Emperor's Bane

Chapter 618 Emperor Fantasy Dream

Whether in the real universe or in the waves of the warp, the mere silhouette of the Emperor's Dream is more dazzling than ten million suns.

This giant ship, planned by the Emperor himself and built with gold and marble in the orbital shipyard of Holy Terra, is not so much a war machine as it is a void city that carries all the splendor and fantasy of human civilization: it has both the luxury of civilization and the fantasy of killing.

The magnificent palace was surrounded by nova gun barrels as lush as a forest. Next to the statues of the Olympian gods were cannon shells as big as those of battle titans. Behind the marble corridors with carved beams and painted buildings, the delayed fusion reactors and deflagration storm accelerators flashed the glory of the ancient era. With their blessing, every shell fired by the Emperor's Dream could destroy an entire squadron in an instant.

The Emperor's Vision could fire ten shells like this at a time, and it only took a heartbeat: while its fellow battleships were still begging for fate and trying their best to launch a precise attack, a single salvo from the Emperor's Vision could destroy the four most powerful heavy cruisers in the galaxy, or an equal number of battleships and battle barges.

Behind this destructive force that has razed countless civilizations, hidden beneath the Emperor's throne are those ancient secrets that can never be pried into: even the always arrogant Lord of Avalon is not allowed to spy on the flagship of her genetic father, so naturally no one can know the certain [ancient glory] hidden inside this behemoth.

Unlike the rumbling of artillery fire, the battleship's engine is always silent, and outsiders are never allowed to enter at will; unlike its huge size and dazzling appearance, the battleship can disappear in the void at any time, even if it is surrounded by enemy ships, it cannot catch its shadow; unlike the luxurious and magnificent city landscape, the hull that far exceeds the Queen of Glory class does not require too many operators. Except for soldiers and servants, the entire battleship has very few real crew members, and most areas maintain an astonishing... self-sufficiency.

However, these anomalies did not affect its efficiency and lethality at all.

When the Emperor's Vision sailed into the battlefield, the greenskin defense line, which was already shaky due to the two-line attack of the human fleet, finally suffered a collapse: and the first step of the collapse was that these beasts actually launched a counterattack on the Emperor's flagship without knowing their own limitations.

In fact, when this unparalleled warship sailed into the center of the battlefield, it was separated from all friendly forces: the entry point of the Emperor's Dream was at least three greenskin defense lines away from the vanguard of Horus' fleet. Unlike the admiration of human warriors, when the beasts of Ullanor came out of their astonishment, they immediately fell into madness because of the appearance of such a magnificent war engine on the battlefield.

Countless gun barrels, countless lights, a size more magnificent than a celestial cemetery, and a splendor that blinds the entire galaxy: everything speaks of a fact that makes the beasts' blood boil, that is, this reckless intruder must be a good opponent that is hard to find in the world.

Good opponent!
What more could a greenskin ask for?

Plans, orders, and the tyrant of the Crown World, all were forgotten by the beasts. The greenskin fleets turned around and submerged the Emperor's flagship in the sight of his sons in the next moment, but neither Horus, Dorn nor Jonson showed any panic.

Instead, they were laughing.

"I haven't seen the Emperor's Fantasy perform for months."

In his strategy room, the Wolf God even had the leisure to make a joke.

Before the words were even finished, the Emperor's wrath began to sweep across the entire battlefield: dense flames ignited in the greenskin fleet, hundreds of delayed nuclear bombs reduced batches of ships to ashes in the blink of an eye, light spears swept through one invading enemy after another, the surging herds of beasts melted like ice, and the giant ship's side guns released countless void fires and electromagnetic explosions. The celestial tomb as big as a hive city was crumbling under such an offensive, and began to fall apart from its core.

No matter which side the Primarchs were on, they were all concentrating on staring at this scene full of violent beauty. They were so mesmerized that they accidentally got caught up in it. When they came to their senses, only a moment had passed, but the situation on the entire Ullanor battlefield had been turned upside down.

The vast swarm of void beasts not long ago no longer exists. Only the Emperor's rage is still rising and waving, looking for opponents to bite: in front of the Emperor's Dream, which is powerful enough to destroy stars, there are only countless blue-white plasma vortices with a diameter of thousands of kilometers. They are the only wreckage of the Ork star fortresses in the galaxy. As for all the greenskin fleets that want to compete with the Emperor's flagship? They only leave countless burning wreckage and short storms.

After the storm, all that was left was ashes.

Until there was nothing left, even the souls bowed down before the conqueror of the galaxy.

The huge enemy groups, the insurmountable ravines, and the countless strong barriers that required the Astartes Legion to spend hours or even dozens of hours to break through one by one, all turned into cold ruins in the void less than half an hour after the Emperor arrived at the battlefield, as if the final fate of Ullanor had lost its suspense in the face of this devastating storm.

But this is not the end of everything, both for the Empire and for the orcs of Ullanor: when the Emperor's Dream successfully cleared out an empty area, more destructive forces were following closely in the forcibly cut gap in the physical universe behind it.

Swarms of battleships and battle barges far outnumbered any single Astartes Legion, each capable of pacifying an entire system, only to be eclipsed by the grandeur of the Emperor's flagship.

When these astonishing numbers of war engines are united, they form the First Expeditionary Fleet of the Imperium of Mankind, and its strength fully lives up to its number: this expeditionary fleet commanded by the Emperor himself is undoubtedly the strongest fleet in the entire galaxy. Whether it is the Imperial Fists, the Luna Wolves, the Dawnbreakers, or the Ultramarines, the power of the Primarchs in the void is far from comparable to that of their fathers.

But what is truly horrifying is that such a powerful fleet does not have any trace of the Mechanicum: every ship in the First Expeditionary Fleet was produced in the orbital shipyard of Holy Terra, not Mars or Jupiter. In this way, the Lord of Mankind proved that he has enough power to subdue the other head of the double-headed eagle.

And he only needed to wave his hand, and the expedition fleet would form up and eliminate the remaining [enemies] in the galaxy for him: between the Emperor's Dream and the Eastern and Western Legions, there were still hundreds of billions of greenskins left. The horrifying performance of the Lord of Mankind was nothing more than the destruction of a tentacle in the Ullanor galaxy, and the real monster was still lurking beneath the surface.

But there is no doubt that when the Lord of Mankind personally arrived at the battlefield, the death of this monster had been greatly advanced.

[And its fleet, too.]

After doing her best to smooth out the increasingly chaotic warp waves caused by the sudden appearance of the Emperor's Vision, thereby restoring the legion's public communication platform, Morgan used her slightly hoarse voice to report the good news to Chagatai Khan who was far away at the front line.

The reason why it is Khan is that she can no longer find the lion and the phoenix.

It’s not that the two of them are missing.

Instead, these two guys, who already had a very keen sense of battlefield, were extremely keen in finding many good opportunities on the wavering front of the Ullanor Orcs when the Emperor's Vision was causing havoc in the rear of the greenskin fleet: opportunities that could completely break through several fronts at once.

Under such temptation of interests, Jonson and Fulgrim just had a brief discussion with each other, and then they didn't even have time to inform Morgan in the rear: after all, the plasma storm caused by the Emperor's Vision seriously affected the communication of the entire galaxy, so they took all the military forces they could gather and plunged into the chaotic battlefield vortex.

And when the Lord of Avalon had dealt with all the impacts of the plasma storm on the Eastern Front Legion with great difficulty and hurriedly contacted the front line again, the only one who greeted her was Chagatai Khan.

This Lord of the White Scars, who was always seen as someone who came and went without a trace, stayed where he was after the reckless actions of his two relatives, to ensure that Morgan would not be ignorant of the front line: someone had to take on those insignificant [chores].

At this moment, the Spider Queen was so moved that she even wanted to forget the sarcasm that Chagatai Khan had said to her before.

[Has the fleet on the front line been affected by the plasma storm just now? ]

"Communications are poor, even between warships in the same squadron, but other than that there are no problems. On the contrary, the collapse of the greenskins has given us many opportunities. Jonson and Fulgrim have taken away all the mobile forces on the front line to carry out the breakthrough tactics they have discussed temporarily. I have asked my White Scars to follow them."

【Who else is around you? 】

"Dozens of rotating companies, a group of mortal auxiliary troops and skitarii that are not fast enough, and your Dawnbreaker Legion: these companies of the Second Legion on the front line all rejected such a risky tactic, and they felt that someone must stay behind to protect the territory that has been conquered."

"You taught me well, Morgan."

Khan gave a sincere compliment: As a guy who likes to rush forward, he actually agrees with the conservatism of the Dawnbreakers.

[It should be.]

The Spider Queen's voice was weak. This war had consumed a lot of her strength. Fortunately, everything had been going well so far: especially when the Emperor arrived, the road to Ullanor had been opened by the Lord of Mankind himself.

"I remember you originally estimated that it would take us at least five days to reach Ullanor?" Obviously, Chagatai Khan had the same idea as Morgan at this time.

"Now, how many days do you think it will take?"

[One or two days at most: we have to destroy those orbital defense devices first.]

"It makes sense."

The Khan nodded, observing his fleet through the holographic projector. As one of the legions best at void warfare, the White Scars were not badly damaged in the chaos just now, except that their formation seemed a little messy. But when the Khan restored communication, he gave an order, and the entire White Scars fleet reorganized at an astonishing speed, even transforming into a completely new formation during the reorganization process.

chisel.

Khan called it that.

He once taught this tactic to Horus, but unfortunately, the wolf god did not seem to have learned it.

In just a few minutes, the White Scars fleet, which was originally a little messy, recovered its full attack power, while the greenskin fleet opposite them, which was also very scattered and had no time to recover, was no match for the Fifth Legion at all: there was no need for the Khan to command personally, and the hunters on the grassland rushed up like a pack of wolves, capturing and destroying as many lone enemy troops as possible.

But they did not seek credit for themselves. After ensuring that the remaining greenskin fleets would not pose a real threat to the Imperial Army, the White Scars tightened their bridles in time with just one more order from Chagatai Khan, and then turned around to meet up with Jonson and Fulgrim's vanguard troops.

The Khan's reason told him that although Jonson and Fulgrim's unauthorized action was an extremely risky gamble, the matter was done and they had to ensure their retreat and ensure that the two blood brothers could receive more reinforcements: the Fifth Legion would ensure that the rear of the First and Third Legions would not be threatened by the greenskin fleet.

As for their own rear, the Khan was not worried, because he knew that Morgan, who was further behind, must be organizing a fleet and on the way to support. She would ensure the safety of the White Scars' backs: although they had not fought side by side for a long time, these two equally calm primarchs had developed some tacit understanding and mutual trust.

At least on the battlefield where they are united against an external enemy, they can trust each other.

"Remember to keep in contact with Horus and the Emperor, Morgan."

Khan gave a reminder and then threw himself into the battlefield that belonged to him. Morgan did not respond to Khan's kindness. She knew that the eagle would not wait for her thanks. He left as he finished speaking.

Then, the Spider Queen focused all her attention on the battlefield. She began to call on her trusted generals. Through more efficient psychic energy rather than communication platforms, Morgan quickly determined the position of every Dawnbreaker company participating in the war, and also learned the death of another senior company commander.

She had already lost five captains in the Ullanor War, and she had only brought thirty captains in total: in comparison, the death rate of soldiers was not that high, but many mortal auxiliary army units had lost most of their blood in previous wars.

Morgan realized this, and while dispatching follow-up troops to move forward to fill the gradually emerging holes in the front line, she also called back some troops that had suffered serious damage: for example, the Hunting Goddess Rose she mentioned earlier. This army, composed entirely of female warriors, provided 70% of their strength for the Ullanor Expedition. Now half of them have been killed in battle, but they have maintained amazing morale and efficiency from beginning to end.

For example: this group of battle sisters, whose casualty rate has exceeded 50%, is still following Jonson's footsteps and rushing towards the area where the greenskins are most concentrated. Morgan watched their battle record and casualties soar in tandem, soaring to the point where her blood pressure skyrocketed.

Even the orthodox Iron Warriors Legion rarely goes this far.

The Spider Queen gritted her teeth and signed her own name on the new order, forcing the legion to return in the name of the hunting goddess. Then she turned her gaze further and watched the route of the Eastern Front Legion heading towards Ullanor.

[It’s not far away…]

She said to herself.

The previous fierce attack by Jonson and Horus had destroyed one-third of the greenskin fleet in the entire Ullanor system, and after the Emperor's brilliant appearance, another one-third of the greenskin fleet was caught in a vortex of chaos and death, and is now on the verge of collapse. As for the remaining part of the fleet, about half was blown to the corners of the edge of the galaxy, and the other half is now in low-Earth orbit around the Crown World of Ullanor, but their whereabouts can no longer rewrite the outcome of the war.

The Calibanites could already clearly see Ullanor's figure in his auspex, and the Wolf God was not much behind. Even with the help of the Emperor's Vision, Horus' progress was much faster than that of Jonson: but a blessing in disguise was that a considerable part of the greenskin fleet was also attracted in the direction of the Emperor's Vision, and the number of enemies Horus had to face at this time far exceeded that of the Lion King.

[This way, the two of them can arrive at Ullanor at the same time.]

Morgan laughed in silence. She couldn't help but wonder whether the God of Fate was also looking forward to the final competition between the two Primarchs on Ullanor. From her point of view, the Spider Queen was certainly interested in continuing to promote this established fact.

The Primarch blinked, and the multi-threaded thinking ability in her mind operated like a machine. With each blink, the giant star map in front of her would refresh once: through the psychic connection with Morgan, the star map showed every direction of advance conceived by the Spider Queen.

Over and over and over again.

Until Morgan snapped her fingers and chose the option that satisfied her most.

Even better, Jonson was now proceeding according to this plan, while Fulgrim had chosen another direction: according to Morgan's calculations, the Lion King would arrive in Ullanor five hours earlier than the Phoenix.

This lion is serious when it comes to being serious.

The Spider Queen raised the corners of her mouth, and her heavy mood became much more cheerful: and now that she was in a good mood, Morgan could finally do something that would ruin her mood.

The Primarch shifted his gaze.

She knew that in the warp...

The phone from her dear Gene Father had been ringing for a while.

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Sadly, there is no hang-up feature.

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When Morgan shook her head and sighed, and connected with the Emperor's psychic power, she sent the plan she had deduced to the front line: If everything went well, this plan would allow Zhuang Sen to reach Ullanor within forty hours.

And it turned out that everything that happened thereafter went smoothly.

Forty hours later, when the first ship of the Dark Angels Legion arrived in the low-Earth orbit of Ullanor, every Primarch, every warrior, and even the Emperor himself who participated in this final war.

Finally, I got serious.

(End of this chapter)