Extreme Legion Commander

Thane Plateau, Astartes City.

Night on the plateau was long and cold. The city, built against the mountainside, was blanketed in thick ice and snow, while biting winds howled outside the stone houses. Astartes City was divided into five levels, each dotted with numerous flickering flames.

That night, many Makragge remained awake until dawn.

In a spacious stone house on the fourth level of Astartes City, Marius sat in a stone chair, staring unblinkingly at Tyrien standing in the middle of the room. His expression was extremely complicated.

Ever since they began following Rayne, the Extreme Warriors had taken turns resting at regular intervals, returning to their tribe to reunite with their families, or starting families of their own and having children.

Tyrien had returned a few days ago.

Last night, more than a dozen Extreme Warriors from the tribe had held a celebration to commemorate Rayne's election as Imperial Consul.

The Makragge Barbarians now shared both glory and disgrace with Rayne. With Rayne becoming Consul, every tribesman was thrilled. Several Extreme Warriors stationed at the King Kong Fortress base had even rushed back to join the festivities.

However, late in the night, the Extreme Warriors suddenly received some kind of message. One after another, they left the banquet with delighted expressions, either running home and locking themselves in their rooms or finding an empty place to wait.

The tribesmen were confused at first, but soon realized what was happening.

Their Primarch was about to advance!

As symbiotes, the stronger the Primarch became, the more their own strength would rise as well. All the Extreme Warriors had already reached the Legendary Tier, while more than twenty captains and company commanders had reached the Legendary Intermediate Tier. Every one of them was now roughly as strong as their chieftain, Marius.

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