Not One Left

"What, we're being sent to Holy Terra?"

"Yeah, boss. The High Lord issued a secret order, commanding us to go to Holy Terra to garrison it. And he not only summoned us, but also the Iron Hands. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Where did that man go? They're the council's dogs."

"You're the dog, Gabriel, you bastard! If you can't speak properly, shut up!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Its enormous size, nearly 4 meters tall, was awe-inspiring; one might mistake it for a Primarch.

But Gabriel didn't care about that. He vanished instantly, teleporting directly behind Morok and delivering a powerful flying kick.

"Shut up, you're here, so what are you acting all high and mighty for? Do you think you're some kind of Raven Guard? Still hiding in the shadows, all that size and no brains? Even the Ogryn of our Chapter are smarter than you."

Morok remained silent in the face of Gabriel's taunts. It was precisely because he was brainless that he had come to Serenity to gather information, since everyone knew that the Blood Ravens were cunning thieves who never did anything that didn't make a profit.

He slapped away the hand that had somehow slipped into his pocket. To show his sincerity, this time Morok didn't wear Power Armor, but instead went alone in a simple robe.

"Stop taking it. I don't have a single penny on me. I only had a box of Canned One with me, and those two Dog-men at the door stole it."

Gabriel, we're old friends. Back when Blood Ravens got caught stealing from the Imperial Palace, I was the one who ransomed you. Give me a straight answer: what's the situation now?"

What situation?

Gabriel picked up a piece of parchment, which he had taken from Morok's pocket. There was an identical one on his desk, the only difference being the Chapter number: one was Blood Ravens, and the other was Minotaur, the Minotaur Chapter led by Morok.

"Look at this. The Council is just using us as pawns. Now that the Primarch has returned to the Empire, they're unwilling to have their power divided, and they're unwilling to have another Big Daddy above them, not just three."

"But those were only three Primarch! The Iron Hands has also been transferred to Holy Terra."

Upon hearing this, Gabriel was so angry he laughed, "Only three Primarchs? I don't know if you're really stupid or just pretending. Tell me, what is a Primarch?"

"A Primarch is a Primarch, three Guilliman."

"You make it sound so easy. Let me tell you, the Primarch is the son of the God-Emperor, or in other words, the legitimate heir of the Empire. If we dare to fire the first shot, our lives are over."

Seeing that his old friend still hadn't reacted, if he didn't know that Morok's skin wasn't dark, he would have suspected that this guy's genetic lineage was that of Salamanders.

"I don't know about the other Chapter, but I know the Iron Hands better than anyone. They will absolutely not get involved in this mess, and even if they go to Holy Terra, they will just wait and see."

But they are the founding mother group, and what are we? You're a dog of the council, and I'm just a garbage collector. We don't even know who our own Primarch is. Who can protect us?

"So, let's find an excuse?"

Gabriel slapped Morok across the face, implying, "Are you stupid? We can't afford to mess with the Primarch, and we can't afford to mess with the Council either."

"If even you know the situation is not right, then everyone else with a name or identity probably knows as well, and they're all watching and waiting."

So our two little Chapter have to go, but going doesn't mean we have to do any work. We can just stand there and loaf around for a few days. Otherwise, do you really want to be the parliament's dog for life?"

I don't want to be a dog!

"This is terrible. We're powerless and helpless right now because we don't have the Primarch."

To prevent Morok from acting rashly, Gabriel earnestly reminded him, "You Minotaur have a terrible reputation; you're nothing but Executioners for the Council. You know better than anyone how many people you've sent to the Blackshields. You don't want the Chapter to be destroyed by your own hand, do you?"

At this point, Gabriel also felt a little helpless. Their Blood Ravens were considered to be doing relatively well, with the Iron Hands protecting them and the Adeptus Mechanicus as their powerful backer. They were among the better-off Chapter.

After becoming the Chapter Master, he flirted with the Assassinorum, getting the council to turn a blind eye to his actions, and expanded the Chapter to a full 3,300 people.

But so what? None of the 12 seats in the High Lord Council belong to Astartes, so they have no say at all, and they don't even have the qualifications to enter Terra. A large number of Chapter have been squeezed out, either joining the fray or disappearing without a trace.

Fealty? Fealty my ass! If you were truly Fealty, you'd become like Minotaur, a dog at the feet of Parliament, hated by everyone.

Sometimes Gabriel thinks that if Blood Ravens could find their Primarch, things would definitely not be like this now. But even if the Primarch returns, they probably wouldn't dare to recognize him, since Blood Ravens' Primarch is Magnus.

Yes, that's right! The Blood Ravens have always believed that their Primarch is Ferrus, and not only them, but many Chapter share this view.

After all, Blood Ravens was originally separated from the Iron Hands.

But this is a complete stereotype. The Blood Ravens's Gene-Seed is completely different from the Iron Hands's seed. After all, whose Gene-Seed moves on its own?

Blood Ravens is also extremely obsessed with treasures and likes to collect historical materials, which matches the former Thousand Sons. Moreover, its Librarian accounts for such a large proportion of its resources, and even its battle cry is "Knowledge is power." Protect it well.

At first, Blood Ravens didn't believe it. Judging from our Chapter's markings, it should have been Blood Angels, or at the very least, Raven Guard. But after going to verify it, they found out it really wasn't.

In an attempt to uncover the identity of the Primarch, Blood Ravens began frantically stealing Gene-Seed from other Chapter at one point, only to find that none of them matched, and they were even raided by the other chapters several times.

Then the question arises: which legion didn't steal anything? The answer is the Thousand Sons!

"No, this secret must not be known to anyone. We Blood Ravens must possess a Primarch, and even if we don't have one, I will steal one."

Meanwhile, Ferros, the Iron Father the Iron Hands, also held a secret meeting with his Second Company Captain Angell.

Due to the unique nature of its command system, the Iron Hands does not have Chapter Master position like other Chapter. Instead, it has formed an organization called the Iron Council to take command, with one representative from each of the ten clans.

Whenever a large-scale military operation is carried out, an Iron Father, equivalent to Chapter Master, is elected to take command. Although this is somewhat abstract, this is the Iron Hands.

As for why Ferros, the Iron Father, needed to discuss things with the Second Company Captain, it was because Angell had lived long enough to be a veteran who had been active since the Second Founding of the Iron Hands.

Faced with such a sudden transfer, especially one jointly ordered by the Captain-General, Ferros would naturally consult with the elder Angell.

The two decided that they might as well go. They could get so many benefits just by showing off. Only a fool wouldn't go. They would just hang around there. Anyway, there were other people around. Slacking off wasn't illegal. Who could stop them?

"But what if those three Primarchs really didn't suppress Qie at all, as the rumors say?"

"We still have to go. After all, meal replacements can at least satisfy our hunger. If we manage to steal a Primarch, Iron Hands will then have a Primarch."

"Then who should we rob?"

"Of course, we grabbed whichever we could get our hands on back then, but that Mordred guy looked easy to bully, so we'll take him first."

As the saying goes, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Ferros immediately made the decision and, with his Iron Hands, headed towards the Holy Terra.

The High Lords Council was unaware that the reinforcements they had summoned had already begun forming cliques, with everyone harboring their own agendas and thoughts.

But none of that matters. What matters is the sheer power of the combined forces of the three Chapter. Just standing in front of the Imperial Palace gates is incredibly prestigious, instantly boosting one's confidence.

Ultimately, in the eyes of the council, Guilliman's announcement said it all: the Ultramarines fought a hard-fought battle, with only one in ten Blood Angels and Dark Angels surviving, and only after a fierce struggle did they achieve a hard-won victory.

And that so-called Atlas, with about 200 people, is completely insignificant.

With a simple calculation, we can roughly estimate the exact number of people in this fleet. If the forces are roughly equal, what are we afraid of?

In order to bring the Primarch myth to an end once again, the Council summoned a large number of nobles to a banquet in Holy Terra, where they intended to publicly drag the Primarch off his pedestal.

However, to ensure everything went smoothly, after the Iron Hands, Blood Ravens, and Minotaur Chapter settled in Holy Terra, the Council used its connections to bring in the Black Templars.

The other Chapter are alright, but the Black Templars have a weakness in the Council's hands: their numbers are several times greater than the other legions.

The so-called Eternal Expedition is just an excuse. We can turn a blind eye to it all the time, but now that we need you, you have to send people.

Although the Black Templars didn't want to get involved, Black Templars Grand Marshal Amalrich had no choice but to summon Second Company Captain Mord and send him to Holy Terra to make up the numbers.

As for why Amalrich sent Mord, it's because this guy is a smooth operator, the kind who gets on the train first and buys the ticket later. Not only did he single-handedly behead the Orks warboss, but he also attracted the Emperor's attention.

But a lie is still a lie. Mord deceived everyone by saying he saw Sigismund, when he didn't see him at all.

This was both a stain and an honor. The Grand Marshal, though seemingly criticizing him, actually praised him. After giving him a severe scolding, he told him to go and make up the numbers, but immediately bestowed upon him a Black Sword to assert his sovereignty.

This is my henchman. You bunch of councilors better watch out. If you get hurt, don't blame us for purging the court of corrupt officials again.

Thus, although four waves of reinforcements were summoned, three smaller groups were formed among them: one group was the Iron Hands, another was the Black Templars, and the Blood Ravens even formed an alliance with the Minotaur.

This is still straightforward. You have to understand that the Black Templars are nominally Scion Chapter of the Imperial Fists, which will inevitably attract the attention of the parent organization.

Iron Hands has close ties with the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Minotaur is a member of the Council, and Blood Ravens not only has a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, but also flirts with the Assassinorum.

As for Trajan, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, he watched Terra's increasingly bizarre atmosphere without saying a word, and led everyone into the Imperial Palace.

Deep within the underground palace, before the Golden Throne, Trajan knelt on one knee, gazing silently at the Emperor could only utter incoherent "abba aba."

"Your His Majesty, the task you entrusted to me has been completed!"

Betrayal, savage, death, Ambition, woof woof woof, nose itches, Second Son, Second Son, close the door quickly 9

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Trajan bewildered by these incoherent words, but it was much better than before, especially when His Majesty was holding that yellowish little Centurion, at least he could utter relatively clear words.

"My Lord, you mean the Primarch is about to arrive, but why close the gates? They are your offspring; they won't attack you."

"Waaaaah~"

It's Trajan to think that way, but Mordred didn't appreciate it. Looking at the Holy Terra so close by, especially the Imperial Navy gradually closing in, she grabbed Zhuang Sen's hand.

In an instant, the world changed color, accompanied by a cold, damp fog, and Grassland Illusion rose from the sky above Terra.

Subsequently, 80,000 Ultramarines, 10,000 Dark Angels, 1,742 Atlas warriors, and 3.14 million Auxilia appeared at Port of Lions Gate:

"Everyone, listen to my command! Leave no one alive!"