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Next to it was the "Imperial Rite" written by Fulgrim to catch up with the Huile sisters. When Guilliman compiled the first volume of the Astartes Codex, he also obtained a lot of etiquette references from it.

In addition, "Tactics of War" written by the Aurora sisters is also on the list. This book is very popular now.

Guilliman studied it carefully and even practiced the tactics in the book repeatedly on a simulated battlefield, but he also found many loopholes.

He has sent a letter to the sister, detailing the problem and suggesting corrections.

In his opinion, this book has certain reference value, but for him as the original body, it is not perfect enough, and is even not as good as the later added "How to Sculpt" and "Identifying the Enemy's Areas of Expertise by Color".

Looking at these books, Tarasha Udon's eyes were full of admiration. As the Lord of Internal Affairs of Ultramar, she usually came into contact with countless materials and documents, but these still amazed her.

She nodded slightly and praised sincerely, "It is indeed a very good book."

The knowledge contained in these books, whether it is profound psychic analysis, practical tactical guidance, or even detailed alien research, is of extraordinary value.

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Chapter 151: The Future Guilliman Hopes For

"Later, I will follow my sisters' example and explain these books to the warriors in my spare time."

Guilliman's gaze was determined, filled with a hint of longing. On the Far Eastern Frontier, hearing about the deeds of his brothers and sisters, he felt deeply that everyone had extraordinary qualities worth learning from.

Among all the Primarchs, he particularly admired Ferrus Manus.

Knowing that Ferrus was vigorously reforming the Legion, Guilliman enthusiastically sent several emails to provide advice to the brother known as "Medusa of Gorgon", but unfortunately, none of them fell into the sea and he has not received a reply so far.

"But do you have time?" Ms. Euton asked with concern.

As the number of planets conquered increased, Guilliman became increasingly busy, with little time to rest.

This conversation between mother and son was something he squeezed out after working hard for three consecutive days to handle official business.

"But there will always be time. After all, who can predict the future?"

Guilliman's lips curled up, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

More than anyone else, he looked forward to the future: after his success, he would either retire to the countryside as a farmer, or, in his spare time, teach the Ultramarines like his sisters, spreading knowledge and wisdom.

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This was a monumental action, marking the first time the Dawnbringers and the Children of the White King had joined forces.

Although the two sides have had many encounters before and are familiar with each other, this is the first time they have truly fought side by side.

This time they were tasked with the important task of completely wiping out an alien colonial fleet that had suddenly traveled through the subspace to the border of the Solar Segmentum.

The reason why these two elite legions were selected and the Actuator's Glorious Queen was dispatched was because the command was fully aware of the danger of this mission.

The forces behind those aliens have always been treacherous and unpredictable. Once they realize that the colonial fleet has been attacked, they are very likely to quickly send reinforcements or set up numerous ambushes in advance.

In this operation, the command of the two armies was handed over to Blamey, and the experienced commander of the Second Corps, Fore, served as his deputy to cooperate in the operations.

A Dawnbringer strode over, gave a standard military salute, and then reported loudly: "Currently, a total of twenty-two alien fleets have been detected."

Fore looked calm and nodded slightly to show that he understood.

But Braimer beside him suddenly changed his expression, his eyes were dull, and saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue, and he fell into a state of chaos from which he could not extricate himself.

When Fore saw this, his heart sank and he was filled with worry.

He knew very well that the number "twenty-two" was a fatal sting to Braime - that was the length of time his mother had been away on a secret mission sent by the Emperor, a full twenty-two days, which translated to five hundred and sixteen hours and thirty-one thousand six hundred and eighty minutes, and she had not returned yet.

Fowle, the disrespectful junior, slapped Braimer hard on the back of the head with a "slap".

After the slap, Braime shuddered and finally came to his senses. He quickly sucked the saliva that flowed to his mouth.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then he subconsciously straightened his chest to feel the book "Tactics of War" written by his mother hidden inside the armor.

At that moment, it seemed as if endless strength and courage spread through his fingertips and throughout his body, giving him the motivation to continue fighting.

Blackmey quickly entered the command state and first gave a decisive order, asking the outstanding psychics among the Sons of the White King to unite and use their psychic powers to set up a psychic barrier to prohibit communication for the alien fleet.

In this way, the connection between the alien fleet and their troops deployed on the colonized planet can be cut off, avoiding the dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides.

Then, he systematically commanded the ships to prepare for battle.

As orders were issued one after another, the joint operations between the two legions officially began.

In outer space, the Glorious Queen ship named Sun's Glory is like a real red sun, emitting dazzling light, and the frigates and other types of ships beside it are like the afterglow of the sun, interweaving into a brilliant and spectacular scene.

The Glory of the Sun took the lead and rushed towards the alien fleet at a rapid speed. The ships sprayed out powerful firepower, pouring down on the enemy like raindrops.

The speed was so fast that the alien ships had no time to send out communication signals, let alone turn around and escape, before they were bombed and destroyed by the fierce firepower.

The Sun's Radiance, with its powerful momentum, directly crashed into the alien ship. The loud noise and flames produced by the collision seemed to be the prelude to this victorious battle.

The moment the first alien ship was knocked away, the battlefield seemed to explode. Gun smoke quickly spread like a thick fog. The shouts and explosions intertwined, making people's eardrums hurt.

With a hawk-like gaze, Fore quickly took command and roared into the communication channel, "Sons of the White King, outflank the left wing! Quickly! Dawnbringers, advance on the right wing, suppress them relentlessly, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

His eyes were stern, revealing an unquestionable determination. He knew that he had to decisively pursue the victory at this moment and never give the alien a chance to regroup.

Blackmay stared intently at the battlefield situation map. The cursor on the screen flickered and jumped, like the tense pulse on the battlefield.

Although the psykers succeeded in cutting off the alien fleet's communication links, these alien creatures, like an enraged swarm of bees, began to counterattack frantically and desperately.

Unable to communicate, their attacks were chaotic and uncoordinated, but this also made them more unpredictable and savage.

Seeing this, Blackmey did not hesitate and immediately dispatched some of the Dawnbringer's elite marines. The team members were agile and nimble like cheetahs, boarding the assault boats and launching a rapid charge towards the area with weak firepower of the alien ships.

"Let's tear open a hole here and make it difficult for them to defend both ends!" He spoke in a firm tone, and his words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier through the communication channel.

In the center of the battlefield, the Sun's Glory was like an awakened beast, continuously baring its fangs.

The powerful main gun roared again and again, and each shot was accompanied by dazzling flames, shaking the void. After the alien ships were hit, their hulls shook violently, and their shells cracked and peeled off.

The frigates worked closely together, with the laser cannon beams and missile tail flames crisscrossing each other, weaving into an impenetrable and deadly firepower network that made it difficult for the alien ships to resist.

However, the alien's cunning is far beyond imagination.

Several ships that were relatively lightly damaged seized the opportunity and quickly moved closer to each other. They used their strangely shaped bodies covered with bumps and spikes to piece together a temporary "alien fortress", and from time to time, green beams of light were ejected from hidden holes.

For a time, the hulls of some ships were corroded and riddled with holes and pits, and the metallic luster was completely lost.

Fall said a few words to Braimer and then took the lead himself.

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Chapter 152 Don't trust your brother when he is unconscious

The assault ship of the White King's Son shot out of the water like a sharp arrow and rushed at full speed towards the "alien fortress" built by alien ships.

The ship cut through the dark void, leaving behind ripples of energy. The soldiers on the ship were already on full alert, their weapons ready to go, their eyes filled with fearlessness and determination.

As the distance shortened, the aliens seemed to sense the coming of a greater crisis. Their resistance instantly escalated and they fell into a state of near madness.

From every corner and crevice of the fortress, strange energy beams, corrosive mucus and dense spiked missiles continuously gushed out. The entire fortress was like a completely enraged prehistoric beast, baring its fangs and claws to protest against the approaching enemies.

On the brink of life and death, Fore made a decisive move. His calm and undeniably majestic voice quickly reached the ears of every son of the White King through the communication channel: "Psychics, listen up! Immediately unleash your deceptive psychic powers to confuse their minds. Quick!"

Almost all the sons of the White King moved at the sound. They quickly concentrated their minds, closed their eyes, and a faint light appeared around their bodies. Their hands danced in the air, weaving mysterious psychic runes.

In an instant, the space around the "alien fortress" seemed to be shrouded in a strange fog, and distorted light and shadow, and illusory phantoms began to flicker and roam in it, causing the aliens to fall into chaos and confusion, creating an excellent opportunity to break through for their own attack.

In an instant, a strange ripple seemed to appear in the void around the alien fleet, making them mistakenly believe that reinforcements were coming, and their formation was thrown into chaos for a moment.

Fowle seized this fleeting opportunity, roared, and led the commandos to break through the defense like a tiger breaking through a dam, and successfully met up with the follow-up large force.

Under the powerful attack from both sides, the alien fleet finally collapsed and began to disintegrate. Ship after ship lost power and drifted in the void like kites with broken strings. Some were transformed into brilliant fireworks in a series of explosions, while others were completely paralyzed and reduced to a pile of cold wreckage.

When the last alien ship was reduced to ashes in the flames, Fore and Blackmey looked at each other from afar through the communicator. Both of their faces were full of fatigue, but beneath that fatigue, there was a smile of relief that was difficult to conceal.

The smoke of battle gradually dissipated, but the communication channels of Fore and Blaymey were still busy.

"Now, we have to start clearing out the alien colonies on these seven planets." Fore's voice was filled with post-war fatigue, but also decisiveness.

"I have already sent seven large companies there in advance. According to the time calculation, they should have finished their work by now." Blackmey responded calmly, obviously having planned it in advance.

For was slightly stunned, and secretly sighed that this veteran was experienced and thoughtful.

He didn't say anything more, just responded briefly and hung up.

As soon as the call ended, Fore couldn't help but curse under his breath: "Old things are old things. They are really thoughtful."

Having said that, the corners of his mouth curled up quietly, almost imperceptibly. Although they occasionally joked with each other, they knew that they cooperated well with each other and were comrades who could trust each other's backs on the battlefield.

At first, clearing out the alien armies scattered across the seven planets seemed incredibly simple, even effortless.

The various large companies advanced step by step, the scattered resistance of the aliens was quickly disintegrated, and the dawn of victory was in sight.

However, on the battlefield, variables always exist.

Carl and his group of Dawn Messengers were traveling through the ruins.

They struggled to lift the piles of rubble

In front of him lay a seriously injured comrade. In order to protect a group of terrified civilians, this brother resolutely stepped forward and was hit by several bullets.

Given Astarte's extraordinary recovery ability, ordinary gunshot wounds may not be fatal. As long as there is time, the body will repair itself quickly.

But fate played a trick on them. Just as they were escorting the civilians to retreat and buying precious time for everyone to escape, a bomb flew from a distance without warning.

The brave warrior was unable to dodge and was instantly blown away by the blast. Then, the surrounding ruins collapsed in the shock, burying him completely.

If the civilian he risked his life to save had not told him this in a tearful voice, Carl would probably still be kept in the dark, completely unaware that he had lost a brother who fought side by side with him.

In this way, Les became the operator of a Dawnbringer Dreadnought mecha.

When Les regained consciousness, he woke up from the chaos and the first words he blurted out were: "Why don't you let me die?"

At this moment, he was already in a majestic dreadnought mecha, his body closely connected to the machine, and the familiar feeling of flesh and blood was gone.

"You didn't mention this when we found you!" Carl responded with a smirk and a hint of gloating.

At that time, Rice was dying from the explosion. His mouth was blown to pieces and he couldn't even utter complete sentences, let alone express himself.

"Yes, there is no other way. I can only put you in the Dreadnought. I can't just watch you disappear." Another Dawn Messenger stepped forward with a serious look.

He had personally witnessed the birth of the Second Legion's dreadnought mechas, and knew how hard it was to come by. After all, the number of the Second Legion's dreadnought mechas was very scarce.

"And this is all for your own good. To make you more comfortable, we even went to the White King's son and begged him to equip you with the best equipment. Staying inside, I guarantee you won't feel the heat at all."

Carl continued jokingly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Yes, yes. We paid a huge price and spent a long time rehearsing and coordinating with them. Just stay in there and play your role well!"

A group of Dawn Messengers echoed one after another, each of them putting on an attitude of "this is for your own good", trying to make Les accept this new, metal-cast "life" form.

Rice was completely consumed by rage, but now trapped in the Dreadnought, no one could see his flushed face and wide-open eyes filled with resentment.

In an instant, he controlled the red-gold mechanical claws to reach out like lightning and accurately grabbed Carl, who was still laughing in front of him.

Carl's eyes widened in horror, and just as he was about to shout, the mechanical claw suddenly turned, and his body was suspended in the air, tossed around like a rag doll.

On the other side, Les's other mechanical claw reached out mercilessly to another comrade who was mocking him and grabbed him as well.

Then, Rice exerted force with his arms, and the two mechanical claws rotated at high speed. The two people who were caught felt dizzy and screamed in fear, hoping that this crazy action would stop quickly.

As they spun, they felt as if thousands of troops were galloping in their heads, their brains seemed to be shaken evenly, and the whole world was spinning.

His other fighting brothers cheered on the sidelines.

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Chapter 153 Dorne's Mouth

After cooperating with the Second Legion, Forle felt a sense of absurdity in his heart, especially when facing those Dawnbringers, this feeling became stronger.

These old fellows who had fought in the war of unification have now become the messengers of dawn. Almost one out of every three sentences they speak is about their mothers.

The endless praise was so intense that Forle's ears were almost callused.

The mother they talked about was beautiful and brave, exuding an artistic atmosphere, and was respectful to others. All kinds of praises were heard everywhere.

For knew that they did not add the word "wisdom" because among all the Primarchs, "wisdom" had become the exclusive praise for the 11th Primarch, Lord Huile. It was a label that belonged only to Huile's mother, and no one else could reach it, let alone snatch this honor away.

After all, looking at the entire galaxy, everyone knows that among all the Primarchs, the most intelligent one is Lord Huile.

Of course, the White King's Son's enthusiastic praise inevitably attracted sneers from other Astartes Legions.

Just as the Space Wolves heard the Dawnbringer's praise of his mother and poured a bucket of cold water on her:

"Your mother hasn't demonstrated the ability to command operations on the battlefield and establish real combat achievements?" As soon as these words came out, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest.