Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

"What? You're still dreaming of swinging your butcher knife at Terra?! At the Golden Throne?!"

Chapter 377 It’s cold, put on more clothes

With the eloquence inherited from Macragge, Guilliman finally convinced the Inquisitor that he was Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and not Angron, the Ascended Primarch of Khorne.

Guilliman scolded me and asked, "Do I look like a reckless man who can do nothing but kill people?"

The naval commander of the Beta-Garmon Starfield said that you do look like a reckless man who can do nothing but kill people.

Guilliman was deeply hurt, and considered this to be one of the worst insults he had suffered since his ambush on Fulgrim during the Great Purge ten thousand years ago.

At that time, not long after the Codex Astartes was promulgated, the Ultramarines Legion of hundreds of thousands had just been split into several standard thousand-man battle groups. Guilliman mobilized several sub-groups of the Ultramarines to act together. To ambush the Emperor's Children and Fulgrim.

Fulgrim said to Guilliman at the time: "The only function of your holy book is to make the Astartes who are now dead here colorful, instead of all being monotonous blue."

The reason why Guilliman hit him on the head was largely because Fulgrim's scolding was so unpleasant.

Now Beta-Garmon's defenders compare him to Angron, and his bad nature is obviously 10 times or even 9 times worse than Fulgrim's curse back then.

However, after the twists and turns, Guilliman's Northern Expedition Fleet finally succeeded in getting in touch with Terra and learned about the current situation in the Sun Star Territory.

First of all, the reason why Terra has not fallen yet is entirely because the greenskins ignored Terra.

The focus of the green-skinned orcs from the beginning was not Terra, but 'Armageddon' located on the northeastern edge of the Sun Sector.

Orcs from all over the galaxy obeyed the call of Goge and Maoge, as if listening to a war song returning from afar. Orc clans, tribes, and empires gathered together in the Solar Star Region, one powerful after another to join in the celebration. Almost immediately after they met, a fierce civil war broke out among them, competing for the ownership of the Armageddon system.

The star fields around the solar system, represented by the Beta-Garmon star field, are far away from Armageddon and have strong enough armed forces to protect them, so they have not been formally attacked by several of the largest orc clans. Therefore, although Terra has been besieged by massive greenskins, it has not yet fallen.

In short, the greenskins are always busy with themselves. Fighting for the ownership of Armageddon is their most important thing, and they have no time to care about humans.

"Where exactly is Armageddon? Why do the orcs value this planet so much?" Guilliman was puzzled and became deeply curious about this planet that affected the movements of greenskins throughout the galaxy.

As Guilliman muttered this question to himself, a high-level technical sage in the trench who was directing his apprentices to repair the engine of a paralyzed Thunderhawk gunship shuddered all over and froze in place for a short while.

But in an instant, the mechanical sage recovered from his daze, pushed the apprentice aside, and hurriedly deigned to repair the engine of the Thunderhawk gunship himself.

"Huh?" Guilliman frowned, noticing the abnormality of this technical sage.

This technical sage is not a garrison member of the Northern Expedition Fleet, but a local guard of Beta-Garmon, responsible for repairing and maintaining Titans for the Titan Legion, and acting as a medium of communication with Mars.

Apparently, Firestar might know something about why the orcs value Armageddon so much.

Putting aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, Guilliman first made contact with the current High Lord of Terra through the channels of Beta-Garmon's navy. As a gateway into the solar system, Guilliman guarded Beta-Garmon's military power. It has always been directly controlled by the Terran Council.

Guilliman knew that ten thousand years was too long for the humans of the Human Empire to forget the appearance of the Emperor and the Primarch. Now that he suddenly returned, the impact on the Council of Terra would be unprecedentedly huge.

Therefore, he did not rush to drive the fleet into the solar system, but stayed in the Beta-Garmon star field for the time being. Guilliman gave the Terran Council enough time to react and discuss, and waited patiently for the High Lords to reluctantly welcome him to Terra.

But unexpectedly, what the Primarch waited patiently for was not the courteous treatment from the High Lord, but a letter of accusation, which listed the Primarch's crimes.

The book states:

"Terra sent a special messenger fleet to Ultramar nearly half a century ago to request the assistance of the Ultramarines. However, Ultramar relied on its own troops and refused to send reinforcements, abandoning Terra. Regardless of his own safety, he sat and watched the Sun Star Territory being besieged by the hateful greenskins for decades, and then slowly sent troops to check the life and death of the Throne World. His intentions were sinister and his thoughts were deep, and he was truly a typical example of rebellion. …”

"The so-called 'Northern Expedition Fleet' of the original body even absorbed the remnants of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the 13th Expeditionary Fleet. There is intelligence that all 13 expeditionary fleets were formed by falsely conveying the emperor's will and ceding territory to the federal puppet regime. The false sanctuaries that seek peace are undoubtedly rebels."

"If the original body wants to prove its loyalty to Terra and the Golden Throne, it must first eliminate all the traitors and rebels in the 1st and 13th Expeditionary Fleets of the Northern Expedition..."

Guilliman's eyes swept across the lower right corner of the petition, where nine people's names were signed.

This is an authoritative document jointly signed by 12 of the 9 high lords of Terra. The three who did not sign are: Marshal of the Imperial Palace, Grand Master of the Assassin Court, and Head of the Imperial Merchant Marine.

Just as Guilliman was thinking about how to respond to the joint letter of abdication from the nine high lords, in the space fleet, in the cabin of the Valkyrie "Soul of Burning Steel", the flagship of the 9st Expeditionary Fleet, a beautiful woman in a white veil with her eyes covered with white cloth covered with holy words walked out of the cabin barefoot.

Under the escort of the Imperial Guard Bramimond, the prophetess Alexi left the Soul of Steel and quietly came to a mechanical ark of the Mechanicum. This was the private ship of the Holy Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, and it had followed the Northern Expedition Fleet into the solar system.

The two of them were not blocked in the process of entering the mechanical ark, as if the machine spirit of the warship was welcoming the arrival of the prophetess. She walked barefoot into the deepest part of the ark and gently knocked on the door of the great sage's workshop.

Da da da-

The crisp sound fell, and the door of the workshop opened automatically. Alexey and Bramimond walked in without saying a word, and Belisarius Caul was in the room.

"Dear Great Sage, how are you doing with the things I entrusted you with before?" Alexei asked softly.

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound of parts colliding, and a mechanical arm was crawling between the circuits and gears, looking for a light switch. Kaul himself did not need a light source, but when guests came, he still had to turn on the lights.

In the darkness, Cawl said, "I don't know what bargaining chips you used to exchange the STC of the 'Portable Singularity Reactor' from the Order of Truth, but there is no doubt that this new technology played a vital role in my work to improve this 'Armor of Destiny'."

"It would be great to be able to help you." Alexei said with a smile.

She handed over the STC of the Singularity Reactor to Kaul without asking for any reward, she was simply helping him with his work. However, the prophetess still made some personal 'small requests' for the final improved version of the Armor of Destiny.

"Ah, I found it." Kaul's robotic arm finally found the light switch. With a click, the dark workshop lit up.

As the light came on, a set of golden armor tailored to Guilliman's body appeared in front of Alexi and Bramimond, like a tall sculpture cast in gold, attracting everyone's attention.

"To be honest, I'm actually a little confused. Why do you have to paint the Armor of Destiny gold?" Kaul asked doubtfully: "Golden armor is not very suitable for the Lord of the Ultramarines."

The prophetess smiled softly: "It will be suitable soon."

Chapter 378 Trap me into injustice

The accusations jointly made by the nine high lords went right to the point. Starting with the sainthood of Alexei Reipt, the initiator of the Terra expedition, they claimed that she had not been recognized by the Terra headquarters of the Ecclesiastical Church and could not act on behalf of the emperor. Will fundamentally denies the legality and legitimacy of this expedition, which can be described as extremely vicious.

Obviously, for the High Lords, the original Northern Expedition Fleet was too powerful. They believed that they needed to force Guilliman to cut off his wings in the name of justice, allowing the Ultramarines to fight with the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the 13th Expeditionary Fleet. The remnants of the expeditionary fleet had internal strife, so that the authority of the Terran Council could be more secure.

The Primarch's Northern Expedition Fleet may indeed be able to save Terra from fire and water, but in the eyes of the High Lord, if the supreme authority of the Throne World does not belong to himself, then it should not belong to anyone else. Even if that person is the legendary original body.

It is not difficult for Robert Guilliman to crack the political manipulation of mortals. He thought of a response to the high lord's poisonous scheme in less than a minute after seeing this complaint, but what troubled him was It's not these political tricks, it's something much more important.

That is to build the Stargate on Terra.

Guilliman is a born politician, and he clearly knows that now is not the time for gentle power games with mortal politicians. The situation in the galaxy has already changed drastically. When the subspace storm is raging, humanity's top priority is to build communication in the solar system. L-star gates throughout the galaxy connect Holy Terra to the star gate network.

The biggest problem lies here.

The petition questioning the loyalty of the Northern Expedition Fleet and the 1st Expeditionary Fleet bears the signature of General Casting of Mars.

Any large-scale space projects in the solar system must be supported by Mars, and obviously, this signature shows that Mars is not very supportive of them now.

"Look on the bright side, at least the Assassin's Court and the Merchant Marine did not sign the complaint." Guilliman said to himself, the original body had already seen the key to breaking the situation.

There is a saying in economics that "the flow of money can explain everything." The same is true in politics. The distribution of power and interests can explain everything. The attitudes of the Marshal of the Imperial Guard and the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court are not expressed for the time being. Why didn't the head of the Merchant Marine sign his name on this joint complaint?

Because her interests are inconsistent with those of the other 9 high lords.

The merchant fleet is an official trade organization of the Empire with a business license issued by the Emperor of Mankind himself. For the trade organization, transportation lines are the lifeline. Now with the death of the evil god Nurgle, the Warp storm has swept across the galaxy, and all previous Warp routes have been cut off. The lifeline of the merchant fleet has been cut off. The power of merchants comes from money, and the merchant fleet whose lifeline has been cut off has seen its voice in the Council of High Lords plummet.

The Merchant Marines are desperate to get out of their current predicament, and they need Terra to be connected to the Stargate network.

Although the Primarch himself had not yet set foot in the solar system, Guilliman could keenly sense the merchant fleet's female boss's goodwill towards him, just from the signature of the petition. She and he had common interests.

"The Merchant Marine is on the same side as us. I need to get in touch with them as soon as possible..." Guilliman's brain turned quickly and he quickly finalized the next policy:

"In addition to the merchant fleet, the Imperial Navy, the Tribunal, the Ministry of Military Affairs and other real-power departments are also targets that can be attracted. They can all get the most direct benefits from the construction of the Star Gate. I can find a suitable entry point from these people. , split the political alliance of the nine high lords from within."

"But the most important thing is the attitude of the founding general of Mars..."

Under the operation of the original body's thinking, the seemingly tense and unsolvable situation was quickly dismantled and completed, and what was to be done next became clear.

However, just when Guilliman was making plans and preparing to send envoys to contact the powerful figures in the Merchant Marine, Imperial Navy and other departments, an accident happened.

Guilliman, who had just thought of a countermeasure, walked out of his office deep in the cabin of Macragge's Glory. The primarch's sight passed through the porthole and saw the fierce gunfire blooming in the starry sky.

The cannons on the side of Macragge's Glory roared in unison, and the fierce firepower tore the huge warship carrying the "Sun" mark into pieces.

"What's going on?!" Guilliman's legs went weak. He recognized the emblem on the battleship. It belonged to the Solar Fleet, which was responsible for defending the security of the solar system!

While he was alone in his office thinking about countermeasures, Macragge's Glory launched an attack on the Solar Fleet!

Guilliman shouted, but no one answered him. Guilliman had no choice but to run through the cabin and into the command center inside Macragge's Glory. A gas giant with a huge red spot on its surface passed by the porthole. Guilliman was very familiar with it.

That is Jupiter, an ancient celestial body belonging to the solar system.

At some point that Guilliman didn't know, the Northern Expedition Fleet suddenly launched an attack. They used overwhelming firepower to smash the defenses of the Beta-Garmon star field, forcibly opened the door to the solar system, and drove straight into the solar fleet guarding the throne world. A head-on conflict broke out.

The internal channel of the Northern Expedition Fleet played the living saint's speech in a loop. Alexei had a very high prestige both in the Far East Star Region and in Ultramar now. She said passionately:

"The greedy High Lords deceived the Emperor! They deceived the Lord of Mankind! Their crimes must be punished!"

"Loyal warriors, follow the footsteps of the Primarch! The end of our expedition is Terra!"

"Dedicate your loyalty to the great Lord of Mankind!"

"Qingjun side!"

Even the Primarch's superhuman brain was unable to avoid a momentary freeze when listening to such a broadcast. Guilliman was completely unable to comprehend what was happening. He walked into the headquarters of Macragge's Glory with numb steps, only to see the senior officers of the Ultramar Navy gathered together to command the all-round naval battle between the Northern Expedition Fleet and the Solar System Defense Force.

On the flat projection map of the solar system, the ancient 'Gate of Hades' and 'Gate of Heaven' have both been lost to the overwhelming firepower of the Northern Expedition Fleet.

Six Black Stone Fortresses are scattered across the battlefield of the solar system, strongly suppressing any counterattacks by the defenders.

The ancient fortress monastery of the Imperial Fist sank under the combined siege of three black stone fortresses. Under the cover of the Gothic fleet, the flagship of the 3st Expeditionary Fleet rushed directly to the skies of Mars, attacking this ancient red without hesitation. The planet launched an orbital bombardment.

The steel ring of Mars fell apart, and the remains of the Phalanx burst into flames, dyeing the sky of Terra a dazzling golden red.

A bloated and heavy mechanical body slowly crawled through the cabin of the Macragge's Glory, and the Holy Archmagos Belisarius Cawl came to stand in front of the stunned Robert Guilliman.

Several technical priests behind Caul opened a tightly sealed digital safe and displayed a set of gorgeous armor that seemed to be made of gold in front of the original body.

"Do you still remember our agreement ten thousand years ago? Now is the time to ask the Emperor's most loyal Primarch to put on this suit of armor of destiny."

Guilliman clenched his teeth and clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. He stared at Belisarius Cawl's face, which no longer had any human features, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty:

"You, you are setting me up for injustice!"

"You have hurt me..."

Chapter 379 Storm Coup

Amidst the fierce battle cries of "For the Emperor" and "On the side of the King", all the soldiers of the 93rd Ultramarines Company, led by Captain Kanriel, boarded a jumping torpedo and launched a jumping torpedo against the crashing Fortress Monastery. Gang attack.

For ten thousand years, the descendants of Dorn have been guarding the safety of Terra, but because of the suspicion of the High Lords and various political factors, not all of the Imperial Fists are stationed on the Phalanx. Instead, they are scattered throughout the Solar Segment. Only the 3rd Company is stationed on the Phalanx all year round.

Therefore, in the general sense, the 'Terra Guards' does not refer to the entire Imperial Fists Chapter, but specifically to the 3rd Company of the Imperial Fists responsible for guarding the Phalanx.

This is the result of many compromises. Without permission, other companies of the Imperial Fists are prohibited from returning to Terra to assemble. After all, if an entire battle group of Astartes hangs high above their heads, the high lord will have trouble sleeping and eating.

However, even with only one company, the die-hard warriors of the 3rd Company of the Imperial Fists caused huge obstacles to the actions of the Qingjun side of the Northern Expedition Fleet.

Relying on the huge size and fierce firepower of the Phalanx, the warriors of the 3rd Company of the Imperial Fists tied down three Blackstone Fortresses and hundreds of cruisers of the Ultramar fleet. The ancient fortress left by the Father of Genes used its magnificent body to absorb unimaginable firepower. The overload of the Void Shield was already on the verge of its limit. Even so, the descendants of Dorn did not show even the slightest sign of weakness.