The Primach of the Second Legion

by FallenMetalGod

A young man dies but is given a chance by ASB to be reborn. The only problem is the young man takes over the II Primarch. What makes matters worst the man gave up his personal memories for a much better shot of survival. Will, the Primarch of the Second Legion, survive the Great Crusade? Save his brothers? Keep what he knows hidden from Chaos and the Emperor too? Or have fun?

6. Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 30K, 40K, Age of Sigmar, or anything else I will use in this story.

The battle reports kept coming across the planet, Aurdan Deongolia; it kept painting a bleak picture across the world. The last remaining high command of the once prestigious military of the Aurdan Deongolia stood all around the central command center. Field Marshal Abraham stood at the head of the holo-table grim expression watching another important city come under enemy control with precision and speed if someone told Abraham that he would soon watch these invaders conquer his beloved planet. He would laugh at the man before punching the person out without a second thought. Abraham tightens his fist, watching the death toll ever-increasing right before the old General's eyes. He once again curses those foolish idiots from the Diplomats to the foolishness of the Church of the Maiden. Field Marshal glance to a different part of the war table, seeing the reports of another city about to fall again. If he weren't witnessing the fall of his homeworld, he would marvel at the tactical genius of the enemy commander, even the quality of his soldiers. There is a hint of respect in how the invading force's diplomats tried to stop this war from happening, but the fucking High Priestess screamed upon entering the meeting, and things completely broke down afterward. Abraham moved his hand towards his army group that has been within him since he entered the service at a young age. He moved them into a defensive line around the principal capital of Aurdan Deongolia to stall these soldiers as much as he can.

"Field Marshal Abraham, the High Priestess, and President wish to why did we lose another Hive city?" his aide came forward, but the look on Abraham's aide face told the Field Marshal the aide is simply doing his job nothing more.

Abraham glances at the recently captured city before his eyes before sighing, "Robert, I want you to get me Grant, Jonathan, and William in here. It seems these last six months of this war will finish up, and we are all that remains." He said, looking at his oldest friend with a sad smile.

General Robert gave a salute to his long-time friend and mentor. He knew his mentor sidelined to some backwater posting for how outspoken Abraham is about the Church and Government on specific issues. However, once the failure of diplomacy between the government and the invaders. Robert had been the one to say they needed the military genius of Abraham for a chance to get these invaders back to the negotiation table. However, the original Field Marshal George McClellan refused to allow his rival an option back into the fold. The original Field Marshal died within the first month of the invasion. After the third month, President Davis recalled Abraham to become Field Marshal after half of Aurdan Deongolia lost in rapid lightning pace. General Robert saw firsthand how, after his mentor took over, the war change with the enemy leader changes his tactics after one battle against his mentor. It sadly didn't change much for the conclusion of the war is defeat, but Field Marshal Abraham is the type of man that will continue fighting even if it's pointless.

"Of course, Sir, I shall gather up the boys. It's been an honor, Sir. Suppose President Davis put you in charge of the beginning of the talks or when the invasion started. Do you think we could have held?" Robert asked, watching Abraham grabbing his military overcoat.

The uniform which the Field Marshal is still dirty from the earlier retreat. The sight of mud, dirt, and blood covers the uniform, but Robert still saw the will of iron and glint of genius from Abraham's eye. The Field Marshal is a tall man, naturally tall even; there was no genetic tailoring everything about the leader is honest. Abraham adjusts his overcoat for a moment glancing towards the ever-changing map.

"No, I don't think it would have mattered. After one battle, I realized I am no match for the enemy commander. Since I was put in charge and did things differently from what he expected, it gave me a chance. It is only for the retreat. The man's ability to quickly adapt and change his tactics easily surpass my abilities. It's pretty humbling." Abraham said, stroking his chin with a smile, having a challenge for the first time in a long time.

"Sir," Robert said, shocked to hear how Field Marshal Abraham seemed to enjoy himself.

Abraham had a smile taking his military cap before placing it on his head; "Look at the map, Robert, tell me what you see since I am finding our invader's moves very intriguing." He said with a slight smirk on his face.

Robert gave a tilt of his head, turning back to the war table. He scanned the table, taking in everything happening. They lost most of the planet, with only a few key cities still free, but for how quick the enemy forces are moving, it's hard to keep up even with the mega railway throughout the planet. However, General Robert couldn't see what his mentor saw seeing the new information entering the table changing to new army positioning and enemy moments they could discover.

"They are taking care of the industrial cities while destroying anything from the Church of the Maiden. The enemy seems to take a particular case in annihilating religious buildings. The reports I've gained from the survivors tell how a specific unit goes into these buildings come out with their bloody swords and daggers. There are even reports of giant wolves following alongside these warriors. I can only guess they are hunters, but what they are hunting is the question. I've always been suspicious of the Church, but how the enemy seems to take special care in dealing with all religious buildings and holy places. It makes me wonder what they are hiding now, especially the Head Priestess herself." Abraham said, giving Robert the answer to his question.

Robert began looking at the areas which held religious importance to the Church, beginning to see the reports about the destruction of the holy sites. The survivor's debriefing even spoke of pure grey armor warriors with warrior women joining these soldiers entering specific areas. It made Robert now curious about the reasons. He knew how his mentor always spoke out about the Church on certain things, especially dealing with government and certainty with military matters. Those loyal to Abraham always kept a wary eye on the Church, but now it seems their enemies knew something about the Church of the Maiden that they did not.

"You see it don't you, Robert?" Field Marshal asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, watching his student work through what he already figure out.

General Robert gave a slow nod; "You always were outspoken about certain aspects of the Church, especially with the High Priestess political influence on all matters that she shouldn't have a say. Now with our cities conquered and our loss is going to happen any day. Why is the enemy taking time in destroying the Church of the Maiden even while they are waging war." Robert said, giving his view on the matter.

"Exactly," Field Marshal said, motion for Robert to follow out of the command center of the Capital city.

The two left the command center beginning their walk through hallways of the capital, hive city. Robert followed beside Abraham before glancing out to the north, seeing the growing black smoke rising from such a distance. The invaders had the northern defensive line entirely eradicated early this month by the survivors of the defense line saying a Dragon did the deed. They suffered PTSD whispering about the great shadow descending upon them. The smell of human flesh burning and vehicles turning into molten scraps of metal. Robert didn't know if he believed it, but the black smoke still rose in the north hasn't ceased. The two military men continue to walk, pass, scramble government officials, trying or do anything to keep their minds off what is about to come. However, many within the government and even the people knew that the end is near.

Abraham stopped looking out one of the massive windows seeing the once beautiful city, showing the republic signs of union, cooperation, and strength. Now there is nothing, but corruption, bribery, and now filled with refugees trying to get safe from the war. The Field Marshal saw the cracks within the republic a long time ago, especially once the hooks of the Church began to dig their way into the government. He sighed several passing soldiers who were saluting him as he passed, which he returned. Abraham is the only surviving high-rank member of the military who survived an encounter with the prominent leader of the invasion force. It gave the Field Marshal the illusion of being able to turn back the tide. However, Abraham knew that all he could do is try and make them bleed every step. He continues forward until stopping seeing his subordinates standing together; each one reaches great heights in the military thanks to Abraham's teaching and mentoring to each one of these men.

"Boys," Field Marshal said, looking at the men who each held their own against the invasion the best they could.

"Field Marshal," they all said, snapping to attention giving a salute.

Abraham returned the salute before telling them at ease, looking at the worn looks each one of his men held in their eyes. The weariness in how they carried themselves even now; each of these men was station all around the planet. Each one faced an overwhelming force of these invaders. Each one had their battle groups merged in the last stand that is about to happen as the Field Marshal looked at his boys for a long time before reaching out patting them on the shoulder. They all knew that the end is near, but they will keep fighting for their homeworld and protect the republic and freedom of the union.

"Sir, are you going to meet the President?" Grant asked, taking a sip from his flask.

He gave the nod; "Yes, I am planning on providing an update of the defensives, but also hope to speak sense to President Davis about surrender, but I do not think it will happen. Not when the Church has such influence over Davis, so prepare for a battle. I also want you boys to make sure your men are ready." He reached out, grasping each of their shoulders looking them in the eye. "Stay safe, my boys. I can only guess this is the last time I will see all of you again. I want you to know how proud I am of all of you." He said, moving away from them, knowing that Robert will give them their positioning for the final battle.

Jackson watched their mentor continue down the hallway back straight, yet the weight of the planet resting on his shoulders. "We could have had a chance if that imbecile McCellen didn't have control at the start. If we could have gotten into a stalemate, we could have at least go back to the negotiation table again for a chance." General Jonathan said, growling his thick black beard hiding his scowl.

"Enough, Jonathan," Robert said, looking at the three Generals who shall head to the four different positions to try and hold back the coming assault.

William gave a shake of his head; "He speaks the truth, Robert. We are all dead men. All we can do is provide these monsters a substantial defense, nothing else. I heard we sent the last of our airforce out to try and delay their movements. Suicide mission," William growled out, shaking his head.

Grant took another sip of his flask, taking a deep drink before speaking. "We do our duty to the old man. He gave us all a chance in the academy. He taught us everything we know, and we rose the ranks quickly, showing our worth. When the old Abraham forced a position out in the middle of nowhere, he made sure we didn't get caught up even though we wanted to be with him. Now, these super-soldiers, beasts, and whatever else they are using are ripping through our ranks. However, I am going to fight and make the old Abraham proud." Grant said, turning around, lifting his flask with a smile heading off to his position with his military group in the south.

Jonathan shook his head; "I get the fucking snowstorm and that fucking winter witch my boys are whispering about after we retreated from the eastern flank." He said, remembering facing a sudden winter in the middle of the hottest months of the year. He adjusted his blue union officer uniform, heading to the eastern defense.

Robert and William are the only two left as the two looked at each other, with William, who shook his head. "I heard you were in the north when that beast came down. Did that monster indeed burn your tank division into nothing but scrap metal and destroyed the jaegers from the mechanized forces too?" Robert asked, wanting confirmations.

He looked at his friend and rival for a long time; "I witness our mightiest war machines meltdown to scrap by a beast far more prominent than anything I have seen. I saw its rider standing on the beast's head. The rider leaped off with a mighty war hammer right onto my last reminding tank line. He smashed one of the tanks causing the front to explode; then he bashed the side of another one sending it to crash into another one. I saw what could only I call a Demi-God or Devil itself, which I saw going through my armor line like it was nothing to him." William answered before turning around and heading to the Northern defensive line.

Robert listens to William's statement, feeling the truth coming from the words. The General usually is well inverse in reading his opponent's movements and tactics, but even he couldn't see what their commander is planning. After the General witnesses genetic super-soldier suddenly change their strategy midway through the battle against Field Marshal Abraham, General Robert doubted if Robert could do something so quick. He let out a sigh figuring that he must prepare the Western defense line for the coming slaughter. Robert walked to the western line preparing for what is about to come.

While the four Generals prepare the last line of defense with their hardened soldiers preparing for the coming battle and the refugees pray to the Holy Maiden for help. However, at this moment, Field Marshal Abraham stood in front of the Presidential office filled with the last reminding members of the government trying to figure out a way to win. However, there wasn't a way for them to win, for their end is coming. Abraham opened the door without knocking, stepping inside seeing the last few members of the cabinet. President Davis is sitting behind the Presidential desk with Secretary Hunter, Attorney General Janet, and Treasury Gina. These were the last few members of the cabinet. Abraham glanced, overseeing another addition he didn't wish to see within the office, but she was there. The High Priestess stood wearing fine robes of white and purple, hugging the curves of her body. High Priestess Morella stood smiling, her perpetual slight pout of her lips resting upon her full lips. The Field Marshal notice how every member of the cabinet and president eyed the sensualist, handsome woman. Morella's long dark brown hair is free down her shoulders and back.

Abraham knew that many people found this woman the height of beauty, and age simple increased that beauty causing many to call her handsome. He found her disturbing far too perfect and a sense of wrongness too. The Field Marshal couldn't explain it, but he glances seeing Morella's two bodyguards, both young alluring sword maidens wearing pure white robes with massive tow hand swords held within their hands. If Abraham had a guess, these two looked like twins with long blond hair and blindfold, too, which put him on edge.

"Field Marshal," President Davis said, looking up from the last few minute reports from the capital.

Everyone looked worn and aged, once filled with hope, dreams, and pride is filled with fear, tiredness, and many with grey hair from the stress. The only one that didn't seem affected by the dire situation is Morella, who stood utterly unaffected by seeing the end is upon them. Abraham found that the most strange and worrying. However, one could mark that up for how he didn't like the Church, but there had to be something else.

"Mr. President, I am sorry to say we are fortifying everything and preparing for the worst. However, the last reports we have gotten from our previous retreat don't portray a pretty picture. The capital is our final stand, and the invaders will either attack us or siege us out. What little I can tell from my experience from my battle against the enemy general. They will attack us from all sides." Field Marshal Abraham explained, causing the holographic image of the capital to appear in front of them. "I have the last of our army groups in defensive lines all across the city from our infantry, armor, and remaining jaegers. I believe we can hold out, but not long, Mr. President." Abraham said, marking out the specific unit formation before giving the bleak outcome.

President Davis rubbed his forehead, staring out at the image, tired and mentally exhausted from the last few months. After the failure of diplomat talks when one Priestess screamed at the sight of a single aide coming into the room. Everything fell apart after that foolishness bodyguard of a Priestess tried to shoot the aide, causing one of those monstrous genetic beings to react. Now, President Davis is facing the death of his world and government. He glances over to the High Priestess Morella, a hint of rage beginning to form, but before the anger came, it disappeared; a sense of ease came over him instead.

"The Maiden will protect us, Field Marshal. My daughters are already beginning to pray to the Maiden with the faithful. You have nothing to worry about, for she shall answer." Morella answered as if praying would solve everything.

Abraham had the urge to reach around, grab his ax he had hidden within his overcoat lash out to that woman. He already saw how everyone seemed to take her word to heart. Field Marshal didn't understand it, but it didn't matter. However, he went back, looking right at President Davis for a moment before nodding his head.

"Shall go and begin the preparation for what is about to come then: Mr. President, members of the cabinet, and High Priestess Morella," Abraham said, saluting to them before turning around, beginning to head to the door.

Suddenly, a scream caused him to turned around, seeing Treasury Gina pointing towards the expansive windows freezing around the edges. However, that wasn't what caused Treasury Gina to scream in shock because it began to snow in the middle of the hottest months. The snow started falling. The clouds grew thicker what more lightning arced across the forming clouds. The loud sound of thunder quickly followed up, causing many within the room to cover their ears to block out the sound. However, while everyone in the room looked in horror, Abraham stared out, seeing massive shadows in the distance lumbering forward. The next sound isn't one of thunder. No, it's the sound of a warhorn that shook the whole office. Field Marshal Abraham watched as the Imperium unleashed the full might of the Storm Lords, including the Titan Legion Nightmare Titans. Abraham knew the snow came from the Snow Witch that belongs to these invaders, but the enemy is already at their gates.

Field Marshal Abraham adjusts his hat, tapping the commlink on his collar; "Robert, I will return to the command center Alpha. It seems they aren't going to wait for us." He said, turning around, saluting one more time before turning around and leaving the president's office without another word knowing that the final battle is here.

"Copy Field Marshal. The boys are ready to give these bastards some hell. I may say, Sir. It has been an honor servicing with you." General Robert comm back before cutting the link.

Abraham had a soft smile on his face before reaching the command center. He saw aides, officers, and technicians rushing around the room. The center of the room is a massive holographic map in a 3-D display, allowing Abraham a full view of the city, all unit positions, and the incoming enemy units in red. Field Marshal walked forward onto the raised platform, looking down seeing the coming enemies. He took a deep breath closing his eyes clearing his mind before opening his eyes, giving out orders.

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Stormhost: Grey Wardens accompanied by Winter Queen Elsa of Chamon. Eastern invasion force.

Elsa held up her hand's blue lights stream from the palms as Elsa's cryokinesis escaped heading upwards, beginning to change the weather right before the gathered Stormhost. The sound of thunder and flashes of lightning began to follow once Elsa lowered her hands, nodding her head, pleased with how her abilities grew and adapted. The Winter Queen looked out at her handy work, watching the sudden snowstorm engulf the enemy capital. She didn't like using her abilities in such a way. Elsa prefers using her powers to help or even create a few things that brought smiles to people instead of fear and death. The sounds of footsteps caught Elsa's attention, turning her head seeing Warden-Commander coming to her. He wore the grey and black power armor Tacticus armor engraved markings covered the armor, both Duardin and Chamon symbols showing where the Warden-Commander origins.

Elsa turned slightly, taking into the leader of the Stormhost of the Grey Wardens. He is a monstrous man, broad, tall, and massive breed just like those from Chamon. The Astartes had thick main of red hair and beard. He held a mighty power halberd resting against his shoulder while resting a bolt pistol and one hand hammer at his hip. Winter Queen notices the massive white pelt of a mighty snow bear hanging from his shoulders. He had an enormous smile resting upon his lips but quite tricky to see with the thick beard. The Warden-Commander stopped bowing his head before Elsa in respect and honor.

"My Queen, the Grey Wardens are pleased that their Queen decides to join our Stormhost for our first conquest. It does my brothers proud knowing our majesty is with us showing off Chamon strength and pride." He said, keeping his head bow.

Elsa gave a sighed, "Hamilcar, please stop. I know you're pretty happy with me joining you on our first battle. Remember your Storm Lord first and Chamon second." She spoke, giving the mountain of a man a soft smile.

Hamilcar Bear-Eater stopped bowing, staring at the Winter Queen, taking in all her majestic and glory. Elsa wore a synskin combat skin that held the woman's form, quickly hugging her body just right. A thick fur overcoat wrapped around Elsa's body of a great snow bear with the head hanging off her shoulder. The coat had a feather collar stitched into the fur, which was the feathers of the legendary Godbeast Winterfeather. A beautiful sword forged by Gwyn's hand. The rapier is a lovely design from the handle to the blade's tip, ready to pierce any armor that Elsa would face in the future. The Bear-Eater notices a custom-designed plasma gun is hanging from his Queen's hip too. He is glad that Elsa has weapons instead of focusing solely on her winter gifts.

"Your staring, Hamilcar," Esla said, causing him to blink a few moments before bowing his head again.

"Forgive me, Queen Elsa; I am simply glad you don't just depend on your gifts. It means I will have a chance to fight alongside you," he said, slamming his fist against his chest letting out a belly laugh.

Elsa began to rub her forehead thinking about the loyal Chamon warrior in front of her. It gave her a chance to glance over to the rest of the Stormhost, already checking their weapons, and several mighty griffins, demigryph, and gryph-hounds beside their fellow Grey Wardens. She knew that all of these Astartes were from Chamon minus a few from the other seven worlds of Azyr. However, everyone knew who Elsa is, but it gave Elsa a chance to understand why the title of the Winter Queen is one of her titles. She looked at Hamilcar for a moment patting his massive forearm.

"It's alright, Hamilcar. I know you wish to be the first Stormhost through the walls. However, remember Gwyn doesn't care about honors or glory. He wants his sons to return alive, nothing else. However, I know that Druuna joined the Blackstone Stormhost. I know that Shyish and Chamon have an extreme rivalry, especially with Warden-Commander Gilles le Breton and yourself Bear-Eater." Elsa said, giving the massive Grey Warden a look.

Hamilcar just had a massive grin on his face showing that he didn't wish to attempt such a thing before his Queen. Bear-Eater didn't say anything, but the glint in his eyes told the story that the rivalry between Chamon and Shyish still held strong even after the unification of the Eight Realms.

"Bear-Eater and Slayer of Monsters have a bet who shall gain the Nameless King's attention, so Hamilcar wants to breach the walls first." Bear-Eater's second in command announces, coming forward wearing Tacticus Armor with a thick black bear pelt wrapped around his shoulders.

The Astarte held a mighty two-handed war hammer strapped to his back while resting at his hips were two mean-looking war picks. Besides, the large Astarte is a monstrous creature that looks like a mixture of a reindeer and elk. The massive body covered in scars while its antlers were sharp and pointy able to pierce flesh. The beast snorted, staring at a few Demigryphs who back away from the King of the Forest.

"Lieutenant Kristoff Bjorgman and hello Sven," Elsa said with a smile on her lips, seeing the former ice harvester now turned into Astartes.

"My Queen," Kristoff said, bowing to Elsa before turning to his Warden-Commander, each grasping their forearm in the old Second Legion tradition of greeting their brothers. "Bear-Eater, the men are ready, and our brothers are boarding the transports now. I have received word that the Blackstone Stormhost and Ordo Sinisters are preparing on the southern front. Thanks to the Queen's snowstorm, we shall make a smooth entrance along the walls." Kristoff said, letting go of Hamilcar's arm.

Hamilcar had a giant smile; "We have the advantage, and I am going to enjoy beating Gilles to the prize." He said, letting out a deep belly laugh walking off, but not before acknowledging Elsa to get into position.

Kristoff watched his commander walk off with a shake of his head; "I am sorry, your majesty, the rivalry between the two only grew when the reforging into the Astartes. Hamilcar and Gilles were quite the wandering Witchers during the Nameless King retirement from the government." Kristoff said, letting out a small laugh.

Elsa gave a suffering sigh remembering all the reports reading about certain Witchers getting into a fight or specific individuals on certain worlds. The names of Bear-Eater and Slayer of Monsters would always come to her desk or the Chamberlian's desk. However, the Winter Queen shook her head, knowing that such thoughts were pointless. They were at the final stretch of the war. She turned around, heading towards the Overlords waiting to take off, with Kristoff following behind with Sven. However, something stops the three from continuing their path of the sight of Gotrek, followed by his fellow Duardin.

"Stop following me, you fools," the Slayer growled out, stamping his feet at the Dawi who mistook him as the legendary Grimnir.

The followers of Gotrek are a mixture of other doomseekers, a few battlesmiths, and hearthguard Berzerkers fellowing behind the slightly larger Dwarf. The Duardin people have joined the Storm Lords on the Great Crusade, that many victories came thanks to the Duardin people's warriors and technology. However, no one matches the achievements of Gotrek Gurnisson, who is always at the front slaying the greatest of enemies. What is more shocking is Gotrek wears no power armor, only simple leather pants, sturdy boots, a shoulder guard of a black lion, and wielding his massive ax. The most significant and worst Slayer of all Duardin kind. That is what Gwyn had once told Elsa before when asked about Gotrek. Gwyn told Elsa that as a warrior, Gotrek is a simple champion of his people who have faced things that neither of them could believe. However, at the same time, Gotrek is the worst Slayer for the orange hair Dwarf is searching for his doom. Gotrek is forever seeking a death that forever escapes him, so Gwyn told Elsa that Gotrek is the worst Slayer in Dwarven history.

"Gotrek, I thought you were with Gwyn on the Northern front with Stormbringer Stormhost?" Elsa called, coming over to the grouchy Slayer.

Gotrek turned, looking at Elsa with his one good eye for a moment; "Aye, I was, but there is nothing worth fighting. So I took a gunship over to fight on the Eastern front, believing I can find my death. I hear the General is quite the warrior plus those blasted churches hold some worthy enemies too." Gotrek said, scowling about not finding his doom.

Elsa smiled; "I am guessing Gwyn and Glaurung took the biggest ones?" she asked, which Gotrek's expression told Elsa all she needed to know.

"These Jaegers are worthy enemies even if they are just metal," Gotrek said with a growl seeing one of the battlesmiths coming forward. "Get away from me," he growled, looking at the battlesmith turning around and stamping off towards one of the gunships.

The battlesmith gave Elsa a nod of respect watching Gotrek head off, checking his massive power ax that Gotrek wield with such ease. Elsa notices the look the battlesmith gives the retreating form of Gotrek.

"He doesn't like the attention, you know. I also think there are a few other issues, battlesmith, but Gotrek will continue finding his doom. However, I still think he is dealing with other issues that I am not even sure about." Elsa said, giving a small smile to the young Dawi.

The Battlesmith didn't say anything for a moment; his hands turned into a fist while wearing the power armor crafted from the finest Dwarven Smiths. He still wished for Grimnir reborn to acknowledge him or even show those that followed Gotrek a measure of interest. However, instead, all they got is his scoured even after all this time. A hand rested on the Battlesmith's shoulder, causing him to turned to see Queen Elsa giving him a soft smile. Whatever the reason, the Battlesmith felt better from the small action of the Winter Queen.

Elsa knew that squeezing his shoulder wouldn't work from the bulky power armor, but she felt like she had to say something; "I know you follow the Ancestors and learn from their wisdom. However, I think in Gotrek's case, you should watch his actions or understand why he acts the way he does. He never says he is a doomslayer, but instead a Slayer. He must have a different meaning, plus that Master Rune in his chest doesn't mean he is Grimnir reborn, but rather Gotrek is Gotrek." Elsa said with a smile, hoping to ease the Battlesmith's concerns.

The Dawi didn't say anything for a long moment until finally nodding his head; "Thank you for your kind words, Queen Elsa." He noted feeling strangely better after hearing the words from her. The statement of Slayer, though, is something he finds integrity. He turns to his companions, lifting his battle-ax as the Dawi around grumble, nodding their heads; they all went following Gotrek onto the gunship transport for another battle.

The Grey Wardens were boarding the Overlords, Stormbirds, and Corvus Blackstars gunships that would allow them to take the Hive City walls. There were many Astartes that, instead of boarding their gunships they rode their mighty griffins. The weather becomes increasingly difficult for the defenders of the Hive City to see. The Astartes, especially those from the winter planet of Chamon, this is nothing. The Grey Warden Stormhost began their operation to gain control of the Eastern Wall of the Hive City.

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Western Front Blackstone Stormhost

Gilles le Breton stood out as his Blackstone Knights were milling about each proud Shyish Knights that survived the harsh black sands and the robotic undead from the black pyramids. Those mad and hungry for skin and flesh would come into the hunt killing whole villages before disappearing. Gilles stares out; the snow grew heavier from Queen Elsa's abilities which he didn't mind, but he had no love for the snow. Gilles wore the heavy Gravis armor with all its splendor from the symbol of the Storm Lords and Stormhost of the Blackstone. The sign of the Blackstone Stormhost is a greatsword pointing down with a skull and a knight's helmet split between the blade of the weapon. Gilles looks out in the background, the sounds of their armor vehicles rumbling from their bikes, land raiders, rhinos, super heavy tanks, and the massive mastodons ready to unleash hell.

Gilles gripped the hilt of his prize possession, the Dolorous blade, the power sword giving off an eerie green glow as he held it point down. The helmet is mag-latched to his hip as he stared out to the high walls of the Hive City, the final conquest of the planet. He knew that his Stormhost has the most difficulty for how the snowstorm won't hide their approach, but it is why the Nameless King gave them the advanced mechanized armor for this challenge. They were the Blackstone Stormhost for an excellent basis for the black sands of Shyish taught these knights survival and moving forward. Besides, Gilles knew that he had to beat that fucking Bear-Eater that's all Gilles cared about at the moment.

"Warden-Commander Gilles," the voice of Lieutenant Cross stomping forward with the soft steps of Lady Druuna following.

Warden-Commander Gilles turned his head, seeing the sight of the massive bulky Aegis Terminator armor, a helmet covered the warrior's face. The Lieutenant held probably the biggest halberds ever forge like its nothing, but then again, Holden Cross is a mountain among men that grew larger during the forging. Holden is the firm base for many of the Blackstone, which Gilles knew quickly, even the legendary Lawbringer of Shyish stories. Who stood against the flesh-eaters for ten whole nights with the barest of men and supplies. Gilles is glad that he has a man like Cross as his firm right hand. He glances over to see Lady Druuna wearing her skin-tight pilot skin allowing her access to the throne. She even had her hair tied up for easier access for specific connections to her implants.

"The Titans are in position. The Blackstone is ready for the final war. We have received word the operation shall begin within the next few minutes." Cross said, slamming his fist against his chest, which Gilles returned.

"Thank you, brother. Lady Druuna, I am honor that you and the Lost Knights are joining us on the Western Front." Gilles said, giving the pilot his full attention.

Druuna shook her head; "It's alright, Warden-Commander Gilles, this front shall face some of the harshest fightings, so the Lost Knights and Ordo Sinisters will join the Blackstones in their challenge." Druuna said with a smile seeing Gilles with a sword. "Are you not going to use your infamous Green Ax that you use during your travels as a Witcher?" she asked, tilting her head.

Gilles laughed, shaking his head; "No, I felt my sword is appropriate for the moment. Do not worry next time the ax will come." He said, checking his wrist bolter.

Warden-Commander looked out, seeing his brothers prepared, many of them wearing the heavy Gravis and Terminator armors for protection. However, those on the assault bikes were wearing the lighter Tacticus power armor. The Blackstone is far more taking routes out of their knight origins for their transports, and assault bikes are their mighty steeds. It makes Gilles's mind and hearts good, seeing the culture of Shyish's knighthood didn't disappear after the reforging. It made it far better for some of the Terran culture mixed well with the Stormhost with a few of their sayings, salutes, and handshakes. Gilles fully agreed with Lord Gwyn's wish to join the Firstborn and the new blood together into a stronger brotherhood.

"Tell me, Cross, did we receive a few of the Abyssal Knights and Sisters of Silence from Artorias the Abyssalwalker and Knight Abyssal Krole?" Gilles asked, remembering reading several reports from different Stormhosts on the world and a few in the void.

After taking over the first Hive City of Aurdan Deongolia, Abyssal Grandmaster Artorias went hunting with few knights. A few of the civilians' rumors about the Maid Church caused Artorias and Jenetia to find it strange, especially some of the Priestess and Priest appearance, including specific actions. So they both, with a few knights, went to one of the churches within the Hive City. Gilles doesn't know what happened, but all he knew is Artorias returns to Lord Gwyn with bloody and severed heads of worshippers of the serpent. The order for the destruction of the Church of the Maiden to all Stormhosts. The Church is worshippers of the white snake, which means the Storm Lords must do their secret duty. He saw enough of it on certain realms, including his homeworld of Shyish.

Cross lifted his arm, causing a holographic data-slate to appeared, allowing him to read over everything for a moment. Gilles and Druuna watched Cross find the information knowing the operation will begin very soon.

"You are correct, Warden-Commander. The Abyssal Knights and Silence Sisters have given us a few of their warriors to deal with our section of the Hive City. Every front has an attachment of the hunters. However, once we break through the walls, entering the Hive City itself. They shall break away from each Stormhost to complete their duty to the Nameless King." Cross said after finding the operational outline giving each Stormhost flexibility in combat.

Gilles gave the nod reaching down, grabbing his helmet, staring at it for a moment before placing it over his head, the hissing followed by the click of engagement to the rest of the power armor. The Warden-Commander stared out to his brothers seeing they were ready, the sound of engines beginning to roar all across the land with the warhorns of the Warlord Titans fellowing. Druuna knew that it is time as she gave the two Astartes a nod each before heading back to Shastar, knowing war is calling them all once again. The Stormhost Blackstone all prepared for the final assault. Gilles moved forward to his mastodon, his honor guard waiting for him wearing their Gravis armor to match their Warden-Commander. He stared at his brothers for a long time before nodding his head stepping into the assault carrier.

The Blackstone mechanized armor moved out like a cavalier charge of ancient times with rhinos, land raiders, and tanks going towards the massive Hive walls. The assault bikes weaved in and out of the gigantic assault transports. It wasn't long before the riders transition into their jetbike transformation, beginning to fly above the charging armor. The jetbikes joined the group storm speeders hailstrike, hammerstrike, and thunderstrike variants. The rumbling sounds of Imperial Knights and Titans follow behind the Blackstone armor charge. The increasing snowstorm grew with each passing moment, but the wall's defenders saw the armored fist heading straight to their position. They did everything they could to destroy the sea of vehicles, but their weapons were sadly unable to stop the unstoppable charge. However, thanks to the super-heavy tanks, the Astraeus, Fellblade, Falchion, and several others caused many defenders to lose faith in seeing their siege cannons do nothing against those monster tanks. The Western defenders felt increasing despair the coming sight of the monstrous Titans and Knights coming through the growing fog. The defending enemy General ordered all men to use artillery barrages across the front from the cannon emplacements. The explosions engulfing the assault transports torn into the ground, smoking billowing upwards.

Many soldiers that this is the moment they held, but through the smoke, missiles rocked through, destroying the emplacement cannons. What worst, the radio of the east, south, and north were all attacking at the same time. Just like fingers curling upwards to make a fist. The Second Legion began to crush all sides of the capital. The first breach of the walls would come from the northern line, for the mighty sight of Glaurung swooping down and Gwyn jumping off Nameless in hand, the chances of victory dramatically lessened. The statement proves very true when a Primarch descends into battle, the hint of success begins to disappear.

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Northern Wall Defense

Gwyn lunged forward, Nameless piercing through four enemy soldiers; with little effort, the soldiers didn't even have time to scream for the shock. He pulled out his bolt pistol, turning his body firing off several rounds. Gwyn watched as heads evaporate into puffs of red mist. He swung Nameless around, causing the four bodies to fly off into a group of soldiers trying to charge him with bayonets. The Storm King took pride in their courage, but it mattered not as he gripped the shaft of the swordspear causing yellow lightning to arc across the blade. Gwyn thrust the weapon forward, causing the lightning to shoot forward across the pathway. The lightning is beautiful how it surges forward, crackling and arcing before finally hitting the lead soldier. The beauty stopped for a chain reaction happened as the surging lightning began to chain across the group. The screams are the only thing Gwyn hears, watching flesh melt, soldier's body spasms, and burnt flesh. Gwyn doesn't know how he should feel. It's like he's not even present in his actions once again firing at soldiers watching arms and legs be blow off by the bolter shells.

"My Lord," a voice called out, causing Gwyn to turned his head, wondering who is calling him.

The sight of the Dragonslayer rushing forward wielding his power spear with such fury, decapitating heads or spearing through mortal men. Ornstein wore the most refined Tacticus power armor engraved with his deeds of Legion Master, Witcher, and now as First Warden of the Stormbringers and Equarry of the Storm King. The white lion pelt still hung upon his shoulder, flowing behind him. The Dragonslayer spear is piercing another soldier in his way as Ornstein finally made it to Gwyn. However, Gwyn notices his Honor guard, the Stormcasts, were following in the wake of Ornstein's trail to meet him. The Stormcasts each worn the most advanced armor one for each situation. In this assault, Gwyn's Stormcasts were using Tacticus and Gravis armor for this operation. However, their war gear is probably the finest from their plasma incinerator, melta rifle, and heavy bolt rifles. These Stormcasts reacted whenever the enemy got close with either melta charge or hail fire of bolter fire.

"My Lord, you went ahead again on Glaurung," Ornstein said, slamming the butt of the spear into the ground.

Gwyn gave a nod of his head; "I am sorry, my son. I wish for this war to end. I tire of war beside I want to finish this before the Emperor is supposed to come with one of my brothers to show me the ropes, I guess." Gwyn said, having started the invasion at least six months before the Emperor and one of the other Primarchs are supposed to join him.

He tried negotiations, but the reveal of She who thirsts has their claws in this world he couldn't allow it to fester like a wound. The only thing that made what is happen bearable for Gwyn is they shot first during integration into the Imperium. However, why they fired didn't make him feel any better, but those were useless thoughts at the moment. Before any of his Stormcast could react, he fired his pistol once again in the distance. Ornstein blinked, wondering what his Lord shoot at until seeing the puff of red mist from a sniper's position.

The Stormcast saw that they almost lost their Primarch. Although he is wearing Dragon-helm, the internal systems are probably far more advanced than their helmet's systems. However, the sound of a rocket launcher causes a Stormcast to try and protect their Primarch from the sudden missile attack. Gwyn saw one of his sons try and rush him, but suddenly his cloak reacted as if the black fabric is alive growing, wrapping it around Gwyn and the Stormcast. The rocket slammed against the material, engulfing the two in an explosion. The remaining Stormcast was shocked as one of them lifted his bolt rifle, pulling the trigger where the shot kills the rocket user.

Once the smoke clears, the sight of a strange black fabric cocoon is where their Primarch and brother used to be until the fabric unraveled itself, revealing they are uninjured. Gwyn looked down at his son with a smile patting his shoulder as the cape returned to normal. The Shroud of Storm is a unique cape made out of nanobots from the Dark Age of Technology. It is only thanks to the abilities of Duardin's most remarkable minds that created the Shroud of Storm for Gwyn. Ornstein came forward knowing that his Primarch is safe, for the technology that the Storm Lords has access to is far more advanced than Imperium could hope to match.

"My Primarch," he said as Gwyn gave a pat on his son's shoulder, who tried to protect him.

The Nameless King turned to look at Ornstein; "What's the update on the other Stormhosts," he said, wanting to know how the other fronts are doing.

"The Grey Wardens and Blackstone have breached the walls a few moments after us. The combined might of the Mechanicus and Sunbreakers broke through the south defensives." Ornstein said, glancing over to the information coming across the battle.

Before Gwyn could respond, the ground began to shake, causing everyone on the wall to stop turning to the interior of the Hive City. The sight of humanoid Titan began to move towards the front to try and stop the Stormbringer's advance. Gwyn watched the massive Titan that looked like something from Pacific Rim Jaegers, but it didn't matter. The Titan kept moving quicker, picking up speed, but a gigantic shadow and form rammed into the charging Titan. Glaurung tackled the Jaeger to the ground letting out a bellowing roar. The mighty Godbeast easily overshadows the Titan, for Glaurung could easily match the giant Imperator-class Titan. The intense storm grey dragon used its massive claws to the armor chest of the Jaeger. The machine tried to throw a punch, but Glaurung reacted before the force could connect. The Dragon's head rose to open his mouth, flames building up in the back of his throat. The blinding sight of fire erupting from Glaurung's jaw engulfing the head of the Jaeger.

Gwyn watched his partner's flames engulf the head of the massive machine while the flames flicker across the buildings, melting the buildings around the two beings. However, those screams within the area of the soldiers and whoever else are in the combat zone. Glaurung continues to melt the mighty war machine until it's nothing but melted scrap metal. The roar from the Dragon told victory across Hive City, which made the Stormbringer's intensive of the assault increase.

Explosions are happening throughout the deeper parts of the Hive City, which Gwyn caught sight of, knowing that the Storm Lord's particular commando unit, the Blackhearts, made their move.

Ornstein saw the explosions; "It seems like the Blackhearts did their job again. I never understood why you created such a unit with such problematic personalities, my Lord." The Dragonslayer said, thinking about the few Astartes that didn't get on with their brotherhood.

Gwyn glances at Ornstein shaking his head; "Lieutenant Reiner can handle them. The man is your brother Ornstein. Although he did well on the Path, it didn't mean he didn't wish to be away from his brothers. Beside the Blackhearts are the vanguard and those that think outside the box for us. They aren't a Stormhost, but just a tightknit unit of brothers." Gwyn said, deciding to focus on their assault. "Tatl, Tael; show me the map," the Primarch ordered.

The two ghosts appeared, their eyes glowing, causing the holographic image of the capital to appear before Gwyn and Ornstein. The situation across the Hive City is looking grim for the defenders, but the Storm Lords the operation is going perfectly. The four Stormhosts were a perfect choice to attack the final Hive City. The Nameless King's sons completely overtook the outer walls beginning to move into the city.

"It seems the plan is going accordingly. The Dracothion is over the head, so we shall have orbit cover too," Ornstein said, watching Glaurung finish off the Titan after melting it down completely.

Gwyn didn't say anything; instead, his eyes focus on the map watching the enemies' movements watching the fighting retreat. The Field Marshal is commanding his soldiers quite well, but it seems his Generals are on par with the Field Marshal's tactical abilities. The Nameless King saw for massive command towers, which he guessed is where the Generals were.

"Tatl and Tael send a message out to all fellow ghosts. Target Beta, Charlie, Delta, and Echo" he pointed to each command tower. "All Stormhosts will have Target Alpha as the central command center," Gwyn said to each new target making sure that Warden-Commanders knew their duties.

Ornstein stared out to the cityscape destruction, smoke, and fires everywhere. He lifted his spear, resting it against his shoulder. "I think I finally understand something, father, why you don't care for the Great Crusade," Ornstein said, seeing a civilization that survived the Warp Storms, and they decide to fight against them and the Imperium.

The Nameless King glance at his son for a moment, not say anything; "I like exploring, discovery, and seeing the unknown. Don't get me wrong, Ornstein, I will fight for my sons, but for the Imperial Truth or those out there in the warp. It's all about lesser of evils, nothing more or less." Gwyn said with a sigh walking forward-pointing Nameless out to the destruction before them. "However, we have our duty and our oaths. I will keep them until either the Emperor and the Imperium breaks them or if those in the warp make a move." Gwyn said, thinking about the future.

Ornstein and the Stormcast stared at their father, seeing why their father and Primarch are worthy of following. He leads from the front, knew all their names, but most important, Gwyn gave them the truth, the absolute truth. The Second Legion had always been hunters of the Old Night, but now they knew the truth, and their eyes open thanks to Gwyn. They knelt, bowing their heads in honor.

"In War, Victory. In Peace, Vigilance. In Death, Sacrifice." They said as one which Gwyn smiled at his sons.

"Ours is Fury, my sons," he said, turning to look out, hearing the sounds of battle becoming all-encompassing. "Tell the Abyssal Knights and the Sisters of Silence they are clear for their duty and deal with the serpent which is poisoning the world," Gwyn said, stepping forward to end this conquest once for all.

The final battle of Aurdan Deongolia gave the Storm Lords the much-needed experience and understanding of their new bodies, weaponry, vehicles, and new tactics. The Storm Lords revealed that their new Primaris bodies are far superior to the Emperor's original blueprint for the Legionius Astartes. However, Gwyn tried to keep many surviving ancient buildings, records, and knowledge throughout the capital. There is still the loss of precious and nonrecoverable databases, libraries, and certain facilities throughout the Long Night destroyed through urban warfare. However, the hidden aspect of the whole world is the duty that the Abyssal Knights and Silence Sisters did hide from the public eye. The Head Priestess of the Church of the Maiden tried to unleash the warp upon the planet but ultimately failed due to the combined efforts of Artorias the Abyssalwalker and Sister Ciaran. The Imperium will never know the single hidden victory, for only the Storm Lords will honor the sacrifices and heroics. After the death of Field Marshal Abraham and his Generals, the last will of the defenders die. The capital couldn't survive the engulfing storm of the Storm Lords.

Gwyn stared out of the former Presidential office, looking out to the burning husk of the Hive City, which his legion conquered. He let out a sigh glancing over to the four Warden-Commanders within the office plus Druuna and Elsa. Ornstein of the Stormbringers, Gilles of the Blackstone, Hamilcar of the Grey Wardens, and finally, Aodh of the Sunbreakers, mainly from the planet of Hysh. Aodh stood tall, wearing a heavy Tartaros pattern terminator without a helmet-wearing, scar-beaten face with a shaven head. They all stood around while Druuna sat on the desk while Elsa stood tall, filled with her queenly aura.

"How were our casuals throughout the whole campaign?" Gwyn asked, still staring out at the destroyed city.

Ornstein pulled up a holographic screen filled with information from the Silver Hand; "Our deaths aren't massive, only fifty of our brothers. The wounded we suffered isn't much, for most of the deaths were from the Northern line defense with the enemy Titan and the elements from the Abyssal Knights fighting against the serpent's brood. However, since we took a soft-hand approach with civilians by our support armies, ships, and vehicles, we have among the Expeditionary fleet. The personnel is helping too, which is good with the heart and mind's plan." Ornstein said, showing the results of their progress.

Elsa read the numbers; "At least the rebuilding efforts by Tesla's and Leonardo's fleets, men, and supplies are making a huge difference. The planet should be back to normal within a couple of months." She said, trying to ease what they just a few weeks ago.

Gwyn sees the massive iceberg that Elsa made while helping the Grey Wardens push forward, encasing much of the section where the Grey Wardens came broke through. Elsa is powerfully, but her ability to unmatch something so huge causes her trouble. However, Gwyn saw several floating servitors working on melting the ice for freshwater. He kept looking out, still wearing his storm grey armor and black nanite cape, not removing his power armor. He continues to look out for all the history they destroyed in six months.

"We control a system six months earlier than the War Council wished, and we did it by ourselves instead of waiting for the Emperor and whichever Primarch is joining him to show us the role. I wish we did this peacefully, but with the serpent's fangs sunken into the world, it couldn't have worked." Gwyn said, turning around looking at his sons and wives. "The Stormhosts did well; all the Warden-Commanders did their duty well and kept civilians causalities low as possible. The few Iterators we have onboard had already begun spreading the truth about the Church of the Maiden." Gwyn said, having a slight smile on his face. "I am proud of everyone single one of you for doing such a good job. However, I want you to know now. The road will become more challenging and more demanding as we move forward." Gwyn said, looking at those knowing that everyone is listening to him through the ghosts.

The Warden-Commanders all slammed their fists against their chest, bowing their head honor by their words. They all left to complete their duties and prepare for the coming Emperor and Principia Imperialis or the 1st Expeditionary Fleet. The Storm Lords had much to hide from whoever the Emperor is bringing with the fleet. Once Gwyn is alone with his wives, he returned, looking out to the Hive City, trying to harden his feelings at what he just did. It isn't easy trying to have the mindset of a true Primarch, one who knows that what they do is conquest and mass murder. Gwyn can only guess that the emotions of being an average person are what makes this so tricky, the full encompassing of total war he will have to do every single time a system or planet doesn't wish to join the Imperium.

Druuna hopped off the desk, walking up to Gwyn placing a hand on his shoulder; "I know it's hard," she said with a gentle smile. "But if you don't wish for what you saw in the warp to come true, you will have to keep going, for this is your burden and path." She whispered, leaning up and trying to push Gwyn down, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you, Gwyn, and I will stand by you just like Elsa and Lileath do too. You saved us all and gave us the chance of freedom and knowledge to do what we wish out in the galaxy. We know that someone can take our freedom, but our knowledge, at least not yet," she said, smiling at him.

Gwyn laughed; "That is true. We don't know if there is something out there that can take someone's knowledge." He said, turning around kissing Druuna on the lips, feeling a bit better about what she told him.

Elsa came forward wrapped her arm around his armor arm, resting her cheek on his cold power armor, yet it didn't bother Elsa. Gwyn smiled, enjoying the sense of peace that these two brought him whenever he felt uneasy. However, he knew that those feelings were slowly disappearing, making him wonder if he is becoming more Primarch than mortal. It is these moments that reminded the feelings of being mortal. They continue to stare out of the destroy Hive City, but the sight of the Mechanicus was slowly beginning to repair the Hive City. Gwyn knew that the planet and its people would heal, but how long is the question. The Nameless King let out a sigh until a beeping sound told him someone wishes to speak with him.

"I guess the thankless job as a Primarch is beginning once again," Elsa said with a smile leaning up, using her ice abilities to raise her a bit more, kissing Gwyn's cheek as well.

Gwyn smiled; "It's a full-time job. Honestly, I miss my cabin on Malleus more than I can even tell you." He said, turning around making his way to the Presidential desk, tapping a button on the desk.

In the center of the office, a holographic image appeared of Star-Lord Admiral Adalmann sitting upon the command throne onboard Dracothion. The old void Admiral had easily commanded the fleet, even using three Stormhosts which allowed ship-to-ship battle far easier with boarding action. However, the planet's void fleet wasn't that impressive, but Gwyn is pleased that Adalmann saved most of the ships from destruction. The Admiral leaned forward from his throne, but as he moved, he began to let out a nasty cough which seems to reach deep into his lungs, causing his body to shake a bit.

"Are you doing alright, Star-Lord Admiral?" Gwyn asked, worried that his most experienced void expert is sick. Gwyn knew that Adalmann is old, probably older than most could think, but the man's mind only gotten sharp as the years went back. The only problem had been the man's body is giving out on him. However, that didn't stop Adalmann's wish to continue sailing the sea of stars.

"I am quite alright, my Lord Gwyn. I am sadly just becoming old, and age is beginning to catch up to me, that's all." Adalmann said, waving off the aides coming to try and help him.

Gwyn frowned slightly out of concern for the old Admiral wishing the man could have become a Primaris Marine but knew Adalmann would have refused simply for not seeing the need. "I hope you're taking care of yourself. We just started the Crusade. I know there are challenges out there for you that you can't even imagine," he said with a smile crossing his arms.

Adalmann let out a dry laugh leaning back within his throne; "Don't worry, my Lord. I plan to see most of this galaxy and show them that the Azyr system has the greatest spacers throughout the universe." He said pride filled his eyes, sparkling as he spoke of such things.

"I am glad to hear that, my old friend. I expect you to show why I consider you the greatest Admiral ever." Gwyn said, making sure that Adalmann knew that he still had faith in the older man's abilities. "So what is it that you vox me? I'm going to guess something is entering the system, or did we miss something in the system?" he asked, getting straight to business.

Star-Lord Admiral Adalmann von Hopfberg leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together until his fingers intertwined together. "Astropaths and Navigators throughout the fleet feels the turning currents in the sea; however, from what Lady Elodia says that how the sea of soul currents is acting strangely. I know only when the warp currents worked like this, and that's when the Emperor showed up. So am making the assumption we are going to be greeting the Emperor within the next few hours." Adalmann said, eyes solely focus on Gwyn.

The Primarch knew that he disobeyed orders from the War Council. He is supposed to wait until the Emperor, and one of his brothers show up. Gwyn, however, decide to go ahead with his plans to a startup trying to get the planet to join the Imperium peacefully, but that failed. It sadly gave Gwyn a chance for his sons to get the experience they needed to bloody themselves. He wishes that it still didn't happen, but he needed to move on.

"Understood, prepare fleet formations for the Emperor's arrival. I will send out a planet-wide vox announcing the arrival of the Emperor. However, once you get their fleet signal and who they are, I want to know right away." He said, wanting to prepare for whoever is coming with the Emperor.

"Understood, my Lord"

"Thank you, Adalmann. I congratulate you on your void battle and how many ships you were able to capture, too," Gwyn added before turning off the communication between them.

Druuna smile; "Now I wonder what the Emperor will do once he finds out we went ahead on what he wished to show us, huh." She said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

Elsa gave the nod; "Agree we were supposed to wait for the rest, but I instead make sure we didn't show our cards and abilities just yet. Especially with our Primaris Marines, we are creating and not what the others are doing." Elsa, having seen the action of the Primaris Marines multiply times already, and they were impressive.

Neither Druuna nor Elsa knew what the original Space Marines could do, yet they can only guess it's not even half of what Gwyn's sons did with such ease. Gwyn turned around, heading back to the window, looking out to the city before calling for one of his ghosts to appeared. The machine appeared as it began sending a live feed of Gwyn to everyone throughout the 2nd Expeditionary fleet for all could listen.

"Attention, my sons, friends, and comrades, Our Emperor should be entering the system within a few hours. I want you to be ready for his arrival, and one of my brothers is joining him, so be prepared for that arrival. We shall show them how we have already conquered the world and the worth of the newly forged Storm Lords. So show your pride for our first of many deeds, everyone." He said with a smile before ending the live stream.

Elsa walked up; "That was well short and to the point like always," she said with a soft smile.

"Thank you," he said with a sigh letting his shoulders lower, allowing the image of a proud warrior melt away for the moment; "We better get ready for the Emperor and whoever he is bringing with him," Gwyn said, turning around and walking out of the office.

"Who do you think he's bringing with him?" Druuna asked, following alongside Gwyn.

Gwyn glances at Druuna before stroking his chin in thought, stepping out of the office; "I don't know, but I hope it's not Leman Russ. I don't know if I can deal with the Wolf King and the Emperor at the same time." Gwyn said, figuring that his luck isn't that bad.

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Bucephelus: 1st Expeditionary Fleet Principia Imperialis

The Master of Mankind stared out golden swirling of the warp as he shielded all those within the Expeditionary. He thought about meeting Gwyn again to show him how to conquer his first world and get the population ready for integration. The War Council sent the Second Legion's orders to appear to a low-threat level star system. It will give the Emperor an excellent chance to see Gwyn's enhancements on the Astartes Project and what sort of wargear these Duardin people crafted for the Storm Lords. He remembered the conversation between him and his son as Gwyn wished to improve the Astartes his son found on that massive ship. Gwyn didn't tell what he saw, and the Emperor is curious, but thanks to Gwyn's natural ability as a blank. The Emperor couldn't 'convince' Gwyn to give him any answers. However, now this is the chance for Revelation to see what his son created.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention, turning his head slightly to the side, seeing Constantin Valdor coming forward in all his splendor wearing his ornated suit of Custodian Armor. There is a look upon the Captain-General which told the Emperor that his Chief Custodian wishes to speak to him. Master of the Lines turned away from the swirling gold of the warp thanks to Emperor's abilities protecting their journey.

"What is it you wish to say, Valdor?" Emperor asked, giving his Chief Custodians his full attention.

Valdor didn't say anything for a moment, wondering how to bring up his concern about this newest Primarch. "Do you believe he will wait for us?" Valdor finally spoke, wanting to know his thoughts.

Master of Mankind didn't speak a moment, almost as if he thought about what he should say to such a statement, but he knew his son. "I believe Gwyn will try to start negotiation with the government of the world first. He doesn't wish to fight for needless bloodshed, but I think he will wage war if there are no other options. Do I think he will wait for us, though?" Revelation said with a heavy sigh. "I think so in terms of waging war, but for beginning negotiations, no, he will start peace talks and integration before we arrive unless he finds something," Emperor said, feeling like he got a good understanding of Gwyn.

"You believe it's a good thing to bring him with us to meet Lord Gwyn?" Constantin asked, wondering how the Emperor's son will reach to meeting his newest brother.

Emperor gave the nod; "Yes, I believe they will get along quite well, and beside the other one is waging war at the moment. I couldn't bring him away from his duties, but the compliance shall be complete within the next few months. I will send the Second Legion to join their next conquest so Gwyn shall fight beside both his brothers." Emperor said, turning back to the swirling warp.

Valdor gave the nod knowing that the Emperor has plans for the 2nd Expeditionary fleet, for the assets meant to defeat horrors of the Old Nights. However, Valdor still wonders about the Primarch. The Chief-Custodian still believed the Primarchs weren't needed, just like the Astartes. However, the Emperor and Malcador had their grand plan to follow the procedure loyally to the Emperor and his vision.

"You know that Gwyn and these Storm Lords are more like those of the Age of Technology and following the Age of Strife. Aren't you worry that the Second Legion and their Primarch will not fit in with your plans for humanity?" Valdor asked, knowing the Second Legion meant to hunt down the dark things created during those terrible ages.

The Emperor gave a nod of his head; "I know, but that is Gwyn's purpose. It would be best to fight the things in the dark with the same stuff, the dark fears. Do not worry, Valdor. I am not going to let the Second Legion run free, but just enough rope to do what they need for the Great Crusade." Revelation said, knowing Valdor's concerns were correct.

Before they can continue their conversation, an alarm and vox message sounded throughout the whole ship and probably the entire fleet.

"Attention: We are now exiting the warp. Prepare for realspace reentry." The announcement came through the vox, allowing everyone to prepare for returning to realspace.

"It seems we shall see if my son is glad to see me or meet his brother." The Emperor said, turning away for the view which returned to the deep darkness and twitching stars. Valdor and his fellow Custodians followed behind the Emperor as he made his way out of the viewing room, handing to the bridge.

The group walked through the massive hallways of the Bucephelus until finally reaching the gigantic bridge, and the thousand of the crew quickly moving around with disciple and purpose. The crew ignored the Emperor, Custodians, and the Primarch already looking out to the void standing at the bridge's center.

"Leman," the Emperor said with a smile staring at his barbarian son standing arms across his metal grey armor covered in Fenris runes engrave upon the armor. There is a mighty Fenrisian wolf pelt hanging from his back. Krakenmaw is resting against his hip, the massive chainsword waiting for battle. His honor guard, the Varagyr Wolf Guard, stood ready, all of them wearing totems, furs, and engraving of Fenrisan runes. There special weapons made in the forges of the Fang on Fenris.

Leman Russ, Great Wolf, and Wolf King turned his head, hearing the Allfather's voice. A savage smile appeared on his battered face seeing his father the Wolf King's blond hair in a thick ponytail with braids mixed into his hair. He nodded to the Allfather before looking out to the window seeing the entire mighty of the newly formed 2nd Expeditionary Fleet. However, it is the massive warship in the center that caught Russ's eye. The beast is easily a leviathan waiting to unleash whatever armaments the beast held. That savage smile appeared on his face wondering if his prized Hrafnkel could stand up against such prey. He knew that the Second Legion had almost suffered a legion's death, but now it seems his young brother has brought the Legiones Astartes back from its death's throws.

"That is quite a warship my brother has found Allfather. I am curious if it's a predator or prey," Russ said; his predatory smile appeared in full with his canine teeth flashing in the light.

The Emperor smiled; "Agree, that ship is from a completely different time and highly advance from what the Mechanicus could scan from it, but even their scans couldn't show everything. So what secrets that warship holds seems to be Gwyn's alone." He said, staring out to the Dracothion in the center of the massive fleet.

Leman Russ gave the nod before glancing at the planet; "It seems my brother jumped the gun and took over the earth before we could meet up. However, it seems the Imperium has another star system. They conquered it in six months, give or take a month or so," Russ said, stroking his chin, eyes alight with interest.

The Emperor gave the nod; "So it seems. I guess we shall see what has happened when we head down there," he said, deciding to prepare for another father-son meeting plus a brother-to-brother meeting too.

The Master of Mankind boards his Stormbird with Leman Russ and their honor guards. While the fleets were beginning to move into the position, he received a digital file about compliance with the system. However, when he reached the Church of the Maid, the Emperor understood why Gwyn started the invasion and destruction of the world's government. One of his enemies planted seeds upon the world that began taking root. It pleased the Master of Mankind that the Second Legion performed just as intended and continued their purpose in the Great Crusade. The aftereffect of the war, though, it seems that Gwyn took a personal hand in it as well. The Emperor saw how Gwyn honored the last Field Marshal and the four Generals that tried to stop their fall. It seemed that Gwyn used their funeral and status as heroes who wished for peace but followed orders to try and save their planet and people's life. The action seemed to work on the population for how the Storm Lords honored their enemies, giving them all hero funerals and rites.

The Stormbird finally entered the atmosphere heading to the principal capital of the planet. Emperor and Russ looked down at the holographic image in the center, allowing them to see the still destroyed Hive City. However, they also saw the rebuilding progress beginning all across the different sections of the Hive. It even seemed like life has already started to return to the people living in the Hive. The Emperor is curious what temporary government system Gwyn had put into place before the Imperium sent their officials. The transport gunship land on one of the primary landing pads for essential individuals. The clamps disengaged, allowing everyone to move within the Stormbird as the Emperor and Russ were at the head of the exiting the gunship.

"I ask that you don't pick a fight, Leman, especially with your brother. I don't think he will act like Horus did when you two first met." Emperor said, causing Leman to laughed, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, father. I shall be good unless he uses Maleficarum, then he has nothing to worry from me," Russ said with a grin as his wolf-kin Freki and Geri stood beside him, waiting to leave the transport just like the rest of his Varagyr Wolf Guard.

The ramp lowered, revealing the outside world to the group as they descend the ramp heading to the group waiting to greet them. Primarch Gwyn is wearing Aegis of the Storm, the Dragon-helm resting at his hip as the Shroud of Storm flicked by the wind. At Gwyn's hip is mighty Ghal Maraz having almost a glow to the weapon. First Warden and Equerry Ornstein stood tall beside his Primarch on his right side. The Emperor takes a look at who the Emperor assumes is his son's wives, both looking beautiful and regal, but he senses power coming off those two. However, behind the four is ten heavily armored guards, each wielding a massive tower storm shield and equally massive thunder hammer. The Emperor didn't know what type of armor his son's guard worn, but it is far more significant and bulkier than the Custodes armor.

Leman Russ looked upon his brother, feeling a wrongness coming off of him. He notices that his Rune Priest and Equerry Kva react to all of those within the Second Legion. Russ knew what they were the soulless ones or the Draugr, those without souls. He tried to control his snarl, but it is becoming difficult. The hair on the back of his neck rose as the Emperor step forward with him following. He found it interesting no one knelt, not the Astartes, the two mortal women, or even his brother. They all stood tall unbounded before the Allfather.

Gwyn wanted to curse and scream at his rotten luck of having the Wolf King coming down with the Emperor. The legion that joined the Emperor gave the codes of the Sixth Legion. That only meant the Vlka Fenryka is here. Gwyn wanted to meet Russ after a couple of years, maybe a decades even. He didn't know how to deal with the Wolf King and the Vlka Fenryka, especially their culture or thoughts with the warp. The Primarch didn't wish to know what they thought of Blanks, Pariahs, and Nulls if the Nameless King had a guess, probably something undead or something stupid like that since they are the Space Vikings of Warhammer. None of that mattered at this moment, for right now, he had the Emperor of Mankind and Leman Russ standing directly in front of him.

"Emperor and brother?" Gwyn said the last bit, unsure as to he didn't wish to amuse anything.

The Emperor gave a gin patting Gwyn's shoulder; "Gwyn, it's good to see you again. I got your report about the failure of diplomacy with the former government. It sometimes happens to all of us." He said with a smile before wrapping his arm around Gwyn's shoulder, leading the Primarch to Russ. "This is your brother Leman Russ Primarch of the Sixth Legion known now as Vlka Fenryka," he said, allowing the two to introduce each other.

No one said anything as Leman's wolfish eyes stared at Gwyn's storm blue eyes for a long moment before a feral smile return on his face. Gwyn knew what the fool is about to do, and he didn't wish for him to do it. However, Leman Russ rears his head back before finally headbutting Gwyn right into the face. He felt pain across his nose, face, and teeth causing him to stumble backward from the sudden attack. What made it worst Russ spat right on Gwyn's feet, which made everyone tense and stop. The Emperor didn't even look shocked, but he did stare at Russ than at Gwyn. The Nameless King wiped his mouth, tenderly touching his nose please that Russ didn't break it. The Storm King let out a sigh glancing over to the Emperor, looking at Gwyn now, gave a look to Russ, which the Emperor seemed to know what he said through a look. The Emperor let out a sigh before giving a slight nod.

Russ looked between the two, not picking up what the two were doing or even saying. However, before the Great Wolf could say anything, a mighty straight fist slammed into his face causing him to fly backward almost off the platform, but a hand grabbed the collar of Russ's Armor of Elavagar. Russ blinked a few times, staring up at Gwyn, who held him. A strange look of displeasure appeared on his face. A roar caused Russ to look up, witnessing something overshadowing the sky itself. He couldn't get the complete look before another fist slams his face causing him to blackout for just a moment.

The Emperor watched as Gwyn jumped off the platform, still holding Russ as the massive claw of Glaurung shot down, encasing his two sons, flying them out of the Hive City and to a place to fight. He turned his head, seeing how all the Varagyr Wolf Guard didn't even know how to act, and Kva quickly turned on the Storm Lords.

"Don't worry, Equarry Kva Who-Is-Divided, my husband and your liege Lord shall be back soon, hopefully after working out their difference. My husband can take a lot of disrespect from many people, but he doesn't take well when someone disrespects the armor that was gifted to him by very important oath-friends and allies." Elsa said, coming forward while a few Stormcast came forward, their shields ready to defend their Queen.

The Emperor watched the action of Russ's sons but held up his hand, causing everyone to stop as he stared out to the massive Dragon dropping his two sons away from the Hive City. "Don't worry; I think it will do good for those two," Emperor said, turning his head at Equarry Kva and Queen Elsa.

Kva gave a bow of his head, showing he will follow the Allfather's order. "I understand, Allfather. However, I do wish to leave the Wolf King alone without his Varagyr guards." Kva said with a bow of his head.

"Do not worry. I can only assume Gwyn and Lord Russ have a little brother bonding is happening right now." Elsa said before giving her attention to the Emperor. "If you please, Emperor, we shall give you a tour of the slowly getting the planet ready for the Imperium," Elsa said, motion for everyone to follow her and Druuna.

As they were leaving the platform, a sound of fighting began to make it to the Hive City. A few stopped turning to see where Glaurung laid out, watching the two Primarch's fight. They could already see the destruction of the area in which the two fought against each other. Elsa notices how the Vlka Fenryka kept staring out at the unseen fight between their Primarchs. She knew that a few were wishing to be there to watch the two. However, the Winter Queen knew that right now, she had to deal with the Emperor.

The Emperor looked out, seeing how the city is beginning to repair and rebuild the Hive City, but at the same time, he notices how the people are welcoming the help. He continues following his son's wives before glancing towards the new Astartes following behind the two women getting a sense of their genetic signature and process from the original model. Emperor of Mankind can fully attempt how these Primaris are very impressive stronger, faster, and even better than his original model. He can tell there is some Dark Age of Technology gene craft weaved into their new DNA. However, it's Warden-Commander Ornstein which the Emperor found so impressive. The process to change the original Astartes into this Rubicon Marines is surprisingly successful, but he notices the subtle changes within Ornstein. He will have to look at Gwyn's notes on this new gene-craft of the Primaris Astartes.

They reached the Presidential office, where the honor guards were standing outside the office with only the Custodes inside and Kva, Elsa, and Druuna joining him. The Custodians stood all around the office as if they were golden statues. The Emperor sat down behind the desk in an overly large chair that would take the weight of his armor. He looked at the three standing before him. The Emperor stared at his son's wives, still trying to figure out how Gwyn's sexual desires came forward when the Emperor made sure that his sons had no libido, yet somehow one of his sons has two wives. He even made sure that attraction wasn't even possible during their creation. The Emperor is proven wrong by the two beautiful women standing in front of him.

"I am quite surprised you are married to my son. Queen Elsa and Lady Druuna?" he asked, glancing at the second woman who gave the nod about her name. "I can tell you two make my son very happy, which does my heart good." The Emperor said, seeing data slates stacked up, ready for him to look through.

Elsa could tell the Emperor is trying to figure out why Gwyn has sexual needs and the libido, which almost made Elsa blush, but she held it back. She did not need it, especially during this meeting with Gwyn's creator. Elsa knew that she had to keep Gwyn's secrets that he told her during their time together. However, Druuna decides to enter the conversation playing off how people thought of her as just a beautiful nothing else.

"Gwyn is just Gwyn. That's all," Druuna said, shrugging her shoulders. She leaned back, looking at the most powerful being in the Imperium; "However, I do think Gwyn will also improve and grow stronger with each challenge. The purpose you created Gwyn for will do what you need; don't worry, Emperor." Druuna said, seeming like she knew what the Emperor is thinking about Gwyn's duty.

The Emperor gave the nod understanding the subtle Lady Druuna used in his worries about the Second Primarch. However, the Emperor knew that he would have to watch the new Storm Lords. The Anathema began to think maybe he should send one of his Custodes to be his eyes within the Second Legion, especially from what he noticed with their armor and weapons. The Emperor knew the Mechanicus wanted these technologies, which the Duardin people have created. He glances over towards the two, feeling like they knew far more than how they were acting at this moment.

"The War Council will call for the Second Legion and the Sixth Legion to wage war against a rising threat on the growing Imperium's flanks. The scout ships reports of a small interstellar kingdom of some sort that is growing. I believe this is a good chance for Leman Russ and Gwyn a chance to fight together. The Kingdom isn't significant. It only has four-star systems under its aegis. However, it's the actions of their rulership that makes me think someone or something is pulling certain strings." The Emperor explained, pulling out a device of a half orb.

He tapped a series of buttons allowing the holographic image of the current Imperium map, continually adding, adjusting, and changing over days, maybe even hours. However, the Emperor tapped a specific star cluster which showed the encroaching unknown forces upon the Imperium's borders. The map zoomed in to a particular collection of planets and stars, revealing the northeast of the galaxy. There are only a few numbers to identify the system of planets. However, there is an angry redline getting closer to the Imperium borders.

"Do you wish for us to try a diplomat route?" Druuna asked, looking at the information that the scout ships could get on their newly discovered foe.

The Emperor gave the nod; "I would like it needless death isn't something I wish, but if they do not submit, then I shall have the Wolves and Storm deal with the issue. However, as I said before, I feel there is something more sinister in these actions." He said, looking at the three while Kva knew his duty bowing his head. Elsa and Druuna continue to start at the map.

"The Rout shall do what the Allfather needs as always we know our purpose and role," Kva said with a bow of his head as the Rune Priest felt honor.

The Emperor gave the nod before turning his head, staring at Gwyn's wives.

Elsa and Druuna continue to read the reports, numbers, and whatever other little bit of information they could gather before saying anything. During their time with Gwyn traveling the Azyr system, they learned that knowledge is fundamental. They knew the Emperor is either testing Gwyn or maybe even the abilities of the Storm Lords, from equipment to the improvements which Gwyn made to the gene-seed. However, they both knew they were in a rock and a hard place at the moment with the Emperor. Elsa figured that the Emperor knew this and expected them to say they couldn't, but decided to do something that would seem normal to everyone else and confuse the Master of Mankind.

Druuna and Elsa both bowed their heads curtsy before the Emperor and spoke as one; "The Storm Lords shall gather their Stormhosts, allies, and fleets to prepare for the new order presented by the War Council and the Emperor of Mankind. Although the Nameless King isn't here to give his oath, the complete your decree sent forth to deal with these encroaching forces." They said, keeping their heads and eyes down the whole time.

Everyone is pleased by the statement, but the Emperor kept a neutral expression, yet how they spoke told him enough. However, he held the act going for time is still against them, and humanity needs unification as soon as possible. Emperor knew that Master of Mankind already found three of his sons, which means the others have to be out there throughout the galaxy. He glances down at all the data slates for a moment, picking one up, noticing several with some of the highest clearance. The reports show just how deep-rooted Chaos once been, but it seemed like the arrival of the Second Legion halted many hidden plans. However, the success is there, which means the Emperor had his hunters. They need more experience.

"I guess the Rout and the Storm Lords must prepare themselves for a new compliance against an unknown force." He said, closing up all the data slates knowing that Malcador will wish to read these reports.

Kva gave the nod, "I shall inform Hurscarl Blackblood about the upcoming deployment which the Root is needed once again." Kva said, bowing his head as the Rune Priest left the Presidential Office.

"I think Elsa and I should also prepare, although we didn't use the full strength of the Stormhosts within the Storm Lords. There is still a lot we must do if we are to leave by when you wish." Druuna said as Elsa nodded in agreement.

"Of course," the Emperor said, watching the wives of the Nameless King left the office, leaving him alone with only his companions. "Valdor," Emperor said after a moment of thinking, tapping his finger against his cheek.

"Yes, my Emperor," Chief-Custodian said, stepping forward.

"Your thoughts"

Valdor kept that same stone look upon his face, not say anything. He gathers his thoughts to a point; "Do you believe it is smart to have those two fighting on the same war front?" he questions, knowing how Leman Russ's home planet greatly influence him and the Sixth Legion as the Great Crusade continue matching on.

"Leman knows his purpose just like Gwyn does. However, while Leman completely accepts being the Executioner. If you look at the other Primarch, Gwyn, meant to hunt the things in the darkest places of the galaxy. It is one reason I grafted such power Blank, Null, and Pariah DNA into the Primarch's creation. The Primarch's soul seemed to adapt to allow him such a powerful aura, but one he can control. It makes me wonder what the pod reacted to within the Immaterium." The Emperor said, glancing out the massive windows.

Valdor followed his liege's gaze. The sight of the massive Dragon still lousing upon the rocky plains taking up much of the landscape. Dragon's presence looking down at the dust cloud of the fight between Primarchs seems to continue during the conversation with representatives of each legion. However, the Captain-General knows that such things didn't matter, at least for the moment.

"So you believe Gwyn has embraced his role for the Imperium?" Valdor questioned, needing to prepare for anything situation.

The Emperor stood up, stepping away from the hardwood desk, making his way to the window, stopping crossing his arms watching the brawl in the distance. "I don't know," he spoke, finally turning to see Valdor had followed him to stare out the window. "I believe Gwyn has accepted his role, yes, but Gwyn is like me in my younger years before I met Malcador. He will challenge me and fight me on my decisions and actions. Which I will need during the Great Crusade or when I began to change. However, at the same time, I genuinely don't know my son's mind even after speaking with him as if he knows what will happen after the galaxy unified under the Imperial Aquila. He is always watching me just as I am watching him." The Emperor said with a small smile.

Valdor tilted his head; "So shall I place some eyes upon the Second Legion and the Primarch? I notice that the Astartes of the Second are enhanced compare to the original work of Amar Astartes, Ezekiel Sedayne, and yourself. That isn't even speaking of the armor and weapons." Valdor said, continuing to watch the growing dust storm.

"Not yet, Constantin. However, we shall be watchful of the King of the Wild Hunt. However, until then, I will allow him to run free and as far as he wishes. If he doesn't come when I call for the Wild Hunt, then he shall have chains."

Valdor gave a nodding understanding; "Of course, my Emperor," he answered.

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Brawl between Wolf King and Nameless King

Russ felt another haymaker slamming into his left cheek, causing him to stumble. The Great Wolf didn't even have time to defend the kick, which sent him to the ground. The rock formation shattered from Russ's bulk flying there. The Wolf King had a wide feral smile still on his face splitting out a mixture of drool and blood. He ran his tongue over his back molars, feeling them still in place. He glances overseeing his brother shaking out his hand, wearing a black synskin bodysuit under his armor. The two previously pulled off their power armor throughout the brawl until they were both wearing their bodysuit to make it even. Russ glances over to Gwyn, seeing his face just as beat up as he felt at the moment with a nice blackeye on Gwyn's left side. He notices how the Second held his side where Russ got a perfect shot at the reinforced ribs.

Russ spat out some more blood; "You know, when I met Horus, our other brother, he laughs off what I did to him. Now granted, I didn't headbutt him, but still I issue the challenge," he said, reaching up snapping his once broken nose back into place.

"You don't say," Gwyn said, grabbing up to his dislocated right arm, shoving it into place, grunting, feeling the pain for only a moment before his body heals itself. "I would have left the headbutt to go, but it's what you did afterward is why we are having this brawl, Russ," Gwyn said, rolling his shoulder feeling everything back into place.

Russ let out a growling laugh shaking his head; "Aye, I notice that, brother." He said, lowering himself like a wolf ready to strike. "So why did you hit me?" he asked, continuing to speak, stalking forward, eyes alight with the brawl.

Gwyn let out a sigh cracking his neck; "You don't disrespect a gift from my Duardin friends, especially when you're a Duardin friend. They aren't an accepting group of people." Gwyn explained, getting back into a fighter stance.

Russ rushed forth like a wild animal, but that is far from the truth. Gwyn saw control, precision, and discipline from the rugged fighter that Leman Russ act before everyone. Gwyn braces himself as Russ tried to tackle him. The Great Wolf thought he got it, but he felt Nameless King's elbow, knee held the center of his back and chest holding him in place. That caught the Wolf King flat-footed by the action. Gwyn wrapped his arm around Leman's neck, using his strength, lifting him into the air legs strike up before Gwyn fell back. Russ felt his back hit the stone ground, causing another crater from the action. The air escaped Russ's lungs from the action, but the following step from Gwyn is quickly mounting Russ slamming his fist into the Great Wolf's face again and again. Each blow came hard and fast without remorse, but it only made Russ enjoy the fight more. He got his hand out from Gwyn's trap by grabbing his wrist, tugging Gwyn forward, trapping the Nameless King.

Gwyn growled, fighting against the move, but sadly Russ got the Great Wolf's positions by the struggling Storm King. Leman Russ got the armbar into place, putting the press on Gwyn's joint, trying to get Gwyn to tap out.

"All you have to quit, little brother, and it will all be over." Russ snarl putting more pressure on the armbar, not letting the Nameless King go.

Gwyn growled, still struggling, not giving Russ the satisfaction of quitting to someone who called him little brother. He worked until getting enough leverage to roll around, yet not without causing more damage from the burning of his muscles and tendons. However, Gwyn can hold his fingers together, lifting Russ back into the air. The action caught the Wolf King off guard again until feeling his back slam into the ground once again. Gwyn let out a roar, backing away, holding his arm, beginning to test the range of motion. Russ tried to get back to his feet, but instead, his face meets Gwyn's foot, causing Russ's nose to break again and slamming back into the ground.

The Nameless King is breathing hard, but he didn't move close, clutching his arm, feeling the elbow joint almost torn apart. However, Gwyn's body began to heal the damage as quickly as he received it from Russ. The Storm King let out a sigh shaking his head, feeling his bruises, wounds, and muscle began to return to peak performance once again.

"You know we will continue doing this for quite a while. I don't wish to kill you since I don't want the label of Kinslaying on my name." Gwyn said, seeing that Russi is still facing the sky, breathing heavily.

Gwyn made no action to get closer, knowing that a predator is most dangerous when cornered, and though not cornered, the saying still works in the situation. Russ stood back up, shaking the rubble out of his thick blond hair. The glint in the Great Wolf's eye and the feral smile widening told Gwyn that the fight is still on between them. A part of Gwyn didn't mind if the brawl kept going, but another part wishes to finish what he had planned before leaving. Russ lunged forward, wholly gone to his battle lust, while Gwyn rushed forward to meeting Russ at the center of the destroyed landscaped from the two battling Demi-Gods. The two began to exchange blows relentlessly. There is no defense from either of them; instead, it is pure utter aggressive with punches flying back and forth. Russ had an enormous grin on his face feeling another strike right across his cheek, but Leman got the same gift on the opposite side of his face. However, the follow-up strike into his kidneys and side cause his breath to get caught. Russ struck right back just a ferocious, slamming his meaty fist into Gwyn's stomach and sending a right cross to follow up the punch to the gut.

Suddenly, almost like the Primarchs were reading each other thoughts slamming their heads at the same time. The two kept putting pressure against their foreheads, with Leman Russ having a blood grin tasting the genetic purity of blood dripping on his lips. Gwyn had a firm look upon his face, yet the twinkling in his eyes. The two clenched their hands together, struggling to gain the upper hand.

Gwyn began to chuckle; "You know Russ, there is one thing you should know. You're the younger brother, not me," he said, leaning his head back before sending another headbutt again, which gave him the edge he needed to overpower Russ.

"ENOUGH," the voice of the Emperor announces, causing his two sons to stop breaking away before Gwyn could send another headbutt to Russ.

The two Primarchs were rebreathing heavily, stepping away from each giving themselves some space. Gwyn and Russ looked swollen, bruises, blood dripping from open wounds; there were even black eyes. It is funny that Russ's right eye became a black eye while Gwyn's black eye rests on the left eye. However, Wolf King had the biggest smile on his face after the brawl, not having one in such a long time. Gwyn, however, is just tired and wanted to get a bath or clean up; see Uther for his wounds. The time though, wasn't right, seeing the Emperor of Mankind with his Custodes all standing around guardian spears ready just in case either one of them will stop or lost to their bloodlust. What made things a lot worst is the Varagyr Wolf Guard and the Stormcast, ready to fight each other if their Primarchs continue their fight. There is also the fact that Elsa looked very pissed off by how bad Gwyn looked, so there is that.

Gwyn held up his hands first, showing that Gwyn finishes with the brawl looking right at the Wolf King; "I am calling it a draw or my lost I don't care. I did what I needed to prove a point not to disrespect my power armor and weapons again because I won't let it slide again, Leman Russ." Gwyn said his voice is cold when speaking about the gifts from the Duardin and being able to use their sacred forge and the Anvil of the Void.

Russ's bloodlust settles down upon seeing Gwyn's reaction and holding his hands up, actually attempting defeat, but it didn't even feel like a win. He knew that he picked the fight and his brother fought him back even took it seriously too. Leman let out a breath that wished for freedom, but the grin stayed on his face. However, Russ understood when an oathbound friend gives you a vital gift; nothing can or will replace that feeling. Russ splat out some more blood and split before wiping his mouth from drooling. He took a few steps forward, looking Gwyn right into the eyes with a hint of respect.

"I recognize my failing and will be sure to correct it," Russ said right at Gwyn.

Gwyn's eyes widen upon hearing the famous phase that so many Vlka Fenryka use as much as there are no wolves on Fenris. However, the Nameless King understood the meaning of those words, which Russ just told him. Gwyn didn't say anything for a moment before finally nodding his head holding out his hand. Russ looked at the outstretched hand before reaching out, but Gwyn beat him, grabbing Russ's forearm pulling the Wolf King close to him. Gwyn stared right into Russ's wolfish eyes as the yellow and stormed blue meet each other. The two didn't say anything for a long moment before nodding his head.

"We're brothers Russ, and that means something to me. However, we fought and bleed against each other, but now I can guess we will bleed together against a common foe." Gwyn said, nodding his head.

Russ gave Gwyn a smile letting out a laugh nodding his head; "Agreed, brother agreed. Now our sons will stain the snows red very soon, I believe." Russ said, grinning like the savage he pretends to be for everyone.

The Emperor of Mankind walked forward, looking at how his sons acted pleased that they seemed to like each other. "I am glad that this little brawl of yours seems to make you both come closer together. I will be sending both Legions and Expeditionary fleets to their next enemy of the Great Crusade. I already gave your Equerry and Wives what I am expecting from both of you." The Emperor said with a smile on his face.

Gwyn glances over to Elsa, who gave him a subtle nod telling the truth of their next conquest. The Nameless King gave the same slight nod in understanding, which means they shall talk after everything is said and done. The two Primarchs broke away, Russ slapping his hand right on Gwyn's shoulder, causing him to wince.

"Quite the Brawler Gwyn. I can tell you now I am fascinated by that massive beast of yours too," he said, pointing to Glaurung finally deciding to move from his position.

"Yes, Glaurung is quite the Godbeast in the Azyr system, probably one of the greatest of Godbeasts in my humble opinion," Gwyn said with a smile seeing Elsa rolling her eyes about that comment of the greatest of Godbeasts.

Russ stares at the great Dragon, who looked right back at Leman Russ as if he were nothing before the true apex predator. However, instead, Russ saw a challenge before him, which he shall overcome and be the apex predator. Gwyn saw that look on Russ's face which almost made him sigh, but he stopped himself. The Nameless King knew the outcome from that fight, and Glaurung will figure out what Primarch flesh tasted like and hopefully wouldn't have a taste for it in the future.

"I have my Wolf-Kin Geri and Freki. They have been with me as long as I can remember, my wolf brothers." Leman said, seeing Freki and Geri watching their packmate.

Gwyn turned his head, seeing the legendary Wolf-kin of Russ, the Hearth Wolves of the King; those wolves are the symbol of the Space Wolves deep into the future, especially the spiritual sense end happens as foretold. However, Gwyn shook his head, trying to think about such things, especially with the Emperor watching them a pleased look on his face.

The Storm King turned to nod his head towards the Emperor; "I am guessing the information for the next battlefield will have my sons with Russ's boys working together?" he asked, wanting to confirm his thoughts or theories.

The Emperor gave a nod of his head; "Yes, the Storm Lords and the Vlka Fenryka will bring this fledgling nation into the folds. They know more, but I expect both fleets are sailing through the warp within month or two," he answered. He knew that the Second Legion is still on the planet with their Mechanicus allies.

Gwyn gave the nod looking over, seeing his Stormcast having already gathered up his armor yet left Ghal Maraz alone, for only the Nameless King is allowed to wield such a weapon. He made his way overreaching out, gripping the shaft of Ghal Maraz, lifting it with ease resting it against his shoulder. The Storm King glances, seeing the modified Stormbird King of the Storm waiting for its master to return and take it back up home.

"That is one hell of a hammer, brother. I can feel the wyrd from here." Russ said, having gathered up his armor and Krakenmaw. The Wolf King knew that if Gwyn used that weapon, it would kill him by crushing his chest completely.

Gwyn looked at the head of Ghal Maraz for a moment before nodding his head; "It's one of a kind, Russ, and it's been with me for quite a long time. You will see it in action during our next campaign." Gwyn said, making his way to King of the Storm with Elsa following beside him and the Stormcast matching all around him in a protective detail.

The Emperor and Russ stood watching Gwyn return to his flagship. However, the two stood as the Emperor glance around, seeing the destruction which the two caused. The Emperor expected for how he created the Primarchs, but it is quite the sight to see. However, that is not why he stared; instead, he glances at Russ seeing the wounds already beginning to heal.

"Your assessment and thoughts?" the Emperor asked, going back to the retreating Stormbird.

Russ continues to watch the retreating Stormbird; "He's good at a brawl, I can tell you that, but there is quite the cunning mind there. He didn't act like Lupercal when he first met me; instead, Gwyn reacted as I would expect on Fenris. However, it wasn't until I spat on his feet is when he took action against me." Russ explained once the Stormbird disappeared into orbit. The Wolf King turned to look at the Allfather; "I will have my Rune Priests and sons watch the Second Legion. Those Astartes are far different than my sons. If I had a guess, then it seems more like a lower genetic work of the Custodes of your father. However, that is only a guess, but the smell coming off them tells me they are strong." Russ said, giving his assessment of Gwyn and the Second Legion's new appearances.

The Emperor nodded his head; "I have the same thoughts Leman" the Emperor said, agreeing with Russ's conclusion. "However, keep an eye on him when you are waging war together, especially in the planning phases of the campaign. Constantin speaks highly of Gwyn's ability to use tactics and planning in all aspects of system invasions." The Emperor said, patting Russ on his shoulder before leaving with his Custodes, who followed around him.

Leman Russ gave the nod before turning to see Kva walking over to his Jarl. "Jarl," Kva said with a bow of his head, seeing how beaten his Primarch is from the fight.

"Kva," he said to the Rune Priest, giving his old friend a big grin. "What did you sense?" Russ finally asked, wanting more information about those he will wage war with very soon.

Who-Is-Divided looking down as the High Rune Priest didn't speak for a moment before staring up to his Jarl's eyes; "They are all Draugr my Jarl. However, the woman feels winter itself. It is like the winds of winter flows through her very being. It is like nothing I have never seen within the Seas of Soul before." Kva said, trying to explain to his Jarl the best of his abilities, especially with the gnawing feeling of the Draugr's presence.

Russ grunted at his Rune Priest's words; "I understand. I guess we shall see what the Second have transformed into after meeting their Primarch." Russ said, nodding his head, feeling the call of war once again.

"I recognize my failures and will be sure to correct it," Kva said, knowing he should have done better for his Jarl.

Leman Russ waved Kva off; "I know you shall, Kva. That is why your my equerry, and you're the High Rune Priest. Now come let us rouse the Rout for war once again," he said with a wolfish grin heading off. At the same time, the Varagyr Wolf Guard quickly followed their liege to the gunship, waiting to bring the Wolf King back to the Hrafnkel to rouse the Root once again.

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Dracothion: Gwyn's quarters

Gwyn washes his face off from the sink feeling his bruises, wounds, and black eye, quickly healing as if the brawl between the Wolf King and him never happened. He let out a sigh staring at himself in the mirror in his private bathroom. Gwyn is wearing some comfortable old-school grey sweats while being completely shirtless. He examined himself, seeing the scars littering his upper body, the worn expression on his face, and the depth of his storm blue eyes. However, if anyone else looks upon him, they will see the perfection of the Primarch as a piece of art crafted by the greatest of artists and sculptors. Gwyn let out a sigh running his hands along his face before stepping out of the massive bathroom. He stood in his private quarters, which easily far bigger than Gwyn could like, but everyone said that appearance does matter.

"So the brawl between you and Russ, did you learn anything?" Druuna asked, sitting on Gwyn's massive bed holding an ancient book with actual pages made out of paper.

Gwyn looked at Druuna, wearing nothing but a tank top and some shorts turning the page on whatever she was reading. "I did, and Leman Russ is truly a gifted warrior. I honestly don't know if I could defeat him if he fought seriously with me." Gwyn said, making his way to the bed for a few hours of sleep.

"Bullshit," Elsa announces herself wearing a light blue lace teddy, joining them into bed.

"Huh?" Gwyn asked, looking over at Elsa.

"Gwyn, I think when I say this that Druuna will agree with me, but you are quite the warrior yourself. It seems to us that you always hold back in some way or another." Elsa said, trying to put in perspective what Elsa saw whenever Gwyn fights.

"Elsa's right Gwyn. I know you're holding back sometimes. Gotrek always complains about that whenever you two fight. I think you should start giving it all during the wars we wage now. You have to figure out your limits or figure out if you have any limits." Druuna said, being completely honest on that subject of Gwyn's limits.

Gwyn has enormous issues, for he didn't know what a Primarch's limits were in the Great Crusade era. The lore of Warhammer never really said what the said limits of a Primach are since each Primarch did things that no mortal person could hope to match. However, they were right. He needed to figure out just how a Primarch can honestly go, especially for what the future will hold for the Storm Lords and those he cares about in this universe.

"I agree with both of you," he said, leaning over kissing the top of their heads with a soft smile before turning his attention to the center of his bedroom. "Battlemaster Carinus, Admiral Jaina; I need the information about our future foes.

The Battlemaster Carinus appeared with Jaina next in their holographic visions. The center of the room cause images of the enemy fleet, which the scouts could see before escaping. Gwyn stared at the picture, unsure what to think, for the centerpiece of the fleet is a massive void vessel, yet in the center of the structure is a pyramid. The pyramid stood in the center while spread around the pyramid looked far more futuristic, spreading out from the centerpiece. Gwyn remembers seeing something like this before but never saw the media. It looked like one of those worm's motherships. He couldn't remember the alien's race name, but it made him worry about those worms or maybe the Enslavers controlling whoever is controlling that mothership.

"Those are some ship's designs. They aren't something I have in my records, so that means those ships are new. My guess is after the fall of the Federation, probably during the warp storms." Jaina said, staring at the images of the strange designed ships.

Carinus gave the nod; "I agree they are pretty impractical for their motherships and capital ships from what we can tell. What I am curious about is why they created so many pyramid-style ships. At least the motherships have added additions to the vessel while the pyramids look pyramid-shaped." The Battlemaster said, shaking his head in disappointment.

Gwyn listens to the two A.I.s speak about the designs, but he couldn't remember why all those strange pyramid shape ships look so familiar. Gwyn could remember worms, gods, James Spader, and Kurt Russel for some reason. However, the Nameless King knew that nothing is ever what it seems within the Warhammer Universe, so he just hoped it is just Xenos, but if they were something like Enslavers. They were in trouble if they meet the Enslavers so soon.

"It shouldn't be too tricky. The Dracothion is by far surpasses all those ships, but we don't know what type of technology they are using, of course. So maybe that can be challenging?" Druuna said, staring at the images.

Elsa nodded; "If we win the void battles against their fleets, then planet warfare can give us the much-needed experience for the rest of the Stormhosts. However, we will have to watch our backs with the Wolves. I already sent out the information packet about our cousin legion. We shouldn't have any worries about the wolves sniffing around places or people asking questions." Elsa said, having quite the smirk on her face.

Gwyn agreed; "Good, I know those Wolves will try learning and understanding us. However, if we already know their tricks, we can keep them off their toes. I know Russ is probably interested in the Primaris and Rubicon process. That isn't something I am willing to give away to anyone just yet. That's not even talking about the armor or weapons we have for everyone." Gwyn said, laying back down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

The girls looked at Gwyn for a moment before turning back at the two A.I.s; "Do we have any information about the people or race that are controlling those ships?" Druuna asked, adjusting her legs under herself to get comfortable.

"Unfortunately, we don't. The enemy ship attack before the scout ships were able to identify themselves. However, one of the Captains notices that several of those designs seem strangely human, which is why many on the War Council believe they human origin." Jaina said, staring at one of the many reports going through the War Council of the Great Crusade.

Druuna frowned a bit, resting her chin in the cup of her palm, staring at the ships as if she were trying to remember something. She leaned forward, looking for something that only Druuna could see or know what she is looking for on those images. Elsa glance at Druuna, not say anything, pulling her hair out of the braid she decides to wear for the day, allowing her hair freedom and covering her shoulders, and hanging midway down her back.

"Gyptus," Druuna finally exclaims, pointing to a few symbols engrave upon the enemy ship's hulls.

Gwyn blinked upon hearing the name, slowly sitting back up staring at Druuna, tilting his head to the sigh. "Huh?" he asked, not understanding her thought process.

She pointed to the image; "I remember reading in Shastar's library an ancient book about the old religions in the land known as Gyptus. Those symbols" Druuna pointed to some of the symbols engraved upon the biggest mothership; "that symbol right there is the symbol of Apophis, the snake of chaos. So whoever those people know some Gyptus knowledge and maybe religion too." She explained, sounding very proud of herself.

Gwyn blinked a few moments looking closer to the ships seeing different symbols on each hull of those ships with Apophis overshadowing all of them. That caused Gwyn's mind to think of the various possibilities, yet for some reason, worms kept coming to mind, and he didn't know why. However, he did lean over, kissing Druuna's lips, pleased with her discovery.

"Great job Druuna. Maybe we can figure out if those ships are still in humanity's hands or if something happened during Old Night. However, they are attacking the Imperium's scout ships. So either they don't know about Terra thinking it's a myth or Xenos corrupted them," Gwyn said, giving the two options that were most cases the truth.

Druuna let out a pleased moan from her throat but grumble once Gwyn ended the kiss wishing that it continued. However, the glint in Gwyn's eye told Druuna they would have some together time very soon. That is something which Druuna is all the happier to know since it has been quite some time since their last had sex. She knew that she had to stay focus on the discussion right now, for they didn't wish for so many of their secrets of the Storm Lords to get out.

Elsa rests her head against Gwyn's shoulder, thinking, "I say we try talking first and at least get a small party on their ship. It should give us a better idea of what we are going to face, but the question is if Russ is going want to go and speak with them." Elsa said, trying to figure out what the Wolf King had in mind for their upcoming campaign.

Gwyn didn't say anything, instead of wrapping his arms around his ladies, still thinking before letting out a sigh; "Battlemaster Carinus, Admiral Jaina; I want you to get every scrap of data and report from those scouts. I want all Stormhosts running drills and training. I want cooperation between the Second Legion and the Sixth Legion to send a few men on an exchange between the Legions. I like the Witchers to sail ahead of us to gather information and apply their trade. There is something we're missing, and I want to know what that is before we enter a new battlefield." Gwyn said, giving out his commands.

"Of course," the two A.I.s said, each is doing their special salute to Gwyn. The two disappeared back to the information network, which spread across the fleet to speak with the Ghosts and other A.I. constructs to relay orders from the Primarch.

It was finally just the three of them alone, but it felt wrong in a way. They all knew why because one of their lovers wasn't here with them. They knew why Lileath couldn't hide what she was to the Imperium, especially the Emperor, Malcador, and even the Primarchs. Gwyn would never endanger Lileath like that, not for such a selfish reason. He can only hope that they shall meet again as she dances across the Webway with her troupe of Harlequins and Exodites, which took a liking to the now mortal Eldar Goddess. Druuna took Gwyn's hand within hers, squeezing it gently, running her fingernails along the lines of his palm.

"We miss her too," Druuna whispered, giving Gwyn a sad smile.

Elsa leaned up, kissing Gwyn's lips, feeling the cold radiating off of Elsa felt pleasing to Gwyn. She told all her feelings about missing her partner, too, which gave Gwyn a bit more peace of mind. It is nice not having to worry about battle plans and reports for the moment. He is going to enjoy those moments the most. Gwyn moved away from his wives, going over to one of the many closets grabbing something from inside. He held it up as each woman gave him a significant smile.

"You two worked hard last six months. I think a massage will be an excellent thing for both of you." Gwyn said, revealing the lotions which he is planning to use for them.

Druuna gave a sultry smirk on her face while Elsa blushed quite red at the thought of a massage still always seeming so innocent like the white snow she creates.

"I am thinking there is more going to happen than just one of your famous massages, right?" Druuna asked, leaning forward, eyes filled with lust and need for Gwyn.

The Nameless King just smiled, tilting his head; "What do you think?" he asked, starting to make his way towards his two wives, romantic music begins to play throughout the bedroom.

Druuna and Elsa glance at each other for a moment before looking back at Gwyn, Elsa now having that same lust-filled look in her eyes as Druuna. "Good," Elsa said as they both began to undress themselves to get a well-deserved massage from their husband.

Gwyn just smiled, feeling like the luckiest guy in the universe once again as he poured some lotions in his palms, beginning to rub the cream into his skin. "This is my thank you for everything you do for me, loves." He whispered, starting the massage easily using one hand for each of the women's back.

He could only smile hearing the moans, grunts, and sighs of pleasure coming from Elsa and Druuna working on all their kinks, tightness, and soreness, trying to remove it from their bodies. Gwyn is gentle the whole time, and it wasn't long before the girls wanted to return the favor after a nice long-hour massage. It is needless to say, but the sounds coming out of Gwyn's private bedroom caused anyone who walked by it to blush red in embarrassment hearing the very lewd sounds and screams of the Nameless King's wives being pleased by their husband throughout the ship's night cycle.