Chapter 712: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

[Time: -53.54.23]

Standing on the bridge, Erebus looked at the world in front of him, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

This is a typical Astartes. His bald head is engraved with scriptures from the Holy Words written by Lorgar, the Primarch of the 17th Legion. He wears crimson armor that seems to have been washed by blood. His narrow eyes are cold and full of malicious brilliance.

He can see the prosperity and prosperity of this planet. The breath of the mortal souls here intoxicates him. It is for this reason that they come here to make an unprecedented sacrifice for the supreme gods they believe in. And Calth is the starting point of this sacrifice. Ushkusu, they will become sacrifices, light up this planet and even the entire Ultramara Five Hundred Worlds, and completely destroy them.

When those desperate and painful souls are dedicated, a new prologue of the universe will also be opened, and these stupid blue toy soldiers don’t know what they are about to face. It’s really interesting.

Thinking of this, Erebus couldn’t help but twitch his lips and chuckled. He was not able to meet Guilliman at the first time, but it was fine. In fact, Erebas welcomed this development. He was really worried that he would laugh when he saw Guilliman's stupid and ignorant face, which was completely unaware of what was about to happen.

"My Lord."

However, at this moment, Erebas received an unexpected message.

"The Ultramarines just contacted us and expressed the hope that we could temporarily move our position."

"Move?"

Hearing this, Erebas frowned. His fleet had already entered the berth. Logically speaking, he should not make similar requests at this time.

"What's the reason?"

"It is said that another fleet suddenly appeared and needed emergency supplies and repairs."

"…………………………"

Erebas's expression was a little gloomy. He didn't like the unexpected changes that suddenly appeared in the plan. It must be said that this request was indeed beyond Erebas's expectations. Generally speaking, those rigid blue toy soldiers who only knew how to do things according to the rules would never make such a move. But from a military perspective, if a fleet is attacked or damaged, it is indeed necessary to return to the berth for maintenance and repair as soon as possible.

So the Ultramarines' request is not unreasonable.

"I understand."

Erebus thought about it and decided not to tear his face with the Ultramarines at this time. The infiltration of the planetary defense system of Calth has not been successful. At this time, rash action will only alert the enemy, and the next thing should be left to his own Primarch to complete.

"We will send out the coordinates according to their instructions."

"Yes."

Soon, the new berth coordinates were pointed out, and seeing this coordinate, Erebus's expression became more and more ugly. Because the berth given by the other party is at the space orbital station far from Calth, although it is not impossible to berth warships here, it is obviously not in compliance with the regulations in terms of etiquette.

After all, they are still representatives of the 17th Legion on the surface, and this practice is equivalent to driving the diplomatic envoys out of the luxury hotel and sending them to the B&B next door...

The Ultramarines Legion will not make such a mistake.

Erebas was somewhat puzzled by this, but at this moment, the Ultramarines also sent a message to their brother Word Bearers, expressing sincere apologies to Erebas for their negligence. And they promised that the far-orbit space station was only a temporary stop, and they would soon start the Ultramarines' warships and let them leave the berth to make way for Erebas.

But it would take at least an hour to fully start a warship...

"I know."

Hearing the sincerity and uneasiness in the Ultramarines' tone, Erebas' mouth curled up slightly, and the suspicion just now disappeared. Obviously, these blue toy soldiers are still the same, and they regard reputation as more important than anything else. Honor, dignity, but soon, this may be all they have left.

But before that, Erebas has something to ask clearly.

"I just contacted my subordinates, and he told me that there was a problem with the combat network connection with Calth? What's going on?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Captain Erebas."

The answer from the other side was still so nervous.

"As you know, not long ago, the Adeptus Mechanicus just upgraded our orbital defense system. This large-scale military exercise is the first for the new system. The temporary line has some interference due to data redundancy. The commander has asked us to fix the error as soon as possible, but it will take some time. I assure you that it will not delay this exercise. This is just a temporary technical adjustment."

"I hope so. I didn't expect the Ultramarines to make such a mistake. It seems that my stereotype of you has to change."

Erebus sarcastically said to the other party and then cut off the communication.

It's just a temporary technical adjustment.

Erebus retracted his thoughts and looked at the other side of the berth, where he saw a group of naval soldiers quickly gathering and running towards the Ultramarines' battleship. Obviously, they were going to start preparing to restart the battleship to make room for their good brothers.

Seeing this, Erebus didn't think much and gave an order.

"Prepare to leave the berth."

It won't be long before Erebus realizes that he has made a foolish decision.

[Time: -52.32.16]

"The Word Bearers fleet has left the Calth orbital space station and is heading for the remote berth."

Lumière withdrew her gaze, looked at Duanmu Huai and reported.

"Haha, a bunch of idiots."

After hearing Lumière's report, Duanmu Huai also showed a ferocious and cold smile - just like the replica of Erebus just now.

"They definitely didn't know what was waiting for them there, but I think they found out pretty quickly."

"To be honest, Mr. Knight, I think you treat these people very well?"

An looked at Duanmu Huai curiously and asked. She had been following Duanmu Huai for a long time, and this was the first time she saw Duanmu Huai being so interested in a force. Even with the Star Alliance, Duanmu Huai maintained a distant relationship with them, but he seemed to be very concerned about this ultramarine.

"Of course, Ann, you don't know yet, this is the only fruit left in this world."

Duanmu Huai put his hands behind his back, stared at the star map in front of him, and spoke calmly.

"It is the place most likely to be re-reached and once again reveal the golden age of mankind, where destruction is absolutely intolerable and unacceptable."

As Duanmuhuai said, the five hundred worlds of Ultramara—a total of five hundred livable planets in four star regions—are recognized by players as the most likely place in the empire to recreate the golden age of mankind. In the eyes of players, other places are just shit, even Terra is no exception - due to a large number of artificial modifications, the former cradle of mankind has completely turned into a place where even drinking water must be transported outside. A hellish place on the earth where you can't even find any water.

In contrast, Ultramara has beautiful mountains and clear waters, follows the path of sustainable development, has outstanding people, and the mortals and the Astartes get along harmoniously. There is no such thing as other places. Either the Astartes feel that the mortals are just lying between the empire and the emperor. Parasites on the Emperor, or mortals thinking that the Astartes are a group of terrifying demons that have been biochemically modified.

And in fact, even after the Horus Heresy, the Five Hundred Worlds were the most developed and prosperous star systems that survived. It is conceivable what heights the Word Bearers could have reached if they had not caused harm to the world.

Of course, there is also a small story about the representatives of civilization. Many players believe that the White Scars are the representatives of their civilization. The reason is that the White Scars admire and like poetry, are erudite warriors, and are proficient in crafts, arts and philosophy. Isn't this similar to them?

However, Duanmu Huai and other other players completely disagree with this view. They believe that the white scars have nothing to do with their civilization. The white scars are the culture of nomadic tribes. How do they have anything to do with them, who are from a farming civilization? Besides, the Primarch of the White Scar also calls himself Khan - it would be strange if the Ming Dynasty did not kill him. If the White Scar represents his own civilization, Duanmu Huai is the first one who is unwilling to accept it. You won't accept that your own civilization has a leader named Khan. What kind of nonsense is this?

Even if you know a few words, it won't change the essence of our nomadic tribal culture, right?

In Duanmuhuai's view, the Ultramarines and the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramara are closer to the composition of their civilization. There are also foreign players who say that the Ultramarines Legion is the culture of ancient Rome - in Duanmuhuai's view, this is purely for his own shame. Even if you don’t know what Rome is like, you still have the nerve to say that Ultramara is a Roman culture. The family-loving tradition of the Ultramarines should obviously be more in line with ours.

If I have to say it, you foreigners are more like the Space Wolves, the Worldbreakers and the Word Bearers.

You are barbaric, vulgar, fanatical and superstitious, and you like to engage in genocide, and you don't even take a shower. Isn't this the consistent tradition of your Western civilization? With your virtue, you still have the nerve to say that you are the civilized representative of the Thirteenth Legion? Be a little thick-skinned.

"Okay, it's time for us to take action, let's go."

Duanmuhuai also recovered his thoughts at this time and issued the order.

Following Duanmu Huai's order, the fleet quickly started and headed towards the direction of the Calth space orbit.

When the Inquisition fleet entered the orbit of the Calth space station, the Word Bearers fleet commanded by Erebus had just arrived at its far away anchorage. At the same time, Erebus also received the signal from the Inquisition fleet.

"Is that the new fleet? Wait, that's not..."

At first, Erebas didn't pay much attention and just thought it was a fleet of Ultramarines. However, when he saw the dazzling golden churches on those battleships, Erebas suddenly shuddered!

He has not forgotten how much trouble this mysterious fleet caused to the 62nd Expedition Fleet in Istvan. You must know that Erebus was beside Horus at that time. If it were not for the protection of the gods, , I am afraid that the entire 62nd Fleet is about to be ruined. Horus was so angry that he almost went crazy and vowed to completely annihilate the fleet.

Yet, they actually showed up in Cowes?

Is this a coincidence? Or did you already have a plan?

At this moment, Erebus's face immediately darkened.

He began to wonder if he had made a stupid decision.