After listening to the story of Rys and Lorn coming here, Lin Fan and Khan looked at each other, "Are you thinking the same as me?"
Then they all said in unison, "It's Alpharius!"
"But it could be Omegon? After all, that name is Aurora? But it's also possible that he deliberately led others to think in this direction?" Khan frowned, trying hard to think about the character and qualities of his mysterious brother, so that he could analyze what this strange guy was going to do.
No one knows the difference between Alpharius and Omegon. Not even Primarchs can tell them apart, and even the Emperor may not be able to tell them apart.
And most of the time, except for a very small number of people, it is extremely rare for the entire universe to know that there are two Primarchs people in the Alpha Legion.
The simplest description of the Alpha Legion and their Primarchs is that if you don't know who is Alpharius or Omegon, then you are probably Alpharius or Omegon, or both! Or neither!
These guys were mysterious when they were Great Crusade. No one knew how many people they had, and no one knew what kind of organizational structure they had.
There may be people in each legion of these disguised young men. During the rebellion, no one could tell whether they belonged to Loyalty and whether they were rebels.
They blocked White Scars's fleet, leaving White Scars helpless and returning to Terra to continue the defense. Mokelian, the poison gas tank next door, was dumbfounded. This kind of curve Loyalty almost made Lao Mo count Alpharius as the second and fifth son of the rebel army.
There were more subsequent incidents, including the encirclement and suppression of Space Wolves; the rescue of Corvus Corax, and then the destruction of Raven Guard's legion formation plan.
The result of such jumping back and forth was that the rebels failed to complete their goal of annihilation. Loyalty's plan to counterattack with an explosive force also failed.
They are just like the Asasi male protagonist in your love game, coaxing everyone to like him, but they are unwilling to go further, whet everyone's appetite, and then turn around and change to the next game.
Maybe Alpha Legion himself doesn't know what he is doing, maybe Tzeentch does?
Khan thought for a long time, and his brain began to hurt. He sighed, "I don't know what they want to do. Do you have an idea?"
"Haha, if I can figure out what they are going to do, I will be the president of the university."
"What principal?"
"You'll know after you take a spin in the depths of Warp."
Lin Fan replied to Khan casually, then turned to look at Rys, "Then Complete Hymnal in your hand, what's in it?"
Rys tilted her head, looking a little confused. She opened the book, pointed it at Lin Fan, and flipped through the pages.
"There is nothing inside... Aurora said that it will appear when you are in the most critical moment... I thought the previous situation was critical, but when I saw you guys arriving, I realized that this was just the beginning..."
So Alpharius expected that Lin Fan and Khan would come here? How did he do it? Lin Fan thought about it, including those Secret Cult who had been talking about it before, but still had no clue. So he shook his head and turned his attention to the wall of flesh and blood surrounding them.
"These people... can they still move when they are like this?"
"Okay."
"Then can you get them to get up and move?"
"If this is your wish... everyone, get up."
As Rys shouted, Khan and Lin Fan felt the ground beneath their feet begin to squirm, and the surrounding walls began to twist like balloons filled with water.
Thousands of hands gently held Rys to the center of this flesh-and-blood polymer, hugging it like a mother caring for her child.
Lin Fan looked at this Lorn crowd turned into Flesh Aggregates, and felt that this thing really looked like a giant earthworm, like the armor-less version of Rokasna Magnetic Devourer.
"So what do we do next?"
"Do you want revenge?"
"... I wish for it." Rys smiled softly, and the face on the flesh and blood polymer also showed obvious desire.
Old Ironhead and Orks stood at the place where they were supposed to meet for a long time. If they hadn't known that Yilafren was among them, Old Ironhead wouldn't have bothered to wait for so long.
"Let me tell you, can Waaagh! get up together with those shrimps? The stone ball we made went up and turned around, and now there is no movement at all."
Another Big Mek came over, scratched his butt with his hand, and then put it on Old Ironhead's nose.
"Hey! You are such a weakling!" Old Ironhead slapped Big Mek's hand away in disgust, and then gave him a firm kick on the butt with her own boots.
Big Mek was not angry after being kicked. He just took a few steps back to regain his balance, and then complained, "I know you have been hanging out with that Dark Eldar for a long time and have acquired a lot of bad habits! How could you be so clean before? You can't wait to stick your hammer with Squigs's shit and smash other people's heads!"
"Okay! Okay, Old Ironleg, don't keep grinding. It'll be over soon. I can trust that little bean sprout."
"Okay, okay." Old Ironleg left and shouted to the boys who were following them, "Just wait! You bastards! If you can't wait any longer, just go home!"
"Ouch!"
"If you keep complaining, stop Waaagh! Go back and drink green water for the rest of your life! Aren't you tired of drinking that stuff?"
"I'm tired of drinking, and now my tongue is green..."
"Me too..."
Seeing that everyone Orks became quiet again, Old Ironleg also sat down cross-legged, took out a bottle of Orks juice from the backpack behind him, and poured it into the bottle.
This stuff tastes good at first, but after drinking it for a long time, it smells like rotten mushrooms. Even Orks can't bear to drink this kind of thing all year round, but they don't know how to juice the shrimps, and they don't have enough flavor when grilled.
Think about it, they were following the boss on a rampage, and then they were caught by an ugly-looking nutmeg. The boss was immediately crushed, leaving only two Big Meks, Old Ironleg and Old Ironhead, and the Mekboyzs in their hands.
Those Dark Eldar are also cowards. They never attack the front, but stab them in the dark, and they also play with dirty things like poison.
The cars and planes we built are also very girly, and they don't even make a fart sound when they run!
Everyone here is eager for a Waaagh! A hearty Waaagh that can smash Dark Eldar's head!
Instead of rushing up and having everyone die inexplicably, without even seeing a single person, that would be too boring.
This picture is a good introduction to the dream and current situation of Angron