Even after ten thousand years, the tactic of making everything a matter of political principle was still incredibly effective.
Hearing this, Kulen’s expression turned sour, and he didn’t ask further, letting out another cold snort.
He knew Karen was right, and the Dark Angels Legion had possessed secret weapons during the Great Crusade that other Legions did not…
If one were to trace their origins, even the Emperor might have chosen to cough and gloss over it rather than explain.
He shed the old Power Armor and donned the new.
Kulen’s drifter-like aura changed instantly, returning to the knightly appearance a member of the Dark Angels Legion was supposed to have ten thousand years ago.
“Kulen, do you have a way to leave Planet Reis?” Just as Kulen was still inspecting the Power Armor on his body, Karen’s voice came.
“There is a way, though I’m not sure where we’ll end up after we leave.” “You want to leave this place?” Kulen asked.
“Yes.” Karen nodded.
“Horus and I plan to go to Cadia.
A war will break out there soon, and someone capable of saving Roboute Guilliman will appear on that world.
We plan to hitch a ride with that person to Macragge and have the awakened Lord of Ultramar vouch for Horus.” “Then we must apply to join the Astra Militarum.
I heard Planet Reis is about to pay its Tithe, so the recruitment department and transport ships will arrive soon.” After some thought, Kulen looked at the giant beside him and said, “Ho…
Lord Lupercal’s size is so massive, I’m afraid he won’t fit on a transport ship.” “Oh, don’t worry about that.” Karen laughed and patted the Wolf Shepherd God’s thigh.
“I’ve applied for an Ogryn identity document for him.” At the mention of Ogryn, a hint of displeasure appeared on Horus’s face.
It made him seem like he really was some simple-minded Ogryn.
In fact, in the late stages of the original Horus Heresy, the Warmaster’s behavior was no different from a patient with late-stage Alzheimer’s; Leman Russ, that ‘Wolf Doctor,’ had only worsened Horus’s condition with the Spear of Dionysus.
“Ogryn…” The corner of Kulen’s mouth under his helmet twitched, wanting to laugh, but laughing in front of a Primarch was hardly respectful.
Even if the one before him was once the Arch-Traitor.
No, the Emperor in his dream had already told him that this was not the Arch-Traitor of everyone’s memories, but the Wolf Shepherd God Lupercal.
“Then should I also apply for an Ogryn identity document?” Kulen inquired.
Karen rubbed his chin.
“To smoothly sneak onto the transport ship to Cadia, you really will have to suffer the indignity of being an Ogryn for once.
After all, the Astra Militarum’s guard is lowest against these simple-minded Abhumans.” “A significant portion of the Imperial Army during the Great Crusade was also composed of Ogryns.
Whether it was high-ranking officers or others, they always trusted these Abhumans; after all, they are low in intelligence, loyal, and possess high combat power.” Horus added from the side.
“Karen, this way you will become the [master] of both of us.
The recruitment officers won’t strictly inspect obedient, loyal, and powerful Ogryns; instead, they’ll give you the green light all the way, fearing you might turn around and go to another recruitment station.” Being the [master] of a Primarch?
Interesting.
But Karen said with a smile, “Hearing those words from your mouth sounds so awkward, my Wolf God.” “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” Horus had come to terms with it, his eyes reflecting a sense of calm.
“I am currently neither a Master of a Legion nor the Warmaster of the Imperium, but merely a traveler seeking atonement.
I must set aside my former glory and pride.” Horus’s words stirred a complex sense of respect and pity in Kulen’s heart.
“I am a Primarch, but I am also the one among my brothers who is closest to mortals.
I can accept such a change.” “You can accept it, but I certainly can’t,” Karen complained.
“If your Legion’s scions ever saw this scene, they’d tear me apart!” He added one more thing.
“Of course, provided they are still alive.”