Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1197 True or False
After hearing what Qin Mo said, all the Primarchs showed disbelief and surprise on their faces.

Having a seat in the Imperial Senate would not give an Astartes any advantage they desired, but it was proof of a voice.

Just like the human mouth, this organ seems to be possessed by everyone and looks ordinary, but it would be fatal if you didn’t have it.

"Horus." Guilliman immediately called Horus' name, urging him to make a decision.

The Primarchs also looked at Horus.

Guilliman felt that having only one seat would suffice, no matter who or whose offspring it was.

Most people think so too.

But Lorgar felt that Horus would most likely appoint his own son.

Perturabo waited for Horus to name the child he would appoint, and then he would object.

Horus felt the pressure instantly.

This is a difficult decision, as there are more wolves than meat in the Seat. The Astartes have twenty legions and twenty-one primarchs, but only one Seat.

This is hard-earned and extremely precious.

There was no way to divide the seats equally, and if one did not want to cause conflict, Horus' own Sixteenth Legion would have to be excluded first.

Qin Mo also knew that this was a difficult decision, so he signaled to Horus with his eyes that he didn't need to answer and that he would appoint someone.

But Horus felt that he should still take on this responsibility at this time, so he spoke up: "I have decided to appoint Kahn, the adjutant commander of the 12th Legion, as an Astartes member of the Imperial Senate."

Upon hearing this result, Angron, the genetic father of Kahn, was stunned for a long time.

Guilliman was very pleased with the appointment.

Others were more or less surprised.

"Is there something wrong with this?" Ryan knocked his head. "The 12th Legion? Regardless of who that guy named Kahn is, the 12th Legion was very brutal during the Unification War. It was the legion that received the most complaints from civilians. It was not until Angron took over that the legion improved. As someone who could become the 12th Legion, Kahn is probably not a good person."

After a heated argument, Lion looked at Angron and said, "I am only stating facts, man. I have absolutely no intention of targeting you. The soldiers of the Twelfth Legion are not even the coldest-blooded Albians. They are more vicious and brutal criminals, at least most of them are like that."

Hearing Ryan mention the Albian people, Perturabo, who was recruiting soldiers from the Albian people in the legion, glared at Ryan with dissatisfaction.

Angron could sense Ryan's true thoughts, and he didn't feel offended at all: "I agree with Ryan."

"I have given it careful thought," said Horus.

Then he opened his heart and explained why he made such arrangements.

"We do not need a scholar or someone who is particularly good at mediation and management as a councilor, such as Magnus's warrior named Ahriman, or Guilliman's warrior."

"The reason is that one person in one seat needs to speak for all of us, and he can only be the mouthpiece for all of us."

"Secondly, regarding the XII Legion. I once worried that the XII Legion would not obey Angron's command and management, but this is not the case. Most of them are very close to their Primarch and even make changes for him, as was the case during the Great Crusade."

Horus gave a brief explanation, but he had a lot more to say that he couldn't.

Some things always sound cold when spoken in front of blood brothers gathered together.

"Why can't we take turns?" Perturabo asked Horus.

"A person's term in the council is seventy years, almost a lifetime. This is to consider the establishment of a human race that spans the stars in the future, to avoid a person coming down without having time to do anything right after he gets on the throne." Horus looked at Perturabo, "We have twenty-one people and twenty legions. Taking turns will only cause us to quarrel over who comes first and who can come later."

Perturabo spread his hands and glanced at each of his brothers. "Does it mean that each of our warriors can't even live for a hundred years? Why can't we take turns? Is seventy years a long time for us?"

Guilliman supported Horus and explained it to Horus more clearly: "There is only one result of taking turns, brother. When it is the turn of a certain legion, that legion will let its people only propose things that are beneficial to their legion in the parliament." "In the end, the Astartes sitting in the parliament will not be able to represent all of our legions. Then, no one of us will be satisfied in the future, and we will have another quarrel like we are doing now."

Perturabo narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment. He didn't quite understand the twists and turns here, but he couldn't say: Screw it, I don't understand, you guys decide for yourselves.

Finally, Perturabo could only show a hint of sudden realization and nodded.

"That's it, it's settled." Horus showed due courage and toughness, and began to think about how to allow an Astartes to represent all their legions in the council.

Guilliman had an idea: "We have established a wartime liaison group between each legion, responsible for conveying requests for assistance and the progress of the war, so I suggest, Horus, that this group be expanded, renamed, and held regular meetings. All of our legions can express their ideas at the meeting, and then pass them to Angron's people to propose."

"Just do as you say." Horus nodded.

Angron was lost in thought.

……

Somewhere in Terra.

This is the accommodation specially provided for the entourage of high-ranking imperial officials who come to Terra.

Kahn sat on the windowsill, leaning against the window frame, holding a book in his hands.

A restored creature called cicada was chirping outside the window, and from time to time a breeze blew into the room carrying the smell of soil and grass.

Kahn looked at the book in his hand. He didn't understand why someone would have nothing better to do than write a book about how to eliminate negative emotions. Isn't this ability something that everyone is born with and must possess?

But for some purposes, he had to read it, or even memorize it.

Being able to recite it by heart is what Kahn requires of himself.

After a moment, the door was pushed open and the heavy footsteps immediately attracted Kahn's attention. He heard who was coming and jumped down from the windowsill.

Angron walked into the room in his normal attire, stood before Karn, and began to form his words.

Kahn had a very confident smile on his face: "I saw that idle old mule..."

Kahn was suddenly speechless and thought for a long time, only thinking about what the title of the book should be.

Of course he could memorize the contents by rote, but those contents were like a ball of paste stuffed in his head. Mechanical recitation seemed too deliberate in such an occasion. For a moment, he felt as if his mouth was gagged and he couldn't even stammer.

"what?"

"nothing……"

Seeing that Kahn was speechless, Angron could sense some of his emotions, but he didn't know what was wrong with Kahn.

Angron certainly didn't know that Kahn had wasted a precious opportunity. The source of this opportunity was that Kahn's good friend who served as a bodyguard for Lorgar asked Lorgar to observe what Angron would do in his spare time.

"Come with me to the Imperial Senate." Angron turned and motioned for Kahn to follow him.

Kahn hurried after him.

Angron explained as they walked away. "Have you heard about the Senate giving the Astartes a seat? From now on, you will represent the Astartes."

"what?"

Kahn stopped instantly, was in a daze for a second, and then pointed at himself.

"I'm a member of parliament? Is this true..."

(End of this chapter)