Chapter 832: A combat meeting or a complaining conference?

"Father, why do you want to stop me from continuing to fight?" With a loud and firm voice, and a hint of confusion and unwillingness, several Primarchs led by Lion strode into the magnificent and majestic hall.

The one walking in the front was Lion, wearing a gorgeous emerald green armor, which sparkled with mysterious light under the sunlight, as if he was integrated with nature; following closely behind him on the left was Sanguinius, wearing a shining golden armor, with a pair of plump and white wings gently waving behind him, like an angel descending to the earth; on the right was Guilliman, who was wrapped in layers of white bandages, but his steps were still steady and powerful, revealing a tenacious temperament.

At this time, a steady sound of footsteps was heard from the opposite passage. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Horus walking slowly towards them.

He was wearing a mighty scarlet armor, like a burning flame, exuding endless majesty.

Following Horus was Angron, whose armor was a striking scarlet color, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Perturabo was wearing a power armor carefully crafted from heavy steel. Every step he took made a heavy sound, as if the earth was shaking.

Fulgrim followed closely behind, wearing an exquisite purple armor, walking gracefully and nobly; at the end was Lorgar, also dressed in gorgeous clothes, and together with the others they formed an eye-catching team.

"Long time no see, Ryan!" Horus took the initiative to show goodwill to the other party with a smile on his face, trying to ease the atmosphere.

However, what greeted him were Ryan's sarcastic words: "Humph, if it wasn't for your good luck that you were found by your father first and entrusted with the important task, then the supreme position of War Marshal should have belonged to me forever!" Ryan said gritting his teeth, with unwillingness and jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Hearing this, Horus did not get angry. Instead, he kept smiling and responded softly: "Even so, this position is still yours, brother."

At this moment, Ryan, who was standing aside, was like an extremely proud lion, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, exuding an unparalleled aura.

Facing such a Lion, Horus behaved very calmly and composedly, as if he was not affected by it at all.

Then Ryan started to sneer again: "I really don't know what you have been doing recently, you stinky bald guy! I hope you don't stay on the Spirit of Vengeance to recover from your injuries."

At this moment, Perturabo, who had been silent all along, suddenly interrupted.

His eyes, hidden behind the heavy steel mask, were as cold as lightning. He quickly scanned the surroundings and finally slowly fell on Guilliman who was wrapped in thick bandages.

Then, he said slowly with a slightly disdainful tone: "I don't know whether Horus is really recuperating on the Spirit of Vengeance, but I know very well that you have a coward on your side who can't even defeat the leader of a mere alien race!" After that, he deliberately cast a contemptuous look at Guilliman.

Hearing Perturabo's sarcastic words, Guilliman's anger was instantly ignited.

He clenched the thickly bandaged hand tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white due to excessive force, and he almost couldn't control himself and punched Perturabo's infuriating face hard.

However, the last bit of rationality and courtesy between brothers forced him to suppress this impulse.

At this moment, Luo Jia walked out slowly from behind the crowd. His steps seemed a little slow, as if he was deliberately trying to attract everyone's attention.

When he stood opposite Guilliman, he deliberately stretched out his tone and said, "Yes, I don't know who is so embarrassed. He almost died in the hands of the enemy. Am I right? It's a shame for the primarch!"

These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Guilliman's heart.

He stared at Luo Jia with his eyes wide open, flames of anger spurting out of his eyes.

Seeing this, Leman Russ on the side immediately rushed forward like a ferocious beast.

He took two steps at a time and came to Luo Jia, then stopped and stared at him with a malicious and slightly provocative smile, and threatened him viciously: "You damned bastard! If you dare to talk nonsense and fart again, believe it or not, I will dig your shit out directly, and from the front!"

At the same time, several Primarchs including Vulkan, Louis, Xerxes and others also walked out quickly from the passage at the rear.

"Hahahaha! Of course you can try, stupid barbarian! In my opinion, the only thing on your body that can cause some harm to the enemy is the strong smell of alcohol emanating from you, right? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, but, compared with the person next to me, your stench is really dwarfed!" Luo Jia raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a scornful smile, and retorted mercilessly.

"Hmph, it's none of my business..." Mortarion responded coldly with a gloomy face. His deep and heavy voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

He was seen standing quietly at the end of the team, his entire body shrouded in a shadow. Only his eyes, flashing coldly through the hood, revealed a hint of heart-pounding murderous intent.

At this moment, Vulkan walked into the crowd with steady and powerful steps.

His tall and mighty body was like an unshakable mountain, instantly blocking Leman Russ, whose eyes were burning with rage, and Lorgar, who was constantly provoking him.

"Okay, stop." Vulkan's gentle yet heavy voice sounded slowly, shaking the entire conference room slightly.

His scarlet eyes scanned the Primarch brothers around him, and then he gently pulled apart the two men who were about to get into a conflict.

Hearing Vulkan's words, Leman Russ glared at Lorgar fiercely, then slowly lowered his raised fist. "You're lucky! I won't let you off so easily next time!" After saying this, Leman Russ turned around and began to look around the conference room, trying to find a place where he could drink wine happily.

"I'm always here, wild dog." Lorgar replied with a gloomy face, and then she flashed and stood back beside Horus like a ghost. Her cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making people dare not look directly at her.

However, the meeting was not affected in the slightest by this minor episode of conflict.

A dozen Primarchs filed in and took their seats one after another. Then, more and more imperial officials arrived, and the originally spacious conference room gradually became lively.

Among those who arrived one after another, there were not only Darth Vader, Palpatine, Kylo Ren, Grand Marshal Thrawn, Dooku, Grievous and Raynor from other worlds, but also Spyder, Macharius, the Grand Master of the Assassins' Court, representatives of the Inquisition and many other chief leaders from various departments of the Empire.

Before long, the semicircular conference room was crowded with people and all seats were occupied.

Everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for the Emperor's arrival.

At this moment, a heavy and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from far away, "Trample! Trample! Trample! Trample!" Each step was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, shaking the entire conference room slightly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a neat column of 1000 imperial guards marching towards them with firm and powerful steps.

They were wearing heavy power armor that shone with golden light, and the metal texture looked particularly dazzling under the light and sunlight.

With every step, the armor collided with the exquisite tiles on the ground, making a crisp and loud impact sound, like the force of thunder, which made people look sideways.

As a thousand imperial guards emerged like a tide, their heavy footsteps seemed to shake the earth. The whole scene was solemn and awe-inspiring.

Amidst this powerful momentum, two marshals of the imperial guards walked out slowly with steady and powerful steps, followed by a group of red guards dressed in bright red armor and gorgeous robes.

These members of the Red Guards, who have undergone careful transformation, are all tall and straight, and are in no way inferior to the famous Imperial Guards.

Not only that, the power of the Force they control has been unprecedentedly improved, reaching the top level. Every movement and every breath exudes a chilling aura.

Trajan and Constantine walked side by side at the front of the Red Guards, like two bright stars leading the team behind them.

On the other side, Yang Cheng, under the strict protection of many imperial guards, came to the crowd with great dignity. He had a tall and majestic figure, a sharp gaze, and exuded an indescribable majesty.

"Everyone..." Yang Cheng opened his mouth softly, and his god-like voice slowly echoed in everyone's ears.

This voice seems to contain endless wisdom and power, which makes people fall in love with it.

"Praise the Emperor!" A burst of fanatical shouts immediately broke out from the crowd.

"Greetings to you, Your Majesty!" More passionate voices rose one after another, resounding through the sky.

"Praise the God Emperor, may your light protect us forever!" People expressed their deep respect and faith for Yang Cheng in their own unique ways.

Faced with this situation, Yang Cheng just nodded expressionlessly, then walked calmly to the center of the conference hall and sat down steadily.

"My children, the cornerstones of the empire!" Yang Cheng's voice sounded slowly like a huge bell, echoing in the spacious conference hall.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree on the high platform, overlooking the people below.

At this moment, a barely perceptible golden light emanated from his pupils, but everyone present was immersed in the tension and anticipation brought about by the upcoming new journey, and no one noticed this subtle change.

The voice seemed to come from ancient gods, with endless majesty and power, and like thunder, deafening.

“We are about to embark on a new expedition to conquer unknown territories and expand our territory! However, before that, we must first eradicate those hateful bugs that dare to block our progress!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire conference hall fell into silence. Only Yang Cheng's powerful and vigorous words were still echoing slowly in the air, like lingering sound in the ears.

Everyone held their breath and listened silently to the leader's instructions, fearing that they would miss any key information.

"Lion, Leman Russ, Perturabo, Curze, Alpha..." Yang Cheng read out the names of several primarchs one by one. Those who were named straightened their bodies instantly, then stood up and waited for Yang Cheng's orders.

"You are responsible for the Nova Federation's offensive direction. You only have one year. I hope that the next time I see a report from the Nova Federation, it will be about their demise."

Several primarchs whose names were called nodded after receiving Yang Cheng's order, and Perturabo was extremely excited among them.

"Finally I can use these aliens to test weapons..." Perturabo thought silently.

"By the way, Perturabo, your performance in the Eye of Terror's defense line is truly admirable! Your tenacity and courage make the entire empire proud. I hope that you, the steel of the empire, can fearlessly show your own hardness and tenacity when facing any powerful enemy, and become an indestructible barrier to protect our great empire!"

Hearing this praise, Perturabo couldn't help but feel ecstatic, but he tried hard to suppress the smile on his face and sat down again with a calm expression.

However, despite his best efforts to conceal it, a hint of uncontrollable laughter still slipped out from under his cold steel mask.

Lorga, who was sitting next to Perturabo, saw his smug look and couldn't help but complain softly: "Look at you, Perturabo. You lost your temper just because your father praised you a few words. I think you might have schizophrenia? This little praise makes you so carried away. Unlike me, no matter how much praise I get, I will remain calm and humble..."

Before Lorjia finished speaking, Yang Cheng turned his gaze to him and said, "Lorjia did an equally outstanding job. He and the Word Bearers Legion he led fully demonstrated their fearless courage and indomitable will to fight when they resisted the fierce attack of the Warp Demon Army head-on. Their will to fight is not inferior to any other legion."

"Hahahaha, praise the God-Emperor, feel your praise, great Holy Father! I will continue to kill enemies for you, and let the enemies of the Empire continue to feel fear! Let those filth from the warp who dare to step into reality roll back to the cesspool where they belong."

When Yang Cheng mentioned Lorga, the laughter that Lorga burst out was louder than Perturabo's voice. What did this mean to Lorga? It was the praise of God. To be praised by God was an endless honor for him!

Perturabo looked at Lorgar in front of him and continued to complain: "I think you seem to have schizophrenia, you charlatan."