Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

But it was not until Spyr saw the chaos and the flags that he breathed a sigh of relief. The Chaos Fleet had no intention of turning back. Both sides were heading straight to their respective previous stationed planets without even a little cover. Changing homes was also an option, wasn't it?

Unfortunately, what Spyr left behind was not just a fragile planet with orbital defenses...

Chapter 92: Lightning Strike

Advantageous exchange, lock in victory. Moreover, Speyer was not really exchanging home, the two fleets flanking him were not just for show, he wanted a unilateral exchange of home, or it would be more appropriate to call it "confiscation of home".

After he unilaterally destroyed all the enemy's mobile fleets and main bases in the Marin District, the seemingly invincible tens of millions of elite troops deployed by Chaos on the Marin District's sub-star were nothing more than a big dumpling. Whether it was a fortress with an independent void shield or a trench minefield stretching for thousands of miles, they were nothing more than huge coffins.

Even Chaos Followers and Chaos Astartes were not demons that did not need food, drink, and ammunition. Even if they fed on each other, how long could they last? Moreover, he did not really want to forcefully approach them, clear the fields, and surround them without attacking. When they took the initiative to engage in a field battle, that would be the time for him to mobilize the Titan Legion.

What kind of scene would it be when this exhausted army faced off against the Mechanicus' Pepper Corps and Titan Legion, which are almost the most elite in the Imperial Army?

There is no doubt that it will be a massacre that will determine the ownership of several star systems. And such a massacre will soon be staged on the main star of the Marin region that has already fallen.

Quack, this is what I want to see - the most traditional Astartes sneaking into a planet completely occupied by Chaos forces to carry out a sabotage mission. However, this time they no longer bring salvation, but complete destruction, and are angels sowing death.

Navigating in the universe is boring, tasteless and long. Even after being able to clearly see the dark grey planet, it takes more than ten hours to enter the airdrop zone. Agamemnon does not have a dedicated shuttle landing pad for taking off and landing during navigation, but if it is just a simple throw, it does not need to be so troublesome.

Slow down to almost standstill, then open the layers of blockades on the cargo door under the flagship one by one, and finally lower the Stormbird using the large cargo elevator and release its claws - you can easily get a Death Wing hovering in the starry sky, less than 6,000 kilometers away from the planet.

Thirty-seven Terminators from three chapters swore with their lives and honor that they would completely destroy the control center of the shield generator and orbital defense array that had fallen into the hands of the heretics, even though the battle on the starship had almost replaced the users of these precious armors.

Even if all they had was a twenty-year-old overhaul map—for the love of God, this map was the latest and most accurate intelligence the Empire could provide. They could only hope that the Empire and Chaos would continue to be as bad as before, and that they would never make any corrections after the overhaul, which was not uncommon.

But fortunately, they do not need to destroy the entire orbital defense array. As long as the control center is blown up, the rebels can only use the most primitive hand-cranked control to control those land-based heavy artillery that weigh millions of tons. You definitely don't want to know how many kilometers a deviation of a hair will cause in space.

In the Warhammer universe, a planet without the protection of void shields and orbital defense arrays is no more powerful than a bus in front of a fleet.

Compared to a certain group of stars that are too civilized, where orbital bombardment does not kill civilians, and even the damage caused can be repaired by nature, Warhammer's extinction weapons are designed for large-scale and efficient massacres of civilians. Their function is that with the push of a button, the entire planet will instantly turn into a deadly hell that can devour any low-protection civilians.

It is not as clean as the Colossus, and it does not need to be cleaned up. When a logistics base is left with only the army guarding the most tightly guarded underground fortress, what is the difference between her role and no role. It is not everyone who can play the role of Lao Tan, who threw a virus bomb and insisted on landing a land battle like Mr. Krabs.

When the two Deathwings with their void shields deployed quietly "sneaked in" under the cover of the battleship's long-range bombardment, this almost unimaginative mission actually reached the last step: rush over and cut it! In simple terms, it was to kill all the heretics that were seen and blow up all the marked points.

- Pour out the Emperor's wrath upon these abominable heretics and traitors, and make blood debt pay with blood!

——When the Emperor's Angel of Death descends from heaven!

There are no innocents, no prisoners are needed, and those who have fallen into evil must be killed. This is Warhammer. Before the planet fell, the loyalists had used flesh, blood, iron and fire to extend the glory of the Emperor in this desperate situation for even a second, and the rest are all traitors. There is only one fate for traitors...

The Emperor's Angel of Death only brings punishment! When the whistling storm bird completely ignored the endless barrage of bullets splashing from the ground or the sky, it crashed directly into the most heavily defended fortress of this fallen planet. After the plasma bomb instantly melted the last wall, it was a belated judgment.

The Sokaren Stormbird is not the one with the largest passenger capacity, but it is definitely the most suitable fighter for cluster assaults, or a flying Titan. It can even rival the Warlord-class Titan in terms of void shield and noble flying attributes - it is an unbreakable fortress in the sky.

Even if the attack is weak, so what? Her most powerful attack is to send a whole car of Breadmen to the opponent's face at the fastest speed without any damage, and the remaining output Breadmen will find a way on their own (bushi).

When a teleportation beacon was mercilessly shot out from the muzzle of Sokalen's gun and sank deep into the fortress, the one-sided nightmare and massacre began.

At first, there was a flash of lightning. When the first heavy steel boot emerged from the light, the organized Terminator team destroyed the most determined resistance of the rebels in an instant. It was as easy as taking something out of a bag, or even easier.

The defensive power of the Iron Cavalry Terminator protected by a triple shield is no more than three overlapping pieces of paper in the eyes of the Great Demon. However, for the rebels inside the fortress who lack real heavy weapons, such as Leman Russ or Basilisk, there is no difference between them and the Titans - after all, there is no possibility of breakthrough.

The unique sound of the storm bolters had never been so dense, as if a whole group of Chimera were fighting against infantry, but the more accurate Astartes also meant faster slaughter. In just the seventh second of transmission, when the ion charging was not yet completed, the only ones left standing on the ground were this group of tall angels of death.

Not suppression, but extermination.

It was ridiculous for a mere thousand pure infantrymen standing closely together to try to fight against a Terminator that was one-thirtieth of their number. Even the Primarch himself was powerless to save them. Almost immediately, there was only a fragile door between them and the headquarters and the void shield generator.

Chapter 93: The Victory is Decided

Without the protection of people, the door is still fragile no matter how strong it is. Picking the lock? In reality, this is not possible. Heat and ions are specialized in dealing with all physical defenses. After the heat-melting light, which was almost bright white, destroyed the ceramic steel door panel that was more than five centimeters thick, the barrier that could even be called a metal block was reduced to a broken wall.

Almost at the same time as the impact just passed, the two Terminators who were hiding sideways at the door to avoid the metal jets and impact jumped out like lightning. Their extremely tenacious senses and highly integrated battlefield posture perception system of the Iron Cavalry type enabled them to see through all the secrets in the enemy's command room the moment they broke through the door.

For mortals, a single shot from a Storm Bolter would break bones and tendons, but in front of these majestic supermen, it was as docile as a submachine gun. The mortal Fallen, Demon Hosts, and even Chaos Astartes were almost frozen in place by the sudden impact and shock, and all suffered heavy losses in this storm.

A burst of heavy explosives, combined with the rapid-fire sniper fire of several skilled shooters who were temporarily acting as precision shooters in the bunker further back, caught the Chaos side off guard by the breach and lost nearly half of their combat power in just one encounter.

The four Chaos Astartes who approached the gate and were about to launch an attack were immediately pierced and melted by the metal jets. Even their corpses, which weighed several tons including their armor, were thrown several meters away by the close impact. The charred flesh and armor fragments were completely shattered and disintegrated. The miserable state of them was such that people would believe that they were materials for sacrifice.

The next batch of victims were more than 70% of the fallen mortals or weak psychics. In this small and confined space, even the most insignificant leakage or ricochet bullets could directly shatter their bodies. Almost in an instant, the command room, which was blasphemous but not dirty, turned into a slaughterhouse covered with blood, flesh and internal organs.

As for those Chaos Astartes who managed to survive and react in time to such a sudden change and the powerful shock that could cause a mortal's internal organs to rupture and die, they were met with rapid-fire sniping by precision marksmen, and the crossfire of incendiary submachine guns and plasma blasters immediately sent those traitors who had not found a good cover before the emergency back to the warp to look for it.

But we have to look for it carefully, otherwise the soul of a Chaos Astartes is so delicious that it will have to change hands many times in the Warp and suffer so much. We can only hope that they believe in Slaanesh, so that we can at least bear it for a while.

But for the Astartes, the battle was far from over. Without any verbal communication, the close combat experts holding storm shields, thunder hammers or lightning claws had spontaneously formed a neat formation and rushed into the smoke with their heavy boots.

It is worth mentioning that the "slow movement" of the Terminator is relative to the Astartes. For mortals, it has only dropped from being unclear to being barely visible. When a dozen small chariot-like iron cavalry Terminators broke through the smoke and dust and rode directly on the face, even the Chaos Astartes went crazy in fear.

The seven Chaos Astartes who barely survived the shooting phase faced off against a dozen Terminators that were as big as dump trucks - unless these seven heroes were all God-chosen champions, death without an intact body would be their only fate.

But obviously, they didn't have such good luck. They were essentially supervisors and couldn't even get a Terminator helmet, let alone dream of being chosen by God. As the psychic barrier held up by the demon host was easily smashed by the thunder hammer, these poor ghosts who couldn't even break through the Terminator were ruthlessly divided and strangled by the shield wall.

How can they be rich if they are all mixed up? Even the former legions have to live off their old capital. This is Chaos. As one of the few forces in the Warhammer universe that is even worse than the Empire, it gives a small shock to those people in the Empire who think they can be blessed and become superior by just mixing up.

This warband with only one plasma pistol couldn't even last as long as the demon host whose soul was unexpectedly strong.

When the captain of the first company of the Accusers pulled the finely crafted power sword out of the corpse of the hideous monster that had mutated to grow a second demon head, the technical sergeant had already stepped over the corpses and wreckage all over the ground and obtained the latest map, although it was an electronic version, from a specially preserved console.

"Well done, man." Although the technical sergeants have always been excluded and isolated by the mainstream of the Space Marines, everyone will respect them in view of their important functions. In order to better complete the task of destroying those important technological products, the two technical sergeants who are more skilled in combat were given temporary terminator armor.

Bringing maintenance personnel along for better destruction is a bit hellish, but purifying those corrupted machine souls is also the duty of the technical sergeants.

Without casualties, there is no need for repair. The Astartes are weapons designed and manufactured for such long-term, high-intensity wars - fearless, cheap, durable and powerful.

They rarely spoke, even on the comms channel, as even internal communications were no longer secure when trapped in the enemy camp. In the rustling silence, they communicated only through tactical hand gestures, which was enough.

After getting the latest map, their only mission is to bring destruction and purification to this fallen planet. The fire control system of the orbital defense has been physically destroyed, and even the software has been defeated by the junk code. At this time, only the void shield master control is left, which is placed in the deepest part of the core of the earth.

There is no need for anyone to defend the evacuation point. All forces should be concentrated to break through the layers of defenses set up by the rebels underground. This overly radical offensive tendency is not necessarily a bad thing in the face of powerful forces, especially when facing rebels underground who lack heavy weapons. The Terminator's cluster charge is unstoppable.

Anyway, all the Terminators can be used to send a beacon back to the hovering Stormbird when evacuating. If someone defends the evacuation point, the Terminators are not invincible in the open area against the Chaos rebels who can call in heavy artillery. Special equipment must be used flexibly.

If a Thunderhawk carrying an Astartes squad crashes dangerously after passing through heavy barrages of bullets, and the tactical squad fights desperately to break through layers of blockades and suffers heavy casualties, and rushes underground to fight for their lives in desperation, then this special operation will truly have a heroic and epic feel.

But in fact, those who are good at fighting do not have glorious achievements. With the blessing of Stormbirds and Terminators, this operation was as smooth as an outing. Instead, the rebels or Chaos Astartes who fought desperately with the Terminators and used their lives to create sparks on their heavy armor were more tragic.

The pure mortal troops underground were slaughtered one after another. Even the most elite troops were uselessly sent to die without any breakthrough in defense. If it was an Indomitable type that needed the Iron Halo to provide shields, it would not be safe against the suicide infantry holding hot melt bombs, but this was an Iron Cavalry type.

Commonly known as the relic terminator, its characteristic is the indomitable shield and armor that far surpass the newer and cheaper ones. The Wall of Sighs and the Unbreakable Fortress are the best quality inspectors. If it is not penetrated, it is not penetrated. For the guys who are mixed up, miracles are no longer such "cheap" things. The blessings of the four gods are often only given to those who don't need them.

Resistance only delayed the final judgment slightly. When the faint azure light slowly dissipated from the void, the victory or defeat of the Marin District and even Agrippina became clear.

Chapter 94: Salmin's Amazing Wisdom

At the same time as this outstanding battle came to an end, on the other side of the galaxy, the Battle of Jubal also finally came to an end. The transportation of nearly three billion civilians, which far exceeded expectations, almost drained Salmin's energy, but fortunately, everything was over.

When the sun rose on the twelfth day, the camp, which was noisy and chaotic in the past, was quieter than ever. When the last batch of frigates slowly took off, and the mortal guards and death angels that were everywhere in the past disappeared, the people who were still hiding or waiting on the devastated land also noticed something was wrong.

However, the destruction came faster and more decisively than they imagined. Civilians were a resource. When the solar storm with the strong evil power of the blood god completely enveloped this suffering planet, the flesh and souls of all the creatures on it would become blood food and toys for the evil god.

Even Salmin did not have the ability to save another billion people. Both time and space for warships were limited. This was the space he had to build by building two additional Agamemnon-class battleships, forty Overlord-class battleships, forty Defiant-class light cruisers, eighty Scimitar-class ships, sixty Cobra Widowmakers, and eight Sword-class frigates.

He had already considered the statistical error, but who could have thought that the error would be as large as half? He really underestimated the Empire. These warships were the maximum output he could produce in two weeks, but even the number of personnel that a whole sector-level fleet could carry was really tight. All he could do was to end their suffering in advance.

Human power was still too insignificant in the face of the galaxy-level destruction caused by the gods. The shattering of the star was a natural disaster that he had no power to save. Since death was a certainty, it was better to disappear under the glow of the spear of light than to let his soul fall into the mouth of the blood god. The Khorne Realm was not very friendly to mortals.

Just like what the Empire had been doing for the past ten millennia, scorching spears of light descended from the sky, and the magnificent pillars of light that blocked out the sun and connected the heavens and the earth, all in one color, even the alienated scorching sun and the blood-red solar storm visible to the naked eye were dwarfed by it for a moment. That was the last mercy, a glorious death as a human under the Golden Throne.

The last atmosphere on Jubal was completely shattered in the unreserved burning glass, and the barren land and the poisonous shallow sea ultimately failed to escape the fate of destruction, as well as the 17 million people who still stayed on the surface of the planet. All existence was transformed into the purest glass in the scorching light spear.

At least they died before Chaos invaded them, so there was still a chance that their souls would return to the Golden Throne. In this fucked-up world, returning to the Golden Throne was the only good ending. No matter how miserable humans were, they still had a bottom line, unlike a certain race that always called themselves "barbarian monkeys."

Well, Salmin was just talking nonsense, after all, he was still using the Webway that he 'borrowed' from the Eldar. Without this Webway to transport supplies and return quickly, he wouldn't be able to save even 300 million people, let alone nearly 3 billion.

Unfortunately, such a webway can be closed by both the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar after paying a certain price. It is okay to use it temporarily, but if it is really used as a transportation artery, he may face a disastrous defeat - he and mankind must have such a webway independently.

Regardless of whether they were robbing the half-immortal Lao Deng's Hu, or trying to steal the web tunnel boring machine left by the ancient saint, or going to 'prison break' to wake up the old lion, they would inevitably have to deal with the same force - the Dark Angels.

What a great place, Caliban, and the Dark Angels. The seeds that Salmin had planted before finally sprouted, and it was normal for the Fallen Angels to rescue Lion, the Lion King, who had been "tortured" by the Dark Angels for ten thousand years.

After all, do you think the Lion King would believe the words of the [Lion King’s Steward], the second-in-command of the First Legion, Koswayn, whom he affectionately called Xiao Kao, or the words of a strange offspring from 10,000 years later who was painted green and he had never seen before. The Lion King was thrown on the upper bunk of Luther and slept for 10,000 years. This is the original sin of the Dark Angels.

Thirteen, Guilliman has been well preserved in stasis. As long as Thalmin can take the initiative and the Fallen Angels rescue the Lion King in the Stone Fortress, the Dark Angels will have no excuse. If it was not intentional, why did they imprison the Lion King in the depths of the Stone Fortress? Why did they hunt and kill loyal Legion soldiers everywhere?

These are all points that can be made into an article. Now that he is Alpharius, it is normal for his style of doing things to be more like Alpha, right? And he, who actually controls Corswayn, will be the first legion commander to be appointed, without worrying about being exposed. A chess piece that is no longer used is equivalent to nothing.

All he wants is a title, the most illusory existence. This will be absolutely secretive, and people who don't know the script in advance will never think about it in this way.

Moreover, he was really tired. If the Lion King was at the forefront and he pulled Spyr over, then the fucking thing like 007 killing Guilliman for four consecutive months would not happen to him.

Salmin also needs to rest, even if he doesn't need it. But he should be the most qualified to rest - he never owes the Empire anything, but simply fights for humanity, for the Emperor, and for his own little family, out of a simple thought.

Fortunately, he could finally return to his loyal Cadia and resume his daily war preparation life after more than half a month. He didn't know how the living saint lady who stayed behind to guard the house and train the soldiers was doing, but at least her loyalty and appeal as a living saint were particularly credible.

When he had just implemented the new policy and arrested and killed a large number of former middle and senior military officers, and it was a critical time when he could not leave but had to leave, the first person he thought of was this special person who was most suitable to take over power at this time without being backlashed or usurped.

Religion is magical, isn't it? A living saint is truly qualified to rule over almost all institutions in the empire, because "rights are granted". A living saint is a being recognized by almost all mortals in the empire, and even willing to be given life by them. In other words, as long as she wants, she can even compete with Salmin, who holds the Imperial Guard, for legitimacy.

Fortunately, they had a pleasant conversation. It was rare for a person who was not ignorant to be in such a state in the 41st millennium of the human empire. If the emperor himself was not a dried corpse, he would have been shedding tears of blood. Isn't this the empire he least wanted to see?

Chapter 95: Shield of Cadia

When the main fleet, which was connected into a platinum ribbon and crossed the sea of ​​stars and blocked the sun and the moon, once again jumped out of the beautiful webway and returned to the real world, Salmin, who was leaning on the railing in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, nothing went wrong.

The webway was as safe and fast as ever, and in three days it was able to cross several star regions and send a huge fleet of thousands of kilometers back to this galaxy that had been completely fortified after several months of repairs and construction. Of course, this was not because the defense of Cadia was not strong before, but in his opinion it was not fortified enough.

The Cadian Galaxy is the front line of the human empire against chaos. Every planet is indeed the culmination of the construction, repair and strengthening of mankind over the past ten millennia. But that's not enough. These worlds are all independent entities. When the fleet of the Great Predator arrived in the 13th Black Crusade, all the connections to the fortresses were cut off.

These fragmented worlds were devoured by the overwhelming Chaos Alliance in less than a year - they were just fortresses made of mortal flesh and steel, not an organic combination, not even a loose alliance.

What Salmin has to do is to forge an unbreakable Great Wall with steel in the void, actively diverting the enemies to various fortress worlds. It looks similar to all the fortress worlds being saturated with enemies at the same time, but it is actually the opposite.

He is the commander of the navy. His mission or responsibility is to win the battle before the land battle and to tear apart the offensive of Chaos in the cold void. The fleet and star fortress are his sword and shield. With macro cannons, light spears, torpedoes and the final ram, the Imperial Navy is not afraid of any enemy!

He dragged a total of twenty-one Ramirez-class star fortresses from various corners of the occupied area to the Cadian system. These huge creations, with firepower enough to rival that of a fleet, jointly monitored all ships that appeared in this fully militarized fortress system, whether they were transport ships or imperial warships with different paint jobs.

Of course, the so-called firepower that can rival a fleet refers to those most basic small Imperial Navy fleets with Moon-class cruisers as flagships. Their real role lies in their huge size - after being transformed into aviation, each star fortress can handle millions of Imperial Guards and astronomical amounts of war supplies.

The most important thing in a systematic large-scale war is logistics. These undefeatable fortresses with millions of troops, combined with the overwhelming fleet strength of Salmin, are enough to sustain this war forever in the void far away from Cadia. Keep fighting until Chaos doesn't want to fight anymore!

Squadrons fought around the star fortress, while several main fleets were ready to fight as reserve forces while defending Cadia. When Chaos was desperate and wanted to open the Blackstone Fortress to stir up some nonsense like "down to fight" in front of Salmin, the equally large star fortress was able to let him know what the backbone of the imperial soldiers was.

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Cadia's strategic adjustment was necessary. When Cadia, the pride of the Empire, turned from an iron wall into a vital point, a pair of iron pants, though not very decent, was very useful. Salmin looked at the crowded and murderous star sea, looking forward to the next war, when Chaos crashed into the slaughter of his carefully arranged meat grinder.

He completely handed over the integration of the army on land to the living saint and Lord Creedburg, who had proven himself in the rebellion. His only advantage in land warfare command was that he knew how to use people and didn't micromanage. The Imperial Guard had a subtle, backward and advanced mixture that he couldn't handle.

Salmin’s powerful command ability is completely based on the highly integrated and information-based battlefield posture perception, but the ground battlefield of Warhammer... those who understand will understand that the front line can send a telegram to Lao Deng in the back, which is considered a close connection. Especially in the Battle of Revelation, the speed at which the big heads were sacrificed in an organized manner was faster than the speed of the rear command to convey!

All these trivial matters and the corresponding excessive power were transferred to the reliable front-line commanders. After all, I have my own national conditions here - I will use what is useful to the utmost.

Although he transferred the position of the Lord of the High Castle to his most trusted ship girl, Kronstadt, this was just an insurance policy. The last person to go out and fool around right after the reform was Guilliman.

Well, from the perspective of the Empire, Guilliman's actions are very abstract. The Thirteenth brought troops to the king and deliberately waited until the battle was over before arriving. The first thing he did was to seize power and split the legion. Well, Dorne not only endured it, but also led his men to fight the Iron Cage in order to avoid a civil war and gave away many heirs (bushi). As a result, Guilliman's drastic reforms were only halfway done, and then...

Just, it's so fucking abstract. From a God's perspective, of course I know Guilliman is loyal, but just looking at his actions, I thought he was a Chaos spy. Halfway through the reform, he was addicted to fighting Fulgrim and killed himself... I was just direct? Reform is bound to be accompanied by chaos, and Guilliman used his "death" to prolong this chaos forever, bleeding the human empire for 10,000 years.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Although Salmin felt that he would not die at the hands of Abaddon, he still found a reliable person to take over the reform before leaving. The Living Saint was in charge of internal affairs and faith construction, and Lord Creed, as the Chief of Staff of Cadia, assisted (presided over) the splitting and reorganization of the army.

Salmin changed the British dual regiment system (a regiment is both a regiment and an administrative unit, namely a military region) that had been in place for who knows how many years, into a standard military region and army group system. Each army group was divided into thirteen brigades of about six thousand people. He also took the initiative to split up the naval aviation, and the army finally had more convenient air support.

The enemies of Cadia are different from those faced elsewhere in the Imperium. Only a streamlined army with a large amount of heavy long-range firepower can hold its own in a field filled with Daemons and Chaos Astartes.

The elite infantry were not wasted, as countless fortresses that could not deploy heavy firepower needed these strong warriors to be minced meat. As compensation for the split of the Navy, the more than 80 million Imperial Guards on the Void Star Fortress were all genuine original Cadian Blitzkrieg Army.

The first star chain consists of Kaleisus (the location of the webway) and Solar Mariatus, and the second star chain consists of Horn Fortress, Makalia, and Saint Josmaine's Hope (Punishment World). Twenty-one star fortresses, thousands of large fleets, tens of billions of Imperial Guards - Salmin is confident that he doesn't even need to take action, even if the Ascended Primarch attacks, he will be defeated!

"Lord Alpharius, we have received information from the other Primarchs! Our men witnessed Magnus the Red and Mortarion the Lord of Death in Eidolon!"

"Huh?" No, I was just talking nonsense.

Chapter 96: Before the Darkness (Transition)

Ah? Is it illegal to talk nonsense?

Salmin almost couldn't hold it back. He was just inspired by the sight of this impenetrable wall, but you actually did it to me?

However, he had long anticipated the fact that the Ascended Primarch would break through the veil of reality. It was something that would happen sooner or later. Now, at least he had a few months to use as a buffer. If he had rushed over from Armageddon and happened to encounter the Chaos army besieging Cadia... he didn't dare to imagine how many sacrifices he would have to make.

The intelligence Alpha brought had to be listened to, luckily he had given Chaos a time lag. If it weren't for Carlos, the Alpha Legion, which had been lurking for ten thousand years and was now in a state of rebellion, would be the ultimate spy that no one would suspect.

Even if Abaddon managed to escape with Carlos as his scapegoat, he was not qualified to accuse the Alpha Legion of defecting based on suspicion, as this was the era of the Primarchs. During this time when our Chaos Warmaster was gathering his forces and looking for the traitor who betrayed him, it was the last chance for Salmin to take advantage of Alpha's full-map vision.

The intelligence provided by the Alpha Legion was very mixed and chaotic - hundreds of different perspectives mixed together, whether it was remote video recordings, photographs, or recordings, secret letters, or even extracted memories, all from mortal servants or Chaos Astartes. He even saw the memories of a Thousand Sons Sorcerer!

Obviously, they were all hidden agents employed by the Alpha Legion. Ten thousand years of infiltration had made many secrets in the galaxy no longer secrets to the Alpha Legion as a whole. It was just that no one had been able to unite them as a group of scattered sands.

And now, Salmin, who has taken over the scepter from the inexplicably active Alpharius, will use the cost of ten thousand years of planning and lurking to let the world know the true power of the forgotten 20th Legion - intelligence and initiative become more and more important in the larger the war.