Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

What about the Imperial Chancellor? Although his own father, according to the great sage Caul's memory, was the most capable in administration among the previous twenty Primarchs, the problem is that Shinji Ikari's fusion of emotional intelligence and military and political skills is too invincible. Even Guilliman, who is invincible in administration, probably can't beat him.

First Primarch?

If it were Saint Gilles, he could have taken the title, since he died on the Soul of Vengeance while protecting the Emperor. But even if the Father of Genesis of his own clan licked his boots, he couldn't take it. He was still nine hours away from Terra, having already lost face. How could he possibly take the title of Primarch?

What should we do?

Surely one's own father can't go without any professional title, he should at least get one, right? I've heard that the father of our genes is the ambitious type. If he can't even get the highest title, it would make him look like a traitor who has switched sides.

Although Titus had no such intention in his heart, it was just that Prince Shinji Ikari was really too perfect, and apart from being too soft-hearted, there was really no fault to be found.

Sigh, what should I do?

"What a dilemma!"

Titus let out a long sigh.

"..."

The Great Sage Kaul expressed his unwillingness to participate in the struggle for the crown prince position, and instead gave you, Tytus, a guy who was practically drooling over his left and right brains fighting each other, a full 10,000 Yuan Forged Limit Warriors.

Yes, he certainly hasn't been idle these past two days either. He's been sending a large number of warships to various planets to wake up the original Forged Astartes that he's secretly buried in different places and send them to the Forged World Lucius.

Naturally, he also received the help of the Emperor's power, making warp navigation incredibly easy and fast, which is why he can run so fast.

As for those who were awakened by him, all the original forgers located in the Hazy Starfield, there were nearly 100,000 of them in total.

This is why he and Titus could sit idly by and watch as other military forces in the Misty Sector were sent by the Primarchs to help those planetary worlds that were of little value.

To aid Kadia, having these 100,000 Primal Astartes is already the most powerful force available.

Originally, many of these original Astartes were created by him from people he had captured from all over the galaxy during the 0th era, and then they had been dormant for thousands of years. Now that they have suddenly awakened, it will take a lot of time to connect with this 40th era.

They cannot accept many of the different ideas and perspectives.

Although the Empire was also brutal and cold-blooded in the Age of Zero, at least it still...

I believe in the truth of the Empire, and everyone feels nauseous and wants to vomit at the sight of Cherubim; the difference between me and level 40 is quite significant. (Elite Martial Arts)

Fortunately, there is a prototype.

Yes, the new Primarch Shinji Ikari's ideas are closer to the Zero Era than anyone else's, and even more so, they are more advanced and benevolent than the Zero Era itself.

Therefore, after he met and talked with the 100,000 original Astartes, the two sides quickly reached a consensus.

"This human empire is a giant piece of shit!"

"The 40s were full of abhorrent things!"

"The people here are too extreme; they don't value human life. This is wrong!"

"But even so, we still need to protect it first, because the ordinary people here are still innocent, or at least some of them are innocent!"

"While radical reforms could be carried out with sufficient force, we are currently facing both internal and external troubles. We must first resolve the external troubles before we have time to deal with the internal ones."

"I, Shinji Ikari, guarantee with everything I have that if the Battle of Cadia is a great success, and if I am still the one in charge of the Empire, then I will lead you to reform the Empire and change many of its current despicable practices and ideas!"

Since the Primarch has made such a resounding agreement, what else is there to say? Of course, we just have to follow it!

All I can say is that the original is the original.

The great sage Caul sighed, "Take one last look at this place, Titus. We are about to depart with the Primarch."

The world of Lucius was forged here, and naturally, a great deal of power was left here for defense. This place is not a disposable resource; if its power is depleted, it would be a huge problem if the enemy were to launch a sneak attack and wipe it out.

But deciding who to stay was difficult, because everyone wanted to join the Primarch Fleet and fight in the Cardia campaign.

In any case, they were eventually appeased and left behind many people, along with a sufficiently strong military defense, including local sages and several well-known master inquisitors, plus several thousand original cast Astartes.

As for Titus and Sergeant Sevis, who were part of the guards who first encountered the Primarch in the Land of First Appearance, they all went to Cadia without exception.

"This is not the last glimpse, Great Sage."

Titus said, “Never before have I been so confident of humanity’s victory. Under the leadership of the Primarch, we will be invincible and unstoppable until the Empire is great again. Although I am not afraid of death, I am convinced that I will live to see the victory and I will not leave the great Primarch.”

"You have no idea what we're going to be dealing with."

The great sage Caul hesitated, but ultimately did not elaborate, only saying, "However, it is good to maintain this faith."

“I think I should return to the Primarch.” Titus turned around with lightning speed.

The Royal Guard and Caul took their positions.

More than 90,000 original Forged Astartes, along with a large naval fleet, escorted Shinji Ikari and set off amidst the enthusiastic roars of the hundreds of millions of people who remained on the Forged World Lucius, initiating their subspace voyage.

The Emperor's golden power, like a stream of light, propelled this colossal fleet—almost impossible in the 40s—to set off swiftly, taking the shortest route to its destination.

The target is Cardia, which has remained standing despite the ongoing war and the ongoing 13th Black Crusade by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon!

Chapter 05 Shinji Ikari: Who's your brother? Kill! Kill! Kill!

Cardia, the ever-standing Cardia.

On this most fortified planet in the entire universe, fighting on the front lines of the Eye of Terror, countless times preventing Chaos and demons from surging out of that cesspool, isolating all evil plots to expand the Eye of Terror, and repelling the Black Crusade of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon many times.

From the very first second this planet was named Cardia until now, the world has never been engulfed in such intense warfare.

At this moment, the entire world of Cardia was in turmoil. The continents on the planet's surface were cracked due to the excessive firepower. The pungent smell of gunpowder, which spread endlessly, almost replaced the original air. Every time people breathed, their lungs were subjected to an additional attack of poison gas.

Corpses littered the ground. Whether they were ordinary Cardia recruits, high-ranking members of the Astral Army, battle nuns of the State Church, Astartes, or defenders of the Mechanicus, all kinds of corpses lay scattered on the ground, as numerous as hairs on a cow.

But no one bothered to clean up any of the bodies.

As the battle continues, tens of thousands of new corpses are added to the ground every moment, including some of Astartes' elite company commanders, and the priests hardly have time to collect the relevant gene seeds.

In space, countless naval fleets are using the star system as their battlefield. Every second, massive ships are sunk, generating huge explosions. One moment a chaotic warship is crashing, and the next the entire empire's fleet is surrounded and annihilated.

Since the Empire's War of the Beasts in the thirty-second millennium, no battle in the galaxy has been comparable in scale to the one taking place here today.

The sheer number of imperial troops gathered here today makes it feel as if we've returned to the era of Zero.

But even though the empire's military power has...

The task was so immense that even the most loyalist present was overwhelmed. (Salted Fish)

Yes, their fleet is indeed the largest in the last ten thousand years, but the continuous stream of troops from Chaos far surpasses theirs!

"Reinforcements! We need reinforcements! We need even more reinforcements!"

On the Kadia, High Lord Ursakarkrid, leading from the front, shouted frantically, holding his ground and refusing to retreat a single step. At the same time, he frantically urged the psykers behind him to do everything they could to get through the warp storm and send out more requests for aid.

Not only him, but every leader of the imperial loyalists was frantically seeking help from outside.

These requests for aid were effective, and new imperial military forces arrived every moment to join the war.

However, all those aid forces that could normally influence an entire star sector were swallowed up in an instant, like drops of water thrown into the ocean, and could not salvage the Empire's unfavorable situation in the slightest.

Lord Creed of the High Fortress is the most exquisite tactical master, strategic master, and command master. As long as he is there, the morale of the Cadia soldiers will be high, and they will make the most wonderful coordination and tactics.

But none of these worked.

The Chaos faction, with its absolute and overwhelming numerical advantage, rapidly devoured them one by one.

The crazed Highlord Creed was nearly in despair; his current situation was basically as follows:

"Great! Admirals Quaron, Dustov, and Vanniska have each led large naval fleets to our aid. We're saved!"

"This is bad! The power of chaos is too strong! The navy's fleet has been largely destroyed. They need reinforcements!"

"Great! Logan, the Space Wolf Commander of the Astartes Founding, has led a large number of Space Marines to our aid. We're saved!"

"This is bad! The power of chaos is too strong! A large number of Space Wolves have been killed. They need help!"

"Great! Chapter Master Kadanstunus of the Iron Hands of the Astartes has led a large number of Space Marines to our aid! We're saved!"

"This is bad! The power of chaos is too strong! The Steel Hand has suffered heavy casualties. They need reinforcements!"

"Great! The Dark Angels have arrived to help!"

"Oh no! The Dark Angel needs help!"

"Great! The Grand Inquisitor has come to our aid!"

"Oh no! The Grand Inquisitor needs assistance!"

"The wandering merchants have come to our aid!"

"The wandering merchant needs help!"

"Mechanical Cult, come to our aid!"

"The Mechanics Cult needs assistance!"

"The Knights have arrived to our aid!"

"The knightly family needs assistance!"

At first, the Supreme Lord of the High Fortress was overjoyed to receive the aid, but later he even forgot to say "That's great!" and turned ashen-faced.

Because he knew that whenever new reinforcements arrived on their side, the new force would immediately be in danger, on the verge of destruction, or even be completely wiped out.

"Ah, what is that? That is the legendary Holy Seraphim, the Supreme Living Saint. She has come to help us with the Emperor's decree. Kadia will prevail! Kadia will stand firm!"

For example, right now.

The legendary living saint suddenly appeared, flying through the air, boosting the morale of the vast Star Guardian army and stabilizing the crumbling position. But High Lord Creed was not happy at all, because he knew what was going to happen next.

"Oh no! The Living Saint is in danger! She's surrounded by demons, and her army has been torn apart!"

Hearing the shouts and commotion below, Lord Creed of the High Fortress remained silent, but led his troops to provide support despite his already exhausted body.

Although the living saint's fighting power made no difference in this battle, she was still very useful in boosting the morale of the soldiers.

Appearing alongside the living saint Celestine was the Mountain Array, a battle fortress that had been defending Terra since the thirtieth millennium. It was a warship that suddenly appeared from the warp into the physical universe, far surpassing all other Glory Queen-class warships. It was the only one of its kind in the entire Empire.

At that moment, the massacre of the Imperial Navy fleet by the Blackrock Fortress Eternal Will, which had been seized and controlled by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, was finally brought to a halt.

With the powerful arrival of this wave of Living Saints' Cursed Legion Mountain Formation, the human side seemed to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel in the protracted Battle of Cardia.

"Hold on, as long as we hold on until the Primarch arrives, everything will be alright!"

Lord Creed of High Fortress shouted wildly, drawing a large pie for the soldiers, and in his eyes, the pie was indeed real.

No matter the Astartes Chapter, the Mechanicus, the Living Saints, or the Mountain Array, none of them can reverse this war. But the Primarchs are different; they are beings that can change history and alter the future.