Chapter 544 Looking at the gathering of heroes from a distance-
"It's incredible." The patriarch of the Raven Knight family, Baroness Vadus Raven, appeared at the conference table of the headquarters again this time. This brave and powerful baroness was still wrapped in a bloody bandage. He was wearing gauze, his voice was hoarse, and his lips were chapped, but his spirits seemed to be the highest he had been since the siege began.
"I never expected to see the Brotherhood Astartes relying on their own Terminator tactical team to defeat the Titans alone! And they seemed skilled and efficient. After Lord Lysander led them to the ground, they continued to destroy them in one go. Killed the most ferocious giant among the four Vulcan Legions. The Titans, including two warlords, not only rescued our pinned left wing, but also greatly reduced the pressure on the eastern wall. Now the great boys and girls in my family's knights can work with them more calmly. "
"Because this is not the first time Lysander's Titan Hammer formation has done this. Their training includes specialized attack tactics against Titans, especially large Titans. - Well, before these Titan Hammer formations in the first company were formed Already had the record of destroying eleven Chaos Titans, and this time, Jian Based on the blood invested by the Vulcan Legion here, I think it may be the grandest Titan hunt." The speaker chuckled, "Now we can decorate the entire Phalanx with Titan heads. The Wall of Honor! It sounds exciting!”
The Baroness turned her gaze to the liaison envoy beside her with a puzzled look on her brows. Sergeant Kyle could almost read a few lines on her face: How come this is also the case in Imperial Fists..." Very un-Imperial Fist, no, not even a member of the Astartes?" - In fact, this is also Kyle's own doubt, but this is not the time to pursue it.
They set their sights on the liaison envoy who was dropped into Clough Castle with his troops using airborne pods and vehicles when Acting Chapter Commander Lysander launched their rapid strike force. The name he introduced himself was very strange. , Shanto - that's what he said - this Septon Astartes did make others feel Like spring breeze, always smiling, full of humaneness, and easy to communicate with (in sharp contrast to Captain Kraher and the two Wolf Lords of the Dark Angels), often making people feel that they are facing an enlightened imperial noble bureaucrat Rather than being a Space Marine, one can imagine why he was assigned the responsibility of liaison.
In fact, Thor Garadon's uneasy premonition did not deceive him, but this loyal and reliable third company commander has not yet truly understood that Dana, who he once thought was single-minded and valued honor more than anything else, Te Lysander learned many new tricks of exploiting from their genetic father - although the stone can maintain its own hardness, it is granite or diamond, but it can also be pebbles and suet jade smoothed by water.
For example, Lysander did have people return the power armor and weapons and equipment of the Iron Warriors before the war started, but he did not tell Garadon, and he also asked the servitors of the Phalanx to change their paint colors for them - - Anyway, the mountain formation is so big, it is easy to find a deserted hall, paint it and directly wear it into battle, and Shanto also has all the identification codes and permissions of Lysander.
So now everyone in the Cloughburg headquarters thinks that they are receiving support from the Imperial Fist delivered by the Phalanx, and I have to say that this really saves a lot of trouble.
What's even less known is that Lysander's relatively unassuming inauguration was interrupted by his sweet-talking promises, when he coaxed the famous Chaos Lord Be'lakor into guiding him and his men to the Phalanx. The ceremony, and then backhandedly betraying his teammates on the spot, and then the war blacksmith himself singing praises for the saints on Terra in front of a bunch of stunned imperial bureaucrats with their guns drawn, can also make Lysander feel relatively at ease here.
There is even a double reason for this.
First, during the exciting ceremony that day, Shanto sang a hymn. I don’t know who was happy when he sang it or something. In short, in the full view of the most reliable, loyal and undoubtedly pure senior officials and representatives, he sang. There was a scene that seemed likely to be the manifestation of the Holy Emperor of God - now the question of whether to kill the Chaos Lord who had defected before the battle suddenly became an indispensable issue between the State Church, the Sisters and other high lords. Fight the problem resolutely.
In the end, because all parties were at loggerheads, the war blacksmith, who shared the same (?) dark secret and the same body and heart as the nominal supreme lord of the Phalanx, claimed that he decided to be responsible for what he had done before. In order to repent, and the Imperial Fists, as the most determined (?) opponents and enemies of the Iron Warriors, Lysander successfully took over the task of "guarding" the captured Shanto and his men.
You see, everything was just as planned by a certain warsmith for his reunion with Lysander and then long-term plans for his return to the Ironblood. It was so perfect, such a surprise, wasn't it?
As for the second reason, it is very simple and simple: Shanto told Lysander what was installed in the power armor as a gift he received from Perturabo, the father of the great gene.
This is the key to Lysander's true peace of mind. With Chanto, a mobile weapons arsenal produced by the Iron-Blooded, responsible for the security of the headquarters behind him, Lysander can only do what he is best at: I will kill you all! Let my terminators use thunder hammers to hammer you all until your meat is tender and tender! Then use the vortex grenade to blow you up into a crisp void!
The Vulcan Titan Legion, right? The largest Chaos Titan army, right? Today I will ask you to never come back! Let you traitorous bad blood have a taste of the real iron fist!
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Of course, in the eyes of some people who know Shanto well.
The first second he walked into this command room wearing the colors of the Imperial Fists.
Pharmacy master Honso and former war blacksmith wonder whether the world is really going to end today.
Mainly, [some vulgar trench swearing], Shanto, who always wanted to polish his boots and power armor to a shiny, decorated and bejeweled look, was now wearing a plain, plain, unadorned yellow power armor of the Imperial Fists. A, oh Lord of Iron, he doesn't even have that cologne smell that always makes him walk with wind!
Wait, this is so unbelievable, is there really something going wrong with this Cadia guard battle? No, Honso frowned. Now that Guilliman has joined, the balance of the battle has slowly begun to tilt toward the Cadian defenders. Dozens of troops of completely different types and compositions have begun to move, fight, and so on. At the same time, they are thought about and obtained as optimal solutions as possible. Not only can the newly added reinforcements be immediately connected to the command system and sent to the battle location where they are most needed and suitable, even the original defenders will receive new supplies that are more in line with their current needs. Deploy or move to a more suitable attack or counterattack position.
Sometimes the ground troops do not understand this incredible movement because of their persistence or other reasons, but after Creed has seen the deduction given by Guilliman and thinks about it for a while, he will often use his passionate speech to make them " Move the entire position fifty meters eastward within ten minutes. Don’t ask why, it’s for Cardia to stand tall!”
Of course, these people later found that they had moved just enough for a group of heavy friendly vehicles to pass through, and they easily cleared up a large wave of cultists who were trying to rush towards them. In this way, many Cady The fanaticism of the sub-soldiers in battle reached a new level, and they began to dedicate every bullet they fired to the person who led them to victory.
Guilliman, who was thinking at high speed with his eyes slightly lowered, noticed the rare emotional fluctuations of the Potion Master next to him, so the original body, with countless variables and curves on his crown, cast his amber camouflaged eyes towards him. Incoming Astartes and incorporating him into his own large model calculations of war.
The final conclusion was still in line with the previous predictions and beneficial to his own situation, so he nodded towards the warrior, and the other party immediately returned the ancient courtesy - it was nostalgic, how long had it been since he had seen it? Have you ever seen this ancient and elegant regimental ceremony? According to Honso, the Imperial Fists have had companies stationed above Terra since thousands of years ago, and perhaps that's what allowed them to retain more of their ancient traditions, which was good. At least there are some decent people in this dark, blind faith, and rotten galaxy that people can look forward to. When he wakes up, he will go to Terra to see them.
At this time, Shanto, who noticed the people sitting at the conference table, also changed his expression slightly.
The eyes of him and Hongsuo separated in the air, and each other's gazes included "How is it you?!" "How is it you?!" and "How could this be!" "Wait, he/is he?" Can we contact the Iron-Blooded One?" and so on, but it was not the place to talk at the moment, so they finally nodded to each other and said hello. When Lord Gao Gang Wolf asked them whether they knew each other, seemingly unintentionally, they replied that they had served in the same world. As for who the enemy was? Oh, they had jointly attacked the fortress city defended by the ferocious and cunning Iron Warriors, and more than once, this also made them form a brotherhood. I didn't expect to be reunited here this time.
Since these two people were very sincere and the wolf master didn't smell anything particularly wrong, they got through with it for the time being, only one person.
Or a demigod with wide eyes trying to manage his facial expressions.
Guilliman looked at the message sent to him by Honso in front of him: information about Shanto's legion, primarch, position, and fighting style he was good at, and he kindly asked the primarch to update his message with relevant content.
He raised his eyes again and glanced at Shanto, who was wearing bright yellow power armor, with the Imperial Fists emblem shining on his shoulders, chatting and laughing with the officers around him.
...This is definitely a dream, this can only be a dream, this is a fantasy that even the emperor has never had!
Haha, it’s impossible to see any tricks like Dorn and Perturabo shaking hands and having fun next...
If that's the case, it's better to say that more Primarch brothers will appear in Cadia later and they can attack the Blackstone Fortress together!
...No way, right?
Robert Mercurius Guilliman calculated it again with a solemn expression.
The results show that although infinitely close to small, it may not be zero.
...Impossible, haha, because he already knows the whereabouts of the other brothers! Conservative calculation results must be yes.
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The Eternal Will still hovers over the Clough battle zone like an ominous and blasphemous eight-pointed star, casting its huge black shadow downwards.
However, Ezekiel Abaddon has discovered that the situation above the atmosphere is changing so fast that it is unprepared, and the balance of power between the two sides has become quite subtle.
Due to the entry of the Phalanx and its accompanying fleet, the Eternal Will's absolute advantage over Cadia was broken, and the movement space to the east of the Eternal Will was completely blocked. Then, a ship jumped from the west. The huge new ship, its proud appearance almost made the Warmaster think he saw a former Primarch flagship, but then the intercepted call sign let him know the strange name of this ship, and it was reported as "Rogue Trader" Dynasty Coast Guard Ship” is so ridiculous! Territory border guard ship? ! When did it get bigger than an Astartes battle barge? ! It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the Queen of Glory! Which dynasty is eager to show its loyalty dares to challenge the authority of the Carrion Empire in this way? It is really ridiculous. They will probably be liquidated by themselves afterwards, but now this ship poses a real threat...
Just as he was tapping the Claw of Horus on the armrest of the throne and thinking about how to allocate new fleet forces to deal with this "Enterprise", the astrologist standing in the pit of nutrient solution and fixed by a metal cable called out again Get up, "A new reality jumps in! Twelve o'clock direction! Presumed to be the Glory Queen class! Carrying a large number of ships! They are jumping out one after another!"
Where did the false emperor conjure so many loyal naval ships? Why didn't he know that the fleet of the Carrion Empire responded so quickly?
Just when he was about to ask Mocas and Xiron how the hunting was going, and he needed her to come back here immediately to see if they could activate the fortress defense artillery array, the astrologer spoke again in a high-pitched voice that was close to a scream. shouted.
"Report! Six o'clock! Six o'clock direction! A new reality jumps in! A ship that has not been observed! It is speculated to be the Glory Queen class! No accompanying fleet was found!"
Ezekiel Abaddon's brows furrowed deeply this time, and his expression became ferocious and horribly separated without him knowing it, as if four people had made four out of his face. The expression is full of different emotions at the same time.
Primarch? No, impossible.
There are currently no living Primarchs in the Empire, and all the Chaos Primarchs have expressed indirect submission to him. As far as he knows, the Daemon Primarchs should all be expanding for the dark gods they serve in their chosen war zones. Fighting for power, the final great victory in the Cadian War Zone will be destined to belong only to him, Abaddon, who has the most favor from the four gods but is disdainful of them.
The Warmaster of the Black Legion glanced at the wine glass made of a huge skull at his hand, drank the alchemical wine in one gulp, and then threw it to the ground.
Immediately, he stood up from the throne, and after sending a message to Xiron, he walked out the door and began to summon the most powerful, experienced, and well-equipped members of his guard.
(End of chapter)