Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1167: The Awkward Ahriman
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"The Achaemenid Empire encounters a sudden invasion from the Pan-Pacific Empire."

"In the second year after the victory over the Caucasus warlords, the Mad King of the Pan-Pacific Empire declared that he had an unquestionable inheritance right to the Caucasus region. He announced that he would take back the Caucasus region that belonged to him."

"The Achaemenid Empire has assisted us many times. The Mad King used this as an excuse to include the Achaemenid Empire in his war targets. While we were at war with the Mad King, the Achaemenid Empire was also invaded."

"..."

The capital of the Achaemenid Empire.

Allied Forces Command.

The radio was broadcasting news that did not update the latest developments in real time.

The military generals of the Achaemenid Empire sat around the conference table with gloomy faces. Opposite these mortal generals were the primarchs.

The Primarchs, who had grown rapidly, now had the ability to lead legions in battle. Therefore, two years after the Battle of the Caucasus, these supermen were ordered to lead their legions to the Achaemenid Empire to assist the Achaemenids in resisting the offensive of the second front of the Pan-Pacific Empire.

Horus had his hand on the radio, intending to put pressure on the Achaemenid generals.

The other Primarchs sat solemnly in their seats at the conference table.

They were less than ten years old, but their physiques had grown to full maturity.

Among these Primarchs, Guilliman silently stared at a badge on the waists of the Achaemenid generals.

He paid special attention to this brand.

The plate had the arms of a king engraved on it.

It is the coat of arms of Dur-Qarnain, the emperor of the Achaemenid Empire.

After staring at the sign for a while, Guilliman suddenly asked about something that had nothing to do with the current emergency: "You all wear the emblem of your ruler, but around your waist. I personally don't think that position on the waist is the way to put the ruler in the highest position, so..."

Hearing Guilliman's curiosity about this matter, the representative of the Achaemenid Military Group, a knowledgeable and handsome man, looked at Guilliman.

The man was dressed in royal attire, with his name placed in front of him.

Azak Ahriman.

"We don't wear the coat of arms of our emperor out of courtesy." Ahriman forced a smile at this solemn moment and explained softly, "It's because of the emperor's kindness and wisdom. He is the favorite monarch of the Achaemenids. We Achaemenids believe that wearing the coat of arms of this monarch can ward off evil."

"You are very fond of your liege," said Guilliman.

He noticed.

Guilliman had taken part in an expedition to the Achaemenid Empire half a year earlier, and had noticed how the Achaemenids were different from other humans on Terra, as well as how they had in common with those who lived beneath the Thunder of Fire.

civilization.

reason.

polite.

The genes of the Achaemenids have never mutated, and their empire has not been invaded by mutants or other evil forces of the wasteland. It is strong, peaceful and prosperous. It is a beautiful country.

Their emperors were renowned for their enlightened and hardworking rule.

This is also why the Achaemenids would not, like the people around Flame and Thunder, find ways to abandon their homes and come under the rule of Flame and Thunder.

They have dignity, and their lives are not as harsh and poor as those of the Terrans elsewhere.

"Emperor Dur is not the wisest emperor in the history of the Achaemenid Empire, but he is definitely the best." Ahriman said with admiration.

"Is he a psychic?" Magnus suddenly interrupted. "Yes, yes, sir." Ahriman immediately responded to Magnus' words. He always felt that he and this superman had a common language. "I am also a psychic. There are many psychics in the Achaemenid Empire, and there is also a lot of knowledge. We believe that psychic power and knowledge are inseparable companions."

"Let's not talk about psychic powers anymore." Horus interrupted.

He knew that Magnus was very interested in the Achaemenids' views on psychic power. If the two of them started chatting, this meeting would not be a combat meeting but an academic exchange meeting.

Magnus listened to Horus and did not continue the conversation.

Guilliman no longer spoke of wise kings.

"We are in desperate need of help," Ahriman said. "The Pan-Pacific Empire killed two hundred thousand Achaemenids in its last raid. We want revenge, but we are now unable to protect ourselves."

"My brother and I are here to do this." Horus had a calm expression on his face, obviously not thinking how strong the Pan-Pacific Empire's army was.

What's more, the Pan-Pacific Empire is now fighting on two fronts. On the front battlefield, the Thunder Warriors and the Titan Legion have won victory after victory.

However, Horus's calmness had nothing to do with the battle situation.

The Primarch and the Legiones Astartes had just arrived.

This was the first war the Primarch led after two years of military training under Taranis and Valdor.

This was the first time that the Astartes Legionaries fought alongside their Gene-Father.

Furthermore, the situation in the Achaemenid Empire was not optimistic.

because……

boom--

Thunder suddenly shook the entire command building.

All the Primarchs recognized the roar of artillery fire.

"The Pan-Pacific Empire has reached the capital..." Ahriman, who was sitting on the chair, looked very unhappy, and his body suddenly began to tremble. "This means... this means that the defense line around the capital has been breached... No... No... My brother..."

"Is your brother in charge of the defense of the perimeter around the capital?" Magnus asked with a frown.

"Yes, yes..." Ahriman nodded continuously, then closed his eyes and used his psychic powers to sense the presence of his brother.

Then the next second, Ahriman looked at Magnus with horror in his eyes and told him a piece of sad news that was like the collapse of the sky to him.

"My brother, he's dead."

Magnus bowed his head in silence for Ahriman's brother.

From what he knew about Ahriman, he knew that the relationship between the two Ahriman brothers was not very good, but this was normal, just like there were also a pair of brothers who had a bad relationship among the Primarchs.

But if a brother dies, it is hard not to feel grief.

We are connected by blood. This word cannot be summed up by just a few cold words.

Ahriman was overcome with grief.

Guilliman looked at the royal family of the Achaemenid Empire and felt that this guy should not attend this meeting as a member of the Achaemenid military delegation. He should not show too many emotions and demands. It was obvious that this noble was still a little immature.

This also led to a curious question from Guilliman, which was: "Why didn't your emperor come here to attend the meeting in person, but sent you, a noble, to represent the royal family?"

"Our emperor has gone to the front line." replied a general.

(End of this chapter)