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822.M30 was an important year of turmoil and change for the Iron Warriors, Imperial Fists, and World Eaters Legions that gathered on Nuceria.

At first, under the leadership of the three Primarchs Perturabo, Rogal Dorn, and Angron, the three Legions fought side by side against the technological barbarians and psychic planets that were common in the early days of the Great Crusade. Their record was awe-inspiring, and their glory was unmatched. However, as the war continued, three incidents that were not solved until the end of the Great Crusade broke out one after another in the loyal Legions of the Imperium of Man. Before the official decree of the Imperial Senate that revealed the truth was approved, the mysteries of Nuceria continued to cause endless speculation and conjecture until the second founding of the Pharos after the end of the Great Crusade.

In the summer of that year, the Iron Warriors Legion under the command of the fourth Primarch Perturabo first experienced the mass disappearance of Astartes warriors, and the Legion showed a strange absolute obedience and unanimous concealment. Many of the missing Astartes warriors were elites of the Iron Warriors Legion, who had shown unparalleled courage and strength on countless battlefields. Their disappearance caused suspicion and concern among other legions, and even some of the Thousand Dust Sun warriors who were very friendly with the Iron Warriors Legion at the time.

The commanders and soldiers of the Iron Warriors Legion maintained a fairly unified and absolute silence on this. From that day on, Iron Warriors warriors were constantly being transferred and no news was heard. They were nominally sent to various remote and dangerous star regions to perform so-called secret missions, but no one knew their fate. This cast an inevitable cold shadow on Perturabo's early reputation for tolerance and pursuit of peace.

His behavior was questioned and condemned by other Primarchs at the time. In the official archives of Macragge, a dispute between the 13th Primarch Roboute Guilliman and Perturabo arose because of this, and the conversation they had in the dark room when they reconciled their differences is still unknown to this day.

Even after the completion of the Webway Project and the silent dedication of the Iron Warriors throughout the Crusade was made public, many Imperial scholars in the 30th to 40th millenniums still speculated that the Iron Warriors, ostensibly carrying out a secret mission, were actually internal cleansing, setting up a certain kind of behavioral role model for the World Eaters and indirectly pushing the World Eaters to gradually become another Iron Army known for its strict military discipline and numerous laws.

According to records, in Rogal Dorn's letter, Angron learned that the World Eaters and the Imperial Fists had serious differences in their war concepts at the time. Under Dorn's expedition concept of ideals and peace, the entire World Eaters had developed a culture of annihilation wars that prioritized blood and fear. In his great disappointment, Angron accidentally discovered that the bloody gladiatorial battles of the old night slave owners were being repeated inside Nuceria, and was attacked by the audience in an unbelievable frenzy.

There is no document recording how the Primarch Angron, who was famous for his close combat ability, was seriously injured without being attacked by long-range mass-destructive mechas. In reasonable speculation, considering that there is no sufficient evidence to show that the Chaos enemy in the Warp has infiltrated its power from the High Heavens, psychic scholars generally believe that this is very likely to be a large-scale uncontrolled psychic out-of-control event, just like the two vicious events that broke out on Olympia and Prospero.

This is undoubtedly another important driving force for the World Eaters to launch internal self-examination and comprehensive cleansing. However, it is generally recognized that it has led to the first public self-examination by the Primarch himself since the founding of all Astartes Legions, and the Grand Judgment Event that finalized the punishment of multiple civilians, mortal auxiliaries, Astartes warriors, and even a Mechanicus Magus in the meeting. There is also an extremely important disaster that is more hidden in the depths of the Mists, that is, the serious injury and near death of the Primarch of the Seventh Legion, Rogal Dorn.

Compared to the internal chaos of Nuceria, which can be traced, and the disappearance of the Iron Warriors, who were executed loyally and orderly despite having no reason, the disaster suffered by Rogal Dorn was a complete mystery even in the eyes of those who knew the secrets of the Empire best. It can even be said that the more people know the truth of the warp, the more confused and uneasy they are about what Rogal Dorn witnessed at the time.

According to the primarch himself, he stepped into another battlefield ruins world covered with blood and dust on the planet numbered RA-124 in the Ultralisk. Even in his later memories, the primarch confirmed that the signs such as the bloody sky, flowing brass, and smoke had already appeared in the real universe, but these scenes that were only slightly different from the conventional scenes of massacre and destruction were obviously not enough to serve as a warning in advance.

In that area, Rogal Dorn went deep into the area alone, holding only a Stormfang Chainsword forged for the first time in Inwit, and encountered a large number of unborn warp attacks one after another; after the chainsword broke due to the intensity of the battle, Dorn encountered a huge demon lord twice as tall as the Primarch, who tried to imitate another unknown Primarch in image and language in an extremely blasphemous way. There was no dialogue, negotiation or compromise between the two, and pure battle became the only means of communication between the noble Primarch and the despicable demon.

Due to the severe defects in weapons, the energy consumption of continuous battles, and the seductive whispers from Chaos, Rogal Dorn unfortunately gradually fell into a disadvantage in this abominable trap; even so, the uncompromising Rogal Dorn He still managed to hold on until the rescue of the Iron Warriors arrived at RA-124, survived the cloud of death, and told another unrecorded secret to the original body. After several weeks of training, he returned to the expedition team.

It is worth mentioning that there are reports that Rogal Dorn's emergence from the Demon Realm is closely related to a golden skull artifact given to him by his brother Perturabo, but Perturabo himself has never admitted this.

In the subsequent inventory of the situation, Angron verified that Dorne's misfortune of falling into the unknown area was indeed related to the massacre of the World Eaters - a weapon that could have relied on peaceful diplomacy to restore the glory of mankind and join the glory of the Aquila. The planet, under the rash attack of the World Eaters, chose to throw itself into the whirlpool abyss of Chaos and Sin in despair, which almost led to the death of another Primarch who had saved Angron from the Red Sand Pit.

There is no doubt that this is an important driving force behind the astonishing depth and breadth of this internal World Eater meeting, which scholars have dubbed the "Autumn of Nuceria".

However, the climax of the entire origin of the World Eaters occurred in the middle of the first internal meeting. This is another reason why this meeting is so well-known in addition to formulating a very special decentralization system within the World Eaters.

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"This is just a temporary wheelchair, Dorn. Don't discuss how much room for improvement this thing has." Perturabo said, sitting in the suite on the second floor, his right hand resting on the back of Rogal Dorn's wheelchair. Watching with his brother on the podium downstairs, Angron, who had just removed the gauze, really began to manage his legion.

The white-haired original body, with only a few intact bones left in his body, was covered in gauze and plaster. He sat upright in his wheelchair stiffly, relying on the two movable fingers of his left hand to control his mechanical wheelchair, and opened it completely. The mouth that was not damaged started to express his opinions at any opportunity, just like after he was tied to the wheelchair with gauze, his mouth became the only damn entrance and exit that allowed his soul to connect with the world.

"Okay, I'm not going to discuss the wheelchair thing any further," Roger Dorn said, looking at Angron through the suite fence with his pale eyes.

While Angron felt completely guilty about him, Dorn also felt that he had failed to realize it sooner when Perturabo was able to share a new Magnus experiment accident with him every other week. He is partly responsible for the hidden ritual implications of the World Eaters' actions. Perturabo was the one responsible for intervening in the endless exchange of apologies, keeping the two of them apart and finding the opportunity to begin his own apology for previous neglect and negativity.

On the stage, Angron spoke in a heavy tone: "...We have not written any laws or guidelines in advance, so we will use our unified conscience and my personal judgment to decide the next several individual and collective trials. "

"First of all, it's me. As the Primarch and the Lord of the Red Sand, I seriously neglected to investigate the situation of the Legion and Nuceria. I neglected many affairs with my wishful thinking. I am absolutely responsible for the chaos and the deterioration of the situation. I am I know that you will spontaneously defend me and try to put the blame on yourself, but I will not thank you for it. Acknowledging other people's mistakes due to personal weakness has been proven to be an important source of disaster and should be punished. Skim into the corner within the corner.”

"I will not allow similar incidents to happen between us again, and my personal vision is inevitably narrow and biased. Therefore, I will re-separate the duties of the Primarch and the World Eater Legion Commander. The specific division of powers and responsibilities will be announced later. Detailed discussions will continue later. It is now announced that the first commander of the World Eaters Corps will be the former commander of the 8th Company, Kahn."

Perturabo picked up a fruit native to Nuceria and took a bite. Angron didn't even do his usual trick of asking for advice when making this decision, which shows that he was either too angry or finally realized how obedient the World Eaters were - at least on the surface, these blue and white The warriors always approved every decision made by Angron, not to mention that they were almost going crazy with guilt now.

"Kahn is an excellent candidate," Dorn commented.

"You were out on an expedition, and Kahn was squatting in the ring with Sigismund on the Resolute Resolve. You probably haven't seen him too many times." Perturabo said.

"He is loyal and has his own opinions on things," White Gauze said. "These qualities are evident. And Sigismund rated him highly."

"How is Sigismund?" Perturabo suddenly remembered and asked Dorn, "He has been standing in my office for three days."

"He believed that the crisis I encountered was related to the fact that I only had one person in my guard, so he decided to change the status quo and has already started taking action."

"Has he finally relaxed the famous rules of Templar initiation?"

Dorn tried to shake his head, but his neck guard stopped him: "No, he and another warrior created a new guard for me called Haskar."

Perturabo's expression froze for a moment: "This is also a solution... Angron sentenced the pharmacist to death?"

"It's very rare." Dorn said, "But he assassinated a company commander, and Angron has sufficient reasons to execute him."

"This made me think about what I would do if someone like this appeared in my own ranks." Perturabo regained his composure, "My conclusion is that I will ensure that such ambitious people do not have any qualifications to hold such a high position. Chance."

"He also announced the expulsion of the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage Velkarida who worked with Garlan Sulak." Dorn said something meaningless, which is what a person would do when only his mouth is completely free.

Perturabo nodded and took two more bites of his unknown fruit. This kind of fruit has more water and less taste. The kernel has an indescribable smell of blood, which is quite characteristic of the land of Nuceria itself.

"Officers were demoted en masse." As the meeting continued, Roger Dorn continued to be his commentator, sharing his views with Perturabo. "He didn't reorganize their staff."

"This is a matter of personal choice," Perturabo said. "I am accustomed to controlling my battlefield as strongly as possible, so my army must operate according to the organization I am better at."

"What I think is that I should write a detailed report for him in advance so that he will have more information and evidence when adjusting his duties within the army."

Perturabo observed for a few seconds before coming to a conclusion: "No, Karn assisted his primarch. He assumed the duties to which he was entrusted in advance."

Dorn managed to nod his head slightly, his neck brace not stopping him: "Yes. Your mentor Morse has not shown up since I fell into a coma in RA-124. Where is he? ?”

"Your thoughts are very fast."

"Because Kahn's behavior of assisting the original body reminds me of..."

"I understand," Perturabo bit off the core from the middle, "Stop. I don't know where Morse is. His whereabouts are always unique, but he said before that he wanted to find someone who was overdue. Come here and figure out how to make sure that one person doesn't single-handedly make a good situation spiral."

"Oh, I wanted to thank him for repairing the gift you gave me. It played a very important role in my journey out of that bloody realm..."

"I know." Perturabo interrupted expressionlessly, hearing the core of the fruit rattling between his teeth. "Stop, Dorn."

"I thought you liked hearing this," Donne said. "I must tell you, it's not a false compliment..."

"Let's listen to the discussion below, okay?" Perturabo said holding his breath.

"oh."

Angron divided the conference room into two halves, with the left side for mortals and the right side for Space Marines.

At this time, the first item on the agenda of the meeting, the collective sentencing, had ended. More than one-third of the mortal positions of the World Eaters and Nucerian Army had changed, and punishments and rewards were more common.

Now, they have entered into discussing the specific outline ideas and future goals within the World Eaters.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of World Eaters and mortals, a medium-sized mortal was standing there on the left side of the conference room. He mercilessly poked holes in Angron's words and started a heated discussion, asking the original body what he was. How to arrange a certain organizational system, where to invest the main energy, how to choose the proportion of publicity and work, how to connect with other legions in the future... During the dialogue between this bold mortal and the original body, all kinds of vague questions The vacancies were clearly separated and filled, the prototypes of countless ideas gradually emerged, and the solutions to several problems were also forward-looking. This meeting has a longer-term and pioneering significance.

It is not difficult to see that the discussion between them will be prolonged along with the depth of the problem, and may not end for several hours.

"He called himself John Doe," Dorn said.

"In the language of Gutera, this probably refers to the nameless person." A soft and cold voice appeared in the suite, and the craftsman emerged from the shadows, stroking his chin and watching the scene inside. "Is there a camera servant here? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It is not easy to capture an image of the Emperor without his golden laurel crown."