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Suddenly, a strange noise came from inside the spacecraft.

A team of Word Bearers was immediately ordered to investigate the situation.

However, as soon as they entered the area where the sound came from, the black-armored knight hidden in the shadows appeared like a ghost, and the sword in his hand pierced their necks accurately and swiftly.

Blood splattered and fell on the cold iron wall, but in the blink of an eye, the blood miraculously disappeared.

A moment later, this team of "Word Bearers" returned to the command room as if nothing had happened.

"Sir, there is nothing unusual." The leading "Word Bearer" reported respectfully.

The leading Word Bearer nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

However, the "Word Bearer" who had sneaked in was secretly surprised. It was too easy to get into the spaceship so easily.

They couldn't help but wonder, shouldn't the Word Bearers have taken more precautions?

For example, add some secret words that only insiders know, or ask some questions that only people who are familiar with each other can answer, in order to verify the identity.

Despite their doubts, the Dark Angels disguised as Word Bearers pretended to remain calm and continued their activities inside the spacecraft.

They carefully observed the surrounding environment, trying to find the flying

The key parts of the ship in order to create favorable conditions for the subsequent actions of the Lion King.

As time went by, the Word Bearers on the spaceship did not seem to notice anything unusual and continued to carry out their respective tasks in an orderly manner.

The imposters began to disperse. Some pretended to check equipment, but were actually looking for the location of the spacecraft's energy core; others quietly approached the communication room, trying to obtain the communication code of the Word Bearers in order to interfere with any distress signals they might send.

Across the vast fleet of the Word Bearers Legion, such scenes unfolded silently and ghostly on every battle barge and spaceship.

Spaceships are sailing among the stars, seemingly maintaining an orderly appearance, but secretly, dangers are lurking everywhere.

Whenever a slight anomaly appeared inside the spacecraft, the Word Bearers team that went to investigate would always be attacked by the Black-Armored Knights in the shadows.

With a flash of cold light, the sword pierced into the neck, blood splattered and then disappeared in an instant.

The Dark Angels, disguised as Word Bearers, infiltrated the key areas of each ship one after another.

With every successful infiltration, the doubts in the hearts of the Dark Angels who successfully infiltrated deepened: Why was it so easy to succeed, and why was the Word Bearers' awareness of defense so weak?

Why is there no more rigorous identity verification mechanism?

With the infiltration of the Dark Angels, the Word Bearers' fleet seemed calm, but in fact it was like a bomb with a fuse buried, which could fall into chaos at any time due to internal changes. At the right time, this lurking storm would erupt completely.

Jonson hid in the shadows and waited quietly. He had just made a rough estimate of the size of the Word Bearers army.

After this assessment, he was surprised to find that the number of soldiers in the Word Bearers Legion was almost the same as that of the Legion led by the ambitious Guilliman.

This discovery made Jonson's expression even more solemn. In his view, Guilliman's ambitions were obvious, and the strength of his Legion should not be underestimated. Now that the Word Bearers Legion was even equal in strength, this undoubtedly meant that the situation they were about to face would be even more complex and difficult.

Jonson waited quietly in the shadows, having just made a rough estimate of the size of the Word Bearers. He was surprised to find that the Word Bearers' strength was almost the same as that of the ambitious Guilliman.

This discovery made Zhuang Sen's expression even more solemn.

In his opinion, Guilliman's ambitions were obvious and the strength of his legion should not be underestimated.

But no matter what, the art of war is to gain more glory at the lowest cost.

Chapter 292 Luo Jia: Must be ambitious

Aboard Guilliman's flagship, Macragge's Glory, the three Primarchs were now gathered.

Curze was the first to break the silence and asked Guilliman, "Robert, if someone foresaw that someone would make a terrible mistake in the future and then killed that person now, would that be considered a great achievement?"

Guilliman frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied, "I'm not sure what kind of answer you expect from this question, but for my part, I have always been skeptical of claims of psychic foresight."

Koz turned his gaze to Clarks and asked, "What about Huile? What do you think of her?"

Guilliman responded without hesitation: "She is a special case, the unexpected."

Upon hearing this answer, Curze was speechless, secretly complaining in his heart: "...Sometimes I really want to beat this guy up. Guilliman's double standards are too obvious."

Curze felt that Guilliman's standards for dealing with things seemed inconsistent. When faced with the same situation that was different from conventional cognition, he gave completely different attitudes, which really made him a little annoyed.

Clarks said curiously, "I'm very interested in the Primarch sisters you mentioned. Although I've never met them, I feel their influence is everywhere. I want to ask, what are they like in your memories?"

Guilliman blurted out almost without hesitation, "They are beautiful, intelligent, and incredibly powerful. It can be said that they embody all the best qualities in the world. They are keen on innovation, brave enough to try various experiments, and actively promote reform. They never dwell on the past, and always firmly forge ahead on the ark of human wisdom."

When Curze heard Guilliman's answer, he immediately understood that this guy had been bewitched again.

After all, there is no doubt that each Primarch possesses extraordinary charm that can easily attract others.

And Guilliman always seems to be particularly susceptible to falling into the "trap" of this charm and being deeply attracted.

Curze combined the prophecy in his mind and said seriously, "In terms of military talent, Aurora is a leader among the Primarchs. Few Primarchs can be compared with her. She is definitely an extremely powerful warrior. If you must find a clear reference, you might as well think of her as a female version of Leman Russ. However, Aurora is much cleaner than Leman Russ and does not act as barbaric and reckless as him.

As for Huile, her military talent is also not to be underestimated, especially in terms of logistics, where she is very capable. In this respect, you can think of Huile as the female version of Guilliman. However, if you really want to compare Huile with Guilliman, Huile is indeed not as good as Guilliman in terms of operations, and she is also slightly inferior to Guilliman in terms of psychic power.

Clarks fell into deep thought, especially about Koz's last words, which he simply chose to ignore.

Although he had never met Huile, the Primarch's sister, based on what he had heard, he was sure that Huile was a master of psychic powers among all the Primarchs.

How could Guilliman in front of him be better than Hui Le in terms of psychic power?

Even Guilliman himself denied this. He smiled helplessly and said to Curze, "You are exaggerating, brother. I am indeed no match for Huile in terms of psychic power."

Guilliman was well aware that each Primarch had his own unique talents and expertise, and Huile's attainments in the field of psychic powers were far beyond his reach.

Coates did not refute it. After all, this was the result presented in his prediction, not the current actual situation.

Moreover, he actually saw three figures of Hui Le in the prophecy, which made him suspicious.

Sometimes, he had to admit that his predictions would indeed deviate and become inaccurate.

However, the uncertainty of this prediction actually made him happy.

Because this made him understand firsthand why the Emperor and the Regent always scoffed at prophecies.

Predictions are not always as accurate as people wish. They are full of variables and ambiguities, like a fog that seems to guide the direction but may actually lead people astray.

This also made Coze understand more and more that he could not rely solely on prophecies to judge things, but also needed to combine the actual situation and rely on his own judgment and wisdom to deal with various situations.

Thinking of this, Coates couldn't help laughing. He really didn't expect that the idea of ​​"combining it with the actual situation" would pop up in his mind.

Come to think of it, this is probably thanks to Robert Guilliman.

In the process of studying and working with Guilliman, Guilliman's practical, rigorous and pragmatic style of doing things had a profound influence on him unconsciously.

And his brother, Guilliman, was like a patient mentor, guiding Curze with his own words and deeds.

Under his guidance, Koz gradually learned to think about problems from a realistic perspective and no longer rely solely on the unpredictable prophecies.

It seems that I have benefited a lot from the careful guidance of Teacher Robert during this period, Koz sighed secretly.

"Did Aurora tell us what to do now?" Curze quickly put aside his chaotic thoughts and asked Guilliman.

Guilliman replied calmly, "I will lead my fleet directly towards Lorgar's homeworld. Aurora will meet me there. She told me that she has conveyed the Emperor's will to Lorgar. Now we can only hope that Lorgar will not act rashly. Otherwise, we will not be the only ones who will be his enemies."

As a leader, Guilliman knew that their trip to Lorgar's home planet to destroy his perfect city was essentially just a warning to Lorgar.

He knew very well that the real crisis might be lurking in the dark, and it was very likely to come from the First Legion.

Once the First Legion joins the operation, Lorgar's situation will be precarious.

After all, the executioners in the Emperor's hands - those forces that faithfully carry out the Emperor's will - are ruthless and decisive.

Once they take action, they will show no mercy and will clear away all obstacles wherever they go.

Under such an offensive, the Word Bearers Legion would likely collapse, and in the end, only Lorgar would be left alone to face this torrential blow.

Thinking of the potential threat Jonson might pose, Guilliman couldn't help but look worried. He hurriedly issued a solemn warning to Clarks and Curze, the two Primarchs who were both his students and brothers: "You must not get too close to Jonson. He is dangerous beyond imagination. He is extremely dangerous! My brothers, you must remember this: stay away from him."

Upon hearing this, Clarks nodded solemnly, obviously taking Guilliman's words to heart.

But Coates acted nonchalant about it because he had already predicted it.

But he also understood that since Guilliman emphasized it so seriously, there must be some unknown danger in Jonson. However, he did not put this warning at the top of his priority list. He secretly thought that he would just have to act accordingly when the time came.

And he had secretly sent a message to his sister about a guy who had a twisted belief in his prophecy.

On the Sun's Glory, Hui Le said thoughtfully to the person beside him, "Koz, that brother No. 8, whom I've never met, sent me a message saying he wants to give me a meeting gift, and that this gift will make our destruction of Perfect City legitimate."

When Aurora heard this, she immediately asked, "Do you agree?"

Huile asked back: "Why not agree?"

Aurora nodded slightly and continued, "Well, come to think of it, we do need this gift. Otherwise, the Word Bearer will definitely stay in his unfinished perfect city and refuse to leave. You know, there are still many believers living in the city. I really don't need to burn those innocent lives."

Aurora added, "Also, tell Jonson and Leman Russ to remain hidden. Their actions are crucial and must not be exposed prematurely. When the time comes, follow my signals and ensure the secrecy and coordination of the operation. There cannot be the slightest mistake."

……

Ever since there were unusual movements in the Taiping Star Region where Colchis belongs, it has become extremely lively recently.

Five legions gathered here, and nearly half of the Primarchs also arrived.

At this moment, Luo Jia's mind was filled with thoughts of self-abandonment and he was in great pain.

The father he had always revered as a god, the Emperor, actually ordered his brothers to come and destroy this place, the perfect city that he had poured countless efforts into and intended to dedicate to his god-father.

Throughout Korchis, most believers and ordinary people find it difficult to accept this fact.

Some fell into deep disbelief, while others still maintained fanatical worship of the Emperor, declaring that they would devote everything to the Emperor without reservation, even if it meant sacrificing everything they cherished.

Lorgar was filled with fear at this moment, and this emotion spread like a plague throughout the Word Bearers Legion, and the entire legion was filled with a complex atmosphere of fear and anger.

They were certain that some treacherous ministers were maliciously slandering them in front of the Divine Emperor.

And in their minds, the primary suspect was Guilliman.

In the eyes of the Word Bearers, apart from this ambitious guy, they really couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

They firmly believed that Guilliman was trying to use the opportunity of joining forces with other legions to destroy the Perfect City to establish a mutually beneficial relationship with the legions, so as to gain greater benefits and power for himself and satisfy his inflated ambitions.

This groundless speculation further intensified the hatred and resentment of the Word Bearers towards Guilliman.

With this idea in mind, a strong sense of resistance spread within the Word Bearers Legion.

On the one hand, Lorgar was shrouded in fear, worried that the Perfect City would be destroyed and his years of hard work would be wasted; on the other hand, he was filled with anger, and his hatred for Guilliman burned like a raging fire.

He began to rally the troops within the Legion, claiming they were victims of unwarranted attacks and fighting to defend the Faith and the true glory of the God-Emperor.

"We built the Perfect City to better worship the God-Emperor, but now, an ambitious man like Guilliman is trying to destroy it. His purpose is by no means justice, but to satisfy his own selfish desires!" Lorgar shouted passionately to the warriors under his command.

As the Word Bearers listened to Lorgar's words, their initial fear was gradually replaced by anger. They shouted slogans and vowed to defend the Perfect City and never bow to the so-called "injustice."

However, this blind anger has also caused them to gradually lose their rationality and ignore the deeper reasons that may be hidden behind this crisis.

At the same time, Luo Jia was secretly planning a countermeasure.

He sent emissaries to various forces that might support them, trying to seek aid from other brothers to fight against Guilliman and the invading legions.

Using "Age 21 (Three)" can help the God Emperor understand himself.

But what he didn't know was whether these messengers' actions would be successful.

And will the help he expects really come?

……

However, just as the spaceship driven by the envoy sent by Luojia with full of hope was speeding through the Taiping star field, a sudden crisis quietly arrived.

Without warning, the Space Wolves launched a boarding operation and boarded the Emissary's ship like ghosts.

A Word Bearers sentry widened his eyes and just uttered half a sentence "You are space...", but before he could finish his words, a cold light suddenly flashed.

One of the Space Wolves swung his giant axe and chopped it down with great force, easily tearing through the protective ceramic steel armor on the Word Bearers.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on the wolf's sturdy armor.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow of death quickly enveloped the Word Bearer. His body fell powerlessly and was swallowed by endless darkness.

The spaceship instantly fell into chaos. The Word Bearers responded hastily, but were caught off guard by the Space Wolves' swift and fierce attack.

In this narrow spaceship passage, shouts and sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined, and a bloody smell quickly spread. A brutal massacre was taking place.

The genetic characteristics of the Space Wolves give them a unique restraining effect on other Astartes warriors.

They are like the sharp blade in the hands of the Emperor, acting as the executioner of the Empire, specifically responsible for dealing with those difficult matters that the Empire does not want to make public.

The battle inside the spacecraft did not last long.

With their powerful combat capability and swift offensive, the Space Wolves quickly took control of the situation.

By the time the battle was over, there was no Word Bearer left alive on the ship.

In order to ensure the mission was foolproof and confirm that all Word Bearers had been eliminated, the Space Wolves made full use of their keen sense of smell, sniffing around every corner of the spacecraft like hunting, trying to capture any scent of living people.