Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Father"

After Angron and Mortarion saw Yang Cheng, they bowed slightly to show their respect.

"Hail to you! My father, the great Lord of Mankind!"

Luo Jia's voice made Yang Cheng almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to beat this bastard to death."

After Perturabo glared at Luojia fiercely, he saluted Yang Cheng.

"Father, I salute you."

Fulgrim was also wearing purple power armor, and then proudly saluted Yang Cheng.

"Finally, here comes someone who is a bit more normal. There are all these crooked melons and cracked jujubes around me..."

Yang Cheng could no longer complain about them. The problems of these problem children were getting bigger and bigger.

"Okay, let me introduce to you. He is the leader of the 16th Legion, Horus Luperkar, and he is also your brother."

Yang Cheng pointed at Horus, who was curiously exploring the surroundings, and then said to the several Primarchs standing in front of him.

"My brother? Your hairstyle......"

Looking at Horus' shining bald head, Lorgar and Angron looked at each other, then nodded silently.

"Wow, my brother, you should change into a gorgeous piece of armor and the cape behind you. Don't use such old-fashioned decorations."

"Also, brother, you smell so good."

Fulgrim walked to Horus with long white hair, and then looked at him like a friend he had known for a long time.

"My brother, do you want to know the truth about the Empire? Maybe I can help you."

Lorgar still spoke to Horus in deceptive words, and then handed Horus the latest revision of the Imperial Truth.

"Don't believe what that magician says. My name is Perturabo. Do you want to go to the duel to compete?"

Horus: "……………………"

What kind of crooks are his brothers? Horus said and turned to look at Mortarion who didn't speak.

"This looks relatively normal."

As soon as Horus walked over, an inexplicable stench enveloped him.

"Hurry up and call the Biological Magus in! Take Mortarion to take a bath! Disinfect me with alcohol!"

Several great sages of the Mechanicus who had been professionally prepared for disinfecting ran in, and then dragged Mortarian away in a panic.

A few minutes later

The scene turned, and Mortarion's face was projected on a wall.

In the bathroom surrounded by white walls, a dozen mechanical sages carrying disinfectant, soap, and various toiletries began to wash Mortarion.

"Okay, let's continue"

Mortarion was lying on a cobblestone platform, with dozens of mechanical mages serving Mortarion.

"Just get used to it. The smell of Mortarion's body once destroyed the sensors of a sage from the Mechanicus. In the end, the sage who cleaned Mortarion was forced to wear special protective measures."

"Still normal, my brother"

Horus walked to Angron's side, then sighed and said.

"Just get used to it. I am the first heir that my father found. I have seen these crooked people with my own eyes. Once I get to know them, it will be fine."

Angron glanced at Horus with pitiful eyes, then spread his hands and expressed that he had no choice. He did hate Lorgar, but in a sense, Lorgar was also very important.

Angron had also asked Yang Cheng in private before what the significance of Luojia's existence was. Apart from consolidating the loyalty of the occupied areas, he was of little use in other aspects.

Yang Cheng just looked at Angron, and then said something puzzling.

"Logar is a backup option and the last option for mankind."

Yang Cheng's words made Angron confused, but he was still willing to believe his father.

"Okay, Horus, this is your weapon, you take it first."

Yang Cheng said as he handed the Worldbreaker Warhammer and Horus Claw to Horus.

The Worldbreaker Warhammer was originally a sidearm of Horus, the Primarch of the Sons of Horus Legion during the late Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy. This warhammer was forged by the Emperor himself and was the first weapon that Horus was promoted to Warmaster. A gift from the Emperor.

The Claw of Horus is a large lightning claw. This weapon has long and sharp silver-edged claws. All five fingers are sharp blades. An early model storm bolter is fixed from the wrist to the knuckles. Two A belt feeds the bolter from the right side.

"Your battleship is docked at the star port. After the discussion is over, I will take you to visit it personally."

After Yang Cheng handed the weapon to Horus, Abaddon also came here.

"Father! Those 13 Black Crusades were really not our fault! They were all commanded by the bastard Abaddon!"

Abaddon: "Huh?"

Originally, Abaddon and his confidants came here to take a look at his father. Unexpectedly, the moment they saw Horus, several of his confidants slid directly to Horus' feet.

"The name Warmaster was chosen by Abaddon himself! It has nothing to do with us!"

"Abaddon hasn't fought a few truly meaningful battles since he became independent. He and his Black Legion are just a team!"

Several Terminator veterans stood decisively beside Horus, leaving Abaddon alone with his braids messy in the wind.

Abaddon does have commanding abilities, but he is still too insignificant compared to Horus.

"Well, do I know you guys?"

Looking at Horus's clear and confused eyes, Abaddon and the veterans were once again stunned.

"Father? Don't you know him?"

A Terminator veteran pointed at Abaddon and asked in a low voice.

"Well, I don't know. At least no one I know has such a non-mainstream hairstyle..."

When Abaddon heard Horus's words, he felt like his two hearts were struck twice at the same time.

"Father has lost his memory? Do you want to find the Mechanical Sage..."

"Get out of here first, immediately, immediately, now!"

Hearing the voice from the side, Abaddon and the Terminators rolled and crawled out of the conference room.

"Thanks, my brother"

Horus turned to look at Angron, who was helping to rescue him, and then thanked him.

"Your heir is a bit neurotic, but you'll get used to it."

After Yang Cheng and Macha watched the show for a while, they announced the next content.

"The empire's expeditionary force needs a leader. Malcador and I still have a lot to do. The current expeditionary force needs a nominal commander-in-chief, which is the imperial warmaster."

"Elect the Imperial Warmaster?"

"I want to be my father!"

Luojia took the lead and stood up.

"It's boring, I won't do it"

After Mortarion finished speaking, he turned off his projection and went to enjoy the Mechanicum's bath.

"Count me in, father."

"And I"

Perturabo and Fulgrim stood up and said.

"What about you? Horus?"

"Count me in, father."