Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Free extra: Night talk around the stove about finality and death (1)

+++The Primarchs in this article read "The End and Death 3" extra, which has nothing to do with the main text+++

+++Appearing Primarchs: 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 15, 16, 18+++

+++No translated fragments without the permission of the translator+++

"Read it.

A note was taped to a thick book.

The Primarchs looked at the cover of the book, which showed a picture of the Emperor fighting someone who looked particularly similar to Horus, and they all looked at Horus Luperkar, who was staring blankly at the cover.

"Horus, what are you two doing..." the Wolf King asked roughly, his tone rising and his eyes searching.

"Who drew this picture!" Horus angrily turned the book back to face up. "Although my father looks heroic and tall in this picture, this is no excuse for the bastard who drew the picture to slander our relationship! This book is who?"

"It's not important, Luperkar," Cozz chuckled, his long damp hair falling on his shoulders. He seemed to know something, "We, read it."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Fulgrim stopped him. "You still have water on your hands," Phoenix said disapprovingly, "go dry them, Conrad."

Cozz muttered and turned his face to the side. After a few seconds, he decided to go to the waiter outside the conference room to borrow a handkerchief.

"Are we really going to read it?" Vulkan asked, looking worriedly at Horus, who was fidgeting.

"Don't worry about me," Horus said solemnly, shrinking back into his seat. The wolf heads on his shoulders drooped. "Father and his friend in black gave this book to us and we were supposed to read it."

"I'll do it." Perturabo shook his head, consciously taking on the responsibility that no one could deny. He picked up the book from the table and read the cover: "End and Death, Book Three."

The Primarchs gathered their spirits.

[Preface, this is a legendary era, the galaxy is on fire, and the Emperor's glorious vision for mankind is in ruins...]

"What?" Magnus stepped back a little in surprise. He pinched the monocle that Perturabo gave him uneasily. "Who dares to write that!"

"There is no need to panic, Magnus," Sanguinius said, and the Visionary's brows furrowed slightly.

Magnus nodded reluctantly.

[His favorite son, Horus, gave up his father's glory and turned to embrace Chaos. And his army, the powerful and formidable Space Marines, fell into a brutal civil war...]

Horus covered his eyes with one hand. "Why does Father want us to read this book..." he murmured.

Vulkan came to Horus' side, and relying on his size advantage, he put his arm around his brother's shoulders and gently patted Horus' back through the wolf's skin.

"No," Horus shook his head and straightened up. "Thank you, my brother. But I must face it."

Perturabo quickly turned back two pages, [The siege of Terra has begun. 】

[Interlude No. 1, "I say it again, we still have nine hours. Terra Control Center, confirm. Maintain positioning and light guidance. Terra Control Center, I am Guilliman.\