Chapter 715 Assembly
The Guilliman in front of him had no red nose and no swollen eyes. He looked the same as usual, but there was a deep tiredness between his brows. In comparison, Duanmuhuai looked refreshed and contented.
"Thanks to the great assistance of the Inquisition before, I would like to express my gratitude to you here."
"You're welcome, you look very tired."
"No, I just...forget it, Grand Inquisitor, you look very relaxed."
"Of course."
Duanmu Huai raised his eyebrows.
"My father came to see me before and we had a big fight. I scolded him and ran away. Naturally, I felt very comfortable."
"Uh..."
After hearing Duanmuhuai's answer, even Guilliman didn't know what to say for a moment, so he simply ignored the topic.
"Currently I am re-planning the Ultramarines Legion to meet the next challenges."
Erebus is just a vanguard. Everyone knows this. In fact, Erebus' original role was only to launch a surprise attack on the Ultramarines in Calth. It would be best if he could succeed, but if he couldn't... Don't forget, in the Imperial Legion, Among them, the Ultramarines are the largest, and the second largest are the Word Bearers. In addition, there are legions such as the Sons of Horus, the World-Deaders, and the Emperor's Children, and the Ultramarines do not have an absolute advantage compared to the numbers of the two sides.
Now the main force of the Word Bearers has not reached the Five Hundred World, but it is only a matter of time before they invade the Five Hundred World. Therefore, what Guilliman has to do now is to explode the troops, explode the troops, and explode the troops again.
Just like a real-time strategy game, if you know that the opponent plans to come over with a wave of A, then what you have to do is naturally send troops and strengthen the defense.
And Guilliman found Duanmuhuai, hoping that he could make some suggestions on this. After all, as of now, the Inquisition is the most familiar with subspace demons.
"Anything that needs attention?"
Duanmuhuai thought for a moment and quickly gave the answer.
"That's very simple. Lorgar has three Abyss-class battleships. That's what you need to pay attention to most."
"Abyss level? Sorry, I've never heard of it..."
"Of course you haven't heard of it. This is the most terrifying warship built by Horus at the end of the Great Crusade by the Mechanicum. They have perfect defenses and ferocious firepower. Your rail guns may not even be able to scratch the opponent's skin. ”
"So powerful?"
"Of course, you know the Phalanx, right? Just think of the Abyss as the dark version of the Phalanx."
Upon hearing this, Guilliman immediately understood that the Phalanx was the home of his good brother Dorn, how could he not know this.
But wait...
"Horus has betrayed, and the Adeptus Mechanicus still obeys his orders?"
“How fresh.”
Faced with Guilliman's question, Duanmuhuai sneered.
"The Primarchs and the Astartes have rebelled, so what makes you think that the oil guys on Mars can still remain loyal?"
"So you mean...Mars has also rebelled??"
Duanmuhuai didn't speak, just spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.
Everything is left unsaid.
Guilliman's face became more serious. He now deeply felt that Horus's rebellion was not just a problem between the Primarch, the Astartes and the Emperor. On the contrary, this rebellion had extended to all aspects of the empire. , every organization and every force will probably change as a result.
The Adeptus Mechanicus is no exception.
"It seems we are facing a very serious problem."
Guilliman took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"I have another question that I would like to ask the Inquisition for help. Now we know that Lorgar and his Word Bearers have made an evil and unclean pact with the demons of the subspace, but we don't know how to do it. To deal with them, in fact, although we were well prepared on the ground, we were attacked by the Word Bearers. We still lost a lot of manpower. Their fighting methods are completely different from the Astartes we know. We need to thoroughly study and find their weaknesses and carry out targeted modifications. But now time is limited. , and the Tribunal has rich experience in this area, so..."
"I understand what you mean, Mr. Guilliman."
Duanmuhuai nodded, then rolled his eyes.
"In that case, I just have an idea."
"What do you think?"
"I hope you can select a group of warriors who are loyal to the empire and possess powerful psychic abilities to come to the Tribunal for training. At the same time, they will have weapons and armor blessed by the Tribunal. This will ensure that they can withstand the corruption of demons and subspace. Firmly guarding their hearts. They will become an indestructible shield in the face of the incoming darkness, a sharp blade made of defiance of fate. They will become the vanguard of judging and purifying demons... They will become a brand new existence. , Gray Knight."
Yes, this is Duanmu Huai's plan. Originally, the Emperor came up with the Gray Knights after defeating Horus, but now he has directly cut them off. Not only that, he also planned to use the power of the Tribunal to restrain the opponent - now Duanmu Huai's hoe has finally swung towards the emperor's corner.
If I don't like you, what's the point of loosening the soil for you?
"I know."
Originally, Duanmuhuai thought Guilliman would hesitate, but unexpectedly, he answered readily.
"Is it really okay? You know, purifying demons or something, is against your so-called imperial truth. If you do this, be careful of being expelled like your two brothers."
"The Nikaea Conference was a mistake. We, no, the entire empire has faced an unprecedented threat. In this case, we must study the enemy and find ways to destroy them. The empire has completely changed... I can see , this is not the end, but the beginning. Humanity must find a way to survive it before talking about anything else." "Well, since you said that, I won't object."
Duanmu Huai was not surprised by Guilliman's answer. This was the reaction of a normal person who had a normal IQ and had lived a happy life since childhood without any psychological shadow. To put it bluntly, in Guilliman's heart, the five hundred worlds he values most, followed by the empire. The reason is simple. Guilliman spent his childhood here. He has deep feelings for the people of this land and is willing to sacrifice everything for them.
Unlike other Primarchs, they were either brainwashed, abused, or toyed with, and even wished they could blow their homes to pieces - so the influence of childhood will indeed last throughout life.
It's better to find a normal person than a psychopath with psychological trauma. The biggest reason for Horus's defeat was that his subordinates were all a bunch of narcissists, masochists, and sadists... basically you can't find half of them. Normal people.
This is also the reason why Chaos can never defeat the human empire. How can a group of madmen hope to rule the world?
"So how many people can you find?"
"Since the Council of Nicaea, all Astartes Legions have disbanded their think tanks, so I can currently recruit not many psychic warriors in a short period of time..."
Guilliman frowned, took the data pad, and looked at the information on it. Then he raised his head and looked at Duanmu Huai.
"Is five thousand people enough?"
“……………………”
MMP, you have so many people, it’s amazing, right?
It is worthy of being the Smurf with the largest number of Astartes. Other war groups can only provide one or two hundred people, but Guilliman changed hands and only provided 5,000 people. You still think it is too few, right?
"You have so many people, and the Inquisition does not have so many resources to re-forge armor and weapons."
The Tribunal only came with one fleet, how could there be so many manufacturing units.
"The factory in Cowes will operate 24 hours a day. As long as you provide the manufacturing blueprint and materials, we can complete the casting in the shortest time."
"…………Okay, then I’ll leave it to you."
Damn it, there are many people with great wealth and strong productivity, this is really awesome.
Duanmuhuai silently gave a thumbs up.
【Time:-40.35.16】
Lorgar stood on the observatory of the flagship, staring at the subspace lightning flashing on the dome in front of him. All around the Lord of the Word Bearers, his children were screaming, reveling, and praying. But Lorgar didn't care about this. He just stared at the unpredictable subspace outside the dome, and then closed his eyes.
"Erebus has failed, the fire of his soul has been extinguished."
"This is what your arrogance will bring about, brother."
Standing next to Lorgar was a Cyclops whose whole body was red. His skin was redder than blood, and the bronze helmet on his head made him look more like an ancient Roman gladiator.
"You invited me here to enjoy a victory, but what did I see? A complete defeat. The Word Bearers were blinded by their own hatred. What are you going to do now?"
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Facing his brother's questioning, Luojia remained silent for a while. Of course he understood that this was a failure, because Erebus's plan was to use a planet as a sacrifice to set off a subspace storm that swept across the empire's territory and completely cut off the connection between various galaxies and Terra.
Of course, it doesn't have to be Calth, they can choose any planet. But they chose Calth for a very simple reason. The Word Bearers and the Ultramarines had a sworn hatred. The Ultramarines destroyed the Word Bearers' perfect city under the Emperor's order, which made them heartbroken. This hatred can only be washed away through blood. So they chose Calth, and using the Warmaster's orders as bait, the Word Bearers tried to launch a surprise attack on Calth. In this way, they would not only be able to severely damage the Ultramarines in revenge, but also achieve their goals.
Originally, from Erebus's perspective, this was a move that killed two birds with one stone.
It's better now, the old hatred has not been settled, and new hatred has been added.
Calth is the gateway to the Five Hundred Worlds. Its failure to fall means that the Word Bearers cannot enter the Five Hundred Worlds as planned.
But…………
"It doesn't matter, it's just a small failure."
Lorgar shook his head.
"Everything is planned. Guilliman cannot compete with the gods. He will eventually understand what he is fighting against."
"What about the Inquisition?"
The word spit out from the mouth of the one-eyed red-skinned giant made Luojia's expression change slightly.
"They defeated the 62nd Expedition Fleet and made Horus go crazy. Isn't that why you came to me here? To show your strength and attract me to join, but now it seems that the relationship between you and Horus The plan seems to be far less smooth than you imagined.”
"Just a small deviation, a small mistake."
Lorgar stared ahead, where the fleets of the Word Bearers and the World-Deaders were moving forward, with only one goal in mind.
"I heard the whispers of the gods, and now I'm here to deal with this mistake."
The subspace storm turned into waves and roared past in front of the fleet, tearing apart the frantic airflow and energy. Lorgar put his hands behind his back and looked forward. He was waiting, thinking, and praying.
And the war is already around the corner.
(End of chapter)