Playing Dirty

"The Evernight Legion has always been under Curze's command; I never interfere. Besides, why are you looking for Animus?"

Animus was the Evernight Commissar personally trained by Han Mingxuan.

He's adept at boosting morale and uniting people.

It was the reddest member of the entire Evernight Legion, so red it was almost purple.

Of course, this red color has a Russian element to it, and it's easy for them to start a fight at the slightest disagreement.

"I'll be taking over the Legion soon, but I know very little about the Legion, and I'm worried about whether they'll accept me."

War Hounds?

"Don't worry, Angron, they will definitely accept you. Besides, you can't rely on others to build good relations with the Legion."

"Uncle, the Evernight Legion hasn't had any Gene-seed implanted, so I'm thinking..."

"Haha, Angron, you're quite the clever one. Did the Great Angel tell you about this?"

"Yes, but I am..." Angron's face flushed slightly.

After all, it's not honorable to try and poach someone from your Uncle's side.

"Don't panic. I didn't say you can't do that, but I'll say it again: the Evernight Legion is not under my command, and my words don't count."

Han Mingxuan has always adhered to one principle: he will not touch the Eighth Legion.

He only steps in when there are major problems within the Legion that require coordination.

"I think they're all here for the Evernight Legion, right?"

"Yes."

"This Great Angel is really like a glutinous Tangyuan."

Hearing Han Mingxuan's description of Sanguinius, Angron felt it was strangely apt.

"Leave the kitchen to Renato and me. You go and discuss things with your brothers. Whatever you do, just don't start a fight."

Soon Angron left the kitchen and came before the Primarch.

Hey guys, how are you?

"Are you Angron?" Curze asked.

"It's me. Since everyone's here, my Uncle asked me to come along so I can get to know everyone. Hello, Eight Brother."

"Hello, hello, don't be so formal, we're all very easy to talk to," Curze said with a smile.

But his smile quickly faded.

"My Uncle just told me to come out and take a look. He also said that as long as we don't fight, anything is fine."

"Hey, Eight Brother, could you possibly make an exception for Animus? I just got back and I'm not familiar with a lot of things."

You, Angron with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are trying to pull this on me, aren't you?

"The members of the Council of the Long Night are all doing their jobs; I cannot agree to this."

Although Uncle Orikan said there was no need to be afraid of Gene-seed implantation.

But the Khan's move was far too underhanded.

It left him with some psychological trauma.

"Curze, why didn't you report that your personal guards weren't implanted with the Gene-seed? Are you deliberately hiding your secret?"

"Lion El'Jonson, the Eighth Legion has no secrets. The Emperor knows that my personal guard has not been implanted with Gene-seed."

"You concealed the truth from your brother; this is a shameful deception."

Wipe.

You're giving me too much face, aren't you?

"Jonson, the Emperor and the Chancellor know everything about the Eighth Legion; it's no secret."

"On the contrary, your First Legion, as the Emperor's glove, must have quite a few secrets, right?"

"The First Legion Has No Secrets!"

Lion El'Jonson was initially a little annoyed.

In his view, Curze was the most humble, polite, fair, and rational of his brothers.

So Curze kept something from him, which made Lion El'Jonson a little unhappy.

A little prodding, preferably enough to extract some confidential information, will suffice.

Moreover, as the Emperor's eldest son, how could he not know such a thing?

But to everyone's surprise, this time Curze went straight for the stars.

"My dear brother! I'm suffering!"

Huh?

Curze was getting a little angry when Russ suddenly rushed up to him and started crying, catching him off guard.

"Hey, hey, hey, just talk, what's with all the crying and hugging me?"

"Brother! You have no idea how terrible my Legion is. The Gene-seed has mutated, and there are only a handful of people who can be of any use. I'm suffering!"

"No, what does this have to do with me? Isn't managing the Legion your responsibility?"

"I don't care, I'm too busy!"

"So what do you want?"

I need people!

"Impossible!"

"Shen, Impetus, Animus, I don't need more, just these three."

"Impossible!"

"Oh dear, little brother! I'm suffering! I'm suffering so much!"

OMG.

Why is Russ still acting like a scoundrel?

"Russ, don't be like this, we can talk," Horus said.

Putting everything else aside, why would you want to take Impetus away?

You're leaving, what do I need?

"Calm down, Russ," Dorn said. "Also, Eight Brother, Defensio, and Agrid, I'd like to meet with them."

"Agrid is going to the Iron Hands. We agreed on this when we first met; the Legions need to communicate and cooperate."

"He acquired the Iron Warriors, and those two will shine brightly in the Iron Warriors' Legion."

"Sandamel, come here. I brought Chogoris's best wine. Let's have a drink, you two brothers."

"Since you say there are no secrets, then as a matter of routine, I need to investigate Aequus."

This time, Curze really felt the pressure.

"Enough!"

Wow!

Curze and the Night Haunter unleashed their Psychic Powers together, temporarily bringing the chaotic scene under control.

"Sandamel!"

"Exist!"

"Take my brothers there and see," Curze then said. "The men of the Evernight Legion are my brothers; I can't make that decision for them."

"Even if you want people, you need their consent."

"Good!"

Russ's tears vanished instantly, replaced by a gleam in his eyes.

If you, Curze, give in, I'll drag you there no matter what.

"Also, Sevatar, contact the Great Angel and tell him that if he doesn't come, I'll cut off his Fruit!"

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, on the training field, a group of people were engaged in a heated battle.

It's basically a one-on-one battle now.

Talos and Cyrion fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

Defensio and Agrid were on the offensive and the defensive, one trying to break the opponent's spear, and the other trying to break through the opponent's wall.

Shen then faced off against Animus.

His main focus was on engaging in close combat with his opponent to prevent them from using their free time to hurl insults and stir up trouble.

The battle Impetus and Aequus was even more intense and fierce.

One is second in combat strength, and the other is Assault Master has been holding back for too long.

The two were evenly matched.

Outside the training grounds, all the Primarch concealed their presence, their eyes filled with Greed as they observed the scene.

Good!

Right!

Just keep fighting like this!

This is what Legion lieutenant should be like!

Powerful!

Strength!

Awooo!!

Russ couldn't hold back any longer and let out a loud howl.

Upon hearing the sound, the eight people who had been fighting immediately regrouped.

Agrid aimed his weapon at the source of the sound, and Defensio immediately began constructing fortifications.

The others took their positions at the optimal attack location, looking in that direction.

Where did this wolf come from?

The wolves that can sneak into this place without a sound are no pushovers.