In the years when fate was flowing normally, his life was a coward's tragedy.
His adoptive father turned into fragmented flesh and blood amid the roar of the butcher's nails, and his comrades turned into dry bones amid the battle songs of the slave owner's army.
And he, he didn't have time to do anything.
He would rather die on this red sand than become a speck of dust in the vast sky.
But he escaped.
This was not his choice, he never had a choice.
Perhaps he once had the power of choice, but the roar of anger swallowed everything—
All that's left is anger and sadness.
War Hound, future.
"Nuserria."
The captain of the Eighth Company, Kahn, stood beside the holographic projection planet. The azure fluorescent light shone on his smooth power armor, which looked sleek and serious.
Receiving instructions from the commander of the 12th Legion, Kahn led his company to patrol this star region.
In search of their Primarch.
In this area, there are not many planets colonized by humans, and even fewer planets with a high level of civilization.
Nuseria is one of them.
Towering mountains covered with snow all year round, lush forests, tall city walls decorated with silk flags, and bustling cities.
Technology and culture have reached a delicate balance. The high productivity brought by technology can even support the prosperous arena entertainment on the planet.
It has to be said that even after Kahn had traveled to various planets with the expeditionary corps, Nuseria was still considered a very beautiful planet in his eyes, given its topography and cultural level.
If the War Dogs were ever to find their Primarch father, Khârn certainly hoped that his father would be on such a beautiful planet.
Compared to the crowded and noisy hive planet, compared to the dim and depressing agricultural planet, compared to the barren and scarce death planet, their Primarch must have a beautiful home planet.
Just like Lord Guilliman of the Thirteenth Legion, the charming Macragge, or Lord Dorn of the Seventh Legion, the serious Phalanx is silent in the universe.
Their Lord is the King of a bright planet, sitting in his castle.
Kahn carefully observed the planet's terrain scanned by the War Hound and looked at the towering fortresses.
Something deep in the blood and soul is calling for the dogs of war. This is it, there is no doubt about it.
Kahn thought.
He couldn't wait to contact the humans on this planet.
No, think about the words of the Legion Commander, be careful, be careful, Kahn.
If the Primarch of the Warhounds was indeed on this planet, then he needed to make a good impression on his father.
He wanted their primarch to know—
The War Dog will be his most glorious battle axe.
"Sanger, send the Empire's meeting request to this planet."
Kahn turned around and began to deploy.
His brothers stood behind him, their hearts beating vigorously, and a vague premonition told them—
This is it.
Nuseria, the fortress of the nobility.
The meeting with the planet's ruling class went unexpectedly smoothly.
There was absolutely no resistance or attempt to flatter them. After gaining a preliminary understanding of the size and military strength of the empire, the rulers of the planet quickly opened the door to them.
The ruling class here even possesses the rare STC.
The rulers put forward conditions, asking them to submit to the empire, hand over the STC, and pay the tithe on time, but the condition was that the empire would not directly interfere with the class management of the planet and ensure that the ruling class here remained firmly in power.
sure.
If it were any other planet, it would be possible to capture a planet with high obedience, rich resources, and STC without bloodshed in a short period of time.
The legion that completes this task will surely be awarded honor by the Empire.
But not now.
Kahn was wearing power armor that gleamed brightly against the ground. Insignias symbolizing past glory were delicately embellished on his armor, forming tiny arcs on the smooth armor.
Behind Kahn, the most elite soldiers of the Eighth Company stood in place, their armor also polished to a shine.
Kahn looked at the pot-bellied middle-aged man in front of him with some impatience.
The man was slightly bald, and had a cunning look that War Dog hated.
Why isn't their Primarch the ruler of this planet
Their Primarch is not on this planet
Or did their Primarch dislike the intrigues of these mortals and was now concentrating on his own hobbies
When Kahn had silently counted to the sixteenth world he had conquered, the middle-aged man whom he hated finally shut up and looked at him with a flattering expression.
Caution, Kahn, caution.
Kahn took a deep breath and said in his most serious voice,
"The 8th Company of the 12th Legion accepts Nuseria's proposal."
"After this, other departments of the Empire will come to this planet and bring him under the rule of the Empire."
Usually the first imperial department to arrive is always the Taxation Department, or the Mechanical Sages who are rushing to do archaeological research.
"Originally, the affairs of this planet should be handed over to other departments."
"But as Captain Kahn of the Eighth Company of the Twelfth Legion, we would like to ask for your help in the name of the Legion."
Hearing that this group of tall and mighty warriors who looked like heavenly generals had something to ask of him, the middle-aged man opposite was ecstatic and asked hurriedly,
"May I ask what your request is? We will do our best to help."
As long as he can establish good relations with those who claim to be the empire, then Denisovich's ruling position will be completely secure!
Those noble sons who hid safely behind their families and pushed him out to face outsiders, now they should regret it!
From now on, the Taplov family will firmly sit on the throne of the top leader of Nuseria!
Denisovich smiled his most sincere smile and looked at the giant opposite.
"We want to find an adult in Nuseria."
"He will be the master of our legion."
Looking for someone
"May I ask what characteristics the adult you are looking for has?"
The soldier opposite him was stuck for a long time before he slowly said,
"Extremely tall and stands out from the crowd at the same time."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
The warrior opposite him fell silent again.
Denisovich immediately began to think about whether there were any outstanding people among the noble families he knew.
"Okay, I'll go look for it now."
Seeing that Kahn was unwilling to mention it again, Denisovich immediately took over the conversation and agreed with a smile on his face.
Kahn, who was sitting opposite him, was not as calm as he appeared.
Generally speaking, when it comes to standing out from the crowd, if the Primarch really existed on this planet, the locals would have responded long ago.
Perhaps their Primarch really isn't here
But the blood connection told him that Kahn was already where they should be.
Could it be that their Primarch is completely different from the other Primarchs
Kahn didn't dare to say anything else, such as the fact that the person he was looking for landed from the air. In a considerable number of the original body recovery operations, this part would be concealed or distorted by the locals, so he was not in a position to mention it.
He didn't dare say that his primarch was perfect or handsome, because Kahn knew that some primarchs were not like that.
irritable.
Kahn looked at the 307th nobleman trying to prove his nobility to him, sweat and powder mixed together on his powdered face.
These scums who want to take advantage of the Legion.
He wanted to just pull out his bolter and shoot the sissy opposite him.
"Not him, next one."
Being forcibly pulled away, the nobleman was still struggling to say something.
Angry, annoyed at being teased.
What on earth was he doing, wasting precious time on the Great Expedition by playing stupid games here
Kahn doesn't have the time or patience to waste time here any longer. The Primarch of the Twelfth Legion must not be here.
Perhaps the previous sensation was just an illusion, even though it was still challenging Kahn's reason.
It's time for them to go.
Sensing the hidden anger of the giant beside him, Denisovich beside him immediately spoke up, trying to please the adult.
"Don't worry, sir. Perhaps we can expand the search to civilians."
In fact, the first few columns on the list of nobles provided by Denisovich are the names of the families who bribed him.
Kahn snorted.
How could his lord primarch condescend to live among common people!
But even so, Kahn agreed.
"Um."
Leaving a few War Dog brothers here to watch, he will take the rest of the Eighth Company to search for other planets.
However, Denisovich, who often mingled in aristocratic circles, immediately heard Kahn's dissatisfaction.
No, he has already made harsh words to other families, he has to seize this opportunity!
"Um. Excuse me, are you leaving?"
Kahn nodded silently.
Denisovich is not that kind of useless nobleman without brains. He certainly knows that he cannot stop the other party directly at this time.
"I'm sorry we couldn't find the person you were looking for, but as a member of the First Family of Nuseria, I, Denisovich, swear to continue searching for you, my Lord."
"Um."
Kahn was quite satisfied with this noble who did not act recklessly.
"Sir, would you like to go to the Colosseum before you leave? My family owns the largest Colosseum in Nuseria."
Arena
From his previous understanding, Kahn knew that the nobles of Nuseria liked to capture slaves and throw them into the arena to fight.
These nobles who like to watch others fight, themselves have greasy hair and powdered faces.
Well, maybe we can go to the Colosseum to see if there are any new recruits suitable for the 12th Legion.
As a war dog that prefers close combat, this kind of close combat is of course one of Kahn's hobbies.
He asked in the communication channel, seeking the opinions of the management war dogs around him.
Finally, Kahn said,
"Okay, before we leave, let's go to the Colosseum."
Nuseria, the first arena.
The outer wall, which was shaped like a huge cylinder, towered straight into the sky. The khaki-yellow wall had long been soaked in blood, emitting bursts of bloody energy.
This is the largest arena in Nuseria. Countless men and women in gorgeous clothes are sitting in the stands and cheering!
The host stood on the stage, Nuseria's unique electric shock suspended speaker was flying in the huge venue, and the host's sharp and humorous words were heard from time to time.
"Look! Our undefeated son of the mountain has once again defeated the ferocious beast!"
"Unfortunately, this beast had never been defeated before, but the number of slaves it devoured was finally fixed here—"
"Four hundred and thirty-nine, yes, I bet it could eat four hundred and forty, haha."
However, the sudden arrival of the slave-catching army interrupted the host's self-mockery.
The knight in the armor of the slave-owning family whispered a few words to the host—
Then the host's high-pitched words resounded through the sky again,
"Good news, friends!"
"The Lord of the Empire will soon arrive at the First Arena,"
"Lord Denisovich of our Plov family has instructed that today the strongest warriors in the arena will fight against the strongest beasts!"
"Everyone here today is blessed! This is destined to be a fight that will go down in the history of Nuseria. Let's cheer!!!"
Celebrate, whistle, and shout!
"Son of the mountain! Son of the mountain!"
A huge rhythmic applause began to thunder.
Denisovich appeared with a smirk on his face. He led everyone through the family-only passage behind the arena and slowly entered the best viewing stand in front of the arena.
The carefully carved patterns and the deliberately reinforced glass and walls on the viewing platform indicate the huge financial strength of the Plouffe family.
The dazzling sunlight shines in through the entire glass table, illuminating half of the room.
Kahn absentmindedly turned his head to respond to the nobles' flattery, then sat down casually.
Behind him, the other elite war dogs who followed him were all surrounded by scantily clad noble women and had no time to care about anything else.
Kahn sighed, it was just a farce, there was no need to stay for long.
Kahn is not good at diplomacy with such planets; this is usually the job of the Luna Wolves or the Ultramarines.
Just watch it and leave, as a way of giving face to this noble who actively helped them.
Kahn certainly knew what Denisovich was planning.
After finally getting the noble behind him to move away, Kahn sighed again, turned his head, and looked down at the arena—
He stood up immediately.
Kahn, stagnated.
The blood is flowing.
Realizing that something was wrong with Kahn, the other war dogs also roughly pulled away the women beside them and shifted their sights—
They didn't move either.
It was as if my heart had stopped beating.
"Ah, sir? What's the matter, sir?"
The nobles' flattering voices were still echoing harshly, but these voices were like distorted tapes, disappearing in Kahn's ears.
He stood on the highest platform, in a magnificent building decorated with gold, silver and jewels, staring at the slave fighter in the mud pit below.
He stood in the blood pit of his comrades, he stood beside the huge corpse of the wild beast, the roar of the butcher's nails raged, blood dripped from his bared fangs, and he looked angrily at the slave owner on the platform.
Kahn's mind went blank.
Dead silence.
After a long time, which seemed like a century, Kahn's voice, so weak and so small that it was almost unrecognizable, came from the communication channel.
Caution, Kahn, caution.
But his mind went blank and thinking became difficult, like a stuck doll.
"Immediately block this planet's external communication channels, launch an orbital strike against this planet's large air defense equipment, and call the main flagship of the 12th Legion to come immediately."
"Supreme order, call the entire legion immediately."
“.”
"Prepare for extermination."
Kahn murmured.
The communication channel was closed after a scratching sound, and almost instinctive words rang out, but Kahn still felt his blood freeze.
A word they had been dreaming of was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it.
Kahn grasped the chain blade on his chainsaw axe. The sound of the power armor breaking was heard and blood flowed down, which made him feel that he was standing on solid ground.
"Father."
He said softly.
Blood dripped down.
(End of this chapter)