Chapter 713 Assembly

  The nose of Guilliman in front of him is not red, his eyes are not swollen, and he looks the same as usual, except that there is a deep tiredness between his brows. In contrast, Duanmuhuai looked refreshed and relaxed.

   "Thanks to the great assistance of the trial court before, I am here to express my gratitude to you."

   "You're welcome, you look tired."

   "No, I just... Forget it, but you, Grand Inquisitor, look very relaxed."

"certainly."

   Duanmu Huai raised his eyebrows.

   "Before your father came to see me, we had a big fight, I scolded him and ran away, so naturally he was very comfortable."

"Well………"

   Hearing Duanmuhuai's answer, even Guilliman didn't know what to say for a while, so he ignored the topic directly.

   "Currently, I am re-planning the Ultramarine Corps to meet the next challenge."

Erebus is just a vanguard, and everyone knows this. In fact, Erebus’ original role was to launch a surprise attack on the Ultramarines in Calth. Among them, the Ultramarines are the most numerous, followed by the Word Bearers. In addition, there are also legions such as Sons of Horus, Heroes, and Emperor's Sons. Compared with the number of the two sides, the Ultramarines do not have an absolute advantage.

  Now the main force of the Word Bearers has not reached the five hundred worlds, but it is only a matter of time before they invade the five hundred worlds, so what Guilliman has to do now is to explode, explode, and explode again.

  It’s like a real-time strategy game. You know that the opponent is going to come over with a wave of A, so naturally what you have to do is to send troops and strengthen the defense.

   Guilliman found Duanmuhuai, hoping that he could make some suggestions on this. After all, from the current point of view, the Inquisition is the most familiar with the warp demons.

   "What needs attention?"

   Duanmuhuai thought for a while, and quickly gave an answer.

   "That's very simple. Lorgar has three Abyss-class battleships under his command. That's what you need to pay attention to the most."

   "Abyss level? Sorry, I've never heard of it..."

"Of course you haven't heard of it. These are the most terrifying warships built by Horus at the end of the Great Crusade. Their defenses are perfect and their firepower is fierce. Your rail gun may not even be able to scratch the opponent's skin. "

"so smart?"

   "Of course, you know the Mountain Array, right? Just treat the Abyss as the dark version of the Mountain Array."

  Hearing this, Guilliman instantly understood that the Mountain Array was the home of his good brother Dorne, how could he not know.

   But wait...

   "Horus has rebelled, but the Mechanicus still obeys his orders?"

   "How fresh."

  Facing Guilliman's question, Duanmuhuai scoffed.

   "Both the Primarch and the Astartes have rebelled, what makes you think the oil guys on Mars will remain loyal?"

   "So you mean... Mars also rebelled??"

  Duanmuhuai didn't speak, just spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

it is more than words.

Guilliman's face became more and more serious, and he now deeply felt that Horus' rebellion was not just a problem between the Primarch, Astartes and the Emperor, on the contrary, this rebellion had extended to every aspect of the empire , every organization, every force, I'm afraid it will change.

   Mechanicus is no exception.

   "It seems that we have 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 Warp, but we don't know how to deal with it They. In fact, even though we were on the ground, we still lost a lot of people when we were attacked by the Word Bearers. They... have completely different combat methods from the Astartes we know. We need Thoroughly study them, find their weaknesses, and carry out targeted improvement offensives. But now time is limited, and the Tribunal has rich experience in this area, so..."

   "I see what you mean, Mr. Guilliman."

   Duanmuhuai nodded, then rolled his eyes.

   "If that's the case, then I happen to have an idea."

"what idea?"

"I hope you can select a group of warriors who are loyal to the empire and have powerful psychic powers to come to the Inquisition for training. At the same time, they will have weapons and armor blessed by the Inquisition. Firmly guard their hearts. They will become an indestructible shield in the face of the incoming darkness, a sharp blade cast in contempt of fate, they will be the vanguards of judging and purifying demons...they will become brand new existences, Gray Knight."

  That's right, this is Duanmu Huai's plan. Originally, the Gray Knight was thought of by the Emperor after defeating Horus, but now he cuts off the beard directly. Not only that, he also intends to use the power of the trial court to restrain the other party-now Duanmuhuai's **** finally swung towards the emperor's corner.

   I don’t like you, so what if I loosen the soil for you?

"I see."

   Originally, Duanmuhuai thought that Guilliman would hesitate, but unexpectedly, he gave a very straightforward answer.

   "Is it really okay? You know, purifying demons or something is against your so-called imperial truth. If you do this, be careful that you will be delisted like your two brothers."

"Nikea was a mistake. We, no, the entire empire has faced an unprecedented threat. In this case, we must study the enemy and find a way to destroy them. The empire has completely changed... I can see, This is not the end, it's the beginning. Humanity has to find a way to survive this before talking about anything else."

   "Well, since you said so, then I won't object."

   Duanmu Huai was not surprised by Guilliman's answer. This was the reaction of a normal person with a normal IQ who lived a happy life since childhood without any psychological shadows. To put it bluntly, in Guilliman's heart, the five hundred worlds are the most important thing to him, followed by the empire. The reason is simple, Guilliman spent his childhood here, he has a deep affection for the people of this land, and is willing to give everything for them.

   Unlike other Primarchs, they are either brainwashed, abused, or played with, and even want to blow up their homeland to pieces-so the influence of childhood will indeed last throughout life.

Finding a normal person is better than finding a psychopath with psychological trauma. The biggest reason for Horus' defeat is that his subordinates are all a bunch of narcissists, masochists, sadists... Basically, no half normal person can be found. people.

   This is also the reason why Chaos always fails to defeat the human empire. A group of lunatics still expect to rule the world?

   "So how many people can you find?"

   "Since the Nikaia meeting, all Astartes legions have disbanded the think tanks, so there are not many psionic warriors that I can recruit 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 enough?"

  “…………”

  MMP, you are amazing, aren't you?

   As expected of the Smurfs with the largest number of people in the Astartes, Nima’s other warbands can take out only one or two hundred people, but in the end, Guilliman took out 5,000 people when he changed hands.

   "You have so many people, and the Inquisition doesn't have the resources to rebuild armor and weapons."

  The Inquisition only came with one fleet, where are there so many manufacturing units.

   "Caus's factory will operate 24 hours a day. As long as you give us the blueprint and materials for manufacturing, we can complete the casting in the shortest possible time."

   "...Okay, then I will leave it to you."

  Damn it, there are many rich and productive people, this is really awesome.

   Duanmuhuai silently gave a thumbs up.

  【Timer: -40.35.16】

   Lorgar stood on the flagship observatory, watching the flashing subspace lightning in the dome in front of him. All around the Lord of the Word Bearers, his brood screamed, reveled, and prayed. But Lorgar didn't care about it, 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 where your arrogance ends, bro."

   Standing beside Lorgar was a cyclops with a red body, 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 appreciate a victory, but what do I see? A complete defeat, the Word Bearers are blinded by their own hatred, and now what are you going to do?"

  “………”

   Facing his brother's questioning, Lorgar remained silent for a while. Of course he understood that this was a failure, because Erebus' plan was to use a planet as a sacrifice to set off a warp storm that swept across the empire's territory and completely cut off the connection between various galaxies and Terra.

   Of course, they don't have to choose Calth, they can choose any planet. But they chose Calth for the simple reason that the Word Bearers and the Ultramarines had a sworn feud, and the Ultramarines destroyed the Perfect City of the Word Bearers under the Emperor's order, which made them feel like a knife, This hatred can only be washed away with blood. So they chose Calth, and using the Warmaster's orders as bait, the Word Bearers attempted to launch a surprise attack on Calth, so that not only would they be able to avenge the Ultramarines, but they would also be able to achieve their goals.

  Originally, in the view of Erebus, this is killing two birds with one stone.

   Now it’s all right, the old grudges have not been healed, and new grudges have been added.

  Caus is the gateway to the five hundred worlds, and if it has not fallen, it 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 in plan, Guilliman can't compete with the gods, he will finally understand what he is fighting against."

   "And what about the Inquisition?"

  The word spit out from the mouth of the one-eyed red-skinned giant caused Lorgar's expression to change slightly.

"They defeated the 62nd Expeditionary Fleet and made Horus go crazy. Isn't that why you asked me to come 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 offset, a small mistake."

   Lorgar stared ahead, where the fleets of the Word Bearers and the World Witcher were advancing, and they had only one goal.

   "I heard the whispers of the gods, and now, I'm going to deal with this mistake."

  The subspace storm turned into waves and whizzed past in front of the fleet, tearing apart the frenzied airflow and energy. Lorgar looked forward with his hands behind his back. He was waiting, thinking, praying.

   And the war is imminent.

  (end of this chapter)