Do You Want One Too?

Fulgrim and Kasgar had spent thirty years together.

And Horus and the Emperor had also spent thirty years together on Terra!

In the play, Fulgrim said that Kasgar had once given her a Centaur gold ring and promised that she would forever be his Centaurus.

And during those intimate conversations between Horus and the Emperor, the other man had also told him that he would be his Centaur!

Heavens!

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

"Centaur. Gold ring."

"Hehe."

Horus's smile was somewhat unnatural.

He looked at the final subtitle—Love! The power of love allows us to save this world!—and fell into thought.

"Perhaps Fulgrim is reminding us not to forget the beautiful qualities that make us human because of war's cruelty."

This was a problem that could easily arise after he became commander of an Expeditionary Fleet.

Indifference.

As the war continued, he had grown increasingly numb, and human lives felt less and less real to him.

Everything was merely a cold casualty figure inevitably produced by war.

The Lunar Wolves of his own legion were alright.

But when it came to Space Marines from other legions—such as the Nineteenth Legion—and the Auxilia, he had gradually stopped taking them seriously without realizing it.

He had even used them as expendable vanguard forces to open the way for the Lunar Wolves.

Then he looked at the Auxilia under Kasgar's command.

They coordinated seamlessly and were well-trained; it was obvious they had undergone long-term training.

Moreover, to reduce casualties during offensives, Kasgar had even deployed large numbers of precious Automated Mecha to provide them cover.

What the Imperium of Man lacked least was people.

Yet Kasgar valued their lives more highly than those precious Automated Mecha.

And the mortals serving under Horus in the expedition...

Did they not, just like Horus, each have a Sagittarius in their hearts whom they had accompanied for thirty years?

Would those dead mortals also have clutched a Centaur gold ring tightly in their hands?

"I understand now."

Horus suddenly attained earth-shattering wisdom.

He said something shocking.

"We must bring love and Centaur gold rings back to the Lunar Wolves and the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet!"

He had delivered a truly shocking declaration.

They were still outside the Staff Room aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

If the Machine Spirit of the Vengeful Spirit could truly speak...

Vengeful Spirit: "I was right there."

"Whenever Horus went on about Centaur gold rings, I was always present."

Thus, the order was issued.

Most of the company commanders did not quite understand Lord Horus's intentions.

The Lunar Wolves were already a very harmonious lot.

Thinking they needed to further improve their bonds was undoubtedly worrying over nothing.

Or was Lord Horus so certain of becoming Warmaster that he was in an excellent mood and simply joking with them today?

"Lord Horus, I have another question."

The silent Fourth Company Captain Sanguinius suddenly stepped forward and spoke.

"What is it, Fourth Company Captain?"

Horus remembered that when nearly everyone had considered Kasgar someone with connections, this Fourth Company Captain had been able to recognize his talent and see that he was extraordinary.

Naturally, Horus listened attentively to his question.

"I would like to know, if we truly met them face-to-face, how long could their guerilla tactics delay us?"

"If both sides consisted of Space Marines, how long do you think they could withstand the Lunar Wolves' offensive?"

The moment he raised the question, Sanguinius silently cursed himself for misspeaking.

He felt that he had asked an extremely... heretical question.

After all, every Space Marine was a soldier of the Emperor.

The sight of Space Marines fighting Space Marines would be unimaginable.

"In actual combat?"

Horus rubbed his chin for a while, analyzing the answer in his mind.

"At the very least, they could hold out for three months."

"As for if they could acquire additional supplies and support... that would be even harder to say."

"Perhaps even a Primarch like me could fall at their hands."

Horus answered with a smile.

Of course, these were only hypotheticals.

They were all Space Marines of the Imperium of Man.

They were spreaders of the Imperial Truth, sweepers of all superstition and foolishness.

They would fight shoulder to shoulder with Space Marines from other legions.

Other than in drills and training, no Space Marine would ever point his gun at his own Battle Brother.

"Very well. Thank you for your answer, Lord Horus."

Sanguinius silently stepped back.

Thus ended the first session of the Great Learning of the Lunar Wolves.

The company commanders left amid laughter and conversation.

Horus's order was also very simple.

From this day forth, the tactic of using other legions or the Auxilia as expendable meat shields would never appear again.

Every member of the expeditionary force was their Battle Brother, and every person was a precious citizen of the Imperium.

From this day onward, Lunar Wolves tactics would treat their own casualties as an important combat metric.

None of the company commanders objected to this.

Except for one final point—henceforth, the Lunar Wolves were to strengthen their emotional exchanges and foster a harmonious Battle Brother atmosphere.

Thus, the culture of warrior societies spread through the Lunar Wolves legion even earlier.

"Brother."

"Brother!"

The group walked out of the Staff Room and through the towering corridor carved with the names of fallen soldiers. Their combat boots struck the white marble tiles with heavy thuds.

Even now, several mortal artisans were carving gilded letters into ebony roof beams.

Those were the names of those newly dead in the Dalit Xenos Purge.

The fallen would remain there forever.

And the others still had a road ahead of them.

"Brother, I like you so much!"

"I want to give you a Centaur gold ring too!"

Laughing mischievously, Torgaddon hugged Company Commander Abaddon from behind.

"Go, go, go. Tarik—I don't have that kind of preference."

Amid everyone's laughter, Abaddon helplessly shook free of that clown's embrace.

"Then you're my Cen↑taur↓us↑ too! I'm still giving you a Cen↑taur↓ gold ring↑!"

"Hahahaha—"

His singsong intonation, just like Fulgrim's, sparked another round of laughter among the already boisterous company commanders.

"What are you laughing at, Dradaton? Do you want one too?"

Solar System, Jupiter Shipyards.

"Uwaaah—"

Inside an exquisite room upon this Forge World, which was covered in enormous steel machinery and had promethium flowing through it like blood...

A woman over three meters tall stretched wearily.

She gathered up the half-man-tall parchment scrolls before her and looked at the results of her hard work.

Construction of her legion's flagship, the Pride of the Emperor, was nearly complete.

She had finished the final design plans as well. After just a few more weeks of supervision, the entire ship would be complete!

Whew!

Such intense work had left even a Primarch like her somewhat tired.

It was time to properly admire her own radiant figure!

With that thought, she searched through the cabinet beside her bed for the precious recording she had kept from the Chemois theater all those years ago.

She would use it to replenish the Centaur gold ring energy she lacked!

Huh?

Yet she did not seem to find that recording device.

Why was this Detailed Explanation of New Information Guerilla Tactics for Great Crusade Space Marines and Auxilia instead? Produced by Kasgar?

Fulgrim's little head tilted to one side in confusion.

Eh?

Had she picked up the wrong thing?

Thanks to Lao Dujia for the reward.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!