Roman Wolf Walks With Me
Time slipped by unnoticed, and the empire flourished.
In front of the Imperial Palace gates, a woman dressed in a black military uniform with the Imperial Double Eagles emblazoned on her right arm was passionately giving a lecture on imperial grace to the citizens of the Empire who were on their way to worship in Holy Terra.
From the first time we looked up at the stars, the seed of curiosity was planted in the heart of every human being. No matter how many years have passed, Terra will always be humanity's only home.
The empire's territory is vast, and countless humans are brought under its rule every moment. Holy Terra has become a sacred place in the hearts of these people, who are willing to spend their entire fortunes just to obtain a ticket to visit it.
Vladimir Puni was one such pilgrim from the icy world of Valhalla.
"During these five years, the Imperial Warmaster, who had long resided in Terra, devoted himself wholeheartedly, using his extraordinary wisdom to lead the Imperial soldiers through all obstacles and accelerate the progress of the Great Crusade."
Rumor has it that after His Highness Horus became the Warmaster, everyone believed that he would clash with that lord, and that internal strife might break out!
But the truth is quite the opposite. The two Warmaster were not at odds; on the contrary, they began to work together, and the chocolate peanut sandwiches in your hands are a symbol of this friendship.
"Oh? The 'lord' you're referring to, could it be the one known as the Bloody Butcher, the Lord of the Dark Moon, who invented the 11-draw kill technique and exposed half the officials of the Sol Sector in just five years---"
"Guilliman! You'd better be referring to His Highness Guilliman."
The tour guide's voice drowned out the reckless tourist; she feared that if this scoundrel continued, she might be shot eight times and die that night.
Perhaps realizing he had spoken recklessly, or perhaps recalling some terrifying legend, Puni acted decisively and quickly pulled out the Atlas Q-version figurine he had previously bought at Star Harbor to show his Fealty.
May the Warmaster Eternally Healthy!
Although Mordred is no longer Warmaster, his legend still resonates throughout Holy Terra. Even Koz's actions have been attributed to him, causing Terra officials to tremble at the sight of the Atlas symbol. Clearly, he has been thoroughly trained.
After this little incident, the tour guide dared not say anything more and obediently led the group on the tour. The Callidus Assassin, who had come from the crowd after hearing the news, also hid again.
Horus and Mordred lived 30,000 years ago, so who were the Warmaster who appeared during those five years?
The answer is Horus, or more precisely, Little Horus — Asimand!
Because he looked almost exactly like his Primarch, after the Emperor summoned the Council of Four Kings of the Moon Wolves and the Four Heavenly Kings of Atlas, telling them that their father was on a secret mission.
Asimand, this unfortunate fellow, was packaged as Stand-in for Horus, and had to wear height-increasing insoles every day to cosplay Horus.
All decisions for both legions rested entirely on the shoulders of these nine individuals.
Atlas is alright, after all, Mordred is incredibly lazy and usually leaves the work to Goff, and the Burning Legion also has the Fealty Val the Immortal.
But Moon Wolves is in a worse situation. Horus's workload is no less than Guilliman's, and with his promotion to Warmaster, he has to communicate with Horus about everything, big and small.
The four-person council, who had never experienced such a heavy workload, were immediately tied up. Even Abaddon was forced to work behind his desk, having to review at least a ton of documents every day. And this was after the Holy Terra had fully deployed the Divine Seal Network.
Space Marine are forbidden from interfering in politics; this is an ancestral rule established by the Emperor. But what does the Yellow Skins know about politics? If it weren't for Malcador, the weightlifting champion who shoulders the weight of Four Great Sectors, the Empire would have collapsed long ago.
After realizing he could finally have a vacation, Malcador, adhering to the principle of using them to the extreme, began secretly giving the nine little ones extra work, treating them like Servitor.
While the Emperor was away on Great Crusade, Malcador secretly acquired nearly 200 tons of chocolate Peanut Butter and frantically replenished Horus's resources.
Keep in mind that Malcador is an alpha+ level Psyker. Apart from his physical limitations, he could easily choke the Primarch and perform a whirlwind attack, wielding a cane with impressive skill and even smash Mordred's head in.
The Abomination's defenses can trap Greater Daemon, but they absolutely cannot trap a cunning and unparalleled powerhouse like Malcador.
This guy even went so far as to abandon all shame in order to slack off, sneaking into the Abomination and stealing Horus and Mordred to his Department of Administration as hostages.
The only one suffering is Horus, who was force-fed 200 tons of Peanut Butter. He'll probably have a peanut-flavored fart from now on.
"This won't do. The eight of us can't possibly beat that old man. Haven't you noticed we're even sleeping less these days?"
For five whole years, I haven't even slain a single Xenos. I can't take it anymore. I feel like countless ants are crawling all over me. If this continues...
I'm about to become Ambition Ultramarines.
Where did Tom go? He deserted!
The yellow-skinned rats, which had become an infestation, were flung away. Brother Abaddon, with his pointed head, slumped in his chair, mechanically picking up his food bowl and shoveling food into his mouth. His eyes were lifeless, and even his once-spiky braid had slumped down.
"Shut up, where have you gotten to? At least half the work was done by Sanguinius and me."
Furthermore, I will not allow you to insult my former employer. I am the honorary Second Company Captain personally appointed by His Highness Guilliman.
As for Tom, God knows where that bastard went!"
Goff's voice was also full of exhaustion. They were already tired enough from coordinating the legion's supplies, and now they had to be forced to work as tools in Terra.
If their father hadn't been in Terra, and if Malcador hadn't said that moving around carelessly would cause the ritual to break down, they would have already found a way to slip away.
"Malcador the dog!"
Seeing their cousins all cursing Malcador, the group exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh. A spark of friendship was ignited between the two legions.
"Let's go, while we still have time, I'll take you to relax. Everything will be on me, Uncle Tom."
"Isn't that inappropriate? I heard that you Atlas have Aeldari clubhouse, which goes against the Imperial Truth! Wait, when did you get back?"
"Then don't worry about it, just tell me if you're coming or not?"
"Shh, I was just kidding! I have to give these evil Pointy-eared sprouts a good scolding now!" The composed and mature Sanguinius immediately changed his tune, instantly drawing scorn from the crowd.
Meanwhile, the 13-year round-the-world trip is finally coming to an end.
On the beach where the dream began, three figures huddled together, watching the silver-white dog that had been gradually fading and becoming dull-witted for the past six months.
Although Makara felt reluctant to part, the experiences of the past 13 years had helped her grow considerably. The necklace on her black dress sparkled, conveying her parting wishes:
"When you get back, you must behave well and absolutely not fight. Remus, you need to be considerate of Romus; he's your younger brother."
And don't forget me!
"Okay, okay, if he messes with me, I promise I won't beat him to death."
"Go back, Mother. I'll Good Second Brother. Woof woof."
As the last ray of sunlight disappeared, the two dogs standing on the beach turned into starlight, and in a daze, Makara seemed to see an illusion.
In that illusion, a monster with four arms and ferocious bone spikes Roared to the sky, and five-colored light— Red, Blue, Green, Purple, and black—surged out from its body, as if it were enduring some extreme pain.
In the monster's hands was a giant with his chest pierced, and on the ground was even a lump of chicken paste with its feathers still plucked!
"Chicken sauce?"
For some reason, seeing this scene overwhelmed Makara with an indescribable sadness, but before the tears could fall, a burst of destructive black flames erupted, extinguishing the illusion that should never have appeared.
Until a pale flash of lightning appeared.
"My beauty, I've been looking for you for so long! And you even knew to wear a little black dress, so chic!"
"Ah? Eldar, when did you arrive? Romus, Remus, come quickly and save me!"
Gu Yi