"I don't think it's a problem."
The contempt in Phyrus's gaze vanished, and her silver-metal-covered eye stared fixedly at the battlefield display.
As the Primarch of the Iron Hands, she had never stopped the many clans under her command from competing with one another.
She believed that only constant conflict and hardship could temper people into becoming stronger.
And allow outstanding talents to rise above the clan struggles.
But unfortunately.
Perhaps because their thinking was limited, these Iron Hands seemed to have had their brains replaced with steel as well. In close engagements, all they knew was how to saturate enemy positions with firepower.
Anyone capable of using "Stormcaller," a tactic meant to lure enemies into an encirclement, could be considered an Iron Hands tactical master.
Most Iron Hands did not even have the slightest tactical sense. They only knew how to charge recklessly.
Who knew whom they had learned that from.
Phyrus Malus found it utterly baffling.
And Kasgar?
Not only could he stand on his own in terms of tactical thinking, but the new mechanical weapons he developed also produced excellent results.
He was exactly the kind of talent the Iron Hands urgently needed.
And looking at his service record—he was a recruit!
He would surely accomplish great things in the future Great Crusade.
Furthermore, the Emperor would soon be selecting a Warmaster.
As the Primarch of the Iron Hands of the 10th Legion, her competitiveness was no less than Horus's or the Lord of the Second Legion's.
Although the Iron Ten Legion had the closest ties with the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the worlds they had conquered during the Great Crusade were no fewer than those conquered by the other two.
There were always people in Terra's War Council who stepped forward to say that Phyrus fought too