Leon-Johnson.

Five years of Terra, the name has often come to Chagatai's ears, sometimes inadvertently by his Terra heirs, sometimes whispered by mortal officials echoing through the corridors, and more often by the slow, earnest, solemn voice of his brother Horus.

In the words of mortals and Astarte, the Genogen of the First Legion was not a capable figure, and people whispered about his irritability, saying that he was far inferior to a great commander like Horus: whether it was his savage origins, his withdrawn and arrogant image, or the fact that he had never shown any outstanding achievements in the years he had returned to the Empire, all of which were grounds for their whispering of criticism.

The outbreak of the Randan War only fueled the rhetoric: the First Legion was so powerful that everyone recognized that they had been the most powerful of all the Astarte Legions, even the arrogant warriors of the Shadowmoon Wolves.

But look at the present: the once great First Legion, led by their original body, left tens of thousands of corpses in the farthest and most savage galactic frontier, and a hundred times as many mortal warriors also shed blood on the battlefield, but despite this, the so-called alien empire called Ran Dan has still not been crushed, and a large number of territories and worlds in the northern part of the galaxy have not been taken back into the hands of the empire.

The once most powerful and largest legion has lost its prestige in just a few years, and Johnson and his heirs can't even produce a detailed report compared to the triumphant songs of Horus and Killiman across the galaxy, and the eleventh legion's successes against the Randan Empire.

People only saw: this Caliban led his legion to ask for more auxiliaries and supplies again and again, and again disappeared into the most remote darkness, and every time they returned, they would be scarred and lost, and millions of auxiliaries disappeared again, completely without the appearance of other legions winning a hearty victory, such a tragic situation naturally became the best proof of the lack of ability of the Caliban lion

As for Ran Dan, who everyone on the front line was silent? It's just an alien regime, and over the years, the legions of Horus, Killiman, and Dorne have wiped out countless such blasphemous civilizations, reaping a lot of victory and glory in the west and south of the galaxy, how could they ever be as embarrassed as the First Legion?

So many words rang in Chagatai's ears that even Horus, whom he admired the most, had whispered about his brother in private conversations: the Shadowmoon Wolf's genetic protoplasm compared Ferrus and Killiman's commanding talents to his own, and as for Johnson, the Wolf Shepherd admits that he would be a good front-line commander, but that's about it.

"He doesn't have a vision of the stars and galaxies, and his energy and anger are often bogged down by the small things in the world, and then he spends his precious time and energy on a problem that is completely worth the cost."

When it comes to his brother, Horus has this to say.

Chagatai believed this conclusion, after all, in his father's hypocritical empire, the only one he could trust the most, and the only one he wanted to trust, was Horus.

But at the first sight of Johnson, Chagatai Khan crushed all his memories and preconceived impressions into powder fluttering in the wind, and let his eyes see and believe in everything he knew to form a true cognition, even the words of Horus, whom he respected, would not become the basis of false belief.

And at the first sight of Johnson, the Great Khan from Chogoris knew what kind of character he was.

Those mortals, their ideas are really wrong.

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Horus was in a strange state.

The Shadow Moon Wolf's genetic protogenone is the most sincere person in front of almost all of his brothers and friends, and he loves to treat everyone he faces with a smile, heartiness, and common topics, allowing himself to be haunted by a whirlpool of trust and enthusiasm.

Horus is like the sun, and there is never a lack of warmth and harmony around him, which is what he has been trying to do, and whether this is to imitate his father of genes, who was born with a brilliant light, or whether he has his own thoughts and considerations, Horus himself does not want to think about it.

But at this moment, in the face of his brother who walked in, Horus couldn't help but put away his smile and harmony, he straightened his back, and stood there like the most perfect marble statue, with a smile on his face that was the most standard and ritual.

The Great Khan of Chogoris couldn't help frowning, Horus now felt not like a gracious brother, but the kind of king he hated the most.

Sadly, Horus did not have the perfect gift of being a king, he was more like a crown prince who deliberately imitated his father, trying to maintain his important and fragile majesty in front of his powerful brother.

Now Horus dislikes him.

But Chagatai won't point it out, of course not.

"You're late, brother."

Horus took a step forward, and with his steps, Johnson also stopped moving, and the two genetic prototypes maintained a distance of about two meters, maintaining a solemn atmosphere.

Horus smiled, as sincere as he could.

"I thought you wouldn't come, after all, it's been a long time since you've been to a brotherly party, and the last time, I wanted to let Riemanruth and Ling meet, and the two of you haven't seen each other since you returned."

"The war is urgent."

In the face of Horus's tirade, the lion of Caliban simply responded with a few words, as if he had some kind of low-pressure aura, automatically resisting Horus's coziness outside his spiritual world.

The wolf shepherd god spread his arms, and it seemed that he was not at all hit by the cold words of his blood brother, and he showed a smile that was kind enough that even Johnson couldn't catch the problem.

"You can contact us, Johnson, you are our brother and a part, your legion and my legion are both for the great cause, you don't need to put all the responsibility on your shoulders and face the most desolate war in the galaxy alone."

"Together?"

There was a smile on the face of the Lion of Caliban, not a warm smile, but a languid gesture like a beast mocking its prey.

"Will you let your wolves bleed, Horus?"

"In the most remote corner of the galaxy, no one cares, no one knows, only silent bloodshed and countless sacrifices."

Horuston paused, but he didn't answer immediately.

"If our father gives the order, then I will lead the Shadowmoon Blue Wolf to any place and fight against any opponent."

When the words landed, the two primordials fell silent together, and a heavy aura slowly solidified between them, as if in the next second, the two legion masters would pull out their blades and face each other.

I don't know how long it was, maybe a few seconds, maybe a minute, and in the senses of the primordial, it was enough time to call it a long time.

Then, at some point, with some kind of tacit understanding, Horus and Johnson shook their bodies together and laughed, and in the midst of that laughter, the two genetic agents hugged and said hello.

"Welcome back, my brother, you have returned from the bloody abyss of the galaxy, and you deserve a rest."

Horus patted Johnson on the shoulder, it wasn't a real hug, his tone was soft, and there was a sincerity that no one could question.

And Johnson had put away his smile, and he reciprocated Horus's affection in the most bland tone.

"I never returned, Horus."

"I never left there, I never left my legion, my spirit was always there, and that won't change."

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When Chagatai watched Johnson walk towards him, he vaguely remembered something.

He is no stranger to this brother, and there are people like him in his memory.

It was on Chogoris, before his adoptive father had died in an inter-tribal vendetta, and he would take him on a gallop across the steppe, enjoying feasts, bonfires, and spirits.

And in those grandest banquets, there is often a group of the most special guests, who rarely come, but who always make an impression.

It was a group of wild men, a group of wild men who had wrapped themselves up in animal skins, bone arrows, and strange ornaments, and they were assigned to the most honorable seats, close to the chiefs and elders, but there was a kind of vacuum that naturally formed around the strange guests, and no one wanted to come near them, and they didn't care, just drinking, or telling some stories of their own, and before the next dawn came, they would leave quietly.

The inhabitants of the steppe, though equally savage, would sing ancient songs of immortality, carved elaborate jewelry and gold pendants, and decorated their yurts with tapestries describing legendary stories, but this group of people was different, completely different, and they sat there as if the beasts in the forest had given birth to their hands and feet and their facial features, and had come to civilized society.

Chagatai had inquired about these people, and he was told that these people were hunters in the woods, and that they were the ones of the tribe who did not like the steppes and civilization, and that they had been soaking in the forests all day and night, either by order of the chief, or simply liking there, in short, they had been in the deep forest, and they had gone mad, and had become exactly like the beasts they had hunted, and they never wanted to leave the forest and return to the true people and civilization.

Only the most demanding tasks and the call of the leader will allow them to temporarily return to civilization, and they will do their job in obscurity before disappearing again.

When Chagatai became the Great Khan, he respected these perverse marginal figures, allowing them to stay in the last forest of Chogoris, and did not absorb them into his own heirs and legions, and Chagatai thought that he would never see such figures again.

But now it seems that the galaxy is more magical than he imagined.

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Voegrim pulled in a chair and turned the summit of the three primordials into a meeting of four brothers.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's the boring careful thinking of the Phoenix, the placement of the four chairs is quite wonderful.

The chairs of the wolf shepherd and the lion king were placed in the middle, but Horus and Vogrim's own chairs were a little closer to the front, so that Fergrim was closer to Horus.

Other than that, however, the four brothers sat together, introducing and greeting each other, and the atmosphere between Chagatai and Johnson was inevitably a little quiet, but the open-minded nature of Horus and Fogham made the conversation generally pleasant.

Their conversations hovered between war, their hometown, the galaxy, and their respective offspring, with the names of Abaddon, Aracios, and Acudona repeatedly brought up, but Johnson's story was clearly more appealing than the somewhat mundane journey of the other three primitives.

"My wisest son, Sayjames, has been on the front lines of the war with Randan."

Horus leaned back in his chair, one hand gently twisting his chin, his gaze focused on his brother from Caliban.

"He told me about the war with Randan: long, tragic, as if there was no end in sight, with only more and more alien legions on the other side of the desolate galaxy, and the tug-of-war would continue from one galaxy to another."

Johnson's gaze was also focused on the wolf god.

"Don't go around in circles, Horus, what do you want to say?"

The wolfwrang's brow jumped a little uneasily, and Fogham glanced at the somewhat embarrassing scene, reached out and took a bottle of good wine, he picked up a few glasses, and drank them for his brothers one by one, and in this brief pause, Horus blinked, thinking about what to say.

"I am only impressed by the horrors of this war, my brother, I have had the privilege of fighting alongside the oldest dark angels, but as far as I know, they have been martyred in this war one after another."

"So, what do you want to say?"

The genetic prototype of the First Legion did not compromise in the slightest, and he stared directly at his brother, as if a piece of soft flesh in his heart had been mercilessly poked.

He seemed enraged, and the strange pride of the Caliban was anguished by one of Horus's unintentional words.

Horus paused for a second, and the atmosphere seemed awkward.

Chagatai laughed at the sight of Forgrim, and the phoenix of Chemos raised his glass.

"Horus just wants to help you, Johnson, he's just a little hard to speak, we are brothers, and it's only natural that brothers want to help each other, in fact, it's not just Horus, if you need it, I'll also bring my heirs to help."

"I don't need to."

Johnson looked at the outstretched glass, and he agreed to raise his own, touching it very reluctantly, but he didn't take a sip.

"I don't need help, Horus, thank you for your kindness."

"My legion and I have endured all this, death and sacrifice, and we will continue to endure them until the mission given to us by the Emperor is completed, and all of this is our own business."

Horus smiled, he was not embarrassed at all, the wolf god said some apologetic words, and also extended his wine glass to Johnson, this time, the lion king returned with an indifferent smile and tasted it.

"You don't have to be so persistent, my brother."

The wolf god continued, showing a demeanor that even Zhuang Sen was a little moved, as if the embarrassment just now was completely non-existent.

"There is not only one war in the galaxy, but the Great Expedition is far from end, so you don't need to expend all your efforts in a war."

"This is the mission, Horus, the Emperor's mission, who entrusted me with the eastern part of the galaxy."

"Yes, I know, it's a mission, and the eastern part of the galaxy is your duty, but as we said, the Emperor has entrusted you with not only the territory to defend, but also the ...... Demand. ”

[Power] once swirled on the lips of the wolf herder, but he didn't say it in the end.

"From the beginning, this is not a war that can only be fought alone, Johnson, my brother, perhaps, you don't have to use the power of the First Legion, you can also try to entrust your trust to others, in Sejames, I have heard of the exploits of others, Motarian and his warriors did their duty, White Scar and the Nineteenth Legion also paid with blood and sacrifice."

"And the mortals, Johnson, my heir has mentioned to me a mortal named Morgan, who seems to have served in your legion and has done a good job in this war, but unfortunately the details of this war have not reached our ears any more."

Johnson was silent, his silence was fickle.

At first, it was just a languid feline beast, but when Horus mentioned a special mortal, Johnson's face froze for a moment.

He opened his mouth, seemingly unwilling.

"Yes, Horus, the war and victory against Randan is not only my legion, but also ...... Others. ”

"That's right."

Horus laughed and took a sip of his wine.

"You should be honest, my brothers, whether it's Chagatai or Motarian, their sons and legions have shed blood in this war, and their merits may not be as important as the Dark Angels, but your legions do need more allies and support."

The Lion King did not reply immediately, he munched on Horus's words in silence, his eyes narrowed, exuding a somewhat dangerous look.

"What about you, Horus?"

"If I ask for your help, will your legion come to the northeast of the galaxy and pay the sacrifices?"

Horus's face does not change color.

"I have my own mission, Johnson, and my next goal is to eradicate a certain psionic alien coiled in the Drune system with Chagatai and Motarian."

"But if you send an invitation, and our father approves it, I'm here to help."

Johnson did not reply, did not sneer, did not laugh.

He was quiet, staring at Horus quietly.

That is, until Fogham refilled a glass of wine for himself, then raised his full glass and inserted the conversation.

"Why do you bother with these things, my brothers?"

"Don't be so serious, we both have heavy tasks on our shoulders, but not all brothers are as busy as we are right now - you know who I'm talking about, right, Horus?"

Both primordials laughed at the same time.

"Riemann Ruth ......"

Johnson gently spat out the name from his mouth.

Fogham played with his hair as if he were telling a bedtime story, slowly untangling the solidification between the wolf and the lion.

"That Fenris brother of ours is now fishing, and his progress has made Terra very unhappy, obviously it is just a pocket empire, but he has not completed the task of punishing it until now."

"Duran."

Johnson uttered the word slowly.

"I've been instructed by Terra that as soon as the matter here is over, I'll take my legion with me and tell Riemanrus about the importance of efficiency and attitude."

Horus laughed.

"You're going to like Ruth, Johnson, my brother, and I swear to you, you have something in common, and although you don't reflect it well, in some ways you're really very much alike."

"Perhaps, you'll hit it off at first sight."

Johnson didn't answer any more, but Fogrem glanced at Horus, and a sense of amusement came to him.

Then, his tone seemed as if he had noticed something was wrong.

"Did Terra give you a direct mission, or did our father give you a mission on Moro, Johnson?"

"It's Terra's orders."

"Hmm...... And what did you and your father say on Moroch? ”

Along with Fogham's question, Horus couldn't help but prick up his ears.

When Chemos's phoenix saw this scene, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, and sure enough, when he mentioned this problem, Horus's indifferent mentality was a little broken.

His brother of the wolf shepherd god always couldn't tolerate others getting closer to the emperor.

Fogham felt a bad sense of pleasure, and he leaned back in his chair slowly, unheeded Johnson's answer.

The corners of Johnson's mouth quirmed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he finally squeezed out a few insincere words.

"It's just a few trifles."

These two chapters pause the plot, and by the way, fix and deepen the images of several primitives.

It is worth noting that this is still the first half of the Great Expedition, so the character of the original may be different from the later period of the Great Rebellion, and the perception of each other is also in a stage of exploration.

Starting with the next one, it will be the classic plot of the Warhammer universe, the cat and dog war, and after the war, a short plot of Drune will be followed, which is the climax of the Randan War and the fall of the Eleventh Legion, and when the emperor loses a legion, he will welcome back his daughter.

(End of chapter)