Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

"Cadia?" The female Lord Admiral in power armor seemed a little surprised. A bald eagle was standing on her shoulder. Perhaps this was the origin of the so-called "White Eagle". "This is Cadia, and the enemies of mankind are all outside the Cadia battle line!"

That was a tone full of honor and pride. She was stating a fact: the fallen Ascended Primarch, the rebellious Astartes Legion, or the four demonic legions that were attacking each other, were all unable to make an inch of progress in front of the huge fleet of Cadia. Until now, this Cadia should only have the last bastion left, and the so-called great plunderers did not even dare to set foot in the Cadia system.

"Of course, we also welcome every army that comes to assist, especially the arrival of a respectable ancient great sage. Please forgive me, but the time is a little sensitive. After taking necessary measures, we will lead your fleet to the forefront of the Cadia galaxy at this time, Kalesus."

"I have no objection." The situation is stronger than the person. Not joining his flagship is already giving face to this unknown great sage. Except for the absolutely confidential armor of destiny, everything can be discussed. Rather, what he really wondered was, "What year is it now?"

"It is now the end of the 2.559.999st millennium. To be more specific and vague, it is theoretically 41.M, the night of June th, Terra time."

Cawl calculated that in less than five months, he had only fought two waves of demons. For a warp jump, especially a long-distance jump in the increasingly turbulent Eye of Terror, this was already a blessing from the Emperor. No, maybe the Emperor was really protecting me.

After all, he now shoulders the fate of Cadia and even the Empire, and he is the only one who knows the information of the Blackstone Obelisk - he must let the Cadia defenders know what Abaddon's purpose is! However, Cawl, who has slept through the previous version, still doesn't know what happened in the last few months of the 41st millennium.

But for Salmin, who had just learned of Cawl's arrival, apart from the big event of Guilliman's revival, Cawl's arrival filled the last vacancy of the position of Forge General for him. He only needed to block the news of the Mechanicus in Cadia and invite Cawl and his fleet to Kalesus, just like this -

"Your Excellency the Great Sage, you need our help regarding the 'true Lord of Ultramar'."

Chapter 140 The emperor's light

"Your Excellency the Great Sage, you need our help regarding the 'true Lord of Ultramar'."

Salmin didn't mean to be euphemistic at all, he even used declarative sentences, just like declaring a checkmate in chess!

And in fact, it was true. Cawl couldn't even utter a word - he could already hear the distinctive footsteps of the Astartes as they marched, and all the warships except his flagship, the Iron Wraith, were completely occupied by the Cadia army. Even though he was the greatest sage among the great sages of the Mechanicus, the chance of success of his resistance was close to zero.

More importantly, how could an Imperial Zerg Governor know the commission that Guilliman had given him ten thousand years ago! The so-called true Lord of Ultramar that was emphasized was certainly not referring to Calgar, the commander of the Ultramarines, but an existence that was far older than him and only appeared in myths or fairy tales.

The Emperor's divine son, the seventh of the nine now collectively known as the Sons of God (13) Roboute Guilliman!

Insert a small question for the Inquisition. How many children does the Emperor have? A.21;B.20;C.19;D.18

The answer is nine. Those who are wrong will be dragged out to confess, and those who are right will be dragged in and tortured until they confess. The Empire's control over knowledge is so strict that a mere governor, even if he is the actual lord of a major sector, cannot possibly know some things. Cawl was silent.

When Salmin revealed Cawl's olden with just a name and grasped his vitals, Cawl actually had no choice. He didn't even have the ability to fight to the death - even he himself couldn't destroy the armor of fate built for the primarch before the Iron Wraith sank.

The only sounds in the room were the buzzing of the water-cooling equipment and the crisp ticking of the projector when Kohl was overloaded. He would not bet on the kindness and goodwill of a stranger, but since Salmin dared to say it, he must have made all the preparations, otherwise he would be laughed at.

The heavy footsteps of Astartes stopped outside the door of the Mechanical Temple of the Iron Wraith. This door was ten centimeters thick and was made of adamantium. It was beyond human power. He believed that even the Primarch would have to spend a lot of effort here. This temporary but absolute safety was also the premise for Cawl to stand here and think about countermeasures.

The Archsage's flagship naturally did not need to be inspected - what if something was found? Therefore, these three Astartes were the only ones on board to pick up Cawl, a kind of honor guard. Cawl's choice was based on what he knew: although the honor guard was elite, it would never carry heavy weapons.

Without heavy weapons, the Astartes are just superhumans, not real supermen. The ten-centimeter-thick adamantium door panels or alloy blocks are even enough to withstand several direct hits from tank guns. Just relying on the few grenade guns decorated with white wings and exquisite patterns outside the door? Don't be ridiculous.

But what if the person who comes is not a human?

The work of this kind of honor guard should be entrusted to the most elite and powerful warriors. So which Astartes can Salmin call upon and assign to the front-line ship girls to play a protective role?

The three men who easily crushed all resistance in the Archsage's flagship were the Sons of Sanguinius, whose armor was decorated with gorgeous platinum patterns and shone like crimson gems more like works of art than warriors. But no one could deny the power of these works of art, or that this was what their Gene Father really wanted the Blood Angels to look like.

It was Sanguinius who cleansed the filthy ghouls and crowned them with the laurels of angels, the exact opposite of Angron's corrupting the Emperor's war dogs with the world-eating iron nails. Let elegance and erudition overwhelm their bloodthirsty nature. Waking up from the hell of the black rage allowed them to pick up their own glory, and following their father's teachings is the foundation of keeping this honor.

In general, although this rule is not as applicable in Warhammer as in reality, the more beautiful, the stronger it is in the Holy Blood series. The gorgeous yet solemn relief paint is matched by their terrifying combat power that exceeds the level of Astartes and the skeleton knight mechas known as ship suits.

The roar of the short explosive bombs and the scream of the chainsaws completely silenced the clamor outside the door. No attempt was made to use melta bombs or ion weapons to test the quality of the main door of the Mechanical Temple. In this dead silence, the sudden sound of metal clashing and the roar of the divine machine that descended in the roar pronounced the end of fate.

The clanging of metal and iron! It was a war machine that stepped onto the earth from the void, flowing with the blessing and majesty of the God of All Machines. The three nearly ten-meter-tall skeleton knights just stood on the ground, and the alloy deck that was severely dented under the pressure of nearly 10,000 tons had already announced to the world who the challenger was.

However, these creations, which are essentially ship armor, are more fantastic than those of the regular knights of the Empire. The armor made of bones and wings can be said to represent the theme of sacrifice and rebirth in a religious sense. The classical lance held in the right hand is a completely different structure from the lance and shield that is fixed as the arm of the traditional knight.

It no longer focuses on traditional stabbing and killing, but is more in line with the joints that can swing and block the power of melee weapons. As for the lack of structural strength of flexible joints, it is made up by idealistic attributes. A mere fine gold door panel, watch me push it back with my Gundam!

"The emperor's light drives us forth and the tians of god shall end this war!"

The moment Kaul heard the familiar thunder of the knight mecha walking, even the great sage who had commanded a knight family or an entire spear formation countless times, or even the Titan Order to tear through the enemy formation, stopped in the chaos to check. "Outside... are there knights charging?"

The increasingly clear sounds of war trampling and the wailing of large chunks of alloy decks breaking under heavy pressure ruthlessly confirmed his judgment. The moment he dragged his heavy body and looked back - the indestructible iron wall bulged out a noticeable protrusion in an instant, and the almost substantial impact, with the dazzling sun, hit heavily on the strange shield that had risen on his body at some unknown time.

The multi-reinforced prosthetic eye allowed the great sage to scan everything in front of him before the smoke and dust cleared, but he no longer even wanted this function. The teardrop-shaped lance, which looked more like a sharpened pillar to any humanoid creature, pierced through the platinum door panel, and the rough tear mark was two inches long even on this side!

What a violent slash, or what a display of extreme destruction. The Great Sage could even see through the cracks the gorgeous red and white mecha and the two double-barreled macro cannons on its shoulders that were comparable in caliber to the Warhound-class Titans, and of course, there were two other knight mechas of the same level that were choosing their charge angles.

In addition... two, "Hey, can we reconcile?"

Chapter 141 A Win-Win Agreement

What a joke, to fight three melee knights in a spacious room, even if he was Belisarius Cawl, one of the few single-person void shield holders in the human empire, he would never be able to do it. According to the best result he calculated, destroying two at this distance was the limit.

Which level of units in the Empire can match the Greater Daemons? Of course, it is not the few legendary Chapter Masters who can kill Greater Daemons alone, nor is it the Dreadnought or any variant of the Astartes - the units of the Empire that match the Greater Daemons are these manifestations of the Messiah's will blessed by the Iron Priests and forged in the flames of fanaticism, the Knight Mechs!

You don't need too many, just a three-machine team, with each knight bringing two followers. These nine knight mechas are enough to annihilate any nameless demon that appears in the physical universe, and even a powerful demon with a name like Rain Father will not be able to escape.

Let's not talk about Cawl's complete preparations. In such an isolated place, he really couldn't fight three knight mechas alone. It was not a question of whether it was worth it to exchange his precious life for two knight mechas that he could easily call upon. As long as he was not stupid, he would not gamble with his own and Guilliman's lives for a chance.

As the adamantine door panel that was cut into a standard triangle by the knight's spear blade was embedded in the lavender vortex in front of Cawl with a heavy kick, the great sage simply turned his hunched body back and turned his back calmly towards the knight mecha and Astartes who entered the room and slaughtered his servants.

He simply protected the tall and strong man who had been standing beside him, and let the gears and blood splatter on his equally bright red robe - since the knight did not fire directly after breaking through the door, it meant that he did not want to kill him, and if he did not kill him after the fall out, it was likely that he was plotting something more, so he just let it go.

He now had only two choices: accept Salmin's proposal, no matter what it was; lock the Armor of Fate, clear the personality matrix and database of this body and wait for "resurrection".

He looked directly at the young man who had been drinking tea in silence. He was wearing a clean white navy dress adorned with nearly twenty exquisite medals, a perfect skull, and not even a trace of modification on his body. He looked more like a young scholar than a high-ranking lord or admiral.

The young man sitting in the command chair couldn't tell his exact height but he was no more than two meters tall. It was this innocent-looking unknown scholar who easily pushed him into a dead end after pointing out the purpose of his trip. The shining golden eyes showed no emotion at all. Kaul could only signal this winner, whom he knew nothing about, to make his request first.

Salmin was not polite at all. His years of doing his own thing in a high position made him accustomed to others, especially the losers, giving in. Moreover, he was always very straightforward. "I know why you are here, Cawl. And I can help you in saving the real Lord of Ultramar and protecting the Blackstone Obelisk. But how can you make me trust you and help you?"

Fortunately, he was not stupid and did not directly say Robert Guilliman's full name, but only used a nickname that those who understand will understand, and those who don't understand will not understand. Even though he was indeed a dishonest person, saving Guilliman and protecting the Blackstone Obelisk were both things he had to ensure, but they became his heavy bargaining chip for the deal.

Maybe this is Warhammer, fighting for the same purpose is normal. In order to win the trust of someone who can't trust him, Salmin's choice is certainly not the traditional way of proving his innocence and cultivating trust through life and death. That is too inefficient and too frustrating.

Instead, I beat the opponent to his knees directly - look, I can kill you, but I won't. Because my purpose is the same as what you said, I just doubt you. Okay, now it's your turn to prove your innocence and seek my help. It is very difficult to make others trust you, so it is better to solve the person who raised the problem than to solve the problem.

Simply put, Salmin is much stronger than Kawl at this time, so it should be Kawl who proves himself! The strong should use their advantages to speak out. Those so-called strong people who are tortured by the weak are absolutely rubbish in terms of personality, the most despicable rats in the gutter, and turtles who get horny when they see women!

As a serious sage and the last scientist of mankind, how could Cawl not understand such truth? But if he lost, he lost. The three knights aiming at him were completely unable to usurp control. At this moment, he could only believe that Salmin, who did not kill him, was a true ally and prove his innocence in turn.

Fortunately, Salmin had no intention of making things difficult for him. After taking out the video recording of Guilliman's verbal commission ten thousand years ago, Salmin took the opportunity to give his own plan, or "sweet treat".

Give a stick and a sweet date is the simplest cooperation plan between superiors and subordinates, and it is also the most crude and effective one. Showing strength and giving benefits is the most reliable relationship besides soul mates or blood relatives, and the key lies in whether the sweet date is big enough and sweet enough.

The aid package offered by Salmin was generous and did not conflict with Kaul at all:

First, Cawl needs to intervene in the establishment and construction of the Cadia Forge World as the Holy Great Sage of Mars, and at the same time unconditionally support Salmin in seizing the position of Cadia's Forge General.

Yes, he won't pretend anymore. The arrival of Cawl, whose status is so high that he can overwhelm the Great Sage, is both a risk and an opportunity. After getting this heavyweight help, he can finally completely interfere in the internal affairs of the Mechanicus. The cause of seizing power will be achieved in one fell swoop. Om Messiah is beckoning to him.

In response, Kaul expressed indifference, and even felt like, "You fought me just for this?" Selling a small forging world without a complete STC that is not even as valuable as a mechanical ark.

Second, Cawl needs to study and crack the secret of the Blackstone Obelisk until the Obelisk is activated to seal the Great Rift again. For these two things, Salmin gave a whole ancient mechanical ark that can be driven directly to the front line, equipped with ancient vector arcs, Queen of Glory-class light spear turrets, heavy missiles and other relic weapon arrays. Lost warships!

That's right, just these two points. Guilliman's resurrection is too sensitive, so Salmin simply didn't mention it. Anyway, as long as Cawl helps him take the position of Cadia's Forging General recognized by the Holy Magus of Mars, he will make a fortune. And with the Lion King around, it's better to wait and release Guilliman, otherwise, hehe...

Cawl didn't even know how he signed this incredibly generous treaty in the presence of the Emperor and Om Messiah. He gave too much. As a deposit, Salmin even proposed to lend him a mechanical ark that had made an emergency landing on the ground for 555 years, and the price was just that he had to purify it himself and process some basic weapons.

Both of them felt that they had made a lot of money. They didn't pay anything, but got everything they needed. Perhaps this is a win-win situation.

For traditional oilmen, it is normal to forget the grudges with a smile as long as the money is enough. When the mechanical ark painted with Martian paint arrived on this new forge world, it completely became an internal dispute among the oilmen and a matter of several "academic exchanges".

Chapter 142: Bad Intentions, but Well Executed

The relationship between the oilers is not even clear to them. To put it simply, it is a bulk Shinra. Yes, even if it is compared to the Holy Roman Empire, which is neither holy nor Roman, it is still a bulk. The relationship between Mars and several other super forge worlds, such as Agrippina, Huangquan No. 8, and Riza, is not a theoretical superior-subordinate relationship.

In fact, among the major forge worlds of the Empire, only Voss Prime, located near Armageddon, is associated with Mars. The others can only be said to be, uh... rebellious to varying degrees. After all, Mars' military strength and technological reserves are well-deserved first, and the local Mechanicus is not completely independent, but it is limited to this.

However, that was a low level of control for the main forge worlds. For the oilmen of Kanzan and the two-world Demos (not Demos, that was the exclusive forge world of the Grey Knights), the battle fleet of the Holy Archsage from Mars was completely a master with the power of God.

After just a few academic exchanges in the tradition of the Mechanicus, and two sages who were too active and could not see the situation clearly were punished for heresy - all their implants were removed alive and the mixture of living flesh was thrown into a stasis field, and the oil men of Cadia became the kind of good kids that Cawl told them to go east and would never dare to go west.

They really couldn't beat Cawl. How could a Martian Great Sage who specialized in war, the title of "Great Sage of Domination", fail in such a poor place? In the Mechanicus, if you don't touch cheap and powerful war machines like the Demon Engine, the means of production are almost equivalent to combat power, and it is impossible for the lower to overthrow the upper.

Brother, have you seen the Little General Cannon? Have you ever played with the Death Slave Robot? The Castle Star Battle Robot, an ancient creation that treads on the edge of the Crimson Protocol, is something that the country bumpkins in Kanzan have never heard of. But now, thanks to Tokor, they have become familiar with it.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. The mechanical ark that Salmin had prepaid for a lease of 555 years was purified and officially put into production. But Kaul just wanted to say, "Stupid Party A, I'll hang you!" What do you mean by 'The candidate for the Casting General has not been determined yet, why don't you appoint me as the acting Casting General first, and then I'll choose someone...'

These are the original words of the seemingly wise guy. He didn't know how the 37-degree mouth without any modification could say such cold words. I said why the difficulty of this task is not in line with the reward. It turns out that Party A is the biggest obstacle.

Even more amazing than Guilliman, who asked Cawl to research a way to revive himself but then gave him 10,000 years to research. And Salmin, on the other hand, wanted to achieve the goal of "fast, good and economical", which was like asking him to build the house first, and then Party A would choose a good place - but how is that possible!

...It really works.

Because he is Cawl, the omnipotent man. He can even do such a bizarre thing as secretly designing and manufacturing more than 100,000 Primaris Astartes. Now that he has absolute military support, he is even confident that he can usurp Agrippina's position as the Forge General, even with such an irresponsible Party A.

To put it bluntly, he had long wanted to take the throne and kick out the useless Martian Fabrication General who was just sitting there doing nothing but eating and drinking, not making any progress, and not even able to do research and development (he later mentioned this to Guilliman, but the Thirteenth was afraid of a second Martian civil war and did not dare to allow it), so he even had a mature plan to usurp the throne.

Even the kind that can be used on Cadia with a little modification, but the requirements are a bit too high, and he has to promote the Primaris Astartes plan without restrictions, so he didn't have the energy and resources to do this before. It can be said that if Salmin hadn't given him this job, this idea would always be just an idea.

As the number one resource thief in the Empire, Cawl is best at using one resource to do two things, and doing both well. The support from Salmin is generous, and the Cadia Forge World will be a good stage for his sociological experiments, a preview of the reform of Mars and even the entire Mechanicus.

A vibrant forge world that no longer fights the STC, but tries to study the Black Stone, a new thing for the Empire. He also wants to see what role the so-called elementary educated working class promoted by Salmin can play. Is it better than the servitors, or equivalent to the forge masters of Las, or even... better?

Salmin had no time to care about Cawl recently. The Cadia Forge World was not important to him. What was important was how to make the Cadia Forge General his man. And with the complete fall of Fremas and the activation of the entire planet by the Death Guard, Volgatok instantly became the intersection of the secondary battlefield.

The fall of Fremas was inevitable, and even the fact that they had held out until now was beyond Thalmin's expectations. The only regret was that until the very end, when the golden-armored Guards were overwhelmed by endless Nurgle demons, Mortarion still did not take action. He simply won victory after victory through absolute quality.

The Death Guard and Nurgle demons filled every inch of the fortress, and every piece of steel was rotten and corrupted by the endless evil power. Mortarion was radical but conservative. While he seized Fremas at all costs, Salmin was not even able to get any information about him.

When the planet's rotten eyes opened for the seventh time, a living, festering mixture of jungles, forests, swamps and green vegetation embodied by unclean life, infested with disease and mosquitoes, stretched out its tentacles and fangs at the edge of the physical universe.

The surface of the planet is like the Garden of Nurgle. No living creature can hope to survive in the Garden of the Plague God except the Astartes corrupted by Nurgle. Even Chaos Cultists and those mad followers, and even the Daemon Engines of Khorne are spewing out corrupt filth in the corruption.

Every inch of the place was covered in diseased mud and worms, and the air was thick with smoke and buzzing flies. Bushes of plague-mouthed trees and swollen fungi jostled against each other. Pale light flickered between spore sacs rising from the mud and ichor-encrusted vines. Everywhere was dripping slime, rustling bugs, and sickening bursting bubbles.

And this planet did not overestimate its own capabilities and try to attack the fleet defense of the Cadia system, but very cleverly chose to open up a second battlefield - unlike Brother Don who seemed awesome but was actually weak, or Magnus who was beaten into a Sabre by Thalmin before he could do anything, Mortarion really made him feel threatened.

Chapter 143: The Change of Volgatok

Salmin had to maintain an absolute fleet advantage on Cadia, and while he was holding back the main forces of the three legions, he naturally trapped himself. When the living planets corrupted by Nurgle moved towards Volgatok, he had no more soldiers to use except for the two mobile fleets.

The only good news is that the Death Guard Corps cannot provide more fleets. Apart from the seven strike cruisers, there are only three escort carrier squadrons. If a little bit of it slips through Salmin's fingers, the defending fleet will be solved. But the problem comes back again. How to deal with the living planet that has jumped out of the warp and is heading towards Volgatok?

It is a living planet with a diameter of more than 11,000 kilometers and a weight of nearly 600 trillion tons. To measure kilograms, you have to use scientific notation multiplied by 10 to the 24th power. It is a planet-level unit that is only slightly smaller than the Earth!

This thing is much bigger than the Phalanx or the Battle Moon. The extinction of the Empire makes it not the Earth-shattering Star next door. It can only destroy but not explode. As for the long-term bombing? A living planet is not a pet that can be slaughtered at will. It is the manifestation of Nurgle's will in the physical universe, a star of disaster that is constantly splashing mutations and corruption.

Visible demon waves were rolling under the tentacles on the surface of the planet. The horrific corruption of the Warp even cut off Volgatok's astropathic communication. Only two frigates of the local combat fleet returned to Cadia to report intelligence before the war. Everything was shrouded in a damn fog.

As the commander-in-chief, the first thing Salmin considered was whether Volgatok could be lost, and what the consequences would be if he gave it up. The answer was that it could not be lost. The Fremas waterway only connected Volgatok and Cadia, but if Chaos was not intercepted in Volgatok, then it would be like a fish leaping in the sea and a bird flying in the sky.

Chaos plundering enough people is like the greenskins breaking into the industrial hive. If they don't create a Titan Legion, they are not big enough and not green enough. And looking at the calm and composed attitude of Mortarion, the ascended primarch, I'm afraid he will create a row of living planets to fill Cadia. By then, it won't be just a matter of the second battlefield.

"The problem of Volgatok must be solved in Volgatok." At the urgently prepared war meeting, Salmin determined the scale of the flank battlefield. "Our current enemy is the fallen Primarch Mortarion, and falling does not mean stupidity. If we are not careful, we will lose everything."

"The hunting operation against the Chaos Fleet salient is temporarily suspended. The super combat force of the Second Hunting Fleet will be transferred to the Volgatok front to cover the Rainbow as the Agamemnon-class battleship hits the living planet."

The Rainbow was an Agamemnon-class battleship that was damaged in the previous battle, and a direct collision with a battleship with an overloaded subspace engine was the cheapest way to destroy a planet at this time. "Using the main fleet to bombard the living planet until it disintegrates means an imbalance of power on the front battlefield..."

Salmin paused suddenly, and following this conventional train of thought, he thought of a more radical solution. "The imbalance of power on the front battlefield means that the Chaos Alliance may launch a tentative attack, an opportunity we can take advantage of." If we can delay until the new Mechanicus fleet is equipped and the Lion King troops are ready, it will be a brilliant victory.

The defense of Cadia will wear down the Chaos fleet as much as possible, and then the unrivaled fleet will launch an attack from three directions at the same time, which is enough to end this boring stalemate of war in one fell swoop - attack, attack, and kick Chaos back to the attack of the Eye of Terror!

No one except himself could have imagined that a brand new terrifying fleet was brewing on the rough plains of Cadia, and any intelligence was limited to the Lion King. This was a feasible plan, but the price was that countless soldiers and citizens of the Imperial Navy and Army would sleep on Volgatok and Kalesus, and mince meat with endless demons for two months.

Is it worth it? Salmin asked himself. Of course it was worth it, there was no need to hesitate, he did not waste the Emperor's currency, these sacrifices would avoid at least dozens of times of non-combat casualties in the long war, every soldier who shouted the name of the Emperor and victory and went to the front line was protecting countless humans behind them.

"Comrade Kronstadt, I need you to hold Volgatok." Although it is the army's business, only Salmin has the right to mobilize such a large force. "Pull the 800th to 980th armies from all fronts, excluding the ten armies in battle, to the Volgatok front. Three months, I don't want casualties, I want Volgatok."

Thirteen million people, three months of support. It seems a lot, but if it is magnified to an entire planet, the vast prison hills of the penal world Volgatok, 171 armies plus millions of criminals who will be initially armed are just enough to fill the gap.

In order to achieve the goal of actually dividing the forces to induce Chaos to take the initiative to attack, the Cadia First Interceptor Fleet in the Cadia Defense Fleet will work with the Second Hunting Fleet to try to block and bomb the living planet until it is completely purified by the flames of plasma. After the new army of the Mechanicus is replenished, the Vichy Battle Fleet will also go to Volgatok to wait for the final attack.

As for the Kalessus front, Salmin will guard it personally. The fortresses in front of the overwhelming ice and snow and the mountains of Kalessus will bury all enemies who dare to set foot here, whether they are demons, Astartes, Primarchs, or the mighty Chaos Titan Legion.

That's right, the two Emperor-class Titans of the Iron Skull Legion and the main force of the Legion were deployed here, not Cadia. And here, between the frozen mountains that were most suitable for the Titan Legion to fight, was the destined place for the decisive battle. Every inch of the gap in the ice and snow storm was destined to be filled with the corpses of these giant gods.

He and the King of Heavenly Prison were both looking forward to a war that would burn everything, kill, trample, and then win!

As the final mobilization order was issued, the army groups, either stationed or in training, set out quickly with ships full of supplies. They would meet up with the escort ships of the naval fleet nearby and head for Volgatok, and then assemble into a standard battle group after arriving.

Marching first and then gathering would save a lot of time, but it would require higher military discipline and planning. If they were deployed in this way, they would be able to see the light of the star Volgatok in the early morning of nine days - if the star Volgatok had not yet decayed into a pile of green mud.

This will be a doomsday battlefield with death. Even with the interception of the fleet, the Volgatok Front will only have less than four days to build a position, and then face the Chaos Astartes and demons with their mortal bodies.

Chapter 144: Visitors from Caliban

The Dread Shield sector, Caliban system.

This marginal galaxy that had been silent for ten thousand years had once again returned to the command of its destined lord. Every day and night, this endless stream of brilliant light was proof that the fleets engraved with the winged blade emblem were gathering here across the starry sea to swear allegiance to their great genetic father.

That was the credit of Ezekiel, the chief think tank of the Dark Angels. Although Ryan opposed psychic power, he was not opposed to using psychic power, especially when it was used to do practical things. If you don't want to eat the big pussy of the Lion King, don't mention the "Nikaia Decree" in the end.

The psychic energy amplified by the ritual broke through the veil of the warp, and it was a private star language communication across the star field, the largest administrative area of ​​the human empire at this level. Tens of thousands of unforgiven members of the Dark Angels Successor Chapter and the Dark Angels' hidden assets throughout the galaxy made a pilgrimage to Caliban under the call of the Lion King's return.

That's right, unlike the embarrassment of Ryan when he woke up on the desolate planet on the dark side of the empire, he now has a large number of old subordinates as his team from the very beginning, as well as the long-overdue loyalty of the successors of the name of the Dark Angels.