Death Guard, no, Night Lords, no, Death Guard and Night Lords? No no no.
Horus, who had just had an argument with Curze, felt tired. His brother still remained absolutely pessimistic about everything in the Great Crusade and did not believe in the legitimacy of any of it.
Horus didn't think he could convince Curze, something that even Fulgrim had failed to do.
So he chose a more violent approach, because his brother sometimes only understood and accepted power.
During the conversation between the two, Mortarion became an interested bystander. The Lord of Death excluded himself from the conversation, which was also an attitude that made Horus feel a little unhappy.
He thought of Mortarion at the banquet, and of Mortarion when he first met Moon Wolf.
But the value of the Death Guard was still before him. It was a large legion and was good at frontal advancement.
Perhaps Horus could try to befriend others in the Death Guard command hierarchy, establish his authority with them, and build good relations with the Moon Wolves - rather than with a less-than-normal brother.
As for Konrad Curze, Horus learned that compared to the Death Guard, a legion with a more flat management system, the Night Lords' internal structure was much more complicated, and they seemed to have not yet formed a strong and effective management team.
But no matter how many thoughts Horus had in his mind, today's conversation ended hastily. No one convinced anyone else, and Horus made a firm decision on his plan.
After all, Konrad Curze's qualifications are not enough. This is a realistic problem. When the Primarchs gather together, the earlier they return, the more brilliant their legion's record is, and the more likely they are to gain leadership.
It was an unspoken rule among brothers, and it usually served Horus well.
The Wolf Shepherd God rubbed his brows and looked a little tired, but the two people in the room who might have realized this remained silent.
"Please go back first. We still need a more cautious plan regarding this civilization."
Horus ordered them to leave. Normally, he would personally see the two off, but he did not do so today.
These words obviously made the three of them feel relieved. Curze stood up quickly as if relieved, while Mortarion still behaved like a slow-moving dead man.
But considering that Mortarion said his final farewell to Horus, Horus decided to forgive them all in his heart.
So Mortarion and Curze followed the Moon Wolves' servitors and left, leaving Horus in a magnificent little house.
They decided to go find the diplomatic warriors they brought with them first, and then leave. Due to the design of the Spirit of Vengeance, another large reception room was at the end of the corridor.
The servitor moved forward in the corridor without saying a word, and the two Primarchs followed silently behind it. Curze walked close to the wall, as if he would disappear in the next second, while Mortarion walked in the middle of the corridor with confidence.
The hands of the clock on the wall moved slightly.
This time was already too long for a Primarch, and not surprisingly, Mortarion won first place in the mini-game [Whoever speaks first loses].
Curze's soft and hoarse voice sounded, and the Night King's High Gothic had a strong accent. Konrad Curze saw some possibility in Mortarion, so he spoke abnormally.
At least, Mortarion behaves differently from Fulgrim, Dorn, Horus, Guilliman, and Magnus.
[My brother, what judgment do you think this human civilization deserves? ]
This is a greeting.
Mortarion still strode forward. If Horus and Curze were left out, the Lord of Death would choose to use air forces to control the air supremacy near the main city and then start the attack directly.
Although the human civilization here is strong, in the complex urban environment, the Space Marines, who have good mobility and high individual combat power, are obviously superior, and the enemy's heavy armored forces cannot be fully deployed -
But the prerequisite is that the Death Guard must gain air superiority.
They could launch a surprise attack, like Galaspa, before the enemy's main force could react, seize the main city on the opposite side and the dignitaries there, and force the enemy to surrender.
Of course, as to what these cities will look like after being burned in the war (especially with the support of the Death Guard's unique weapons), and whether this will harm civilians, there is a question mark.
Horus's plan was not completely unfeasible, but Mortarion still felt that it was less likely. He needed to completely crush the opponent instead of gently telling them that the Empire was coming.
However, under the hood, Mortarion's amber eyes silently glanced at Curze. In the previous quarrel with Horus, he had fully understood the fighting style of this brother.
To be honest, the Lord of Death looked down on this kind of sneak attack tactic. They should let the opponent fully realize the power of the Legion, and use that unstoppable force to crush the opponent's main force at the same time - instead of this seemingly clever tactic.
But it is also feasible, just like Horus's plan.
For Mortarion, this was an irrelevant issue, because the decision-making power was not in his hands, and he naturally lost interest in further evaluating these tactics.
It would be better to go to the pharmacy, or send him directly to the battlefield.
Mortarion silently rolled his eyes in his heart. He still hoped to encounter a few battles that he could lead.
Although he thought so in his heart, Mortarion still gave a different answer, because apart from tactics, which he could not decide, he realized that Curze's attitude towards things - perhaps they had a lot in common.
Mortarion spoke, his words slurring.
[They need to be crushed completely, not given time to buffer. ]
Curze's laughter rang out again. He seemed to be in a good mood, and the quarrel with Horus just now did not leave much trace.
Mortarion had no idea how Curze had managed to do this.
[Can you tell me more about the virus you just mentioned?]
This was an obvious statement of goodwill, opening up some possibilities between the two of them.
So far, so good, Mortarion maintained the necessary vigilance and began to count the cute and charming little creatures in his apothecary.
The Lord of Death did not react to this. He believed that death was the most horrible punishment and there was no need to skin people before death. These were too elaborate and inefficient.
It was hard for Mortarion to imagine the Death Guard peeling off other people's skins. It felt a bit awkward.
But given Curze's enthusiasm for his potions, Mortarion decided to put those emotions aside.
Mortarion said,