Beta-Garmon is a multi-daughter galaxy.
The star burning with blue-white flames controls six planets with its celestial gravity.
Among them, Planet No. 5 in the Beta-Garmon Galaxy is the most precious.
With its excellent void ports and unique void gravity, this planet has become a prosperous world.
A large number of suspended platforms, space foundries and smelting plants are suspended in the planet's low-Earth orbit.
More than thirty percent of the troops from Terra are stationed here.
A large number of transport ships moved back and forth on the ground and in the sky like a swarm of bees.
"For Terra and Mars."
Hanto, the leader of the knight family, raised his arms and shouted, and the other knights followed suit.
They belong to the Taranis family.
This ancient family originated from Mars.
The control of the first knight armor prototype of the dark technological era lies in the hands of the ancestor of this ancient family.
The Taranis will always fight for humanity.
This is an oath that is ingrained in their blood, and every descendant of the Taranis family will never forget it.
From the Old Night to the Great Crusade, they have always chosen humanity over glory and power.
This fine quality once brought the family a lot of suffering.
All the way to the brink of extinction.
But this family still persevered, unlike other families who were enslaved on their mechanical thrones because of various crimes.
They maintained their independence and gained the respect of both the Mechanicum and Terra through their exploits.
During the Horus Heresy, civil unrest broke out on Mars, nearly leading to the extinction of the entire Taranis family.
After that mutually devastating battle, only two knights were left in the entire family.
One of them was seriously injured and could only rely on machinery to stay alive.
At one point, the heritage was on the verge of extinction.
However, the Taranis family still survived that darkest hour and once again became the steadfast protectors of humanity.
“For humanity.”
Hanto silently recited the family oath in his heart: he would die for humanity and die for loyalty, and this would never change.
Mechanical prompts sounded in the wide cabin wall, urging the knights to leave the cabin as soon as possible.
In the flashing lights, dozens of mechanical thrones were under red lights, waiting for the knights to activate them.
The knight mechas are all fixed in a frame made up of heavy mechanical arms and thick hydraulic pipes.
They are sleeping, waiting to be awakened.
Following the urgent prompt, the hatch on the other side slowly opened with the hissing sound of hydraulic pipes.
The transport ship they were on had already landed on the ground, and the driver was waiting for the knights to take the mecha away and then transport the next batch of passengers.
Hanto stepped towards his mechanical throne and walked over.
His hair was combed back into a slicked-back style and waxed, making him look quite handsome.
The nerve access port on the forehead is clearly visible without any obstruction.
Several followers were jogging, following closely behind him.
"Knights. Let's go and show the world the power of the Taranis family." Hanto shouted.
After shouting, he reached to the side.
One of the attendants placed the helmet in his hand.
Hanto put it on his head, letting the padding completely wrap around his skull.
The transparent, impurity-free eyepiece blocked his eyes, the sealing buckle was locked, and the neural interface automatically connected, piercing into his skull and connecting to his nerves.
A mechanical humming sound came from behind his head, and a communication device diagram appeared. All the knights of the Taranis family here were connected to the same channel.
Hanto walked to his mechanical throne and sat on it.
The mechanical throne's neural cables extended automatically, biting onto their interfaces like winding venomous snakes.
Become one with the Knight.
More data appeared in front of Hanto.
The mechanical arm rumbled and dropped from the ceiling of the transport ship, grabbed the mechanical throne, and then embedded it into the knight's mecha.
When the connection completion icons light up one by one, the hatch will automatically fall down with a snapping sound, sealing it tightly.
The purified air hissed in from the ventilation duct, replacing the chaotic air and increasing the cabin pressure.
The connection interface of the neural pulse device appeared, and a huge amount of information poured into the knight's mind.
In an instant, Hanto could feel his body merge into one with the Knight Titan.
He could no longer feel his own flesh and blood.
At this moment, his body was a mechanical body made of refined gold and various high-strength synthetic metals.
The Knight Titan and his mind remain inseparable, fitting seamlessly like a glove and a hand, and man and machine are integrated into one.
At this moment, he turned into a metal giant, clenched his iron fist with guns, and the high temperature of the plasma reactor replaced the beating of his heart.
"For the Emperor, for the Omnissiah," Hanto shouted, with conviction.
Many knights also shouted through mechanical generators in response to the patriarch.
"go ahead."
As he spoke, the mechanical clamps on the Knight Titan's ankles, waist and shoulders all fell off.
Under the knight's control, the Knight Titan began to move.
They walked towards the surface of Beta-Galmon V.
The Knight Titans formed a neat square formation, with a strong sense of oppression.
As the knights marched out in a line, the Astra Militarum soldiers nearby felt a sense of depression.
Knights are a symbol of destruction. Wherever they appear, it becomes the enemy's nightmare.
Their existence also intimidates other troops. Never think of betraying the Emperor, otherwise, they will destroy you with overwhelming force.
Not far from the Taranis family, large Titans were being released from Titan transport ships.
They are bigger and more powerful.
The tall and majestic steel body is a symbol of the destructive power of the God of All Machines.
Just the sight of those Titans standing there was enough to make mortals feel fearful and uneasy.
Many members of the Taita Order also descended to the surface on the transport ship.
This time, Mars sent over the two most important Titan orders.
The all-female Jiaoyang Army.
And the Firebee Legion, known as the Executioners of Mars.
These two Titan Legions are extremely famous in the Empire.
Perhaps, this is fate.
During the Great Crusade, the Jiaoyang Legion fought a brutal battle with the rebellious Titan Legion.
The location is also on the planet Beta-Galmon 5.
It was a battle that mobilized most of the empire's military strength.
More than 90 percent of the Jiaoyang Legion's members were killed here.
Only the daughter of the Legion's matron evacuated with some members of the order to defend the Solar System.
The casualty rate for every troop involved in that battle was staggeringly horrific.
But with that sacrifice, the Loyalists in the Beta-Garmon system crushed Horus's plan to quickly defeat the Emperor, turning a blitzkrieg into a protracted war.
Horus was forced to advance bit by bit, and the battle lasted for several years.
The Ultramarines finished up the damage, allowing the Loyalists to overwhelm the Traitors.
Of the many battles fought during the Horus Heresy, the Beta-Garmon system was the most brutal and important.
It determines the direction of human destiny.
Now, it will also determine the fate of humanity's future.
To follow the path of the Terran nobles, or to follow the path of Guilliman.
The crisis this time is no less severe than that of ten thousand years ago.
Once Guilliman compromises, everything will return to the way it was.
Perhaps the Primarch may still hold the highest power in the Empire, but everything will change.
The reforms will be cancelled, and humanity will move forward in the glory of the God of All Machines and the Emperor.
If Guilliman had not compromised, the Imperium would have broken free from its old constraints and embarked on a new path.
After the transport ship landed and released the divine machinery on board, many priests stepped into the transport ship of the Jiaoyang Legion.
A huge sarcophagus with flashing indicator lights is placed in the highest-level transport cabin.
Aisha, the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion, was awakened from her sleeping cabin.
She has been sleeping for a long time and will only be awakened during war.
Mars uses this to prolong the life of the mistress and keep her in the best condition at all times.
The Mechanical Priest pulled out the operating data pad from the sarcophagus, tapped it with his slender metal fingers, and operated it.
Along with the humming sound, the sound of mechanical gears rang out.
The huge metal hatch was slowly opened, and a woman with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance appeared in front of the mechanical priest.
She was connected by countless cables, lying naked in the sarcophagus, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale.
The members of the Mechanicus had no reaction to the body in the sarcophagus that was enough to seduce countless men.
In the eyes of the Mechanical Priest, this is just a body made of mechanical flesh and blood, not worthy of too much attention.
Only when faced with mysterious and profound knowledge will their enthusiasm and human greed emerge.
At other times, the Mechanical Priest always remains cold and expressionless.
Sterile amniotic fluid was withdrawn and the Mechanic Priest began the neural awakening procedure.
Accompanied by the emergence of countless data and binary codes.
Elsa, who had fallen into a deep sleep to slow down the decline of her life, opened her eyes.
The data connected to her skull quickly flowed into her mind, helping her understand the current situation.
The details of the Mars mission were presented to her, and the amount of information contained was jaw-dropping and shocking.
Elsa never thought that after sleeping for so long, the enemy she would fight against after waking up would be a resurrected Primarch.
And the battle took place in the Beta-Garmon galaxy, which once determined the fate of the Jiaoyang Legion and mankind.
She had a vague sense of the absurdity of fate.
With the help of several family servants, Elsa climbed up.
Years of immersion have made her body extremely soft. As soon as it comes into contact with the air, her pores begin to shrink naturally, making her skin tight.
Soon, with the help of the Mechanical Priest, she regained her ability to move.
Servants fetched the Mistress's equipment and her weapons from the dusty armory.
Her partner, a dormant Emperor-class Titan, the Goddess of War, also entered the process of awakening and repair inspection.
The Goddess of War is a Titan that has experienced many battles and has countless honors.
In many battles, it lived up to the title of God of War.
Its fierce and powerful destructive posture makes countless enemies tremble, and its terrifying firepower makes the enemies tremble in fear.
As the mistress, Elsa has the highest authority in the Jiaoyang Legion.
She controls the entire Jiaoyang Legion, including members of various knight families and Titans at all levels.
This is an unimaginable power.
The destruction of a planet is just a matter of thought for her.
At this time in the galaxy, there are very few forces that can fight against a Titan army.
Even the Chaos Warriors blessed by the gods are nothing more than ants in front of the Titan Legion and can be crushed at will.
The priests passed information pulses to each other, and soon they completed the work in their hands.
After confirming the Matron's status for the last time, they closed the access panel and hurried away.
Its working process displays a strange synchronization and efficiency.
It took Aisha some time to understand the ins and outs of this battle and digest the amount of information contained therein.
The resurrected Primarch went down the wrong path and tried to seize the supreme power of the Empire.
Such actions have threatened the Emperor's rule.
The Terran nobles launched a powerful counterattack to ensure the stability of the Emperor's rule.
She would fight for the Emperor, to defend Terra from a traitorous scion who sought to seize power from her father.
Just as it was ten thousand years ago.
Elsa fell silent for a moment, but soon became firm.
The Jiaoyang Legion will hold its ground here and will never retreat or compromise.
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"To defend the Holy Emperor, to defend Terra, we will die bravely, we will sacrifice everything. You are the pillars of the Empire, the hope of mankind, the best defenders of the Emperor. Take up your weapons, raise your roar, justice will prevail, the Empire will prevail, Holy Terra will prevail."
At the airport of Beta-Garmon V, a huge holographic projection was giving a speech to the Astra Militarum passing by.
The Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs launched the most powerful propaganda offensive in history to brainwash the troops participating in the war.
Hast sat on a Chimera troop carrier, looking at the projection with a serious look.
As Imperial Chancellor Tyrion said, those guys have gone crazy.
They assembled such a huge army just to fight a Primarch and force him to compromise, even going so far as to lift many historical taboos and deny the legitimacy and motives of a Primarch from every angle.
The scale of the troops assembled on Terra was so huge that the airport exit, which was more than ten kilometers long, was filled with Star Army regiments from all over the place.
When Hast led the Cadian soldiers out of the skyport, he saw hundreds of Gorgon transport vehicles forming a long line, loaded with supplies and towing artillery.
Super heavy tanks such as Leman Russ and Baneblade were lined up in rows of three, stretching to the point where there was no end in sight, rumbling along the road.
Most tanks are equipped with trench tracks, dozer blades and air filtration devices to adapt to the harsh combat environment.
These are just the tip of the iceberg, and a large number of troops have not yet been transported down.
Haast examined the tanks and guessed from their emblems which regiment they belonged to.
A trace of sadness also emerged in my heart.
If the Empire had been willing to send more troops to Cadia, the Great Rift would never have occurred.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.
Several armored vehicles adorned with grinning skulls in spiked helmets appeared in Haast's view.
He recognized it as the emblem of the Krieg Death Korps.
This is one of the most elite troops in the human empire.
Everyone who has come into contact with the Death Troopers of Krieg will find them to be nothing less than war machines.
They believed they were sinful and needed to fight to the death to atone for their sins.
Hast looked away.
He sat in the troop carrier, thinking about his next move.
Imperial Prime Minister Tyrion said he would lobby a group of allies to reduce the scale of this civil war and avoid unnecessary casualties among Imperial soldiers.
However, before leaving, the other party did not give him any information.
He didn't know whether Tyrion was trying to avoid the surveillance of the other High Lords, or whether the Imperial Chancellor had given up on supporting the Primarch and thrown himself into the camp of the corrupt bureaucrats of the Empire.
"Sir, there is a secret report." A guard trotted over, saluted Hast, and handed him the data tablet.
Hast took it and looked at it, then smiled.
This was the list of people in the same camp and some instructions sent to him by Tirian.
There were quite a few people who opposed this civil war.
They were originally a group of scattered sand, and their hearts were extremely confused.
But under Tirian's lobbying, they finally stood together firmly and prepared to stop this disaster that could decide life and death for mankind.
Tirian sent a list of generals whose positions were wavering to Hast, asking him to continue lobbying these people and undermine the plans of the Terra nobles.
"Men should not go to war against one another." Hast recited the words Tirrion had left for him.
The Imperial Chancellor chose to betray his class and remain loyal to his oath.
Hast could imagine what Tirian felt when he wrote this sentence.
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A formation of fighter planes carrying the emblem of the Minotaur Chapter flew out from the flagship in low-Earth orbit and rushed towards the surface of the planet.
The air currents in the atmosphere scraped against the outer shell of the fighter plane, making a whistling sound.
It was like the howling of wolves was distorted in the wind.
Asion, the Mitauno Chapter Master, was fixed in the fighter's mechanical clamps to keep him stable during the bumpy airborne process.
He read the High Lord's orders.
"This is a war without winners. We have become a tool of politics." The chapter's priest said angrily, "Such a large-scale war will shatter the human empire and make those demons and traitors laugh loudly."
"Isn't this the mission we were created for? A weapon forged for the glory of the Emperor, and exists to defend the authority of the Empire." Ason responded to the priest's anger, "Other things have little to do with us. Our mission is to carry out Terra's orders."
"If it is for the Emperor, then we should not be here," said the Chapter Chaplain.
"We have no choice." Ason shook his head. "The High Lords left us here for this very reason. They need a blade that does not belong to any Primarch. Our gene seed does not belong to any Chapter. It is a chimeric gene seed specially created by the Mechanical Magus of Mars. Do you want all your brothers to lose control?"
"Want those brothers to join Chaos and forsake the glory of the Emperor like the other Chapters of the Cursed Founding? We have no choice."
The Minotaurs were formed during the 21st Founding, also known by the Inquisitors and other Chapters as the Cursed Founding.
Every war group that was founded at that time ended up with a dark ending.
Many Chapters of the Imperium believe that the 21st has been tainted since its birth.
This also resulted in the twenty-first-founding regiment being unable to establish friendly relations with other friendly forces.
Many chapters suffered discrimination and were subjected to various censorship by the Empire.
Once a mutation occurs, it will lead to the purge of the Imperial Inquisition and other friendly chapters.
As a result, many warbands fell into despair amid discrimination and targeting, and chose to join Chaos.
The Minotaur Warband was also a product of that army's founding, but they had always been favored by the High Lords and had never been troubled by the imperial bureaucracy.
Many of these crimes, serious enough to warrant excommunication, were sanctioned by the High Lords and had their records expunged.
Their price is to become the private army of the High Lords Council in exchange for the support of the empire.
It's not that the Minotaur Legion has no mutations, but they have been suppressing those mutations with the help of Martian technology.
Some unqualified recruits will be executed directly at the beginning.
The Chapter Chaplain sighed and finally gave up his rebuttal.
They needed to fight for Terra.
No choice.
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Located in the hive city of Beta-Garmon V.
A meeting will be held here.
Because of the long distances, the leaders of various troops chose to use projection to hold meetings.
Along with the roar of machinery, unclear figures appeared in the dim hall.
The body flickers from time to time, like a ghost.
His eyes were hollow and his limbs were nothing more than blurry curves made up of a thin haze of light.
The circular projector mounted on the wall made a mechanical rotation sound, and the ticking computing array was also processing the incoming data at high speed.
The picture is sometimes clear and sometimes out of focus.
After adjusting for a while, the vivid projection finally appeared in the hall.
Advanced Martian technology is used here to make each projected character appear lifelike, as if they were created naturally, with no traces of artificiality.
The speed of light and the jagged interference depicted were hard to detect, and only because the hall was pitch black did they all emit a faint glow, indicating that they were holographic ghosts.
The controllers of many forces including the Knight Family, the Titan Order, the Astra Militarum, and the Chapter gathered here.
As they appeared, a large-scale holographic projection gradually took shape in the flickering, showing the Beta-Garmon system composed of gas giants, terrestrial planets, stars and asteroid belts.
Beta-Garmon is a very prosperous system.
In addition to being located at a node in the Warp Lanes, it also produces a large amount of resources.
For example, rare metals mined from gaseous planets.
In the vast void of the Beta-Garmon galaxy, there are a large number of docks and industrial foundries suspended.
It embellishes the galaxy like pearls.
Once the galaxy projection is stable, everything will be ready.
The projectors came online one after another, but the meeting place was unusually silent.
Everyone looked at each other but couldn't say anything, and soon fell into silence again.
It was not until a moment later that a voice was heard.
"Who will be the commander of this operation?"
The nobles of Terra assembled this huge army at the fastest speed.
But they didn't have much experience in commanding such a large army.
After all, they are thinking more about how to maintain their power.
As for issues like an army's chain of command and logistical supply, they couldn't think so much about them.
If they could perfectly coordinate an army of this size, they wouldn't have to fear Guilliman purging them.
What they wanted was to throw this army into the Beta-Garmon system in exchange for capital for negotiations with Guilliman.
I never thought about who would coordinate such a magnificent army.
Without a Primarch-level figure and overwhelming influence, who could coordinate such a large army in a short period of time and convince everyone
"Mars should be in charge. We are proficient in data and can make the most rational judgments and decisions." said a mechanical sage who replaced his legs with the Destroyer anti-gravity engine platform.
His heavy body hovered there, and his many weapons moved with the sound of pistons and gears.
"This is war, not data calculations," a military general retorted bluntly.
"There is no difference between the two." The Mechanical Sage said, "Reason and data can help us win."
"If that were the case, the Mechanicus should have defeated Chaos and become invincible in the galaxy long ago. Why didn't they do that?"
The general sneered, then changed the subject.
"My opinion is that the admiral appointed by Admiral Mereda should be the commander of this campaign."
"The Astra Militarum will never obey your orders. Emperor bless you, it would be a nightmare for you to command this war. Your spears of light will never hit the enemy, and will always hit your own people."
A big shot in the Astra Militarum refuted the proposal of the admiral from the navy.
The Army and the Navy have never gotten along; they don't like each other.
Each family has determined which camp they belong to since their ancestors.
A dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse’s son lives in a mouse hole.
The Solar Star Region is different from other star regions where wars are frequent.
Under the protection of the Emperor, the Solar System has always been relatively stable.
If alien or chaotic forces are able to reach the Solar System, it will alert other star regions and prompt them to provide support.
Overall, the solar system is peaceful compared to other star regions.
For this reason, many noble families would send their children to the camp to which they belong to take over their positions.
In peacetime, he used his political capital to help him get promoted quickly, and then transferred him away before the war came, thus ensuring the stability of the family inheritance to the greatest extent.
Therefore, the deeper you go into Terra, the more intertwined the family forces become. Basically, several generations of a family will enter the same system and control the resources.
Compared to those star regions that are constantly at war, it is actually fairer, and those at the bottom have more opportunities to climb to the top.
The various forces argued for a long time but were unable to decide on a commander this time.
On Mars, they hope that the Mechanicus will take control of this army.
The navy and the army also have their own ideas.
Some generals supported by merchants and the Ministry of the Interior were also unwilling to compromise.
The parties were arguing fiercely.
It is difficult to reach a consensus.
As for why the high lords did not appoint a supreme commander at the beginning, it was also because they could not reach a consensus.
You know, the trump cards of all Terra’s powerful people are placed in the Beta-Garmon system.
Once the supreme commander is the spokesperson of a certain force and unscrupulously uses their trump cards while keeping his own, the result can be imagined.
Even if Guilliman was forced to compromise with Terra, maintain the current situation, stop reforming, and undermine the core interests of the powerful.
These people will also be squeezed out of the core layer by other high lords because they have no foundation.
In this way, wouldn't it be making wedding clothes for others
When the high lords chose their commander, they also considered various factors, and they all hoped that the representative of their own forces could become the commander.
Naturally, no consensus was reached in the end.
At least they had not been able to reach a consensus before the army gathered in the Beta-Garmon system, and it was estimated that they would never reach a consensus.
Hastert was fortunate to participate in this meeting.
Seeing those guys still fighting for power and protecting their own interests to the greatest extent in the current situation made him more determined in Tirian's point of view.
The empire needs to change, and the time has come for those corrupt inherited families to exit the stage of history, otherwise the empire will die and humanity will perish.
The human empire needs a great cleansing, to live from death, to be destroyed and then to be rebuilt.
Even a civil war that tears humanity apart would bring more benefits than maintaining the status quo.
The empire needs an iron fist to smash the corrupt system and ideas and then rebuild everything new.
"Enough, stop the meaningless quarrels." The matriarch of the Jiaoyang Legion spoke, raising her voice to silence the quarrelers present. "Arguing will not bring us to an agreement. Let Terra decide the position of the Supreme Commander. Now, our mission is to complete our mission and stick to our posts. We are fighting against a Primarch who was once a god of war walking among the stars and could command a large legion with ease. Your continued quarrels will only make us more vulnerable, not to mention facing the offensive of a Primarch. It will only make us a laughing stock, allowing the other side to easily step over our corpses, walk on the land of Terra, and take away the Emperor's crown."
Aisha's words caused everyone to fall into silence.
But soon, a discordant voice was heard.
"A woman, a piece of trash who can only sleep in a nutrient tank, what qualifications do you have to teach us?" A young general said indignantly, "The Jiaoyang Titan Corps has not been deployed for hundreds of years. Do you still remember how to fight a war?"
Elsa's projection remained silent for a moment, then looked at the general, "Since this is our first time, I forgive your ignorance and offense. Even if the Jiaoyang Legion is still a mechanical slave, it is better than you, a good-for-nothing who relies on family power to rise to power."
"You." The young general felt humiliated.
This damn woman compared him, an elite with excellent family heritage, to a machine slave.
This is a stain on his family's honor.
If it were the case at this moment in Terra, he would have drawn his gun and killed the other person without hesitation.
"Shut up, Kalaib." An old general who seemed to be in a high position of power next to the young general spoke up and stopped the other party from continuing to talk nonsense.
With this episode, Aisha also realized that this meeting was futile.
After a while, her communication was shut down.
This meeting is no longer meaningful.
The image of the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion flashed a few times and then disappeared.
Seeing some people leave early, many generals also disconnected their communications.
The Mechanicus Sage said in a mechanized voice, "Stupid and selfish, without any faith." Then he cut off the communication.
One by one, the images disappeared, and the hall fell into darkness again.
In the end, only the young general named Kalaibu looked at the direction of the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion and said indignantly, "What is there to be arrogant about? It's just a dog controlled by Mars."
After he finished cursing, he cut off the communication.
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Hast came out of his tent.
"General." A guard saluted.
Hast nodded, then walked away. He needed to talk to someone.
Tyrion gave him a list.
Now is the time to use this list.
He has already left Terra, so even if he is exposed, other troops will not dare to act rashly.
The Cadians were not afraid of them.
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Suspended on the Stormspear mothership in low Earth orbit.
The current Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, Vladimir, was shirtless, revealing his strong and powerful muscles like snakes and pythons.
At this moment, he was training in the training cage, sweating profusely.
With his strong will and instinctive fighting skills, the training machine slave was suppressed to the point where he could hardly move.
"Don't forget one thing, Vladimir. You are the second Imperial Fists. You know very well what kind of crisis the first Imperial Fists encountered in history and why it was destroyed. It is time for Terra to change. I hope you will stand on the right side. Even if Lord Dorne is resurrected and returns, he will not be willing to see his descendants attack his brother, Lord Guilliman, for power."
When Vladimir was about to win, Tirian's words appeared in his mind, and he was stunned.
The training machine slave seized the opportunity, broke free from his attack, and swung the long sword embedded in the bones towards his neck.
Vladimir was a veteran of many battles, so a blow that could have killed a rookie was nothing to him.
He squatted down to avoid the attack, then pounced on the robot and stabbed the opponent's skull with the weapon in his hand, thus winning.
But there was no joy on his face. He was no longer fit to continue training.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The Captain of the Imperial Fists, who was standing outside the training cage, looked at the Chapter Master and asked with concern.
With his years of experience as a veteran, he could tell that Vladimir was distracted.
This is fatal to a Space Marine.
"I'm troubled by something," said Vladimir.
"This war?"
"Yes, I am a little confused. Perhaps we should not have left Terra and come here. Even if the High Lord ordered us to do so, we should have refused without hesitation. Our fathers made a promise after the Horus Heresy that we would never fight against our brothers again. I wonder if we have broken this oath."
"I am equally confused. We gather here to launch an attack on a Primarch. How ridiculous it is. After this war, no matter what the result is, it will tear the Empire apart." First Captain Lysander said, "The Ultramarines have the most sub-groups. They are the backbone of the Empire, but Terra portrays their Primarch as a demon. They will feel humiliated and will react."
"My thoughts are the same as yours. Perhaps we were wrong. We stood on the wrong side. We fought for the bureaucrats we once hated and maintained their rule." Vladimir said, "Before we set out, Tirian requested to meet with me. He hoped that the Imperial Fists would give up their actions against the Proto-Entity and turn against us before the war to dissolve this civil war. For some complicated reasons, I did not reply to him."
"Perhaps he is right," said Lysander. "We have all been through the Battle of Cadia. It was a sad war, but the Imperium was able to stop the Great Reavers. We need a regime that can act quickly, detect crises, and resolve them quickly. We can no longer waste too much time on meaningless infighting. Those bureaucratic games have nothing to do with us. We are just warriors, sworn to fight for Mankind and the Emperor. And those in power on Terra have deviated from this."
Vladimir was silent for a long time before he finally said, "Summon the successor groups that belong to the Imperial Fists. I need to hear their opinions."
The Imperial Fists are based on Terra, and in the Solar System, most of the divisions are daughter groups that split off from the Imperial Fists, as well as chapters that use the Imperial Fists gene-seed.
In this operation, more than half of the fifteen chapters that came out in full force were descendants of the Imperial Fists.
The Imperial Fists only sent the Chapter Master and the First Company Captain, as well as two companies of warriors.
They can only be considered as supporting forces, not the main force, so they are not included in the fifteen battle groups.
But the Imperial Fists is the parent group and has great influence.
The company commander Lai Shan De left in a hurry.
Vladimir walked to his armory, where the chapter servants had been waiting for a long time. They would put on armor for him so that he could meet the leaders of other chapters.
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Terra.
The bottom floor of the hive.
Nava lay on a stone table, allowing members of the Brotherhood to draw blasphemous runes on his strong body.
"Eternal and immortal Lord of Brass, ruler of blood and fire, god of war and killing, please listen to the call of the believers. We will offer you our souls that crave destruction and blood, and ask you to guide us on the path to salvation."
A man in a blood-red robe yelled crazily, then cut Nava's palm and used a dagger to carve a symbol of the Blood God on his chest.
Nava endured the pain without making any sound.
The Blood God is never stingy with his blessings, and the only thing believers have to do is to prove that they are worthy of the blessings.
The Blood God values courage and the unyielding rage in his followers.
Nava already has both of these.
He was enraged by the empire's corrupt system, and had enough courage to fight against the rule of the Corpse King.
The Blood God will gladly accept his soul, give him enlightenment, and let him embark on the path of destroying the human kingdom.
Suddenly, gunshots were heard from outside.
Law enforcers from the Ministry of Justice obtained clues and locked onto the sacrificial site of the Brass Brotherhood.
Well-trained Imperial law enforcement forces use drones and advanced equipment to slaughter those who dare to betray the Emperor.
The Brotherhood of Brass is no match for the Imperial Adeptus Arbitris.
"We have to evacuate."
A man ran in hurriedly.
"Wait a moment." The man leading the sacrifice said, "He will soon receive the Blood God's gift. Terra will belong to the Blood God. A great era will begin, and the rule of the Corpse King will end."
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The speed of law enforcement forces is extremely fast.
The Brass Brotherhood recruited only the lower class. They had no good weapons and no fighting qualities, so they were quickly defeated.
Dead bodies were everywhere.
They were all poor people in ragged clothes.
An official from the Ministry of Justice walked over the corpse, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to avoid the pungent smell of blood.
"All these damned bugs deserve to die. Can't they learn to be loyal to the Emperor like the nobles?"
"You losers, solve the problem here as soon as possible. I have a cocktail party to attend tonight."
The Justice Department official lifted the belt around his fat body impatiently.
The law enforcement troops did not dare to refute this powerful figure with a huge force behind him. They could only speed up, defeat the traitors with simple weapons, and rush into the last room.
Prepare to deal with those traitors and end this battle.
However, the next second, their confidence was shattered.
Screams continued to ring out.
Several law enforcement troops fled in panic, their bodies trembling because of what had just happened.
Those colleagues who failed to escape were turned into broken flesh and blood, and a terrible killing monster slaughtered them.
Nava felt an endless rage burning, and this rage would not be quenched until he was completely killed.
A horrible, unimaginable will that delights in the bloodshed he causes.
But it is not enough, far from enough.
He needed to offer more blood to continue to please the other party.
He let out a roar, then walked out of the hall covered in blood.
The first thing Nava saw when he walked out was the official.
The official who had burned his best friend to death and slit the throats of his two children and a female neighbor.
A cruel smile appeared on Nava's face, a smile of impending revenge.
Praise be to the Great Blood God, he was given this opportunity.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne."
Nava roared, then he grabbed the machete in his hand and rushed towards the terrified law enforcement officers.
Behind him, the remnants of the Brass Brotherhood also rushed out.
They rushed towards the law enforcement forces, shouting slogans that the false emperor is dead and the Blood God should be established.