Calgar knew he shouldn't believe the traitor's words.
But he was really worried.
He was so loyal to his genetic father.
Even if there was only a slight possibility, he was unwilling to put him in danger.
In order to avoid incurring the wrath of the Father of Genes, Kalgar thought deeply for a long time.
Decided to use the excuse of being confused about his strategy to seek enlightenment from Guilliman, while preparing for the Dark Angels' attack.
In this case, there might be some opinions, but I believe Guilliman will not be too angry about it.
Nor will he be punished for this matter.
The Victory Laurel entered the Warp at the edge of the Evans System.
Karga temporarily left the battlefield to protect his lord.
And on the bottom floor of the Victory Laurel.
The rusty pipes gave off a low hum of air, rumbling and shaking the stone walls.
A thick darkness gathered in the deepest compartments of the Victory Laurel.
This place is shrouded in darkness and dampness all year round, and even the lowest and most inferior slaves rarely visit here.
Only those animals and plants that hide in the dark and sneak across from different planets can live in this place.
The Victory Laurel is twenty-one kilometers long and several kilometers high, making it a magnificent mobile city.
It is so huge that the crew cannot monitor every corner.
At this moment, something ominous is happening here.
The pungent smell of blood wafted in the darkness, mixing with the stench of decay.
Cybos stood in the darkness, with only the faint red light from the pair of electronic eyes on his helmet revealing his presence.
In front of him, two crew members lay in a pool of blood, already dead, with their blood still wet and gushing out.
But something strange happened soon. The blood quickly decayed and became foul-smelling.
The crew members who had just died began to rot quickly and looked extremely disgusting.
Seeing this scene, Cybos smiled.
He did this just to test the sword.
"This is the sword that kills gods." Cybos whispered.
In his hand he held a strange bloodstained blade.
The sword's body was jagged like a venomous snake, gray like flint, and shiny like a diamond.
This is an exquisite thing, a beautiful thing, a world-shaking thing.
If there were a psychic here, he would definitely scream out in surprise.
This sword contains unparalleled evil and curse, and is an entity of pure evil power of the Warp.
"Guilliman." Cybos' voice was unusually calm, with an absolute rationality and coldness. "The universe is balanced, as are the Warp and reality, and you are the biggest obstacle to the final plan. So, I'm sorry, you can't continue to live."
He spoke softly, then slowly put the sword back into the exquisite box.
This is a terrible weapon that can severely damage the Primarch.
More vicious and terrifying than the enemy blade that almost killed Horus in the past.
A large part of the problem with Horus's Heresy was due to Horus's confusion over the Emperor's disregard for the War Council and his use of mortal men to rule the Imperium.
But what really pushed Horus into the abyss was undoubtedly the Enemy Blade in Erebus's hand.
That weapon has extraordinary power.
It wounded Horus severely.
That terrible wound could not be healed by the original body's physical strength.
Finally, the warriors of the Sons of Horus were tricked by Erebus into sending Horus to the heretical temple to perform a ritual.
The Blade of the Nemesis is so terrifying.
Once it suffers a serious blow, even the self-healing ability at the Primitive level will be unable to heal itself.
Cybos held the sword in his hand and smiled.
With the fall of Horus, the Emperor's long-cherished wish for peace was shattered.
And what will Guilliman's fall bring
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The Stone Fortress.
Bloodwing Boris and his tactical team members hurried back.
The transport ship's engines roared.
Under the operation of the technical priests, the gravity array device ran according to the new parameters, slowly cut into the force field, and smoothly entered the interior of the Megalith Fortress.
The hatch opens.
Boris stepped past the machine slaves who came to greet him.
"Lord Boris." said a mortal servant.
The Stone Fortress houses a vast troop of mortal slaves who provide service to the warriors of the Dark Angels Chapter.
They are the treasure of the Chapter.
Each Chapter has a large body of mortals serving it.
For a war group with a home planet, they would select a group of servants from the planet every once in a while to replenish the servants and recruits.
A warband without a home planet will collect taxes everywhere.
For example, space sharks go to the frontier to fight, and when most of the mortals serving them are dead, they return to the empire to replenish their troops.
When passing by a planet and seeing that there are enough people on that planet who meet one's requirements, one will recruit servants and new soldiers from that planet.
Because there is no mother planet to replenish the losses on time, and the combat mission is heavy.
The taxes levied by these warbands were extremely simple and brutal, and they took away the entire colony's men, women, and the weak.
This means that when the Ministry of the Interior discovers that some colonies have been looted, they will first investigate whether there are any war groups without a home planet passing through there. After confirmation, they will consider the alien and chaos aspects.
It is said that a certain brutal space shark regiment will not even let go of a 180-year-old grandmother.
They were also captured and brought on board to serve as servants.
Of course, to live to 180 years old in this dark and chaotic universe, one must be either rich or noble.
After all, life-extending surgery is very expensive and ordinary people simply cannot afford it.
Boris paid no attention to the mortal servants bowing to him.
He hurriedly left the port and went to find the Grand Master - Azrael.
The Grand Master is in a strategy room in the Stone Fortress.
Ezekiel and Dagone, his right-hand men, were also here, discussing the tasks of each company and the arrival of Guilliman.
A huge holo-table was in the center of the room, with strategic divination shrines and meditators displayed on the walls, humming along, processing vast amounts of data.
The room was large enough to accommodate more than twenty dark angels and was quite spacious.
However, there were only three at this time.
They are the supreme leaders of the Dark Angels.
The three of them stood around the holographic platform, and when they heard the voice, their eyes turned to Boris who walked in.
“Boris?” Azrael said.
"It's me, Grand Master." Boris said respectfully.
"How's the hunting going?"
Azrael studied Boris with a look of authority and questioning.
"There was no Fallen Angel, but a demon, a demon belonging to the Mutator. They were preparing something, which might be related to the resurrected Imperial Regent." Boris said, "That demon seemed to have been guiding us all along. When it was finally expelled, the demon said that Guilliman would destroy the First Legion. I realized that something was wrong, so I hurried back."
Azriel frowned slightly, a serious expression appearing on his noble features.
Guilliman is the hope of the Imperium.
This is the consensus of everyone who can see the dark future of the galaxy.
Only with the help of Guilliman's unimaginable strategy and wisdom can mankind be helped out of this eternal abyss.
"You should not believe anything the demons say. They only have lies." Azrael shook his head. "You can't doubt a noble son of the Emperor because of the words of a demon."
"But if the Emperor's Child knew what happened ten thousand years ago, and what happened to Lord Cypher, what do you think he would think?" Boris said, "Are we going to sit back and watch the Primarch destroy us? This is our reward for ten thousand years of loyalty."
"Your words have gone too far," said Ezekiel, the chief think tank. "Such words are too offensive. Stop talking, Boris. We all understand your concerns, but can you be shaken by just a few words from the devil?"
"No, I just had a hunch," Boris said, "a very bad hunch. A storm is happening, and we know nothing about it. We must take a proactive attitude to defend the honor and existence of the First Legion."
"We are loyal to the Empire and should trust Guilliman," said Ezekiel.
"If he wants the First Legion to be slaughtered, should we also wait to die?" Boris roared, "The bloodline of the First Legion will be cut off."
"Get out, Boris. There is no need to discuss this matter any further." Azrael looked at Boris and slammed his fist on the holostage, his tone filled with anger, "We swore an oath of loyalty. If he wants us to die, the Dark Angels should do it unconditionally. Don't doubt a loyal Primarch just because of the devil's words."
"He simply cared too much about the fate of the Chapter," Ezekiel said.
"Then do not question it. We fight for loyalty and the blood of the lion king flowing in our hearts. Now, Boris, do you want to target a Primarch? Are you going to step on humanity when it is about to slide into the abyss?" Azrael said, "Get out now. You will be grounded until I personally issue a pardon."
Boris glared at him, spat fiercely on the ground, and strode out of the room.
“You’re so excited,” Ezekiel said.
“Don’t worry about it.” Azriel said, “Let’s continue to study the next arrangements.”
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As the Grand Master of the Dark Angels, Azrael holds most of the Dark Angels' secrets.
No one except Lion the Lion can know all the secrets of the Dark Angels.
Thanks to the supreme wisdom of the genetic father, Lion, the structure of the Dark Angel is very complex.
On the surface, they are divided into company commanders, tactical teams, mentors, think tanks, recruits, veterans and so on.
There are clear hierarchies and distinct classes.
However, this is just an appearance.
Beneath it all lie different orders and inner and outer rings, keeping different secrets.
Even Azrael could not know how many secrets the Dark Angels had, and who was keeping them.
No one knows except Lion the Lion.
Moving along the dark tomb passage, Azrael passed by heroes who had long since departed.
The achievements of those who died are commemorated in inscriptions and sculptures on stone pillars.
Azrael was wearing a full-body hooded robe, hiding everything that represented his identity and status.
He walked deeper into the tomb along the passage.
In the dim light, as he turned a corner.
An unknown soldier who also covered his body and concealed his identity blocked him.
The soldier made an intricate half-gesture.
And Azrael completed the other half.
Azrael was then taken into a secret chamber.
A flame burned in the middle of the secret room, providing a faint light, making the secret room appear very dark.
Four warriors, including Azriel, stood in different directions one after another.
Everyone concealed their identities to ensure the secrecy of this secret meeting.
Azriel wasn't sure whether the people in front of him were veterans, mentors, or rookies.
In the order, everyone has no name.
Outside the Order, the Order does not exist.
“I’m glad you’re all here,” Azriel said.
The other three knights said nothing and remained silent.
They were summoned.
You need to do some things in the secret order that cannot be known by the outside world.
"The conspirators have emerged and the bait has been thrown. It's time to prepare to close the net." Azrael said, "The hunt for demons has led to a member of the Deathwing being confused by the demon. The demon thought we were being played by it, but it didn't know that the noose was already around its neck. We will use this to find the cancer hidden within us."