"Corax, your Glorious Queen-class battleship is ready to go, and the legion you lead has been successfully formed. After meeting with your gene brothers, you can set off."

Yang Cheng led Corax into the depths of the palace, and the surrounding scene dazzled Corax.

As a large door was pulled open by two guards, a large room was revealed in front of Corax.

At this time, several Primarchs who had no specific tasks yet heard the news and gathered quickly like stars surrounding the moon.

"Hey! Are you my brother? Warmly welcome you!"

Dorn took the lead and without hesitation extended his right hand in a friendly gesture to Corax.

Faced with this situation, Corax couldn't help feeling a little confused, but out of basic etiquette, he still stretched out his hand a little awkwardly.

After all, this was the first time in his life that he met his genetic brothers. Such a novel experience made him feel mixed emotions. However, at this moment, etiquette was obviously more important.

"I am Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the Imperial Fists."

Rogal Dorn's voice was low and firm, like a rock.

"Don't pay any attention to this guy, he is just a stubborn rock!"

Seeing this, Perturabo, who was standing by, complained while slowly standing up from the sofa next to him, stretching his arms, and then gently twisting his body a few times, as if he had just woken up.

Then Perturabo said: "I am Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors."

"Sometimes stone is harder than steel." Dorn looked at Perturabo expressionlessly, a hint of barely perceptible dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Facing Dorn's questioning, Perturabo held his head high with a proud look on his face. "So what? I carefully arranged the defense of my father's palace. Even the defense system of the planet Holy Terra was designed by me. I ask, who can break through my iron wall of defense?"

Dorn was unmoved by Perturabo's boasting. He still responded in a rock-hard tone, "Humph, except for me, your so-called defenses are full of loopholes in my eyes."

At this moment, Yang Cheng sighed helplessly, then cast his eyes on Corax who was standing aside with a confused look on his face, and said softly: "You don't have to pay attention to their dispute. This situation has long been common."

Just as everyone was still immersed in this argument, suddenly, the door was slowly pushed open, and the figures of Fulgrim and Mortarion appeared at the door.

However, what was unexpected was that as soon as the two men stepped into the room, Yang Cheng raised his fist without hesitation and hit them hard.

Only two muffled sounds were heard, and Fulgrim and Mortarion were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

Yang Cheng shouted, "Alpha! Omega! Don't think you can hide it from my eyes!"

After his identity was revealed, Alpha seemed a little panicked. He quickly pulled up Omega beside him, begged for mercy and admitted his mistake to Yang Cheng, and crawled out of the room.

"Corax, take your time to adapt. In the future, you should pay more attention to where the other Primarch brothers are. Don't be fooled by these two guys again!"

Yang Cheng's face was full of black lines. He turned his head with great embarrassment to look at Corax who was at a loss beside him, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Just at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps was heard, and a figure wearing a human skin cloak and exuding a mysterious aura slowly walked into the room.

The figure was like a ghost, silent and yet carrying an aura of pressure that could not be ignored.

"Koz..." Yang Cheng murmured in a low voice. After seeing the person coming, he already knew what was going to happen next.

After Koz stepped into the room, his eyes were fixed on the genetic brother who looked very similar to him. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Who are you?"

Corax looked back at Koz without showing any weakness, and also began to look up and down at this strange brother who suddenly appeared.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and sparks seemed to fly instantly.

As if they had telepathic connection, they took a small step forward at the same time, and the distance between them became closer.

At the same time, Alpha and Omega, who had just hurriedly fled the room, quietly returned to their original place, hid behind the door, poked their heads out, and carefully peeked at the two people who were confronting each other in the room. They held their breath, fearing that any sound would attract the attention of the people in the room.

"What tactics are you best at?" Koz's eyes, which were emitting a strange light, first stared at Corax in front of him, and asked slowly in a low and slightly hoarse voice.

Corax met his gaze without fear and calmly replied, "Infiltration operations and rapid strike operations. If the situation requires, guerrilla warfare is also one of my specialties."

Curze stared into Corax's eyes, which were as dark as deep pools, as if he wanted to see through them into the other's innermost thoughts.

After a while, a faint smile gradually emerged on his face, which was originally bloodless and pale as paper.

"Haha! Very good, I believe we will get along very happily. When I have time one day, I will definitely visit your legion in person to see your strength. At the same time, I sincerely welcome you to visit my Nightfall at any time. When the time comes, I will show you some absolutely interesting and unique good things." As he said this, Koz proudly pointed to the creepy human skin cloak on his body.

This cloak was actually made of living human skin, and the sinners whose cloaks were made were controlled by a special potion of the Night Lords Legion, so that even though their bodies were treated so cruelly, their consciousness was still clear and they could truly feel the endless pain they were enduring.

Hearing this, Corax's face instantly turned gloomy, and he could not hide his extreme disgust for such inhumane behavior.

He frowned and glared at the man in the human-skin cloak fiercely, then turned around without hesitation and quickly left the strange room with firm steps, leaving Curze standing there, uttering a chilling sneer.

"This guy……"

Perturabo and Dorn looked at Curze with disdain, while Alpha and Omega had a half-smile on their faces.