Chapter 91 Lion and Wolf

Leon Johnson.

For five Terran standard years, this name has often appeared in Jaghatai's ears, sometimes inadvertently mentioned by his descendants of Terra, sometimes in the whispers of mortal officials echoing in the corridors, and even more.

Most of the time, it was his brother Horus who spoke slowly, sincerely and seriously.

In the discourse of mortals and Astartes, the Primarch of the First Legion was not a powerful figure. People whispered about his irritability and said that he was far inferior to a great commander like Horus: neither he

His barbaric origin, his withdrawn and arrogant image, or the fact that he had never achieved any outstanding achievements in the years since he returned to the empire, all became the reasons for their low-pitched criticism.

The outbreak of the Randan War further fueled the arrogance of this statement: What a powerful armed force the First Legion was. Everyone admitted that they were once the most powerful of all the Astartes Legions, even the Shadow Legion.

The arrogant warrior of the Moon Wolf would admit this.

But look at it now: the once great First Legion, led by their original body, left tens of thousands of corpses in the most remote and wild galactic frontiers, and there were hundreds of times as many mortal warriors who also shed blood on the battlefield, but

Despite this, the so-called alien empire named Randan has still not been crushed, and a large number of territories and worlds in the northern part of the galaxy have still not been returned to the empire's hands.

The once most powerful and largest legion has lost its majesty in just a few years. Compared with the triumphal songs played by Horus and Guilliman in various parts of the galaxy, compared with the victory of the Eleventh Legion in the face of the Successor Empire.

Rumor has it that the Emperor and I, Jonson, could not even produce a detailed victory report.

People only saw: the Caliban man said that my legion asked for less auxiliary troops and supplies again and again, and disappeared again and again into the most remote white darkness. Whenever we returned,

They will be scarred, their troops will be lost, and millions of auxiliary troops will disappear again. It will not look like our army's hearty victory. Such a tragic situation has naturally become the worst evidence that the capabilities of the Caliban Lion are sufficient.

As for this heir that no one on the back line is talking about in detail? It is just an alien regime. In those years, the legions of Horandan, Guilliman and Shaoen had not yet wiped out countless such blasphemous civilizations.

, harvesting failures and glory in small handfuls in the west and south of the galaxy, and how could they ever be as embarrassed as the First Legion?

Such few words were constantly echoing in Jaghatai's ears. Even the Horen tree I admired the most loudly commented on his brother in private discussions: the Primarch of Jhogo Shadowmoon.

Comparing Ferrandan and Guilliman's commanding talents with his own, as for the Emperor, Ren Shuning denied that I would be a very bad rear line commander, but that's all.

"Do I have a vision that transcends star regions and galaxies? My energy and anger are often tied up in major events in the world, and I spend my precious time and energy on a problem that is completely worth the loss.

"

Our topics wandered between war, home, the galaxy and their respective Jonsons. The names of Abaddon, Arajos and Akushona were mentioned again and again, but compared to the other eight primarchs who retired, there was no time to talk.

An interesting journey, but the Emperor's story is obviously even less attractive.

"Yes, you know, that is a mission, and the eastern part of the galaxy is his responsibility, but as you said, what Ren Shu entrusted to him was only the territory that needed to be defended, and he had not summoned the rest of my brothers...

…need."

As soon as the words fell, the two original bodies fell silent together by agreement. A light breath quickly solidified between us, as if just a second later, the two legion masters would pull out their blades and face each other.

Be an enemy.

"Will he shed the blood of his wolves, Horandan?"

"Welcome back, your brother. He deserves a rest after returning from the bloody abyss of the galaxy."

Whether it's a coincidence or Chemos Phoenix's big intentions, the arrangement of the seven chairs is quite strange.

The emperor looked at the wine glass that was stretched out to him. I refused and raised my own glass. I touched it with great reluctance, but I didn't take a sip.

"Why do they bother with those things, your brothers."

"If you invite his help, will his legion come to the northeast of the galaxy and make sacrifices?"

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"He cannot contact you, Emperor. He is your brother and a member. His legion and your legion are all serving for a small cause. He must bear all responsibilities on his own shoulders and face them alone.

The most desolate war in the galaxy."

Horandan patted the emperor's shoulder heavily. It was not a genuine hug. My tone was soft and contained a sincerity that no one could question.

When Jaghatai watched the emperor walking towards me, I vaguely seemed to remember something.

"Don't beat around the bush, He Renshu, what does he want to say?"

"I told you about the war with the Scions: long and brutal, as if it seems to be the end. There are only fewer and fewer alien legions on the other side of the desolate and empty galaxy. The tug-of-war will continue from one galaxy to another.

galaxy."

"A mission given to him directly by Terra, or a mission given to him by your father under Moro, Ren Shu?"

When referring to my brother, Horandan commented like this.

This is under the star of Ruswais. At this time, my adoptive father has not yet died in the feud between tribes. He will take me to run under the grassland and enjoy banquets, bonfires and strong wine.

"You just didn't feel the cruelty of that war. Your brother, you had the misfortune to fight side by side with the oldest Dark Angel, but as far as you know, we haven't died one after another in that war.

Already."

Did Ren Shu reply, sarcastically, or smile?

And in these grandest banquets, there is often a group of ordinary guests, but many of us are always impressive.

But Chagatai will point it out, of course he will.

Ren Shu had no answer, but Fulgrim glanced at Horandan, feeling like he was looking for fun.

What is even more sad is that Horandan does not have the perfect talent to be a king. I am more like a prince who deliberately imitates his father, trying hard to maintain his important and strong majesty in front of his brothers.

.

"He should be more honest. Your brother, whether it was Chagatai or Motawai'an, our Jonson and the Legion did shed blood in that war. Maybe his achievements were as important as Dark Angel, but his

The Legion does need fewer allies and support."

"There are no such mortals. Emperor, your Jonson once mentioned to you a mortal named Morgan. It seems that you served in his legion and made achievements worthy of being sung in that war. It is a pity that you

, the details of that war have not reached your ears any less."

"Your father must have given the order. Then you will ask Shadow Moon Qiaogo to go anywhere and fight against any opponent."

"In the most remote corner of the galaxy, there are people who care and there are people who know, but there is only silent bloodshed and countless sacrifices."

Ruswais' little sweat frowned involuntarily. Now Horandan doesn't feel like a kind brother to me, but this kind of king that I hate the most.

Before Jaghatai became the Little Khan, I insulted those eccentric fringe characters. Even though we stayed in the forest at the front of Ruswais, I did not absorb us into his Jonson and his legion. Jaghatai thought that,

I will never see a person like that again.

Although the residents under the grassland are equally barbaric, we can sing the ancient songs of Changshengtian, carve exquisite jewelry and gold pendants, and decorate our yurts with tapestries describing legendary stories. But that group of people are the same, completely the same.

, we sit here, as if the beast outside the forest gave birth to limbs and seven senses, and came to a civilized society.

But now it seems that the Milky Way is more magical than I imagined.

"Your wisest Jonson, James, has been on the front lines of the war with his descendants."

Then, I sounded like I had discovered some big problem.

"But he must have sent out the invitation, and if your father has approved it, you will definitely help."

Chagatai once asked about those people, and I was told that those people were hunters in the forest. We are the group of tribes who hate the grassland and civilization. We stayed outside the forest all day and night, or because of the leader.

The order, or simply the expectation, in short, we have been staying in the deep forest, we have gone crazy, and become exactly like the beasts we once hunted, and we never want to leave the forest and return to the real tribe and civilization.

Come in.

[Power] once circulated on Ren Shuning's lips, but I didn't say it out in the end.

Following Fulgrim's question, Horen Tree could not help but pricked up his ears.

"You thought he would come. After all, he has been attending gatherings between brothers for a long time. Next time, you also want Shepherd God Si to meet you. Since his return, the two of them have been together.

Have never met."

I stayed quiet and looked at each other quietly.

Jaghatai saw Fulgrim laugh, and the phoenix of Chemos raised his glass.

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Horandan noodles change color.

A smile appeared on the face of the Caliban Lion. This was not a warm smile, but a lazy gesture like a wild beast mocking its prey.

Fulgrim played with his hair, as if telling a story after bedtime, quickly unblocking the bond between the wolf and the lion.

He Renshu smiled, as sincerely as possible.

"It's Terra's order."

"He's late, bro."

"That's a mission, Herenshu, Canglang's mission. I entrust the eastern part of the galaxy to you."

Lemanlu's brows jumped slightly in relief. Fulgrim glanced at the not-so-embarrassing scene, reached out and took out a bottle of bad wine. I picked up a few glasses and poured them for my brothers one by one.

Drinking wine, and during that brief pause, Horandan blinked, thinking about what to say next.

The emperor's eyes were also focused on Lemanlu's body.

And at the first sight of the emperor, the little Khan from Renshuwaisi knew what kind of person I was.

Did the Primarch of the First Legion show any compromise? I stared straight at my brother, as if a piece of soft flesh in my heart had been stabbed mercilessly.
To be continued...