"Before my twenty-two legions, even the demons of the Warp trembled with fear. They will fear their loyalty, they will fear their discipline, they will fear their inviolable faith. My sacred army, immortal in soul." Thoughts of the God-Emperor of Mankind about the Astartes Legions.

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The city of High Castle, formerly known as Duskendale, had entirely become a massive military city. The imposing city walls were tall and robust. Aenar did not treat his Primarchs poorly, simply giving them an entire city to administer.

At this moment, in the Castle of Angels, a round table could be seen. There were twenty-two seats around the round table, but only six had occupants.

Sigismund, Titus, Horus, Fulgrim, Vulkan, and Sanguinius.

All six Primarchs were present, all wearing heavy, thick armor that no human could ever wear, as the armor alone weighed tons.

"The Emperor has transmitted his orders to us." Said Sigismund, the one who guarded the Red Keep and, consequently, the Emperor.

The bodies of the five Primarchs straightened and listened attentively, their five pairs of eyes staring at Sigismund with solemn gazes.

"The Nest has been found." When Sigismund spoke, the five Primarchs showed murderous expressions.

"We finally found where these monsters are being born." Sanguinius, who looked like a seventeen-year-old, spoke with a cold, murderous tone.

Others might not know, but he knew that millions of lives had been lost in these three years of war. There were so many bones that they could create a mountain thousands of meters high.

Every time Sanguinius remembered the horrible scenes in the small towns and villages, his blood boiled with rage. Unfortunately, there was a great lack of manpower; they had no way to protect the continent quickly.

"Where?" Horus, with a shaved head and robust body, asked with a calm, deep tone. The newly ascended Primarch seemed especially murderous at this moment. Like Sanguinius, the man utterly hated these monsters.

"Three nests were found by the Daughters of the Emperor. One in Oldtown in the Reach, one in the Mountains of the Moon in the Vale, and the last in Boneway in Dorne." Sigismund said, pointing to three places on the map in the center of the round table.

"We will go in pairs, each to a Nest." He said with a terribly cold tone. "The Emperor said nothing, but we must not fail."

Sanguinius stood up and spoke loudly. "The Emperor is on the Ruby Throne providing energy for the Artificial Suns for three years without rest; we must not disturb him under any circumstances."

Sanguinius still remembered Oldtown; it was the first time he made his debut, but he failed to kill the Plague Apostle, which he considered an eternal stain on his honor and loyalty.

Fulgrim, who looked like a Pureblood Valyrian, also expressed himself with a cold and indifferent expression. "Sanguinius is right, we need to relieve the Emperor's worries."

Recalling the figure on the Ruby Throne, Fulgrim's lilac eyes showed a fanatic and reverent gaze. He could not accept that mere monsters would bring worries to that divine and perfect being.

"The Chainswords are ready to be tested in battle." Vulkan, formerly known as Moqorro, spoke with a deep and solemn tone. "The runes that make the blade spin are fueled by blood, so the more you kill, the faster the blades will spin."

The eyes of all the Primarchs lit up at Vulkan's words. A woman's best friends were diamonds, but an Astartes' best friends were Chainswords!

Even Sigismund, who liked to use his fists, couldn't help but show a satisfied look. He saw the power of the Chainswords and was more than satisfied that such weapons were the main weapon of the Astartes Legions.

"Let's begin, brothers." Sigismund said as he rose from his seat.

"For the God-Emperor!" All five Primarchs stood up and spoke at the same time. Their loud and powerful voices echoed throughout the War Hall.

All six walked side by side with smiles, ready to shed the blood of heretics and monsters.

"Whoever kills the fewest monsters will pay for everyone's drinks all night long!" Sanguinius said with an amused tone, ready to fight for entire days.

"Do you have money?" Fulgrim asked with a sarcastic tone, remembering that Sanguinius was still a child and had no money. And even if he had money, Sanguinius spent it all buying toys for Princess Alysanne.

Vulkan let out a loud, deep laugh hearing Fulgrim's words and looked at young Sanguinius with a teasing look. Even Titus, who was usually the most serious, smiled amusingly.

Sanguinius felt a deep shame feeling the sarcastic and teasing glances of his battle brothers. "I won't lose, why should I worry about money?" He murmured with a dissatisfied tone.

Sanguinius's murmur made all five Primarchs look at him with teasing glances.

The six Primarchs arrived on the balcony of the War Hall and looked down. Six legions were below them. All Astartes and ready to invade even hell.

Two of the six legions had fewer than a hundred members; these were the newly created legions of Horus and Fulgrim, but all members were powerful Astartes and not common soldiers, so the low number of soldiers was not really important.

"Sanguinius, I need more recruits for the Emperor to create more Astartes." Horus said with a calm tone. The low number of Astartes was really uncomfortable for him, especially after seeing the numerous Astartes of the Blood Angels, Salamanders, and Indomitable Hearts Legions.

Sanguinius rolled his eyes hearing his request; he was already helping Horus and Fulgrim, but the man dared to ask for even more. However, as a good friend, he spoke with a slightly annoyed tone. "I'll help you, you ugly bald man."

Horus remained indifferent to Sanguinius's words; there was a smile on his lips.

"Astartes!!!" Ignoring the two Primarchs talking, Sigismund spoke loudly, his voice spreading throughout the military city.

"The Emperor has orders to kill and destroy!!!"

"Kill and destroy!!!"

"Kill and destroy!!!"

"Kill and destroy!!!"

The Astartes raised their swords towards the sky and shouted at the same time. The powerful sound waves seemed to shake the entire city.

"For the God-Emperor!!!"

"For the God-Emperor!!!"

"For the God-Emperor!!!"

The tens of thousands of Astartes continued to shout non-stop; these powerful soldiers forged in blood, faith, and discipline seemed especially animated at this moment.

This was the biggest event after the Great War of Salvation; everyone seemed to want to honor their blood-stained swords for the Emperor.

The six Primarchs looked at this and showed satisfied looks; these were the Emperor's most loyal soldiers and the sharpest sword against evil and chaotic forces!

"Titus and I will go to Boneway in Dorne, Horus and Fulgrim will go to the Mountains of the Moon in the Vale, Sanguinius and Vulkan will go to Oldtown in the Reach." Sigismund stated the division with a solemn tone.

No one questioned Sanguinius's words and accepted the orders with equally solemn expressions. There was no room for failure, only victory and nothing else!

"May the God-Emperor bless you, brothers." Sigismund said before leaving with Titus, ready to march towards Dorne with their two legions. Their heavy footsteps echoed throughout the Castle of Angels.

"We will see each other again soon, brothers." Sanguinius left with a smile on his face and Vulkan followed the young man with a helpless expression. Sanguinius was too lively for him, who preferred the company of the forge.

Horus and Fulgrim exchanged glances and also left with calm and deep expressions. Like their brothers, both were ready to march towards the Mountains of the Moon in the Vale.

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Aenar, who was back on the Ruby Throne, looked at the scene with a satisfied look. The six Primarchs were acting like true brothers, something he liked to see among the Primarchs.

"However, these Nests appearing in these places is quite specific..." Aenar murmured to himself with a thoughtful look. He didn't think the Evil Gods chose these places randomly.

"They are probably specific points in the fabric of reality where they are more fragile, which allows more divine power to pass to the planet." Aenar said with an increasingly malicious smile.

Although such places were good for the Evil Gods to exert their power, they were also a bridge that connected the gods to the planet. And everything that comes, can return by the same path.

"I have to send some things to my blood sons." Aenar said with a smile, he looked at the red sphere in front of him with a sarcastic look.

"I hope they like my gifts, I prepared them with much care and love... much love!" Aenar murmured, letting out a villainous laugh, making Leda look at the Emperor with an amused expression.

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