Chapter 1167: The Awkward Ahriman

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"The Achaemenid Empire encountered a sudden invasion by the Pan-Pacific Empire."

"The second year after the victory in the war against the Caucasus warlords, the Mad King of the Pan-Pacific Empire claimed that he had unquestionable inheritance rights to the Caucasus region, and 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 a reason to include the Achaemenid Empire as a war target. While our war with the Mad King was going on, the Achaemenid Empire also encountered Invasion."

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Capital of the Achaemenid Empire.

Allied Forces Command.

A newscast came from the radio that did not update the latest developments in real time.

The military generals of the Achaemenid Empire sat around the conference table with frowning faces. Opposite these mortal generals were the original bodies.

The primarchs who have grown rapidly to this day have the ability to lead legions in combat. Therefore, two years after the Battle of Caucasus, these supermen were ordered to lead their legions to the Achaemenid Empire to assist the Achaemenids in resisting The Second Front Offensive of the Pan-Pacific Empire.

Horus' hand was on the radio, deliberately putting pressure on the Achaemenid generals.

The other principles were sitting seriously in their seats, sitting at the conference table.

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

Among these primarchs, Guilliman silently stared at a brand on the waist of the Achaemenid generals.

He paid special attention to this sign.

The sign depicts the coat of arms of a king.

It is the coat of arms of Durkarnain, 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 coat of arms of your ruler, but on the waist, I personally feel that the position on the waist It’s not like wearing it to put the ruler in the highest position, so…”

Hearing that Guilliman was curious about this matter, the representative of the Achaemenid military group, a knowledgeable and handsome man, looked at Guilliman.

This man was dressed in the attire of a royal noble, and his name was placed in front of him.

Azak Ahriman.

"We don't wear the coat of arms of our emperor out of etiquette." Ahriman forced a smile in this serious moment and explained softly, "but because of the emperor's kindness and wisdom. He is an Achaemenid People’s favorite monarch, we Achaemenids believe that wearing this monarch’s coat of arms can ward off evil spirits.”

"You really like your Lord," Guilliman said.

He noticed.

During an inspection of the Achaemenid Empire half a year ago, Guilliman participated in the inspection and noticed the differences between the Achaemenids and other humans on Terra, as well as the differences between the Achaemenids and the people who lived under the Fire and Thunder. common ground.

civilization.

reason.

polite.

The genes of the Achaemenids have not mutated, and their empire is not invaded by mutants and other evil forces in the wasteland. It is strong, peaceful, and prosperous. It is a beautiful country.

Their emperor had a reputation for enlightened and industrious rule.

This is why the Achaemenids will not try their best to abandon their homeland and come under the rule of Flame and Thunder like the people around Flame and Thunder.

They have dignity, and their lives are not as harsh and barren as those of other Terrans.

"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 psyker?" Magnus interrupted suddenly.

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency." Ahriman immediately responded to Magnus's words. He always felt that he and this Superman had a common language, "Including me, I am also a psyker. The Achaemenid Empire has many psionic powers. There is also a lot of knowledge, and we believe that spiritual energy and knowledge are inseparable companions.”

"Stop talking about psychic powers." Horus interrupted.

He knew that Magnus was very interested in the Achaemenid's concept of psychic energy. If the two of them started chatting, the meeting would not be a combat meeting, but an academic exchange meeting.

Magnus listened to Horus' words and did not continue chatting.

Guilliman spoke no more of the wise king.

"We are in desperate need of help," Ahriman said. "The Pan-Pacific Empire killed two hundred thousand Achaemenids in the last raid. We want revenge, but now we don't even have the ability to protect ourselves. "

"My brothers and I are here to do this." Horus said calmly, 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 frontal battlefield, the Thunder Warriors and the Titan Legion have won one after another.

But Horus's mediocrity has nothing to do with the situation of the battle.

The Primarchs and the Legiones Astartes have 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 the Legiones Astartes fought alongside their genetic father.

Furthermore, the situation on the Achaemenid Empire's side is not optimistic either.

because……

boom--

A sudden thunder shook the entire headquarters 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, had a drastic change of expression, and his body suddenly trembled non-stop, "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 line around the capital?" Magnus frowned and asked.

"Yes, yes..." Ahriman kept nodding, then closed his eyes and used his psychic power to sense the existence of his brother.

Then the next second, Ahriman looked at Magnus with horror and said a sad news that seemed to him like the sky falling.

"My brother, he's dead."

Magnus bowed his head and mourned for Ahriman's brother.

In his understanding of Ahriman, he knew that the relationship between Ahriman and his brother was not very good, but this was also normal, just like there were a pair of brothers who had a bad relationship among the Primarchs.

But if a brother died, it would be hard not to feel grief.

Blood is connected, this word can't be summed up in a few cold words.

Ahriman fell into 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 needs. Obviously, this nobleman is still a little immature.

This also led to a curious question for 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 went to the front line." A general replied.