Chapter 632: The Khuriltai Assembly and the Golden Horde Agreement

Qiaoglisi, Horqin grassland.

More than a month has passed.

Fu Qinghai and Shiban Khan stood side by side on a rammed earth platform. Tenyur, Ogedei, Ilya and others stood behind them. Everyone was quietly waiting for the other four White Scars regiments to arrive in Chogris.

Although Elia Lavallee is a mortal woman, she is indeed very prestigious within the White Scars and its successor groups. After all, she is a woman respected as "Szu". When she convenes various successor groups to assemble, the chapter leaders will give her face.

"Do they know the Khan is missing?"

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance and asked.

"Maybe I don't know yet."

Xiban said calmly with a blank expression.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and glanced at Xiban:

"I have a way to restore these prosthetic limbs on your body to their original state, if you need them."

Xiban paused for a moment after hearing this. He turned his neck uncomfortably, but finally declined politely:

"No, I'm used to it."

Shiban Khan is a quiet and gloomy man, but it is said that he was not like this at first. Shiban Khan was like every White Scars Space Marine, acting boldly and unrestrained, and loved to laugh.

During the Horus Heresy, he was Nayan Khan of the Storm Brotherhood. His close friend and fellow warrior Togurhun participated in the rebellion in which Hasik Nayan Khan conspired to seize the flagship of the White Scars Fleet and join the Warmaster's camp. It was Shiban who led the team to stop them. During the war, his forearms, calves, thighs, and neck were severely injured and had to be replaced with mechanical prostheses.

The betrayal of his best friend, his physical disability, and the double trauma of physical and psychological suffering changed Shiban's temperament. He was no longer the warrior who loved to laugh, but became depressed and irritable. Despite this, his performance during the siege of Terra was still impeccable. Shiban Khan did his best to protect every mortal soldier and ordinary people who fought with him.

Jaghatai successfully exiled the Daemon Primarch Mortarion, but he fell into a coma due to the Nurgle virus. It was Shiban Khan and Elia Lavallee who rebuilt the White Scars' command system, gathered the legions and revive the army.

Fu Qinghai knew Shiban Khan.

Of course Xiban also knew Fu Qinghai.

Xiban knew that Qingshan was a rising star in the legion, who was particularly good at mechanical casting. At a young age, he had defeated all the masters of the legion in the training cage without losing a single battle. Xiban himself had never fought with him, because at that time Xiban had undergone a large-scale prosthetic replacement, and his body had some rejection of mechanical prostheses. There was always a sense of sluggishness during the battle, so Xiban had never entered the training cage arena again.

Although Qingshan Khan was unknown during the Heresy, he performed brilliantly during the Great Purge, bringing back the heads of three Legion Archons of the Traitor Legions: Nakred of the Night Lords, Ctesias of the Thousand Sons, and Eidolon of the Emperor's Children. Legion Archons are equivalent to Chapter Masters in the Chapter Era, and this record is also impeccable.

Xiban heard that the Khan once wanted Qingshan to replace Qin Xia as the new Lord of the Keshig, and Elia Lavallee also agreed with this decision. However, Qingshan did not want to be the captain of the Primarch's personal guard and wanted to set up a new chapter on his own. So the Khan allowed him to hunt freely in the galaxy to prove that he had enough ability to control a chapter.

Now it seems...

His ambitions may go beyond this.

Xiban glanced at Qingshan's profile.

Danjur stood behind the Chapter Master, watching his back. He once thought that Qingshan Khan had come to pick him up, but now it seemed that picking him up was just one of his purposes for coming to Chogris. Qingshan Khan seemed to have many plans in mind that needed to be implemented. Danjur actually wanted to tell his Chapter Master that he was very strong now, very strong. But Khan seemed a little absent-minded about it.

For Fu Qinghai, the discovery that the head of the think tank of the regiment whom he had booked many years ago had a strong psychic talent was certainly a pleasant surprise, but he himself had exiled four Chaos Daemons, so he was not overjoyed by this. It could only be regarded as an unexpected surprise, and he was indifferent to it.

"Here they come."

Elijah Lavallee suddenly spoke up.

Several black spots in the sky gradually expanded.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine and the whirlwind blowing in your face.

Four Thunderhawk gunships landed on the prairie.

…

A strong wind swept across the grassland.

The green grass leaves rise and fall like waves.

The setting sun gradually fell into the mountains.

The blood-stained dark red sunset penetrates the clouds in the sky.

The White Scars and their successors lost their Primarch father, but they did not leave many items for them to remember him - unlike Rogal Dorn, who left at least a severed arm before he disappeared. Jaghatai Khan disappeared with a fleet, his armor, his sword, and his mount were all on the flagship. In the end, only the Storm Prophet found a few sets of civilian clothes that the Primarch had worn before in his palace.

Several sets of old-style Khitan hunter robes.

The night completely enveloped the earth, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the wind was still blowing. Several bonfires were lit in the middle of the vast grassland, and many Space Marines sat silently around the fire pit. There were also many braziers and nine white banners standing around, and the flames and white banners were swaying in the night wind.

A group of storm prophets were walking around the fire pit, their steps were in unison and seemed to be following a certain rhythm. The oldest storm prophet in the lead was singing loudly while leaping and walking. His voice was desolate, heroic and impassioned, penetrating the night and spreading to all directions of the grassland.

"Looking back on the seven-foot snowstorm, the months that passed seemed endless."

"The blood-stained cherry blossoms are like a silent foreshadowing in the mist."

"With one heart and one mind, the smoke of war rises, and the dead souls want to return to their hometowns!"

"Missing the bright moon falling into the water, the heroes of children are their confidants."

The song is desolate yet tragic.

Fu Qinghai didn't know what kind of ritual these Storm Prophets were performing. Were they expressing their longing for the Primarch? Or were they trying to call the Primarch back through some psychic means? He didn't know. He just watched them, like the other Space Marines, singing and dancing around the fire under the moonlight.

Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged on the ground.

He silently recalled his original body.

Recall some details of your time with him.

The Primarch was quite good to him, giving him precious swords, weapons, a BMW mount, an Enforcer-class system-controlled light cruiser as initial capital, an Emperor-class battleship as a combat barge, more than three hundred gene seeds and more than six hundred recruits... However, all of the above were not the most critical.

The most crucial thing is that Chagatai authorized Fu Qinghai to recruit Traitor Legion Space Marines as a means of replenishing troops. This method has been used until now. Today, it has evolved into a full-scale collection of Traitor Legion gene seeds, and even became the main way to expand the size of the regiment.

In other words, if certain bureaucratic agencies on Terra really wanted to investigate this matter, Fu Qinghai had the endorsement of the Primarch - he was taking this action at the behest of the White Scars Primarch, rather than acting on his own initiative.

The Storm Prophet prayer ceremony ends.

The night fell silent again.

"Everyone, this is the situation."

As the actual initiator of this gathering, Fu Qinghai slowly glanced at Shiban Khan and the other warband leaders, and said in a deep voice. He told everyone that he came from the future and that he had entered the Emperor's Sanctuary and met the Emperor.

Even though they are scattered all over the galaxy, they were all sub-groups that were split up during the Second Founding of the Army. More than a decade ago, they were still fighting brothers under the same Primarch. Everyone present is very familiar with each other, and there is no situation like in later generations where sub-groups were split up and the group did not know each other.

"The Khan is missing, but the battle has not stopped. Seven hundred years later, the Chaos traitors will launch the Black Crusade, and that is only the beginning of their so-called 'Eternal War'. The aliens are also eyeing us covetously. The Dark Eldar and the Orks have never given up their greedy covetousness for humans, whether it is territory or life, and even the awakening of the former cosmic overlords and the terrifying unknown tentacles outside the Milky Way."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep and serious voice:

"Those high lords of Terra only care about the little petty gains in front of them. They are a group of insects obsessed with power and short-sighted and not worth planning with. Now that the Khan is missing, we can no longer allow the White Scars to continue to split and scatter everywhere. We must unite again! When necessary, we must gather under one flag again, so that the traitors and aliens who have forgotten the terror of the White Scars will remember the storm on the horizon again!"

"You want to reorganize the Fifth Legion?"

Shiban Khan exclaimed.

"I'd like to, but I can't."

Fu Qinghai shook his head and denied:

"The Second Founding split the legion. This is the decision of the Imperial Regent Roboute Guilliman. None of us can disobey. But all regulations only apply to general circumstances - the circumstances when the regulations were made. We should not be rigid and dogmatic. Sooner or later, the Empire will find that the military organizational structure of the Astartes Chapter cannot deal with all the enemies of mankind. One day, the Empire will urgently need a legion."

"What's your plan then?"

Elijah Lavallee asked, frowning.

Fu Qinghai swept his sharp eyes over the crowd:

"We are all sons of the Khan, we are all sons of the storm, and the commonality in our blood connects us to each other. While everyone present is still familiar with each other, and while we have not completely forgotten our identities and missions, we swear an oath of blood here today: no matter how far apart we are, if one day in the future, humanity faces a critical moment of life and death, all of our regiments will reorganize into one legion to fight the enemy together!"

"hiss..."

Everyone around the fire held their breath.

That's right, this is Fu Qinghai's plan.

The White Scars' version of the "Final Wall" agreement.

As we all know, Rogal Dorn had always been against the Second Founding and the split of the Legion and the Codex Astartes, and even nearly fell out with the Ultramarines, but he finally compromised. However, after the compromise, Rogal Dorn still had a trick up his sleeve and took two very important insurance measures:

1. Final high wall agreement.

2. Blade Feast Conference.

The Last Wall is a secret agreement between the Imperial Fists and their successors, secretly drawn up by Rogal Dorn. The agreement requires that when Terra faces a major threat, the Imperial Fists and their successors will regroup into the Seventh Legion. The six major legions that signed the agreement include the Imperial Fists, Black Templars, Crimson Fists, Paragon Fists, Soul Drinkers, and Condemners. According to the agreement, they will reunite and regroup in the Farr system.

The High Wall Accords were a complete violation of the Codex Astartes, and this agreement could very well lead to the Imperial Fists and their successors being declared traitors. But it should be noted that there was another Legion, the VI Space Wolves, which had no intention of splitting up the Legion at all, and only changed the "Legion" to "Chapter". Perhaps because the Space Wolves had less than a thousand men at the time of the Second Founding, Roboute Guilliman left them alone.

As for the Feast of Blades, it is a centennial honor competition held between the Imperial Fists and their daughter chapters. After the split of the Legion, many chapters have great differences in temperament, style and culture, and there are few opportunities for them to meet each other. In order to maintain some connection with his descendants, Rogal Dorn established the Feast of Blades to encourage Space Marines to continue to study combat skills and deepen their brotherhood through mutual competition.

Each Chapter first conducts internal selection to select a Chapter Champion, and then sends this Champion to compete in the Feast of Blades. The battles in this tournament are usually highly ritualized and non-lethal, with Space Marines fighting in the ancient dueling tradition. It lasts for many days until one of the champions is declared the winner based on the results of the battle and the recognition of his peers. The winning Chapter will serve as the host of the next one.

The first Blade Feast was held by Rogal Dorn himself. It is said that the Blade Feast has been held for more than 8,000 standard years, and at least twelve Imperial Fists have participated in it regularly. Although the Imperial Fists tradition requires that it be held every hundred years, the host Chapter may advance or postpone the event according to the actual situation, and some Chapters may occasionally give up participating due to conflicts in combat missions.

The White Scars also have their own Blade Feast.

This was also a decision Fu Qinghai made after careful consideration.

The Fifth Legion is really scattered, which may be due to the scout positioning of its predecessor, the "Star Hunters". Before the legion was split, the White Scars were scattered around the galaxy in the form of tribes or hunting groups and moved freely. After the split, there was no contact at all, and some of the sub-legions were even dissatisfied with the parent legion.

The Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels do not have the Final Wall Accord or the Feast of Blades, but whenever the parent group encounters a major crisis, such as the Black Legion's advance on Macragge or the Zerg Fleet threatening Baal, all the daughter groups will return to the Legion's home planet to participate in the battle at the command of a single order.

But white scars can't do that.

In the 42K era, King Huron the Black led the Red Corsair warband to invade Chogors. The White Scars Chapter struggled to resist alone. Even the Chapter Master Juba Khan was admitted to the intensive care unit. Finally, Robouti Guilliman and the Primaris Space Marines came to support them. It was a miserable scene.

"Every hundred Terran years, all of our chapters will gather together in Chogris. We will first send out the champion warriors from each chapter to hold a tournament, and then gather all the forces of the chapter to search for the Primarch together."

Fu Qinghai suggested to everyone:

"How about calling it... the Khuriltai Assembly?"

Fu Qinghai thought of a Khorchin name.

Several khans, including Shiban Khan, nodded in agreement. Even without the foreshadowing and exaggeration of the empires being in danger, they all thought that this was a good proposal that would help the White Scars remain united.

Fu Qinghai has deeper considerations.

In his plan, the Khuriltai Congress is a combination of the Imperial Fists Blade Feast and the Space Wolves Great Hunt - holding a tournament while searching for the Primarch. Not only that, he also wants to display his latest weaponry inventions at the Khuriltai Congress, turning this event into an arms exhibition where each succession can use excess gene seeds to exchange new weapons, including traitor gene seeds.

"As for that secret agreement I mentioned."

Fu Qinghai lowered his voice and warned:

"No one can recognize us outside this grassland."

Several Khans looked at each other and nodded to show their understanding.

"The agreement has to have a name, Qingshan."

One of the Chapter Masters warned.

"Yes, indeed..."

Fu Qinghai's gaze drifted into the distance.

The bright moon hung high in the night sky, and its white light shone on the vast grassland. The pointed roofs of the herdsmen's tents in the distance were also glittering in the moonlight.

"How about calling it... 'Golden Accounts'?"

Fu Qinghai suggested a name.

...…

(End of this chapter)