. "Warmaster, news has been received from Beta-Garmon."

"The commander and envoy you dispatched, Boros Kuhn, has personally delivered your handwritten letter directly to Russ."

"What did he say?" Horus asked.

"Russ did not reply, but Kuhn observed the supply situation of the Space Wolves." The Twisted Maloghurst acutely found the important detail from the report.

"The magos and lords of Beta-Garmon, following your orders, permitted the wolves unhindered access to the armories."

"The wolves transferred enough phosphex weapons to their ships for a galaxy-wide purging operation, along with various extinction-grade weapons, including four virus bombs."

"This proves enough that Russ has already formulated an entirely new plan."

Horus nodded with satisfaction. "How many wolf cubs do they have?"

"To extricate himself from the Cepra war zone as quickly as possible, Russ led the 1st and 7th Great Companies to launch a decisive battle against the Askarik xenos. Out of twenty thousand