Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

42nd Warmaster

There are three people standing in front of Leon El'Jonson, wearing the same equipment. The outlines of their facial features are from the same set of molds. They only give people a strange sense of distinction based on some subtle and metaphysical concept. On their scales between lake blue and dark green, the silvery luster swam like a snake with the swaying of the candlelight.

"This is worthless," Leon El'Jonson said, turning behind him and looking at the last Alpha Legion soldier walking out of the shadows. "You're wasting my time, Alpharius."

Alpharius raised his eyebrows, and the firelight danced on the sides of his cheeks, licking the outline of his face.

"They are theater commanders," Alpharius shrugged. "Perhaps you would like to know them."

Leon El'Jonson narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he lowered his voice: "Coswayne, put down your sword."

The swordsman put down his raised blade and stared at the three Alphas indifferently. They stand sculpturally still, and their overly similar presence is uncomfortable enough in itself.

"Tell me the reason for your appearance, Alpharius." Leon said.

"Didn't we just help you win this planet, First Legion?" Alpharius's surprise was very deliberately acted, "My spies lifted the defense line of the hive for you, and the lord family surrendered without a fight. This That's why we're here, Lions."

"You ruined our victory," the Lion began, and there were hints of reflection in his narrative. "It was not necessary help, but your arrogance."

"Really?" Alpharius was noncommittal, "As expected of the First Legion, we shortened more than half of the war time for you, and the evaluation we received is still a single word - arrogance."

Alpharius walked towards Leon El'Jonson, and Coswayne stood beside the lion. He was about to take a step forward, but was stopped by the lion with a gentle touch on the shoulder.

Leon snorted coldly, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at his youngest blood brother: "That's enough, tell me what you want so that I can refuse. I am not Perturabo, and I don't have the patience to endure your jokes and ridicule. There are countless killings that need to be carried out by the Dark Angels. If you continue to hinder or interfere with our hunting, then it will no longer be my warrior who draws the sword."

He paused for a moment, "No one can hinder the Emperor's crusade, and the Primarch will not be an exception. I hope you remember that we first met in Randan."

Alpharius's eyes twitched almost uncontrollably. He raised his head, stood in the center of the path he was walking, and looked directly at Leon El'Jonson.

"You are lagging behind, Leon," he said, instantly getting a cold look from the lion. But he remained poised and confident in the advice he was about to narrate.

“The iron hooves of the Great Crusade have traveled across the galaxy, and the limits of the Star Torch’s radiance have been touched many times. Expansions are being developed one by one, and in exchange the Emperor is gradually disappearing.

"Father's flagship is quietly leaving the front lines, and its time on Terra is increasing day by day. Finally, one day will come, and you already know what that day means.

"An heir will be born among us." Alpharius said firmly. "When the Emperor officially withdraws from this war and returns to a higher perspective, rectifying his empire from a level higher than that of a general, his A descendant will take over the banner of Sky Eagle and become the true leader of the battlefield. "

"You are giving dangerous hints," said the Lion.

"This is not a hint, Leon, this is a suggestion. Everyone is discussing the choice of Warmaster, and you are one of the popular choices, the Emperor's eldest son." Alpharius said, not continuing to approach, but surrounding Leon On El'Jonson paced, "It's impossible for the Dark Angels to know nothing about this."

The Lion King remained silent.

"Don't you have expectations for this position, Leon?" Alpharius said. "You are the First Legion, the leader of the armies; the Dark Angels control the Emperor's arsenal and the secrets of countless dark ages. There should be no one I could compete with you, but you didn’t take the last step.”

"So, your brothers caught up with you." He lowered his voice, and the candle flame burned silently, whispering like a viper, "Legion 10, Ferrus Manus with the assistance of Fulgrim Marching forward indomitably; the Thirteenth Legion, Robert Guilliman's Ultramarines recharge their batteries; the Fourth Legion, Pertura is admired by all the stars and has made extensive friends with many legions..."

"Including you." The Lion King interrupted Alpharius, "Alfaris. If you plan to appoint a warmaster, Perturabo is your first choice."

"No, I am not important to him." Alpharius smiled, "Compared with the Terra Guard, my support is worthless; compared with the Word Bearers' three hundred thousand warriors, the Alpha Legion is nothing. They are groups of guerrilla generals in the shadows... He has many supporters, but I can see your potential."

The Lion King also smiled coldly, his lips forming an unpleasant arc: "And the key is that Perturabo has no expectations for the position of Warmaster, right?"

"You certainly understand the competition among us, Lion."

"Not everyone needs the honor under the light. Some are asking for more rewards from the Emperor, which they have not been given and do not deserve."

Leon walked in the same direction as Alpharius, parallel to him in the same arc trajectory.

"The Emperor's will is our duty. They overestimate their own importance, but they don't know that apart from the Emperor's satisfaction, more rewards are nothing more than extravagance. You think your temptation is enough to shake my will, no, you are wrong Yes, you observe me the way you observe others, thinking that your deception is enough to trick the First Legion. But the premise of your instigation is that you never believed that the First Legion could win the crown bestowed by the Emperor. "

"I don't care who you came for, no matter what your purpose of coming here, leave now, the Dark Angels will not pursue the Alpha Legion for disturbing you."

"Among all the candidates, Horus Luperkar ranks first." Alpharius hurriedly finished his final advice, "Our first son, with both reputation and strength, the brightest star, the most favored If you are willing to give up your crown, Alpharius will leave immediately."

"Get out." Leon El'Jonson said coldly, standing still.

Alpharius's expression turned gloomy, he bowed slightly, and then left.

Corswain stared at his primarch: "Father?"

Leon lowered his head and frowned his stubborn eyebrows.

"Warmaster." He repeated the term softly. "Another temptation, another lie."

He turned around and walked towards the door, his dark purple and gold cloak rising slightly behind him. "That's not what we need."