Though he cursed those useless teammates inwardly, Ashurhaddon maintained a calm, composed expression.
Horus had personally ordered him to command the armies of the entire Beta-Garmon Cluster. No matter what, he had to stabilize the current situation and wait for his gene-father's return before launching a counterattack.
The situation was clear now. Even in void warfare, they were no longer a match for the False Emperor's forces. All they could do was reinforce their defenses.
"We must mobilize the planetary nobles and the leaders of every cult that wish to join us. We have to create unrest behind the False Emperor's lines and disrupt their attention as much as possible."
Ashurhaddon gave the order, and the task was clearly meant for the Alpha Legion.
Ever since the news of Alpharius's suspected death had arrived, the already inscrutable Twentieth Legion had become even more elusive. Other than continuing to carry out Horus's orders, no one even knew where the Alphas had gone.
As for building stronger defensive lines, that was naturally the Iron Warriors' responsibility.
Thinking of the Iron Warriors sharing the burden, Ashurhaddon quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In Horus's camp, aside from the Sons of Horus, no Legion fought more diligently than the Iron Warriors.
Perturabo, Lord of Iron, had always craved the Emperor's recognition and praise. Yet he never revealed his true thoughts, instead displaying an indifferent attitude as though none of it mattered.
During the long Great Crusade, that Legion of deeply conflicted men had paid countless sacrifices and prices, yet received neither encouragement nor recognition from the Emperor. This filled Perturabo with growing resentment.
During the war against the Hrud xenos, Perturabo watched his Legion and fleet suffer grievous losses beneath the temporal storms created by vast gatherings of Hrud. At last, he began to