Unlike the restless Redjak and the angry [Emperor], the coming war did not affect Elaine's thinking.
The Primarch sat on the chair that did not fit her tall body, studying the battle briefing uploaded by the female captain Saleen.
No casualties, a satisfactory battle report.
Even though the military strength of this alien empire is huge, their weak nature and dirty nature cannot compete with the sharpest blade of the empire. The Astartes are undoubtedly a desperate opponent for these aliens. After weeks of reconnaissance and hunting The lieutenant general cut off most of the planet's supplies and communications, and the possibility of a tug-of-war was wiped out from the beginning.
Except for the army assembled on Salem, other planets controlled by the [Brotherhood of Destruction] can be easily recovered with only a few teams of Astartes.
Moreover, these aliens cannot truly fight against the Thirteenth Fleet - their capital ships cannot even match the Empire's cruisers.
But...have you jumped into gangs too many times?
Elaine frowned slightly as she looked at the records of gang jumping that were very rare in the past but had numerous recent records.
It seems that after her return, her heirs suddenly fell in love with the gang.
Crunch, crunch——
The trembling high-end wooden chair seemed to be constantly wailing in response to Elaine's confused mood. It was obvious that even though the seat was considered wide for an Astartes, the source of the material was unknown and precious, and its toughness and strength were even comparable to Plastic steel, but slightly pitiful for the Primarch's extraordinary size.
However, she did not dislike the chair. It was one of the many gifts prepared for the Primarch by the former war dogs.
But the size is indeed a little small.
Elaine thought to herself, feeling the seat that was almost squeezed out of shape by her wide hips.
[Do you have any thoughts on this? Kahn. 】
Without letting her mind wander to unimportant matters, she slowly put down the battle briefing and cast her slightly confused gaze at the Eighth Company Commander not far away.
[I have no idea, mother. Maybe they are just infected by the upcoming war, or maybe they want to build the glory that the Sons of the Mountains will inevitably regain in advance. 】
Facing the doubts of the Gene Mother, Kahn's figure remained upright, but Elaine could clearly detect some pulse-like throbbing hidden in his heart.
Obviously, he is another kid who likes to join gangs.
Elaine felt even more confused about this. After all, war dogs are often sent to high-intensity battlefields as assaulters, but under their strict military discipline, their past action rules are more in line with today's steel warriors - fighting to the death in tragic and bloody battles, Use explosive bombs and jumping shields to continuously advance in the trenches and battlefields. Although there are also close combats, they are not that important.
This is completely inconsistent with their current situation.
The only thing that can explain it is his own return.
Elaine thought.
[...No, this has nothing to do with you. It's just that we are eager to show... our new changes. 】
As if aware of the thoughts and doubts in Elaine's mind, Kahn's inner voice was slightly tinged with urgency.
[Perhaps, my child. Although I have never restricted your interests and military discipline, you have indeed gradually changed. This may be your nature. 】
[It is our nature to obey you, mother. If death is your will, we will do it. 】
[I will never spread that kind of will to you, Kahn. Cherish yourselves as I cherish you. 】
[You are the eternal Lord of the mountains...Mother, before our own lives, what is more important is your will. 】
The pale gold eyes of the Primarch reflected the white and blue power armor of the Son of the Mountain. The spiritual echoes of mother and son's conversation echoed one after another on the sea of souls, and the calm deep water gradually rippled.
The long silence in the room was broken by a sigh.
"That's what puzzles me, Kahn."
Elaine sighed softly, and she looked at the captain who had always maintained obedience and stayed by the Primarch's side during countless corrupted visions.
Although she hasn't found any clues yet... but according to the 'official history' in the cursed knowledge, Scarlet's fate will be watching this heir in the near future.
She definitely didn't want a future like the World Eaters to happen again.
"Are we more...bloodthirsty? This can be explained by the knowledge you imparted to us. After all, the best way to understand the human body is through actual combat-"
Regarding the melancholy and voice that appeared on the face of the Gene Mother, Kahn immediately panicked and examined the omissions in the intention he just expressed. At this moment, the Eighth Company Commander completely lost the silent and fierce look of the past.
Elaine's soft sigh also interrupted his explanation.
"...No, no. My child...the process is not the point, the result is."
"The result...? Do you mean that we will be infected with the... bloodthirst of the Ninth Legion's past?"
"...It could have been worse than that, so much worse - that my worry never went away."
Kaan was silent at the tall Primarch's sad sigh.
He thought hard about the past battles and rumors of the war hounds. Even though they had committed indiscriminate massacres of disloyal civilians, the strict military discipline system suppressed their ferocity, and the rumors circulating among the associations were not There is no mention of the genetic mutation of the war hounds...the flesh and blood mutation of the Fifteenth Legion, the blight of the Third Legion, these weird rumors have almost nothing to do with the Twelfth Legion.
So what is it that makes their great and benevolent genetic mother feel melancholy...?
In this regard, Kahn felt unprecedentedly confused.
After all...for now, except for the fact that most Astartes like to experiment on their enemies with the medical skills they learned from their mothers, he has not discovered any signs of danger hidden in the Twelfth Legion.
"Kahn."
The Mother of Genes was whispering his name softly, and Kahn also looked at the deep and dark gilded eyes in confusion.
"Do you believe in the future... Or that as a chess piece in a grand chess game, you have an almost inescapable fate?"
Kahn's Adam's apple slid slightly.
"...Mother, the Imperial Truth states that...all predictions about the future are superstitious."
He couldn't describe that feeling. He could only see the dazzling and charming golden pupils of the Mother of Genes, which were now exuding indescribable majesty.
And the profound darkness hidden beneath the surface of the sea of souls.
In it, Kahn felt the cold despair that existed in the real deep sea.
"I know, Kahn."
"But...if one day comes, I will not let you leave here, leave the Son of the Mountains, no matter what the cost."
"Even if the price may be your complete disappointment in the empire."
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