The Yellow Skins' Great Heresy
The war is over, but the reconstruction has only just begun.
In this sudden Beast Wars, countless worlds within the Empire were destroyed by the Green Tide, and the subsequent cleanup work was extremely troublesome.
The mining world is relatively easy to deal with; at worst, it can be burned down. As long as the flames purify everything, there will be plenty of time to mine the minerals.
However, Hive World, which are Agri World, are less than ideal. You never know where a patch of Orks might sprout up, and the only solution is to send more troops to patrol back and forth.
In order to consolidate the Empire's rule and to allow Horus to carry out its work smoothly, the Emperor returned to the Imperial Palace with a group of Primarchs and discussed the reconstruction agenda with the Empire's weightlifting champion, Malcador.
Inside the Imperial Palace, the Emperor sat at the head of the table, while the Primarchs who arrived one after another sat on either side of the table. Since it was just a family banquet, there were no outsiders present. Everyone enjoyed the dishes while boasting to each other and summarizing the gains and losses of this Beast Wars.
This was perhaps the first time so many Primarchs had gathered together; even the Senior Sister who had been fighting tooth and nail in the Misty Sector had returned.
He began by greeting his brothers.
As the third Primarch to Primarch return to the Empire, Ferrus may not be well-known, and his Iron Hands has also remained largely relegated to the background.
But no one would underestimate this ruthless individual who single-handedly confronted the entire Misty Sector. Even the Lion King, who was also in the Misty Sector, had to admit that he was inferior to Ferrus in super-army combat.
Aside from the all-around Dark Angels, each legion has its own strengths, and there is no distinction between strong and weak. However, it is certain that the earlier a legion returns to the Primarchy, the longer it will have to develop.
Due to its abstract art style, belief in the suffering and weakness of flesh and blood, and the close relationship between the Mechanical Ascension of the Iron Hands and the Adeptus Mechanicus, Atlas 1/4
All the heavily armored vehicles have been delivered to them!
Furthermore, even the Auxilia within their legion have undergone extensive mechanical modifications, resulting in an overwhelming surge of martial prowess within the Iron Hands. To date, they have remained undefeated, winning from start to finish.
After all, there are just too many tough challenges in the Misty Sector. If you don't have some skills, you won't survive. The former capital of the Ancient Aeldari Empire was over there, but now it's been bombed into the Eye of Terror.
In terms of reputation alone, Ferrus is definitely a strong contender for the title of Warmaster, and his personal strength is among the top tier. His only flaw is that he is a bit cold-blooded and is an ultimate science and engineering man who believes in the survival of the fittest.
However, this flaw is not a problem at all among the Primarch who are all problem children; in fact, it makes him seem almost too normal. He has a reliable label among all the Primarchs, neither liking nor disliking him.
But Mordred couldn't stand the sight of this guy, especially when he saw Ferrus and Fulgrim all lovey-dovey together. He felt like his carefully nurtured cabbage had been eaten by a pig.
"Damn it, Fogg must have been corrupted by this bastard. He wasn't like this before."
Upon hearing this, Russ, who was also a glutton, quickly patted his good friend on the shoulder. "Second Son, is it possible that it's not what you think? They're just good friends."
"Bullshit! Are you deaf or am I blind? Would decent people feed each other grapes? Ninth Brother, come here and feed Russ a grape..."
The Great Angel was showing off his fruit, glanced at Mordred, then at Russ, and felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself, "Russ, are you sick in the head? If you have eye problems, go back and get them treated. Even a fool can see that something's wrong with them."
Perhaps remembering something interesting, the cunning Sanguinius shifted his chair closer to the gluttonous duo, and said with a wicked grin:
"According to rumors, Ferrus and Fulgrim even crafted weapons for each other and gave them to one another."
"This doesn't prove anything; it's normal. On our grasslands, exchanging weapons is a symbol of friendship," Chagatai, who had come upon hearing the news, also expressed his opinion.
But what Sanguinius said next left him speechless, and he secretly sighed that none of his brothers were normal.
"But after they exchanged weapons, they went to look at the stars together. Do you think they're normal people now?"
Everyone turned around and, sure enough, saw Phoenix whispering to her Senior Sister, occasionally flashing a sweet smile.
"..."
Mordred smiled with relief. He figured that Fulgrim's alt account was probably ruined. Since things had come to this, he might as well eat first!
The food at the Imperial Palace lived up to its reputation; the taste was impeccable, and given Terra's high prices, it tasted even better.
With Russ, the Sanguinius, and Mortarion sneaking over nearby, the food cart would often be completely devoured by the four of them as soon as it was pushed in.
Seeing that things were not going well, the other Primarchs hurriedly joined the "Eat Rice Squad." Malcador kept babbling on and on, which gave them a headache. It was more practical to eat rice. Only Guilliman was able to keep up with their train of thought.
Looking at the group of gluttons at the table, the Emperor rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted.
"Damn it, I raised you guys to help me with the pressure, and now I've raised a bunch of pigs."
However, the Emperor thought again, "My great Imperium of Man is rich in resources, and I can afford to support a few useless people. As long as they don't cause any trouble, I'll let them be."
Since this wasn't a pure banquet, the main topic was discussing post-war reconstruction. After discovering that they couldn't satisfy these gluttons no matter how they tried, the head chef shrugged and said, "I'm not serving you anymore."
Despite their superior intelligence and unparalleled prowess in leading armies and engaging in one-on-one battles, the Primarchs are only truly capable in logistics, maintenance, farming, and supporting their families, managing to only manage two legions at best.
One is Ambition Guilliman, the ambitious leader of the Ultramarines who will rule the Ultramar 500 Worlds.
The other is Mordred Wayne, a refined and easy-going man with connections from the Inquisition and the Assassinorum to the Council of Terra, and from the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus, the Imperial Navy, and the Rogue Trader. He is known in the underworld as the "Timely Rain" and the number one figure in the Chain of Prestige.
Perhaps Guilliman's infamy was too deeply ingrained in people's minds, because in the end the job was still assigned to Mordred.
After all, when it comes to political acumen, the Primarchs know perfectly well that they can't outmaneuver those Smurfs. So what if Second Brother has some flaws? He's been cooperating with Atlas for so many years.
If the Ultramarines came over, maybe their hometown would change its name to Macragge, and the Legion would be full of mutated blueberries covered in all sorts of different fruit skins.
The Great Crusade was always the top priority. After discussing post-war reconstruction, the Primarch returned to where they came from, each leading their own legions in different directions.
However, just as Mordred was about to go to the capital to kill some insects to relieve his boredom, the half-dead Horus suddenly approached him.
Horus was in extremely poor condition at this time; his eyes were sunken, his hair was thinning, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was half-dead. He immediately clung to Mordred's leg.
"Brother, something bad has happened! I have a feeling that Father will be possessed by some kind of evil spirit in the future, and he will settle scores with us!"
No, it was my father who possessed me, hehe, I can't tell, I really can't tell!
"What?"