Make history fighting in time-limited events with game-changing consequences. Join a Lodge and plot your way to take over the galaxy with new friends. Play cards to field troops, execute tactics and embody the heroes and villains of The Horus Heresy. THE ROAD TO TERRA IS OPENGrab your bolter, board the Thunderhawk… and play cards! The Horus Heresy: Legions will take you on an epic journey through one of the richest settings of Warhammer 40,000’s history. The mighty Astartes will face each other in battle with the fate of the galaxy resting on their shoulders. At the heart of the conflict are the galaxy’s most fearsome weapons: the Legiones Astartes, genetically enhanced Space Marine armies, clad in the best power armor and wielding the most deadly armament from the Forge Worlds of the Mechanicum. The Great Crusade to unite all of humanity has exploded into a civil war between the traitors that sided with Horus and those still loyal to the Emperor. The galaxy is in flames after Warmaster Horus turns against his father, the Emperor of Mankind. His Death Guard had cheered at his return as he returned to his camp on the planet of Syrinx.THE GALAXY IS BURNINGBased on the New York Times bestselling novel series, uncover the epic origins of Warhammer 40,000 in The Horus Heresy: Legions. Roboute, with his honor guard, was there to see him off. Mortarion had recovered sufficiently to continue his campaign. “He’s looking over reports in the medical tent.” Not anymore, seeing that mortarion was well on his way to recovery. Even his staff was in a state of unease hearing the news of an injured primarch. Even in the relative peace of his tent, he felt like an attack was going to land any minute. He put down the dataslate he was working on. He hasn’t left, my lord.” The apothecary replied. The apothecary turned back to his work as the primarch left.
Perhaps the iterators had mistaken this for genuine brotherhood when some of them have never been close. He’s been nothing but extraordinarily polite to the administrator of the 18 primarchs. They weren’t close, but Mortarion has been nothing but polite to his brethren. He’s your brother, after all.” Ah, brother. Do not fail him or I'll have you punished for this.” Mortarion could take almost any form of bodily harm and still cling to life.
My brother hasn’t taken it this far.” This was true. “What do you mean, My Lord?” His apothecary asked. He put his gloves back on, as it was cold on the world they were stationed on. “This isn’t the first time he’s done this.” Worry creased his features. It was blazing hot as his superhuman physiology fought off a myriad of infected wounds. He took off his glove and placed his hand upon mortarion's forehead. Even if he wasn’t in battle plate, the primarch was still a sight to behold. “How bad are his injuries?” He said as he emerged into the tent. Roboute caught Mortarion as he lost consciousness. Maybe Mortarion would finally know why Perturabo, who had to endure this on a daily basis, had been so bitter. Injuries that roboute himself would have died ten times over. He had sustained an incredible amount of injuries. His pale skin, where it was not covered by gore, seemed paler than before. His physiology could not keep up with the rate of his injuries., causing him to collapse into Guilliman’s embrace. Throne, I haven’t felt this much pain since I climbed the mountains on Barbarus.” His white armor now ran freely with his own blood. Mortarion’s death shroud had emerged, and he was sure had come to alert him of this. He held up a hand to stop the honor guard that was going to draw his sword on the spot. What was more surprising was the even swifter motion of crushing the mask within his power fist. Blood ran down the broken servos and filters he now held. “You’re bleeding.” Roboute tore off his brother’s rebreather with a swift motion. From his state, it looked like he was going to collapse on the spot with the number of holes that were present in his body.