The question from the Grand Marshal of the Black Templar made everyone turn their attention to the Mechanical Sage, Regula.
If the emperor could really communicate with the world, it would definitely be a sensation throughout the empire.
It may even cause a shocking change in the entire empire.
Causing a political storm.
The elders and nobles of Terra would probably tremble in fear because of this.
During the ten thousand years that the Emperor slept.
What their family has done is worthy of being burned at the stake, which is the least they can do.
Especially the state religion.
The black spots of apostasy and bloody rule cannot be washed away.
For the current top leaders of the Empire, the Emperor's awakening will bring more harm than good.
But it is good news for ordinary people.
Humanity will once again receive the Emperor's guidance and no longer struggle in darkness.
After the Great Rift appeared, the situation of the human empire became worse.
There are a large number of distress messages floating in the subspace every moment.
Aliens, mutants, chaos.
Much of the world has been deeply harmed by these cancers.
The mechanical face of the Mechanical Sage Regula revealed a hint of humanity.
There was a sound of mechanical gears turning around my neck.
He shook his head a few times.
"We can't do what you said. The Emperor's power is too strong. We can't guide the Emperor's will to talk to us."
"Why not? You can all leverage his power, so guiding his will shouldn't be a problem." Amaritch asked persistently.
The Emperor's awakening would be nothing but a disaster for today's imperial bureaucracy.
For humanity and various chapters, the benefits of the Emperor's awakening are truly too numerous.
He participated in many battles before coming to Ultramar to search for the Primarch.
The power of chaos grows stronger.
The Dark Angels' Monolith Base was attacked by the Lord of Change's minions, causing heavy casualties.
The Space Wolves' homeworld was destroyed by Magnus, the civilians were almost wiped out, and the monastery was reduced to ruins.
On the planets near the Great Rift, paranormal events caused by chaos are becoming more and more frequent.
People worry every day that their souls will be completely devoured by chaos.
Clovis was not saying that Guilliman was incapable of leading humanity.
It’s because the enemy is too strong and humanity faces too many threats.
No matter how powerful the Primarch is, he is only one person.
If the Emperor could return, humanity's power would be greatly enhanced.
The pressure on the Primarch wouldn't be that great.
"Being able to use his power does not mean that you can withstand the arrival of his will." Regula clicked on the holographic projection, which showed various monitoring data when the Emperor's projection arrived.
Each of those data items far exceeded the normal value, and many of them were displayed in red fonts, which represented danger.
"These are just the detected data. There are some data that cannot be quantified. The manifestation of that trace of the Emperor's power has overwhelmed the structure of space, and people's souls have shown signs of purification."
"If the Emperor's will were to come, everyone on the planet would be instantly vaporized by the Emperor's powerful force."
The words of Mechanical Sage Regula made everyone who had high expectations feel a little disappointed.
I thought I could allow the Emperor to lead the world again.
I didn't expect it, but I still couldn't do it.
Their mood was like a traveler lost in the desert, thirsty and tired, who found an oasis, only to discover that the oasis was a mirage.
How terrible and lost that feeling is.
"Well, now this planet is no longer worth guarding. The traitors in the warp are extremely cunning. They will never step into the same trap twice. It's time to perform new duties."
Ventris stepped forward and waved his hand to shut down the holographic projections.
The question has been answered and it is time to make arrangements for the next step.
The planet of Pharos no longer needs such a huge force to protect it.
The Warp Daemon would not be foolish enough to fall into the same trap twice.
"The lighthouse can summon the power of the Emperor. It is a sacred artifact. Why do you say it is no longer worth guarding?"
Inquisitor Lizzie looked at Ventris, her tone full of confusion.
Even if we can no longer lure the Warp Demons, it is a good thing to leave the lighthouse here.
If the Pharos star field is invaded by Chaos in the future, this lighthouse can be used to drive away the enemy.
"The lighthouse has been overloaded, most of its components have been scrapped, and it has lost its function of maintaining a stable entrance to the subspace."
Celestine, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke.
"We can continue the repairs," Amaritch said. "With the Emperor's power, we will gain a huge advantage and can effectively fight against the enemies of Chaos."
"This is alien technology," Ventris said. "It is too dangerous. This lighthouse can not only be used to amplify the power of the Emperor, but can also be used by other evil forces. Lord Guilliman has long left an order. If it is triggered, it is not recommended to keep the lighthouse, but to destroy it completely."
After hearing that it was Guilliman's idea, everyone who had originally wanted to fight to keep the lighthouse had no choice but to agree.
In the past, they might have objected.
But after the battle just now, they really couldn't object.
Lord Guilliman prepared for the future, made strategic plans, and easily toyed with and severely damaged the rebellious Primarch.
This made them all feel admiration and trust for him.
There must be a reason why the Primarch did this.
Just like hiding all the arrangements on their planet Pharos, the final result will surprise them greatly.
"The guard duty here is over. Completely dismantle the lighthouse. Once you are sure it cannot be restored, you will continue the expedition." Ventris said, "Bring the Primarch's reforms and will to the entire galaxy."
No one objected. After this battle alone, their trust in Guilliman increased dramatically.
Step by step, closely linked, he pulled the opponent directly into his trap.
The most important thing is that the other party is not here yet, and it all depends on the backup plan that I left before.
This ability to control the overall situation is really terrifying.
All of them combined might not be able to do half as much as Lord Guilliman.
"Are we going to give up the lighthouse like this? How should we solve the navigation problem in the dark realm of the empire? We will also lose a powerful weapon against chaos."
Clovis' tone was a little lost.
When facing chaos, humans have always been at a disadvantage.
The only way is to sacrifice human lives and then drive out the devil.
The same is true for the Grey Knights. When fighting against demons, they are a little better than other troops, but they also suffer heavy casualties every time they fight against demons.
Now, the lighthouse offers them another way.
Summon the power of the Emperor to strike a deadly blow against daemons.
It doesn't have to be as complicated as before, and there is no need to take such a big risk.
But now, the lighthouse is to be demolished.
"Everything has been arranged. The Primarch has already made long-term preparations. You only need to follow his orders. When the time comes, all problems will be solved."
Ventris was confident, and he knew little about Guilliman's overall plan.
But he had faith in the Primarch.
"I hope so," said Clovis.
"Then let's discuss the relevant expedition matters and the allocation of dismantling, destruction and other tasks, so that we can resolve things here as soon as possible and join the great expedition again." Ventris said.
Everyone nodded and discussed the work of dismantling the lighthouse.
The disassembly is thorough, and all parts must be taken apart to ensure that they cannot be restored.
Many Imperial heroes felt sorry, but out of trust in Guilliman, they still dismantled it.
Many people don't understand this behavior.
Guilliman never explained his reasons for doing so.
To those who don't know the inside story, the lighthouse is indeed a powerful weapon to fight Chaos and navigate Imperial ships in the Warp.
But the problem is that the lighthouse was created by the star god.
They are not so kind as to build a lighthouse for humans.
Star gods are very special life forms.
According to the Eldar, the Star Gods are real gods, and are different from the gods of the Warp.
The connection between the Star Gods and reality is very close. Once the warp invades reality, they will perish.
In order to deal with the invasion of the Warp, the Star Gods formulated a huge plan and handed it over to the Undead to execute.
That is the dead zone of exorcism.
By placing black stone obelisks throughout the galaxy, a soul-exorcising death zone large enough to cover the entire galaxy is constructed.
This exorcism dead zone is similar to the soulless feature of the Sister of Silence.
Anyone with a soul in this situation will gradually become weak, just like a flower that will slowly wither without the nourishment of water.
The soul of a creature is like a flower, and the warp is like water.
Too much water will cause it to rot.
The dead zone of exorcism is a desert, and the flowers will die of thirst.
Once the exorcism of the dead zone is launched, no race can be spared except the undead.
The Star God originally wanted to use this method to completely exterminate all living things in the galaxy, so that the subspace would be deprived of nourishment and starve to death.
The Pharos Lighthouse is the switch to drive away the dead.
There is more than one such beacon.
Lighthouses are distributed throughout the galaxy, forming a huge navigation network.
It's just that all the other lighthouses are guarded by the Necrons.
Although they betrayed the Star God, they still made great use of the things the Star God left behind.
The Undead also have plans to activate the Exorcist Dead Zone, but the time has not yet come.
Data on the lighthouse has been transferred to Macragge.
After research, it will be absorbed into the empire's technological system.
There is absolutely no need to keep the lighthouse built by the Star God.
Doing so would not do much good and would leave hidden dangers.
When the spirit-exorcising dead zone is activated, it will be an extremely terrible disaster for mankind.
The best solution is to destroy the alien lighthouses and build a lighthouse system for humans.
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The edge of the Charadon sector.
Ramillies Galaxy.
This galaxy seems a little lonely.
A brown dwarf emitting red light is suspended in the void.
Compared to its peers, this brown dwarf is much smaller and emits slightly dimmer light.
There is only one Earth-like planet in the Ramillies system, Ramillies 1.
This planet does not even have a natural satellite accompanying it. It orbits the star alone in a circle, just like a father and son who depend on each other in a corner of the Milky Way.
Today, this cold and lonely galaxy has welcomed a rare bustle.
The Imperial and Ork fleets will engage in battle here.
The Ramillies system lies on a stable warp lane.
It is close to the Gorod galaxy controlled by the orc warlords and is considered the heartland of the orcs.
It is only one Terra week's distance from the Gorod system.
This galaxy has a certain strategic location.
If you want to attack the Gorod galaxy, you must first capture this galaxy.
Take control of this subspace channel.
Only in this way can we ensure that the Empire's large forces will not be suddenly stabbed in the back by the orcs.
After strategic arrangements and deployments, the Silver Skulls and their auxiliary fleet were responsible for capturing the galaxy.
The void battle unfolds at the edge of the galaxy.
The three naval fleets responsible for assisting the Silver Skull were divided into four battle groups, forming a tower-like formation.
The Silver Arrow strategic ship serves as a mobile support unit, independent of the four battle groups.
Control room of the Silver Arrow battleship.
A senior naval commander and the highest leader of the naval fleet assisting the Silver Skulls, Isher sat in his command seat.
A large number of neural connection cables have been connected to her cerebral cortex.
Vast amounts of data and information were being read by her brain through those neural cables.
A dozen naval commanders sat in their seats around Isher, also connected to the control console using neural cables to receive data updates at any time.
They each monitored every aspect of the battlefield and assisted Isher in making various tactical adjustments.
Make sure her tactics are implemented smoothly.
Sitting in the command seat, Isher looked at the data scrolling on the holographic projection.
All warships will transmit data here.
The control room is the brain of the entire fleet and is responsible for overall strategic arrangements.
She looked down at the holographic projection, her vision like a god, looking at a kingdom made up of data and shining images.
The Empire's fleet was marked with green runes, each rune representing a warship.
The Orcs' warships were marked with red runes.
Most of them are made up of various abandoned warships and looted civilian ships.
There are far more of them than there are empires.
On the tactical projection screen, a large area was filled with densely packed red dots.
One can see at a glance the serious imbalance in strength between the two sides.
"Rescan and update the enemy fleet data." Isher gave the order.
The machine slaves arranged behind the command seat trembled slightly.
The flashing indicator lights indicated that the dead brains of the machine slaves were calculating and analyzing Ither's orders.
Accompanied by the machine slave's twitching.
The projection in front of Isser flickered for a moment.
The enemy fleet has completely new changes in the number and movement range of its warships.
Every few minutes, Isher would issue such an order to ensure that he could always grasp the position of the enemy ships.
The enemy's ships are much more numerous than the Imperial ones.
Dense red dots almost covered the entire holographic projection interface.
Ise had to tread carefully.
Generally speaking, Orc warships are not as strong as Imperial warships, and their parameters are slightly worse than those of the Empire.
But no matter how bad the performance is, it can’t withstand the opponent’s outnumbering.
"We need the support of an army." Ise thought.
The Primarch promised to provide assistance when the battle began.
But so far there is still no sign of any fleet appearing.
This made Isher feel a little uneasy.
With the limited military forces we have now, the chances of winning against the huge number of Orc ships are very low.
One mistake would result in total defeat and heavy casualties.
"Is there any new astropathic information?" Isher opened the communication channel of the psychic communications director, with anticipation in his tone.
Logically speaking, the Primarch would never go back on his word.
But where is the support she needs
"There is no fluctuation in the Supreme Heaven, and we have not received any information."
The voice of the access supervisor sounded in the communication channel.
A sense of loss arose in Isser's heart.
Did the Primarch also lie to the army and send them to their deaths like those corrupt bureaucrats? !
Ise couldn't accept this.
She didn't believe this could happen.
The Primarch's support must be on the way.
Suppressing the disrespectful thoughts in his heart, Isher focused his mind on the battlefield, searching for the weaknesses of the orc fleet.
According to the Primarch's plan, she needed to launch an offensive against the orcs today.
But so far, there has been no support.
This made her a little nervous about whether to launch an attack.
Before she could make a decision, new developments occurred on the ever-changing battlefield.
"We have detected that the Orc fleet is approaching us. They can no longer hold back and are expected to enter the range of the Light Spears in twenty-five minutes."
shouted the director of battlefield intelligence, who was sitting behind a bank of machines.
"Synchronize immediately," said Isser.
"The data is coming in," the intelligence chief said.
The constant hum of the equipment dispelled the silence in the control room.
The holographic image in front of Isser first became blurry, then flickered and gradually came into focus.
Isser couldn't help but blink as he looked at the scene before him.
The edges of the rotating image were dotted with scarlet, and the orc fleet was approaching.
The enhanced brain quickly analyzed the marked runes and abstract data.
She absorbed the latest battlefield data and built her own comprehensive understanding of the battlefield.
The tactical logic regulator built into the back of her neck also diverted her thoughts and helped her digest the information.
It is difficult for a mortal mind to support the huge amount of computing required for a void war.
The coordination of ships, the speed of enemy torpedoes, the maneuvering speed of one's own ships, the distribution of space mines, etc.
The information data flow generated by the battlefield is enough to burn a mortal's brain.
For this reason, naval generals need some specific auxiliary machines to help divert their thoughts and control the variables on the battlefield.
"Expand your observation range," Ise said, "show me the entire battlefield."
The mechanical humming sound that had just died down began again, and the field of view of the holographic projection was raised.
The Ramillies galaxy was shrunk to the size of a basketball.
At this scale, the image loses detail of the battlefield.
The entire fleet became points of light.
The light spots condense all their information.
Ise didn't care.
For a naval commander.
The most important thing is to grasp the overall picture of the battlefield, rather than focusing on the details of the battlefield.
Her assistants will take care of that.
"Be prepared to meet the enemy." Isser said, "Use the third combat plan - kite tactics to stretch their team. Also, the distance between the ships should not be too close to prevent the orcs from boarding. We must use the troops in our hands as much as possible to inflict the greatest casualties on them."
Iser had too few troops, and if he fought head-on, he would be defeated quickly.
She decided to take full advantage of the Imperial fleet's mobility.
Roaming warfare.
When the enemy retreats, I advance; when the enemy advances, I retreat.
"Operation Plan No. 3, mobile roaming operations." The traffic supervisor repeated it to each numbered communication window opposite him.
The crews of the warships became busy.
The technicians responsible for force field maintenance once again calibrated the energy matrix that stabilized the hull and adjusted the parameters for the upcoming battle.
The Tech-Priests in the Engine Room passed along time calibrations, as well as reactor output standards and data, to their colleagues in the Engine Halls deep within the ship.
The captains began to maneuver, speed up or slow down according to the commander's orders, in order to lure the orc fleet to disperse.
Fighting soon broke out.
Thousands of warships fought on the vast void battlefield, chasing and hunting each other.
The diameter of the battlefield expanded by millions of kilometers in a short while.
In the control room, the Thinker array made a rapid beeping sound.
The indicator light flashes at high speed.
The mechanical priest chanted prayers on the side, praying that the machine soul would not strike.
Battlefield data surged, and Isser considered the value of each warship, ensuring that they could gain enough benefits for the Emperor before being destroyed, laying the foundation for victory.
The battlefield is so cruel.
The Warriors' sacrifices became a string of data.
The only meaning is to make the balance of victory fall on your side as much as possible.
Isher tried his best to control the battlefield and gain the greatest benefit with the least casualties.
However, the disparity in military strength was too great, and the battle was very difficult.
As a battleship, the Silver Arrow was also chosen as the orcs' main target of attack.
From time to time, it would be hit by concentrated fire and experience violent shaking.
Alarms continued to sound inside the ship.
There was a loud beeping noise from various levels of the system.
The crew shouted and hurried to their posts.
Battles in the void generally last a long time.
Unless the defending force is too weak and is destroyed by the attacking force.
The Imperial fleet led by Isher was weaker than the Orc fleet.
But they are the attacking side and do not need to withstand the enemy's attacks in order to protect strategic objectives.
If you can fight, fight. If you can’t fight, run.
The battle in the void lasted for a day.
The battlefield was expanded to a diameter of hundreds of millions of kilometers.
The Imperial warships used their greater maneuverability than the Orcs to fire a few shots and then run away. When they were far enough away, they fired a few more shots.
The orcs were so angry that they screamed and chased them relentlessly, trying to kill these damn shrimps, but they could never catch up.
The casualties on both sides were not serious.
The Empire was powerless against the vast orc fleet.
The Orc fleet was willing but unable to deal with the Imperial fleet that was running around.
The stalemate lasted for a whole day.
It can be said that both sides achieved nothing.
Isher looked at the tactical projection in front of him. Both the Empire and the Orc fleets had been scattered and became a mess.
If a troop were to go straight to the planet Ramillies 1 now, the orcs would collapse immediately.
The only pity is that I don’t have it.
A trace of bitterness emerged in Isser's heart. He could clearly see the opportunity for victory right in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it.
It’s like seeing the enemy stretching his neck in front of you, asking you to chop him, but you don’t even have a knife.
"Sir, fluctuations have been detected in the subspace." The communications director looked at the tactical panel that was emitting a faint light. The subspace data captured by the auspicious instrument went from being stable to fluctuating violently.
Hearing this, Isser immediately showed joy.
At this moment, a deep and powerful voice resounded through the control room.
The voice is full of faith and power, giving people hope and faith like a ray of light bursting out in the darkness.
"I hope I'm not too late, colleagues."
At this time, a fierce battle was breaking out in the void.
The leaking energy interfered with communications between ships.
And the voice was indeed so clear, as if the person who spoke it was standing among them.
Everyone in the control room looked ecstatic when they heard the sound.
Isser was even more ecstatic. She sent a message to the main fleet, hoping to get support so that she could capture the Ramillis system.
I never thought that I would have such an honor to fight side by side with that adult.
Accompanied by a series of rapid prompts from the divination instrument.
The cold and dark void seemed to be cut open.
Amber light poured out from the cracks, as bright as tens of millions of suns, shocking people's senses.
The giant battleship that cut through the barrier between reality and illusion poked its head out along the channel it created.
Seeing the battleship appear in the real universe, everyone in the control room cheered.
Victory is already determined.
Humanity will seize the Ramillies system.
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