"A mortal?"

The discussion between the Primarch brothers progressed rapidly in an increasingly friendly atmosphere, until the final question arose.

The Lord of Steel's repeated words left Magnus speechless, or maybe he just simply didn't want to continue arguing. The Thousand Sons' Primarch looked around and pulled Morgan to his side.

around.

"This is Morgan, Ms. Morgan, my senior adviser to the Legion and one of the candidates for the think tank."

"What role does this mortal, my brother Magnus, play in your legion?"

"Have you tested her yourself?"

Just as Magnus's deep voice began to echo, perhaps in order to relieve his father's embarrassment, or perhaps simply because he thought so, Forsis from the Thousand Sons Legion took a step forward and signaled that he wanted to speak.

"At least Sanguinius and Jaghatai support me."

Perturabo leaned on his conference table, his eyes blazing, avoiding his brother and a few others, all focused on Forsis. The expression of the original gene was like that of a disappointed teacher.

Students who look at themselves as uneducated and incompetent.

In almost a breath, Morgan blinked and turned his attention elsewhere.

Every piece of protection on Perturabo's body, every chain and even every screw was made by him, making him look like a rock sculpture with a human face. He is shorter than his brothers.

A few above, but still a giant enough for the Astartes to look up to. The hard features carved by axes pieced together the entire appearance of a great monster hunter, a ruthless victorious general and a god-given master of art.

.

Forsis first stated his argument, and after receiving Ahriman's silent nod, he slowly stated his plan.

"No matter how bright the flowers are, I will not let a young child run to the edge of a cliff to pick flowers without stopping him."

"Ahriman, my right hand, captain of the legions."

"listen!"

"Those numbers..."

"The senior officer you want, my brother."

Ahriman was the last to leave, and as he passed Morgan, he stuffed something secretly.

It wasn't until the sound of their footsteps disappeared that Perturabo slowly lowered his head. He casually glanced at Morgan in front of him and walked back to his workbench.

"Get to work, mortal."

"I hope my brother didn't exaggerate this time."
Chapter completed!