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Second Crusade—Initiate!

Holy Terra.

Ever since the Primarchs returned, Holy Terra, while still maintaining its golden, opulent facade, was no longer rotten to the core. At the very least, some Hive City residents had genuinely begun to receive preferential policy treatment.

Stepping off the landing craft and gazing at the increasingly prosperous metropolis, the lingering anxiety in Horus dissipated instantly. Now that he knew of that tragic ending, he would certainly never let such a catastrophe repeat itself.

"If it is fated, then let me shatter these damned shackles and let the entire galaxy burn!"

"..."

Kicking aside a bald Ogryn who was spouting nonsense, Hogg thought to himself that it was "burning" again. Burning, my foot. Did he only know those two lines of dialogue? What a waste of his time.

As some of the most distinguished individuals in the Imperium, every Primarch's arrival on Terra drew a crowd. After all, they were the sons of the God-Emperor; perhaps by catching a few extra glimpses, one might receive a blessing from a demigod and become a glorious frontline soldier?

Leaving the crowded landing zone and led by a squad of Adeptus Custodes, Hogg and his companion successfully reached the Imperial Palace. Before they could even enter, a figure blocked Hogg's path.

Watching Horus, who had come along, Rambo poked his dog head out and whispered into Hogg's ear:

"Your Majesty, I have some 'good stuff.' Do you want it?"

"Oh? Is it that kind of 'good stuff'? Let me see. If the quality is decent, I'll make sure you're well-rewarded."

Seeing an Adeptus Custodes starting a side hustle selling illicit films, Horus felt the moral fiber of the age was decaying. He couldn't understand how the Imperium had become such a mess. That World was simply occupying a high