Chapter 663: Leon Johnson: I don't want it

The grand parade was over, and the three big guys were completely heartbroken.

After the Hydra Legion left, the Emperor immediately announced the candidate for Warmaster. As for who would get that position, Hogg and Johnson looked at Horus in front of them with gloomy faces.

"Horus, oh Horus, any of us three can be the Warmaster, why let that old bastard be the Warmaster, and what about Abaddon? Why did he run over there?"

"Hogg is right. Even if the meat is rotten, it has to stay rotten in the pot. The three of us are all Primarchs. I have wanted to be the Warmaster for ten thousand years. You don't control your subordinates well. You deserve to die!"

Horus was speechless after being spitted in the face by the two men. He was the most confused person present. He thought his father was going to give him the title of Warmaster.

But Horus was not a soft persimmon that could be easily bullied, and he sprayed it on the spot:
"Jonson, you still have the nerve to criticize me. You are the most sinister one. For the past three months, everyone knows that your First Legion has been forming cliques and factions in Holy Terra, spreading rumors about us everywhere. Isn't my mother your mother?

As for Abaddon, how would I know that he would get involved with Orpersun? Anyway, I have been a Warmaster, and when Abaddon was the Warmaster, I was also the father of the Warmaster. I am better than you, a villain who plots behind the scenes. Tell me! Did you spread the rumor that I glued the Emperor's pillow?"

Horus' accusation made Zhuangsen feel insulted. He roared, raised his fist and rushed forward:
"You're talking nonsense. I'm just dealing with some nosy people who talk about our dark side. How can I talk about the Second, Third, and Fourth Reich? You still dare to frame me. I think you are just the thief crying thief.

Besides, is this a fucking rumor? I saw you go to the club to have fun with my own eyes. As for what kind of service you ordered, you dare not let everyone see it. "

Horus was already in a bad mood, and his past was exposed. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he kicked Jonson with a big kick and pounced on him to wrestle. But as they were fighting, they suddenly remembered something and looked at Hogg who was pretending to be stupid next to them:
"Oh it's you!"

Going back two hours, when the military parade officially ended, the Emperor immediately announced the candidate for Warmaster.

It’s not Lion Jonson, the head of the legion, nor Hogg, who controls multiple lifelines, nor Horus, the First Son, but the damn Orperson!
"My old comrade, after much thought, I still think that you should be the Warmaster. Those unfortunate children of mine are probably ruined in their lives. It is up to the three of us to save the empire together."

It must be said that the killing power of Bai Yueguang is infinite. At the inauguration ceremony, the emperor hugged Orpesson warmly, took off the laurel crown on his head and pressed it on Orpesson.

He also announced that Orperson would be the Imperial Warmaster and Malcador would be the Sigillite, together forming a passionate triangle of old age, which left the Primarchs stunned.

Not only that, perhaps because of the filial behavior of the Primarchs who collectively beat the Emperor, Old Den was so unethical as to appoint Jonson, Hogg, and Horus as deputy Goats, humiliating them to the utmost.

It would have been fine if he had not been able to become the Warmaster, but he was dragged to the front of the stage and displayed in public, and given the title of Deputy Warmaster. The most infuriating thing was that this appointment was issued by Orperson and announced by Abaddon.

"The one who should be the Warmaster is Hogger, right?" "Could it be Lion Elson of the Dark Angels?" "It can't be Horus who betrayed once." "Fuck, who is Orperson?"

Not to mention the Big Three, even the people of the empire had this idea. The selection of the war commander could be said to be the biggest dark horse in the empire. I wonder how many people lost their fortunes because of this.

Seeing his good brother squatting on the ground with a bruised face and smoking, Horus also had an inexplicable strange emotion. He wiped the blood from his nose and advised:

"No, brothers, I really don't want to be the Warmaster this time. After all, I have been the Warmaster once. Although my reputation was not very good afterwards, Abaddon also became the Warmaster afterwards. I have no regrets. I really don't want to compete with you this time!"

"Shut up, I want to be the Warmaster this time!" ×2
Looking at the aggrieved Jonson, Hogg was even more furious. He grabbed the golden hair on his head that he had torn off half and said, "You shut up too. It's really a mistake. All the people who can compete with me have been exposed to negative information, but I didn't expect Orperson, the first warmaster. Now the matter is here. There are only three of us in this room. What do you think we should do in the future?"

Hogg's meaning was very clear. Some things simply could not be discussed openly. It was said that it was for the purpose of liberating the dark side of the empire, but who would be in charge of the conquered world?
Even if these private matters are resolved, how to govern in the future is another question. We can't just fight and do nothing like we did during the Great Expedition.

All the Primarchs knew that it was easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it. Once the battle line was prolonged, if the newly conquered world was not governed well, it would trigger a secondary rebellion, which would not only consume military strength but also give Chaos aliens an opportunity to exploit.

However, it is not possible to just follow orders and not obey announcements. Even the most useless Koze will not tolerate anyone holding him back in this grand expedition.

Thinking of this, Horus, who once served as a warmaster, sighed:

"Don't even think about it. There will always be a way out. In my opinion, Orperson is more suitable to be the warmaster than any of us.

From what I know, this old Deng is a person who only pays attention to the results and not the process. If you, Hogg, are appointed as the warmaster, I suspect the evil god will be happier than anyone else."

"How is that possible? I am the most loyal one. Even Old Man Huang praised me as a father! Could I really betray you?"

Without an external brain advisor, Hogg usually spoke without thinking, but this was also his true words. Then he saw two big guys looking at him with strange eyes.

"Yes, you will not rebel, but that would be more terrifying than humans entering the Warp. God knows what the Imperium will become. If you dare to let the Great Daemons parade on Holy Terra, you will dare to enter Slaanesh the next day."

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Hogg was speechless after being criticized. He couldn't open his mouth to refute. Thinking about it carefully, he was indeed not suitable to be a warmaster. After all, his original goal was to find a big tree to provide shade, and he wanted to slack off.

"Pride, honor, brotherhood, and the great rebellion were born out of these."

Zhuang Sen's voice sounded, as if he had suddenly realized something. He picked up a cup and filled it with a cup of Reka coffee from the water dispenser above Hogg's head.

"Don't think too much. No matter what, we have two million troops in the battle. I can't think of any way we could lose. And that old bastard Olpesson won't rebel. He's completely in the shape of Mara, and with his mother as an anchor, it's hard for him to rebel.

Not to mention that the three of us are also deputy commanders. If he dares to let our people die, I will be the first to chop him off. As for the title of war commander, I don’t want it! "

Pushing open the door of the small dark room, Jonson, facing the sun, left a tall and majestic figure to Hogg and Horus. Under the gaze of all the primarchs outside the door (including the second oldest), he demonstrated his reliability as the eldest son.

"You really don't want it? That's the Warmaster, something you've wanted all your life."

The angel asked what everyone present was thinking. Zhuang Sen did not respond immediately, but after a long while, he made an envious voice:
"Shut up, don't mess with my mind, I really want to be a war commander!"

(End of this chapter)