In his heart, Cherubel was gnashing his teeth at Guilliman, wishing he could eat his flesh alive, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, and grind his bones to ashes.
Only this can eliminate the humiliation of being imprisoned and calm the overwhelming hatred in its heart.
Although he was cursing in his heart, Cherubel had a smile on his face.
When facing Guilliman, it had a smile on its face.
He kept calling him the Great Regent and the Great Primarch with such excitement and passion, he was just like the Warp version of Captain Jia.
Guilliman also knew that this fellow was two-faced and treacherous, and would definitely retaliate against him if given the chance.
But now looking at the other party's attitude, he felt a little embarrassed to take action.
Even the Demon Prince has turned into such a bootlicker.
I even hit him, and I actually felt a little bit reluctant.
As expected, I am still too kind.
Cherubel didn't dare to read Guilliman's mind, otherwise he would be so angry that he would swear.
A person who abused the demon prince and was more cruel and brutal than the Unliving Ones said that he was kind?
When it comes to Slaanesh turning over a new leaf, this demon prince believes it, but I just don’t believe that you are kind
"There is no news from Terra, so let's talk about what we have gained during this period," said Guilliman.
"According to several demons, Mortarion led a large-scale plague fleet to appear in the Scourge Stars, and he is heading towards the Emperor's territory."
Cherubel said respectfully, "According to some gossip, Mortarion has a terrible germ in his hands. This germ is so powerful that it can corrupt everything in the material universe. Even demons are very afraid of it, sir. Obviously, this demon who betrayed the glory of the Emperor wants to use this germ against you.
"Mortarion, a germ that corrupts the material world."
Cherubel’s first piece of information was so explosive.
Guilliman couldn't help but look solemn.
As the Primarch of the Death Guard, Mortarion is, to some extent, a bit lame.
Among the many Primarchs of the Empire, even Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, who was hailed as the shame of the Primarchs and beaten up by many Primarchs, was not as aggrieved as Mortarion.
It's hard to describe this guy's performance during the Great Rebellion.
Although Mortarion stood on Horus' side from the beginning.
However, this guy is different from Lorgar. He really did it for power and to overthrow the Emperor's rule.
Mortarion had an extreme aversion to the Warp, and there was no particular mutation that could corrupt him.
At the Council of Nikea, where many Primarchs were present, he was also the one who most strongly opposed the use of psionics in the Great Crusade.
Judging from these performances, it can be said that Mortarion is the least likely among the Primarchs to ascend to magic.
However, the subsequent developments were somewhat magical.
After the massacre at Instfan, Mortarion led his fleet through the warp to Ullanor, the planet where Horus had appointed Warmaster.
First Captain Typhons of the Death Guard killed the Navigator, summoned a Plague Daemon, and trapped the fleet in the Warp.
Nurgle used the plague to torture Mortarion and the Death Guard warriors, eventually forcing them to surrender, and Mortarion became a demon.
Among the many Primarchs, no matter how badly they were doing, they would never be backstabbed or manipulated by their subordinates.
To some extent, Typhus can be said to have blatantly betrayed the Death Guard.
But after becoming a demon, Mortarion could only swallow his anger.
Like him, Typhons was blessed by Nurgle.
This left him no chance to retaliate.
The other party has no respect for his genetic father.
"We have to fight a plague war after all!" Guilliman thought to himself.
Mortarion entered Imperial territory, no doubt to spread the plague.
He must respond forcefully, stop the plague's spread, and make Mortarion pay.
Let the Warp see the muscles of mankind, and let those demons and traitors know that the Empire is not an existence that they can bully at will.
“This message is valuable and well done.”
Guilliman took two steps, digesting this information.
In response to this, he rarely praised the Demon Prince Cherubel as a small reward.
Cherubel suddenly felt a little excited. It was such a wonderful feeling to be recognized by a big shot who looked down on him.
Then it was pressed down again.
Cherubel realized that this mentality was a typical case of Goldsmore syndrome.
It is a dignified demon prince, how can it be happy because of human praise
This is so shameful.
What a shame.
You must stick to your original heart and don't be tamed.
"Any other news?"
Guilliman continued to ask, wanting to learn more about the dynamics of the Warp.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.
Only in this way can we achieve victory.
"Your other brother Angron has escaped from the Eternal Battlefield, and the Blood God seems to be planning to enter the real universe." Cherubel revealed another important news.
Tortured by the Butcher's Nails, Angron, who could only remain angry and killing, left the Eternal Battlefield.
Obviously, he regarded the real universe as a new battlefield and wanted to follow the Blood God Khorne into the territory of the Empire.
"What is their target?" demanded Guilliman.
"I don't know. Those demons said that the roar of that crazy god was echoing in the warp. It craves war and blood, and a glorious victory." Zirubel paused, and then said with a dog-licking look, "Obviously, its target is you, sir. Only an existence like you is worthy of the Blood God's attention. It has already regarded you as its hunting target."
"That is not good news." Guilliman shrugged. "Go on."
"The etheric currents in the Dark Realm of the Empire are getting stronger. Your brother Magnus is building his Psyker Empire. He is trying to bring out more Psykers to serve as his legion. To this end, he has taken out a unique treasure from the treasury of the God of Change. That treasure will be able to fulfill his wish."
"That's all the information I have for now, sir. I will continue to urge those demons to find more information for you." Cherubel smiled flatteringly, looking like a loyal servant who would devote himself to Guilliman until his death. Guilliman sorted out the information and had some understanding of the movements in the warp.
It seems that with my return, the actions of those demon primarchs have become more frequent.
This is not a good sign, Chaos' offensive against the Empire has intensified.
Guilliman would not sit still and wait for death.
It's not ten thousand years ago now.
He has enough confidence to deal with these guys.
"Cherubel, you claim to be older than the Empire, older than humanity. Now, I want to ask, where are you from?"
After learning some ancient stories from the Dark Watcher, Guilliman had a rough guess about the origins of these demons in Cherubel.
"My lord, I come from the Warp," Cherubel answered respectfully, speaking sincerely, saying what he knew.
This is unimaginable for a demon.
They also like to talk to the wizards who summoned them in a crazy tone.
Use half-truths to deceive fools into exchanging their souls for insignificant knowledge and power.
Cherubel used to be like this, until he met Guilliman.
He was beaten nine times in three days and was threatened by the other party with the power of the curser.
He could only change himself in a forced and humiliating way.
"I mean before you surrendered to Chaos," Guilliman said. "Who are you? You are not a fragment of the gods. You have your own personality, Cherubel. I once thought that all demons were born in the Warp, but later, I found that I was wrong."
"The galaxy has produced more than just one human race. There were many powerful races. Humans can be favored by the gods, so there is no reason why other races would not be favored. The Primarchs can ascend to demons, and those traitors can also complete their own paths and ascend to demons. This shows that Chaos has a hidden mechanism that can bless demons to ascend and become a member of the demons as long as the conditions are met."
With so many traitors, only the Primarch can be promoted to Demon, and only the creatures of the Warp can do that.
But Lucius, Kahn and others are not primarchs. They also obtained gifts from the gods or chaos through the so-called path.
"I have forgotten, sir. That history is too long ago." Cherubel said, "I only vaguely remember that I was worshipped by those creatures, and they called me a god. Then, I devoured their souls and became an independent existence."
Guilliman frowned, then relaxed and laughed. "I never knew you were once a god."
"That's just a meaningless title, sir. Aren't demons and gods the same thing? Nothing in this world is permanent. Mortal life always tries to define everything from its own perspective, dividing good and evil, light and darkness. Is it a mistake for the sea to turn into mulberry fields? Is it just and beautiful because the ocean is helpful to people? And when the natural world changes, the sea water recedes, and that place is no longer useful to people, does it become an evil existence?"
"You are very good at bewitching people." Guilliman said casually, not paying attention to what Cherubel said.
"This is not deception, but the truth." Cherubel said, "Do you think that humans suffer because of the Warp? No, it is the greed and stupidity of humans themselves. Your stupidity and madness created the Warp. If a person puts a noose around his neck and walks to the gallows, what qualifications does he have to accuse people of hurting him? A traveler knows that the journey is full of hungry people, but he loudly announces that he is transporting food, and is unwilling to find guards, and then scolds those hungry people for being immoral and not abiding by the law of not robbing."
"Humans have put countless delicacies there, and then asked the hungry demons to abide by human rules, morality, and laws, and not harm them. Isn't this a mockery? If the demons do not abide by human laws, then they are evil."
"What do you want to say?" Guilliman looked at Cherubel with a playful look.
"I just want to tell you not to blame all the mistakes on the Warp and the demons. Chaos is the right path. It is a path that all civilizations and individuals will take. It is inevitable. The universe is increasing in entropy. It is inevitable to move from order to chaos. Embracing chaos is equivalent to embracing reality."
"Do you think you are fighting against the Warp? No, you are fighting against the pain and desires of humanity itself. You will never be able to help them eradicate those pains and desires, which means you are destined to never defeat Chaos. You established the Terran Council ten thousand years ago, and you were full of confidence in it, allowing mortals to succeed with the democratic system you established. You imagined such a beautiful future, in which humans would achieve better development, they would have better technology, a better life, and could easily fight against Chaos."
"But you saw the ending, didn't you? They failed. The powerful were lost in the internal struggle, and the lives of the soldiers became political chips on their table. The families that swore to defend humanity for generations became vampires, wantonly encroaching on the assets of the empire to enrich themselves. No one paid attention to the suffering of the lower classes, and they were left to turn to Chaos."
Cherubel's words were full of temptation. "Demons cannot enter the real universe. Every time they sacrifice themselves, they need large-scale sacrifices. Do you know which groups summon the most demons? They are not wizards or psykers. They are those desperate citizens of the empire who are heading towards the abyss. They are crazy enough to want to use their lives to exchange for the destruction of everything."
"It's a pity that you are a demon, otherwise you would be more than qualified to be a politician." Guilliman looked at Cherubel, his eyes unwavering.
Cherubel didn't care about this.
It knows that a dam cannot be destroyed in a day.
Just leaving some traces on it would be enough.
It only takes a little bit of eating away at the dam like termites, and one day, the dam will collapse.
"No, I am a qualified demon, but not a qualified politician of the Empire. The nobles of Terra are much more evil than demons. Demons bring pain to humans very quickly. We can devour a city, a continent, or even a planet in a day or a month. But those nobles can slowly torture hundreds of millions of humans, making them spend their lives in despair and sorrow."
Guilliman smiled but did not refute Cherubel's words.
He turned and walked out. "Continue to collect information about the subspace. I will come back to you after a while."
Cherubel listened to Guilliman's footsteps and gave an evil smile.
It will work.
Corroding the opponent's spiritual dam bit by bit.
To drive a Primarch down a path of desperate madness.
It’s a wonderful thing to think about.
He could not save his own people.
He couldn't even save himself.
A person’s greatest enemy is himself.
No one can defeat himself.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
The heavy metal hatch slowly closed as Guilliman stepped out.
The door fits tightly together, as if it was cast in one piece, with no gap visible at all.
The patterns on the door also became complete.
Then, light emerged along the lines, outlining special symbols and forming a shielding force field.
"Sir." Vincent Horn walked forward with a look of worry on his face.
He also heard what was said just now.
Cherubel was attempting to corrupt the Primarch's mind.
Those words could easily drive a passionate young man to extremes and finally into the arms of chaos.
In his career as an Inquisitor hunting down Chaos heretics and aliens, Vincent Horn had seen countless examples of this.
Those passionate, ambitious and idealistic people who tried to change the miserable current situation of mankind were easily bewitched and became enemies of the empire after encountering the critical blow of reality.
Demons love to attack people's minds from all angles.
Those who are greedy for power start with power.
Those who are greedy for money start with money.
Those who claim to be loyal start with loyalty.
They slowly corrode everything, and those people are unaware.
Confusion breeds betrayal.
"Don't listen to anything Cherubel says." Guilliman shook his head, indicating that he had no problem. "Its words are not enough to make me doubt my judgment. But we still need to be vigilant. These demons are cunning and shameless enough. Any carelessness will bring us heavy disasters."
Guilliman used a warning tone, showing great caution towards this.
No wonder the devil's temptation is so terrible.
Simple fear and threats can only scare the weak.
How could those strong men rebel because of this
The reason is that they not only torture those people physically, the most terrible method is to torture the other party's soul and use the other party's thoughts to hurt the other party's spirit.
They will always accurately grasp everyone's pain points and bewitch them.
After receiving Vincenthorn's assurance, Guilliman headed for the elevator.
I didn't get any information about Terra, but I did gain some information.
Several Demon Primarchs have already set out, so we need to speed up.
Get to Terra as quickly as possible to activate the second-level database and further strengthen your warriors.
Another thing is to confirm the Emperor's status, reach an agreement with him, and then find a way to find the other Primarchs.
This is all the plan he has made recently, and now he just needs to move forward steadily according to the established plan.
Guilliman thought as he entered the elevator.
I entered the password again, completed the inspection, and then started the elevator and left.
Standing on the elevator, Guilliman closed his eyes and pondered about the Emperor.
He got some information from Cherubel's conversation.
This demon prince was once the god of a race.
Guilliman was unable to ask whether it was faith in the God of creation, or a powerful individual who became a god after being promoted.
But from any perspective, they are equally dangerous.
The Emperor was right.
God should not exist in the human world.
Abandoning God is the right thing to do.
It's just that in this dark universe, without the power of faith, humans are more fragile and more likely to go to destruction. The belief and worship of the Emperor is a double-edged sword.
While protecting humanity, it also pushed humanity and the Emperor into the abyss.
Guilliman did not return to the strategy room; he had other things to do.
He had to see what message Call had sent.
Sicarius and the many Honor Guards did not raise any objections to their lord's itinerary.
Guilliman walked into another confidential corridor and used his authority to pass the confidentiality measures.
Took the elevator into the secret cabin where Caul's clone was.
After coming out, he mechanically passed through the multiple security of the cabin.
The armored door leading to Kaul's clone has been opened.
Guidos was waiting for him at the door.
Each time we met, the old man looked older and more fragile than the last time.
Guilliman considered that perhaps the time had come for Roshan to succeed Guidos.
The old man can't stay here forever.
The powerful psychic pressure was slowly taking his life.
Guilliman couldn't bear to let an old man spend his last days in the dark cabin deck.
"My Lord Regent." Guidos saluted and said respectfully, "I feel that the oppression from the Supreme Heaven has been alleviated. Have you won another victory?"
"Yes, I have won again, Guidos. I am sorry, we are still fighting against Chaos, but you can only stay here and cannot enjoy the cheers and admiration of those people." Guilliman apologized to Guidos.
It is a loss for those who fight to receive no glory and reward.
"Everyone has his duty, and loyalty is the reward." Guidos tried to put on a smile.
Guilliman smiled back at this remark.
The two walked through the security check procedure which required two people's password.
Guidos activated Kaul's clone according to the previous procedure.
Even though the rituals of the Mechanicus were ignored, it still looked very strange.
It's a mixture of supernatural forces and the laws of physics.
Guidos spoke the coded sequence he had received, and the entire cabin began to vibrate.
The head immersed in the nutrient tank opened its mouth and let out a silent scream.
With a buzzing sound and a flashing indicator light, Kohl's clone came online.
It’s like an elder sleeping in the virtual network is awakened and re-enters the real universe with the help of data.
Guidos left quickly, his expression looking like he was trying his best to endure the pain.
"The great Regent of the Empire, Grand Marshal of the Empire, Savior of mankind." Kawl's clone said, "Dear Roboute, it is such a pleasure to meet you."
"I don't have much time. Tell me as quickly as possible what information Kaur gave me."
"It's so sad. I thought you would miss me as much as I miss you." Kaul's clone said in a slightly helpless and human voice.
Guilliman increasingly suspected that this thing was an artificial intelligence, and a very high level one at that.
"The Grand Sage Belisarius Cawl congratulates you on your achievements. He has completed the tasks you assigned him. The various scientific research departments in the Ultramar sector are operating in an orderly manner. They absorb knowledge like sponges and organize it into a perfect system. Research on the warp is still ongoing, but this project is full of dangers. Even with the help of the Grey Knights, many researchers are constantly heading towards death."
"That's enough bad news," Guilliman said somewhat disappointedly.
The Warp is the realm of psykers, sorcerers, and arcane technology.
It is undoubtedly a huge challenge to use human scientific methods to study and summarize, and to find a feasible path. "Any other news?" "The Great Sage has set off. He will return to the solar system and restart his many projects. At the same time, he will also recover the original mother to prepare for the next stage of strengthening."
"The Primal Matrix?" said Guilliman.
"Yes, the one from the Cult of the Moon. When the Horus Heresy attacked the Solar System, a team consisting of the Iron Hands, Salamanders, Raven Guard, and Iron Warriors loyalists took the Proto-Matrix to a supply station in the Black Void, and the Archmagus recovered it. The Proto-Matrix is a product of the Golden Age. It records all human genetic sequences. With the help of this thing, we can fully understand the genetic evolution of humans and change them. This is how the Space Marines came about." Guilliman knew a lot about the Proto-Matrix, so he didn't ask any more questions, but asked another one.
"When will Kaur arrive?"
"It's not clear yet. If the journey in the warp space goes smoothly, he will arrive before you enter Terra. If not, you will have to wait for a while."
"Tell him to tell me the exact situation. I have to make corresponding preparations. The warp storm is intensifying, and my enemies are eyeing me covetously. They can't fight me, so they are very likely to attack my helpers. Cawl leaving the Ultramar sector is a very risky move."
"The Great Sage has explored various parts of the galaxy many times. He has rich experience. His mechanical arks and the Skitarii are not in vain."
"There was no Great Rift back then. Today, the traitors are more active than ever before."
"I have coded the relevant information and will convey your concern to the Great Sage. But I must remind you that everything is currently under the Great Sage's calculations. He has predicted the direction of the overall event. So far, everything you have done is basically within his predictions, with a deviation of less than one percent. You can fully trust him to safely travel through the warp and come to Terra to meet you."
"I hope so. I don't want to waste time going back to save my chief scientific researcher. That would delay many things. Here's a new question. How much does the Great Sage know about the past? Things before human civilization."
"He knows a lot. He has collected data on more than 1,600 alien civilizations, 300 of which have existed since before human civilization stepped into the stars until the Great Crusade. They existed for a long time, and were then destroyed and massacred in the Great Crusade." "No, I mean the even more distant past."
"There is no data on this, sir. I know nothing about it."
"Forget it. I'll discuss this matter with Kaul in detail when he comes."
Guilliman gave up trying to get an answer from Cawl's clone.
"In addition to asking the Great Sage to report his situation, is there any other information that needs to be conveyed?" asked Kaul's clone.
"No, the remaining questions will be dealt with after he arrives."
"Okay, the relevant questions have been coded." Kaul's clone said, "Do you confirm to send it?"
"Confirmed sending," said Guilliman.
The roar of the machine sounded again, and Guilliman could feel the terrifying psychic oppression.
Soon, the oppression disappeared and everything returned to calm.
The machine indicator light begins to slowly turn off.
Those heads with wide mouths slowly closed,
The heavy gates dropped, carrying them from Guilliman's sight.
After standing there for a moment, Guilliman turned and walked towards the elevator.
Now, we have to deal with Terra's affairs.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Beta-Garmon system.
The boundary between reality and fantasy is distorting and stretching.
The ether storm in the highest heaven is roaring.
The spatial structure was torn apart and a crack emerged.
Unnatural light burst from the cracks.
Twisted, nameless things clung to the Geller field of the majestic warship, growling hungrily.
A massive fleet came from the Warp and flew out of the rift continuously.
After entering the real universe, the crew immediately activated the plasma drive engine, using the powerful thrust to push the battleship into the dark void.
On the tilted hull, sparks flew from the immaterial storm and the hard starlight, creating dozens of cold metallic lights. The number of ships doubled with every passing second.
The fleet from Terra quickly completed the transition from madness to order.
The nobles of Terra were acutely aware of the crisis that Guilliman's arrival represented.
If they don't resist now, they will never have the chance to resist again.
The Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy, and many Terran nobles gathered their forces and sent them to Beta-Garmon.
Here they would face the Primarch.
Such a war is of great significance, as the nobles of Terra are declaring war on the orthodoxy of the Primarch.
Regardless of victory or defeat, they have shown the world an attitude, that is, their resistance.
Guilliman could either start a civil war or compromise and maintain the current situation.
The nobles also know what a large-scale civil war would mean to the current human empire.
A large rift appears, causing an increase in Chaos Incursions.
Plus aliens like orcs, zerg, and tau.
It can be said that every part of the empire was in dire straits.
A civil war would undoubtedly make the human condition worse.
But many powerful people have reached a consensus.
They will never compromise unless Guilliman gives up his reforms.
What's the point of keeping an empire without these elites and their elite families
Better to go to destruction.
They were also betting on one thing, that Guilliman would not dare to start a civil war.
The resurrected Primarch would eventually compromise, ending the war and reforming in a mutually honorable manner.
No one would deny how powerful the Primarch was, and with the forces they had, it would be difficult to defeat Guilliman.
The powerful people of Terra have also considered this.
But everyone has weaknesses. Guilliman wants to save the Empire and save humanity, and this is his weakness.
A civil war would undoubtedly lead to the fragmentation of humanity.
Once the battle for the Beta-Garmon galaxy begins, it will be the beginning of the disaster of human collapse.
In order to retain the power in their hands, the powerful people in other parts of the empire will also respond in unison and fight against the original body at all costs.
The longer the war drags on, the larger the scale of the civil war will become.
Guilliman had no choice but to compromise, otherwise humanity would be torn apart, and his act of saving humanity would become his act of destroying humanity.
Good people in this world will always be threatened.
Only bad guys can act with impunity.
Guilliman cares about humans, so he is destined to be held hostage by the lives and deaths of the people of the Empire.
The resolute promotion of reform is leading to the fragmentation of humanity.
Or give up, compromise, and continue to patch up the empire's system to maintain human survival.
This is a multiple-choice question.
The Terran nobles were confident that Guilliman would choose the latter.
The huge mechanical ark leaped out of the subspace, and the light of the ether and the inanimate beings gradually disappeared, completely driven away by the rules of reality.
The bulkhead opened and scalding steam gushed out of the circulation pipes.
With the lumen lights flickering, the plasma generator began to stabilize and various systems functioned.
The purified air is released, replacing the polluted air.
Fully armed crew members and fighter slaves checked every corner of the Ark to prevent any unliving beings from following them into the real universe.
The mechanical ark is so huge that its mass is equivalent to that of an unstable satellite and it has generated its own gravitational field.
It belongs to a conservative mechanical sage.
All kinds of equipment filled the interior of the ark.
The industrial capacity of the Ark has surpassed that of many forge worlds.
Loaded with the best technology Mars has to offer.
The weapons it is equipped with are more powerful than those of the Imperial battleships, with a longer range and more terrifying defensive capabilities.
This is a necessary condition for maintaining a major war.
The members of the Mechanicus above can continuously provide weapons and ammunition to this army, repair the damaged war machines and send them back to the battlefield.
It can also provide sufficient firepower support.
In order to defend his beliefs, the owner of the Mechanical Ark, the conservative Mechanicus Magus, launched the Ark into the Beta-Garmon system to stop Guilliman.
He fought for his beliefs, defending the tenets of the All-Manifold that had been so profaned by the Primarch.
What Guilliman and the Magos Ruler did in the Ultramar sector has completely angered the conservative members of Mars.
Such blatant trampling of the Olympic Agreement.
The Colossus of Sky Punishment is a modular production warship, armed with a large number of weapons and equipment without STC templates.
This is a blatant act of contempt and blasphemy against the God of All Things.
This is also why Mars is involved in this event.
When the high lords proposed war, the conservatives led by General Forge readily agreed.
In order to defend the glory of the God of All Things, they must use force to eliminate the radicals who trample on the teachings of the God of All Things.
Kaur was already on their kill list.
Even if Guilliman wanted peace.
The Martians wanted to kill the ruling sage Caul and completely crush the radicals.
This is the impetus for Mars to join the war.
It is also a condition they will never compromise on.
Behind the mechanical ark is a large transport fleet.
These behemoths were designed to transport Imperial legions to battlefields across the galaxy.
There are also several hexagonal Titan transport ships among them.
These transports have slender hull structures constructed of adamantium.
A detachable ship is carried on its hull.
These ships are the main force for transporting Titan mechas.
It has a bulky gravity impeller and automatic propeller.
Titan can be safely landed on the surface of the planet.
Several Titan Legions loyal to Mars responded to the Fabricator-General's orders.
Many Titans stored in the Solar System were taken out from their sealed places, loaded onto transport ships, and transported to the Beta-Garmon System, ready to participate in a war that would determine the fate of mankind.
The mechanical ark slowly entered the galaxy and finally hovered at the designated strategic location.
Before engaging in close-range ground combat, they will engage in a battle with the Primarch's void fleet to delay the enemy long enough.
Other ships began to enter the system, and the battleships each took up their positions and built up defenses.
The transport ship entered the planet's low-Earth orbit and released the cargo in the cabin.
Massive numbers of soldiers and their equipment were dropped onto the ground.
In order to gain the initiative in negotiations with Guilliman.
It can be said that the Terran nobles have placed all their cards on the Beta-Garmon system.
Under the giant warships that block out the sky, there are countless small ships.
They come from various families.
Layer upon layer, hovering in the void, like the seal of a honeycomb.
Among them are the void fortresses used by the knight family, the cargo ships of the merchant family, and the troop transports of the military family.
Whether it was the mechanical ships belonging to Mars or the imperial spaceships of many families, they were all sent into the Beta-Garmon galaxy.
Battleships, cruisers, frigates, and light cruisers gathered together on a huge scale.
Enough to easily destroy the Beta-Garmon galaxy.
In addition to these conventional forces, what is most eye-catching is the addition of the Emperor's Angels.
The Mitauno Chapter, the White Archon Chapter, the White Templar Chapter, the Storm Wings Chapter, the Red Wolves Chapter, the Red Scorpions Chapter, the Furious Angels Chapter, etc., a total of fifteen chapters were summoned by the High Lord and sent to Beta-Galmon.
To call back so many Chapters at a time when the Imperium is threatened across the board would be a betrayal to the suffering citizens of the Imperium.
Many chapters were dissatisfied with this, but still responded to the call.
They knew that this time the order was directed at the antigen.
But these were the orders of the High Lord, the orders of Terra, and they had to obey.
To do otherwise would be to betray the Empire.
In their view, loyalty to Terra is loyalty to the Emperor.
This is the inertia of ten thousand years, and no matter how strong Guilliman's appeal is, it is impossible to reverse it quickly.
Even the Iron Hands Chapter was sending men to the Beta-Garmon system at the request of the Mechanicum and the orders of Terra.
"Guilliman is a demon. He has been corrupted and must learn from his brother Horus to destroy Terra and the Emperor."
"The day has come to prove your loyalty, citizens of the Empire. Defend the Emperor, defend Terra, and prevent that terrible tyrant from entering the Solar System. Humanity will prevail, justice will prevail, and we will make Guilliman and other remnants of the old times annihilate under the glory of the Emperor."
In order to promote his own justice, he made the Imperial soldiers and the Emperor's Angels determined to fight against Guilliman.
The High Lords even lifted some of the ban on information regarding Horus's Heresy in order to weaken Guilliman's influence and reduce the legitimacy of his control over the Imperium as a child of the Emperor.
The Pope, the supreme leader of the Ecclesiarchy, even came forward and told the believers bluntly that Guilliman had been corrupted and became a minion of the Warp.
His path to salvation is not to save humanity, but to push both the Imperium of Man and the Emperor into the abyss and please the evil beings of Chaos.
Under the propaganda offensive of the High Lords and many powerful people, in the minds of many Terrans, Guilliman is equivalent to Horus of the past, a despicable usurper.
"This is a great war. After ten thousand years, we are once again facing a crisis that is enough to shake the Empire, but we will win. That evil, hateful tyrant controlled by the evil warp has occupied the Bab system. He enslaved the people there and made their lives worse than death. But he should not dream of getting Terra. We have countless loyal soldiers. Under the glory of the Emperor, we will win."
Inside a troop transport, Yodon watched the broadcast on the holographic screen through the visual field of the respirator.
His coat bore the insignia of the Death Korps of Krieg, but nothing else.
Krieger wants no glory, no medals.
Loyalty is their greatest reward.
Their birth mission is to wait for the call of the Empire and then die on the battlefield, defending the glory of the Emperor and redeeming the sins of their bloodline.
Behind Jotun, many Krieg soldiers remained silent like him.
There was a slight vibration from the transport ship, and Yodon looked at the data tablet in his hand, which showed that they had arrived at their destination and were about to be transported to the ground.
They are about to face an unprecedented war.
An enemy of a powerful Primarch.
But they are fearless.
For the Emperor, they were ready to die.