Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

After hearing what Qin Mo said, all the original bodies had expressions of disbelief and surprise on their faces.

Having a seat on the Imperial Council would not give the Astartes any advantage they wanted, but it was proof of voice.

Just like the human mouth, everyone seems to have this organ, which is ordinary, but it would be really fatal if it didn't exist.

"Horus." Guilliman immediately called Horus' name, urging him to make a decision.

The Primarchs also looked at Horus.

Guilliman felt that it would be enough if there was only one seat, no matter who it was or whose heir it was.

Most think the same way.

But Lorgar felt that Horus had a high probability of appointing his own heir.

Perturabo waited for Horus to name his appointed heir, and then he would object.

Horus instantly felt the pressure.

This is a difficult decision. There are more wolves than meat in the seats. There are twenty Legions of Astartes and twenty-one Primarchs, but there is only one seat.

This is hard-won and extremely precious.

There is no way to divide the seats equally. If you don't want to cause conflicts, you must first exclude Horus's own Sixteenth Legion.

Qin Mo also knew that this was a difficult decision, so he indicated with his eyes that Horus did not need to answer and he would appoint someone.

But Horus felt that he should still take on this responsibility at this time, so he still spoke: "I have decided to appoint Karn, the adjutant to the commander of the Twelfth Legion, as a member of the Imperial Council Astartes."

Upon hearing this result, as the genetic father of Kahn, Angron was stunned for a long time.

Guilliman was very satisfied with this appointment.

Others were more or less surprised.

"Do you have a problem with this?" Ryan knocked on his head, "The Twelfth Legion? Regardless of who the guy named Kahn is, the Twelfth Legion was very brutal during the Unification War. He was attacked by civilians. The Legion that had the most complaints didn’t improve until Angron took over. Kahn is probably not a good person to become the 12th Legion.”

After a fierce argument, Ryan looked at Angron: "I'm just stating the facts, man, and I definitely don't mean anything against you. The soldiers of the Twelve Legion are not even the coldest Albians, but more ferocious and cruel criminals. , at least most of them are.”

Hearing Ryan mention the Albians, Perturabo, who recruited troops from the Albians, stared at Ryan dissatisfied.

Angron could sense Ryan's true thoughts, and he didn't feel offended at all: "I agree with Ryan."

"I have given it much thought," said Horus.

Then he revealed his heart and explained why he arranged this.

"We don't need a formal person or someone who is particularly good at mediation and management to serve as a councillor, such as Magnus' warrior named Ahriman, or Guilliman's warrior."

"The reason is that one person in one seat needs to speak for all of us, and he can only be the mouth for all of us."

"Secondly, about the Twelve Legions. I used to worry that the Twelve Legions would not obey Angron's command and management, but this is not the case. Most of them are very close to their original body and are even making changes for the original body. Such was the case with the Great Crusade.”

Horus explained briefly, but he still had many things that were difficult to say directly.

Some things always seem cold when said in a gathering of blood brothers.

"Why not take turns?" Perturabo asked Horus.

"A person's term in the Council is seventy years, which is almost a lifetime. This is for the purpose of establishing a human race force across the stars in the future, so as to prevent a person from coming down without having time to do anything." Horus looked at Perturabo, "There are twenty-one of us, twenty legions. Taking turns will only cause us to quarrel over who comes first and who comes later."

Perturabo spread his hands and glanced at each of his brothers: "Does it mean that our respective warriors can't even survive a hundred years? Why can't we take turns? Seventy years is a long time for us?"

Guilliman supported Horus, and he helped Horus explain more clearly: "There is only one result of taking turns, brother, and that is which legion's turn it is, which legion will let its people only propose in the council Things that are beneficial to the regiment to which they belong.”

"In the end, the Astartes sitting on the council will not be able to represent all our legions, and then none of us will be dissatisfied in the future and have to quarrel like now."

Perturabo squinted his eyes and thought for a moment. He couldn't figure out the twists and turns, but he couldn't say: screw it, I don't understand, you can decide for yourself.

Finally, Perturabo could only show a hint of realization and nod.

"That's it. That's it." Horus showed his due courage and toughness, and then began to think about how to let an Astartes represent all their legions in the council.

Guilliman had an idea: "We have established wartime liaison groups among our various legions, responsible for communicating requests for help and the progress of the war. So I proposed, Horus, to expand this group, change its name, and hold regular meetings. , all our legions will speak out at the meeting if they have any ideas, and then hand them over to Angron’s people.”

"Just do as you say." Horus nodded.

Angron was lost in thought.

…

Somewhere in Terra.

Inside the accommodation specially for the Imperial high-ranking personnel and their entourage who came to Terra.

Kahn sat on the windowsill, leaning against the window frame, holding a book in his hand.

A restored creature called cicada kept chirping outside the window, and from time to time a breeze blew into the room with the smell of soil and grass.

Kahn looked at the book in his hand. He didn't understand why someone would be so idle that he wrote a book about how to dispel negative emotions. Isn't this ability something that everyone is born with and must have?

But for some purpose, he had to read it, and even memorize it.

Being able to recite it backwards is what Kahn requires of himself.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and the heavy footsteps immediately attracted Kahn's attention. He heard who was coming and jumped off the windowsill.

Angron walked into the room in his daily clothes, came to Kahn, and began to organize his words.

Kahn had a very confident smile on his face: "I saw that idle old mule..."

Kahn was suddenly speechless. He thought for a long time and just wanted to know what the title of the book was.

Of course he could memorize the contents, but the contents were like a mass of paste in his head. Mechanical recitation seemed too deliberate in this situation. For a moment, he felt as if his mouth was blocked and he couldn't even stammer.

"What?"

"Nothing..."

Seeing Kahn was speechless, Angron could feel some of his emotions, but he didn't know what was wrong with Kahn.

Angron certainly didn't know that Kahn had wasted a precious opportunity, and the source of this opportunity was that Kahn's friend who was a guard beside Lorgar asked Lorgar to observe what Angron would do in his spare time.

"Come with me to the Imperial Parliament." Angron turned around and motioned Kahn to follow him.

Kahn hurriedly followed.

Angron explained as he walked: "Have you heard that the parliament gave Astartes a seat? From now on, you will represent Astartes."

"Huh?"

Kahn stopped in his tracks and pointed at himself after a second of trance.

"I'm a member of parliament? Is this true..."