Collective Attendance Plan

"Sir, this is the whole story."

Dorn listened to Sigismund's report, and for a moment he was unsure.

If what Sigismund said is true, then the five thousand men under Curze's command constitute an Adeptus Custodes guard.

Moreover, each person's combat strength is at least that of a squad leader in the Adeptus Custodes Guard.

But this shouldn't be the case; the entire Justiciar Legion shouldn't be this strong.

Based on the existing situation, the Justiciar Legion is more inclined towards Civil Servants, but now it seems that these people are both literate and military.

Moreover... his combat power is off the charts.

Indeed, on Nostramo he had only seen these people handle documents and government affairs; he had never seen them do anything.

As for the first reconnaissance mission to investigate the assembled Lost Fleet, it was just routine reconnaissance and nothing was revealed.

"Who do you think would win between you and Sevatar, given your abilities?"

"We haven't competed yet, so it's still too early to tell, Father."

Sevatar had said he hadn't missed a step, so Sigismund still wanted to have a match with Sevatar.

After all, Sevatar was a member of the Eighth Primarch's personal guard, so it's understandable that he possessed some Psychic Power.

However, he was wrong on this point.

The Psychic Powers of every member of the Council of the Long Night in the Justiciar Legion do not originate from the Primarch's genetics, but from that blue sphere in the Warp.

Their will was imprinted within that blue sphere, from which their Psychic Power originated.

Their Psychic Power is purer and more powerful.

Dorn, listening to Sigismund's words, was considering the possibility of a friendly match.

"Father, according to my information, the Eighth Legion will begin its first Law Debate in a week. Perhaps that will be an opportunity."

Dorn nodded upon hearing this, Sigismund knew that the Primarch meant for him to go down and prepare properly.

Space Wolves Camp.

"Sir, we've been discovered."

"And what about the information I want?"

"The Eternal Night Justiciar Legion is very powerful. So far, only the First Assassin and the Chief Juror have made a move. According to estimates, their combat strength is at least at the Adeptus Custodes level, and possibly even at the level of Adeptus Custodes squad leader."

"What about the others?"

"Sir, you know that alcohol is prohibited in the military camp."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. No one knows Curze's drinking capacity and behavior better than me. He might ban alcohol in the barracks, but to say he doesn't have a single jar of liquor is impossible."

It seems I'll have to find an opportunity to go there myself.

The Immortal's Drunkenness is never enough, even after just one round.

If he hadn't deliberately shown a weakness at the party, the Immortal's Drunkenness would have been shared with others.

"My lord, the Eighth Legion will hold a Law Debate in a week; perhaps that will be an opportunity."

Law Debate?

The Eight Brother just got back, so it's perfectly fine for the sixth brother to go and attend the ceremony.

"Alright, then we'll bring our most elite wolf pack to the ceremony a week from now."

"Clear!"

The Blood Angels' stronghold.

"Father, I have failed your expectations."

Sanguinius did not blame his Scions; he was merely somewhat remorseful.

I was having so much fun at the party that I accidentally ate half of the Fruit that Nostramo brought back.

According to his calculations, that's a three-month supply, and he has to be careful with how he eats it.

Now look what happened, less than an hour later, half of the stock was gone.

Well.

It's all because the Fruit in Nostramo is too delicious.

Besides Nostramo, which is currently inhabited, there are plenty of wild Fruits on other uninhabited Planets in the Peaceful Star System.

Although they are not as large as artificially cultivated ones, their taste is also slightly inferior.

But these wild fruits are far superior to the grapes of Baal, and they have a unique flavor.

He originally intended to send his Scions to check on the Eighth Legion's logistics and, incidentally, to see if there was any Fruit.

It seems the plan has fallen through.

"Father, according to the information we've gathered, the Eighth Legion will hold a Law Debate in a week. Perhaps we can go and have a discussion then."

"Furthermore, we can exchange experiences with the Eighth Legion regarding military logistics."

Exchange experiences?

OK.

Experience is meant to be shared.

"Alright! Tell Dante to prepare well; we'll go for an exchange and learning session in a week."

With this idea in mind, Sanguinius was in a great mood and before he knew it, he had eaten almost all of the remaining half of the Fruit.

This week of waiting is going to be a bit tough.

At the Dark Angels' stronghold, the Lion looked at his Scions with great disappointment.

In just one exchange, he was taken down by one of the opposing team members, and it was a very precise stun.

A warrior who had not undergone Astartes modification knocked out an Astartes.

This sounds like nonsense; after all, nineteen surgeries weren't performed for nothing.

It now seems that my eighth brother also has some secrets that no one else knows.

Fine, let's go take a look.

"Calth Wayne, Alajos, you'll be coming with me to the ceremony in a week."

"Yes, sir."

White Scars are the site.

"My lord, I have not failed you."

"The wine has been found?"

The White Scars are like eagles on the grasslands; they love racing, poetry, philosophy, and drinking.

Guided by the Legion Prophet, the White Scars's Scions found some clues.

Following this clue, he arrived at Han Mingxuan's current residence.

However, he did not go in.

Instead, they went to the military camp.

Although they were discovered, they had already achieved their desired outcome.

"The Eighth Primarch didn't bring the wine with him, but this wine... perhaps we can do something about it from the Father of Night' side."

Father of Night, an Uncle I only met once.

"The Eighth Legion will hold a Law Debate in a week. If the Father of Night is present, our chances of success will be much greater."

The Khan muttered to himself, "The plan is finalized."

Achoo!

"Alert!"

Han Mingxuan only sneezed, Endymion was already preparing to make his move.

"Don't be too nervous, Endymion. I might be experiencing some discomfort from the change in environment."

Maybe someone is talking about him.

"It is my duty to protect your safety, as commanded by my lord."

Don't worry, I'm fine.

Han Mingxuan looked at the roster in front of him, pondering who he should bring with him on this trip to Nuceria.

He wasn't accompanied by the Adeptus Custodes or any official Imperium troops, but rather by his Nephews.

He now has several options: Perturabo, Mortarion, Leman Russ Russ, and Magnus.

The Space Wolves were chosen solely because of the Legion position among all Primarch Legions.

It's interesting that they are the Enforcers within the Primarch. Han Mingxuan felt that if they wanted to control Angron, Russ might have some unexpected effects.

As for Magnus, it's simply because the child hasn't come to terms with it yet.

He witnessed the truth of the Warp, but his past experiences were torn between his present reality and his current situation.

As for Perturabo, he does have a solution.

Like Phoenix, we can provide some positive guidance and help him sort out his stubborn nature.

What really gave him a headache was Mortarion.

The founder of Warhammer's first major doctrine, and the first Primarch to expose the Webway Project.

"Mortarion... Mortarion."