This Is Hell

"If you also want to return to Terra, you can hitch a ride with the Seventh Legion. Dorn is currently heading to the Terra Administratum with his Scions."

"Dorn? What's he doing taking his Scions back with him?"

"According to Dorn, he's going to the Administratum to make himself and his Scions stronger."

"Looks like I can definitely hitch a ride."

"That's good. When you go back, please pass on our Legion's fitness program to your Scions."

Then Ferrus Manus contacted Dorn, and the two returned together to Terra's Administratum.

Upon returning to Terra, the two quickly arrived at the Administratum, where they encountered Horus. Immediately following, the two emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

Horus! My brother! Who killed you?!

Horus looked extremely miserable at this moment.

Horus now has a stubble beard, sunken eyes, dark circles, and somewhat hollow cheeks.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that one of Ogryn was malnourished.

"Am I dying? Dorn, Ferrus Manus, I can see you, my dear brothers."

"My father, my brothers, my Scions, my subjects of the Imperium, please forgive me, forgive my Great Astartes Supremacy, forgive my ignorance and arrogance."

Bang!

Without a word, Dorn took three steps in two, walked up to Horus, and smashed the table in front of him to pieces with a punch.

"Wake up, Lupercal!"

Dorn's sudden rebuke brought Horus back to some semblance of clarity, and then he wept.

"Seventh... Seventh Brother! Save me!"

"Did someone burn down the Throne Room?"

In Dorn's view, there were very few things that could make Horus cry; they were beyond imagination.

"No, my brother, it's even more terrifying than that! Do you see them? Do you see these documents from the Administratum? They multiply, they're alive, they can't possibly be processed!"

"Calm down, Horus!" Dorn roared. "Be strong, my brother! I've come here with my own Scions to help you."

Help?

The Seventh Legion has actually come to our aid!

"I... I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

"Of course not, Horus. According to Perturabo, his Legions are so powerful because they have been trained within the Imperium Civil Servant System. That's why I've brought my Scions."

Good!

Starting today!

The seventh and Eight Brothers were the elder brothers he respected the most!

The seventh brother is kind and righteous, because he came to the Administratum!

The Eight Brother is powerful because he has control over the Department of Justice!

"What do you need me and my Scions to do?"

Upon hearing Dorn's words, Horus was now absolutely certain that Dorn had come to help him, and he quickly arranged the work for the entire Seventh Legion.

The whole process took less than 10 minutes, mainly because talking was too time-consuming.

"Tenth Brother, what about you?"

"My Scions have been tempered in the Administratum; their views have been changed. Now I'm taking them with me."

"No!"

Absolutely not!

The Administratum finally got two Primarch brothers.

Let's not even mention that the Seventh Legion came to his aid.

The X Legion wanted to leave, and they wanted to take all the Space Marines from the X Legion with them.

Don't even think about it!

The current Administratum is not something you can easily imagine.

Want to leave?

Hmph!

No way!

Horus immediately began to play the victim.

"Brother, stay! Look at this Imperium, look at this vast Imperium of Man, look at this Administratum! We need you!"

"At this moment, don't you understand? Anyone who has visited the Administratum has seen a significant increase in the Legion's combat effectiveness. Your change in the Legion's mindset is just the first step; now they need to become stronger!"

"Think about it, brother, think about the Legiones Astartes that left the Administratum, their performance on the battlefield, the glory and victory they brought to the Imperium!"

"And Magnus entrusted their fitness program to you, sending you to the rear of the Imperium. Don't you think he had any ulterior motives?"

Looking at Horus's current state, it's practically a speech, a passionate and rousing one.

But then Ferrus Manus thought about it and realized it made sense.

And look at the fighting power of the Eighth Legion; it's simply unbelievably strong.

Besides the inherent strength of the Evernight Legion, the original Eighth Legion's combat power has more than doubled compared to before.

This is all thanks to the Administratum!

Moreover, his brother Magnus possessed Psychic Power and Psychic Power talent that were unparalleled in the world.

As is widely known, Psychic Power can be used for Prophecy, meaning that Magnus could completely Prophecy what he would do next!

Keep!

Stay.

We must stay. This is not only to help our brothers, but also to make our Legion stronger and our Scions stronger.

"I can stay, Horus, but my Scions have just embarked on a journey of transformation, so I have my own conditions."

"Okay, as long as you stay, you can name your terms!"

"I need to dedicate two hours each day to training my Scions; they need to strengthen their physical bodies."

"Make a deal!"

Not long after, Ferrus Manus met his Scions.

His Scions burst into tears the moment they saw him.

"Father! You've come to save us!"

"No, my Scions, my warriors, I have come here to fight alongside you!"

Upon hearing Ferrus Manus's words, some of the more agitated Astartes had their Suan Membrane activated on the spot, causing them to faint.

"Santar, what's going on?"

"Father... this... this is a den of cannibals, this is hell!"

"Take courage, Santar. I've come here to fight alongside you. I'm delighted by your changes, and at the same time, I've presented Horus with my terms."

"This time, I obtained the fitness plan for the Thousand Sons, so as agreed, you will have two hours each day to train your Flesh."

Upon hearing their Primarch say this, the first thing the Space Marines of the Iron Hands thought of wasn't exercising, but rather their two-hour rest period.

Two hours, a full two hours!

Long Primarch!

At this moment, the Space Marines of the Iron Hands felt they were the happiest people in the world.

Their Primarch was right beside them, and they still had two hours of rest in this damned Living Hell.

After settling his Scions, Ferrus Manus found Horus, and coincidentally, Dorn was also there.

"You've arrived, my brother. Next, we need to discuss the division of labor among the four departments."

"That's certainly possible, Horus, please."

After the three of them were seated, Dorn spoke first.

"It's not that I want to discourage you, but I need to make it clear that the Astartes who completed the handover within the Imperium Civil Servant System have already gone to the front lines."

When he heard Dorn say that, Ferrus Manus didn't see anything wrong with it, after all, Space Marines were born for the Great Crusade.

But Horus?

Haha, I'm out of ideas.