Chapter 637 Storm of Destruction: Old Friends

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The movement of war, the absolute main theme, is undoubtedly screaming, cursing and all sounds. At this moment, the primitive instinct of mankind is ignited. The song that has been sung among our species for tens of trillions of years is played again. It is called death, it is called, war.

And all this has nothing to do with the Glory of Macragge. In her glory strategic hall under the protection of multiple layers of void shields, the real conductors of this rich movement are here. They are the leaders of the singing group. They stand on the high platform and lead the music to the climax.

Calgar stood in front of the tactical map table. He overlooked countless flashing points of light. The brow arches under his pale eyebrows were all lit up. Next to him was the commander of the Nova Warriors, Tizk. The two overlooked the chaotic battlefield facts in front of them. The large icons went up and down, and the smaller beacons surged like a tide inside the large icons.

Around Calgar, there are many warriors, leaders, and commanders. They are all extraordinary people. Now, this is the battlefield of the gods, a war between demigods, and there is no place for ordinary people.

Blue flags flutter in the wind, and the red, white, and blue morning flags move with the wind. The magnificent colossus stands between the flags, holding a huge sword and wearing a cock-crowned helmet, overlooking the people in the hall.

Look at the top of the hall, hundreds and thousands of flags are hanging down, and the front and back are filled with the glorious battle flags of the Ultramarines. Ten companies stand up and all line up, and behind them are hundreds of brotherly warband flags from the blood of the father of the genes of the Ultramarines.

Wearing white armor and holding a spear, as solemn as an ancient Roman consul, is the commander of the Executor's Chapter Matsimilian, the commander of the Silver Eagle Chapter, and the commander of the Star Chapter "Smasher" Murasevic, who surrounds the table with their company commanders, and behind them are more heads.

Looking around, there were cockscomb helmets and towering spiked red tassels everywhere, and gorgeous armors were endless. Those oath scrolls symbolizing glory, victory and triumph were once so dazzling in their respective warbands, but here, they were unknown, because everyone present had countless honors.

The servitors were dismissed, and mortals had no right to enter here. No one's glory could make them comparable to these people, and no one could compare with you and them, except for one person, and he had arrived.

The warband leaders and their subordinates turned their heads and looked. In an instant, the hall was filled with kneeling sounds, and the iron knees of the power armors kept knocking. The warriors lowered their heads, and even the proudest ones, such as the Second Captain Sicarius from the Ultramarines, lowered their noble heads that had never been lowered.

The heavy halberds hit the ground regularly. The first sound, the door opened, the second sound, the loud horn blew, and the third sound, the tall and majestic body walked into the hall.

Everyone bowed their heads to them, even the fluttering flags stopped, as if they were holding their breath for their arrival. This was indeed the case. The hall was silent, even the sound of breathing disappeared. Fortunately, there were no mortals here. If they were to do it again, their hearts would burst and they would die.

They did not die from the attack or fear, but from the incomparable honor and ecstasy, because they would see the thirteenth Emperor, the Lord of Macragge, and the incomparable Imperial God of War from the Creation Era walking side by side with him.

Guilliman marched on the left, and behind him was a long row of honor guards. The best from various chapters were fortunate to become members of the Primarch's guard. Now, they have all put on the blue armor winged helmets symbolizing glory, and golden wings are flying between their foreheads.

The leading standard bearer raised the Macragge Five Hundred Worlds Banner representing the Primarch himself, and thousands of chapter emblems surrounded it, just to embrace the core of the huge U letter.

On the right, Vitor and Guilliman walked side by side. The guards of the Supreme Marshal of the Empire were all in golden armor. Accompanying him were the Imperial Guards, who were dressed in gorgeous armor and were more beautiful than the Ultramarines Honor Guards beside them.

Unlike Guilliman's guards, they did not follow Vitor, but spread out around him, with battle spears standing in a forest. They did not hold a flag high, because their flag was in the center. The absolute great existence of mankind in the past and now is the flag itself.

Vitor was wearing the Emperor's armor. When he walked, the double-headed sky eagle on his chest seemed to be silently crying. It was the symbol of the Emperor himself, and also his symbol. Everyone knew his identity. He was the Emperor's war messenger, the god of war. That was the title that hundreds of millions of believers of the state religion would recite when they cheered loudly in the temple.

The two titles, the Regent of the Empire, and the Supreme Marshal of the Empire, arrived at the same time. This planet, which is now facing the erosion of war and plague, will surely be prosperous. Until eternity, the people here will sing praises of this day, because when they appear at the same time, the enemies in the galaxy can be rampant again.

"Stand up, my sons." Guilliman said loudly. He stood in the center of the hall and spoke to them. In an instant, the whole hall echoed with standing up, followed by a chorus of salutes. Different war groups, with different planetary cultures, paid tribute to their leader, the Regent, and most importantly, the father.

"It seems that I am redundant. Should I leave?" Vito said with a joking smile, folding his arms, winking at Calgar, who immediately understood.

"Why do you say this? Lord Vito, on behalf of the Ultramarines and all our brothers, I salute you and praise your victory."

"Feeling better?" Guilliman asked from behind.

"Well, there are many things to write about. Every time we are together, everyone will only notice you, and I am just like the air. Many people think that I am just a member of the Forbidden Army, one of your bodyguards. "

"What virtue and ability can I have to allow Vito, our famous victorious general and the undefeated, to protect me?"

"Unless you are a woman, let me tell you, Robert, it would definitely be interesting if you were a woman." With a playful smile on his face, Vito began to think about what it would be like if Guilliman was a woman.

Guilliman's expression became more and more weird later on. Vito seemed to really think about this issue again. Then he smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, you will only become like that. I said this during the date. The rose is precious, and you are the kind of woman who can explain its niche in biology to me, and you are suitable to date Magnus.”

Guilliman suddenly raised his eyebrows. Now that the scene really appeared in his mind, it was simply terrifying. ,

Vito smiled jokingly and stood in front of the large number of red dots on the holographic map with his arms folded. "Okay, stop your brain. I think this is scary, just like me dating that old fool."

As Vito spoke, his whole body suddenly twitched. He remembered a joke Lily had made before. When she was in Gomo, she turned herself into a woman and said that her biological characteristics were all women. If she really The person is a woman, and she is also an immortal of a high enough level, so wouldn't it be possible when the original bodies were created?

Just thinking about that scene, Vito felt goosebumps all over his body, "I have to change my mind, Calga, find me a target that I can beat up, someone who is thick-skinned and can be fucked."

Vito cleared away the terrible thoughts in his mind and raised his head. The three-dimensional projection of the planet appeared on the holographic image in front of him. Its name, its history, and its past were presented in front of him.

The world of the state religion, Saint Guillimander.

Vitor couldn't help laughing when he saw the name. He looked towards Guilliman, whose expression also twitched as expected.

Put yourself in your shoes and think about the expressions of the female friends who are usually below you, but the face above you is the same.

Saint Kirid, many people don’t know that it is actually Guilliman’s Christian name. Yes, Guilliman also has a Christian name. After all, when he was born in Macragge, he was not known for his civilization, rationality and science. The place.

When Guilliman was born, well, fished out of the amniotic chamber, he, like all children on Macragge, was baptized into the local religion and given a blessed name.

Naturally, Guilliman hated this name so much that he was determined to completely abandon it and forget it in the long river of history.

And Vito was also in that year, after the victory of Ullanor, Horus was elected Warmaster and planned to appease his brothers. After Guilliman got drunk at the banquet held, he used to drink wine, but that day Russ also came, and said contemptuously that what Horus had prepared was all rubbish, and only sissies drank this kind of stuff, and then he carried several barrels of Fenrisian spirits from his ship.

Guilliman also drank, and then became drunk. After he was drunk, he made a lot of comments to Horus. Fortunately, the new Warmaster didn't take it seriously, and helped him out with a smile and Vito.

Guilliman was lying on the balcony talking nonsense. He said a lot. Most of them were blaming him for being the Warmaster. He had conquered so many planets, and he was not like Angron and Curze, let alone Like Lorgar, he left behind a planet that perfectly complied with the requirements of the Imperial Creed of Truth.

Vito and Horus accompanied him on the balcony with a smile, listening to him scolding him, and from time to time he would curse back. In short, everyone had a good time that night, and it was also that night that Vito... This dark history of Guilliman.

But Vitor did not intend to tell Guilliman, but admired the corners of his eyes twitching when he saw the name. The primarch wondered how these guys translated the name.

"Is Captain Felix enjoying your stay here?" Vito asked, looking at the name of the planet.

Decimus Felix is ​​a former Forged Space Marine, a very young warrior in the eyes of those present, and this young warrior is Guilliman's favorite and trusted company commander, perhaps not One of them, even more than Sicarius, kept Felix by his side and taught him by word and deed.

Whenever there was an order that needed to be executed with absolute success, Captain Felix was the first to come to Guilliman's mind, and he had indeed fulfilled many of the Primarch's plans.

For example, this time, Felix led the expedition team to break into the surface of the planet in advance and support the local Macragge Auxiliary Army before the First Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition arrived. This "death" mission was performed by Felix. , Sicarius has always been dissatisfied with this.

Calga nodded, took a step forward and waved his hand, countless strips of light instantly shot up on the ground in front of him, forming planets.

"Captain Felix brought news. Their ground communications were blocked, but we found a way to send Stormbirds to contact him on the ground. The ground attack was mainly composed of about eight companies of the Death Guard. They The Nurgle plague was released in advance, turning many residents into Nurgle zombies to assist them in their attack."

"The defenders resisted fiercely, but the plague was omnipresent and severely damaged their physical strength. Zombies appeared everywhere in the remaining cities, consuming the defenders' ammunition. Gradually, when Felix arrived, they had only one remaining city. The city is still in hand.”

"It's so tragic. How many survivors are left?"

"Let's put it this way, their current supreme commander is a major, and they were originally a legion." Calga responded. Vito pursed his lips and nodded with a weird look on his face. He crossed his arms.

"Then besides our major, is there anything else here that can make people feel a little hopeful?"

"Hope? There really is, and it is in a literal sense. An association of state religious fighting nuns is stationed in the city here. They are responsible for guarding the Cathedral of Hope in the center of the city. It is said that the coffins of living saints and half a horse are stored in it. Documents from the Church of the Kurag Sector."

"Oh, then we can't use the Extermination Order. What a pity. I always want to hit the button." Vito sighed helplessly. Calgar and Guilliman looked at each other, and the latter shrugged helplessly.

Seeing that Vito didn't say anything, Calga cleared his throat, and then cut out a holographic photo with a wave of his finger. On it was a frontal photo of a woman, "This is the leader of the local Sisters of Fighting, Carle." Sister Sia, she is not a senior nun, their superior nun was killed in battle, Felix said, she was a fanatic, and her successor was..."

"I understand, crazy woman, oh no, correct me, beautiful crazy woman." Vito looked at the nun on the hologram. She was very young, with short brown hair, a little freckles on her face, and eyes. It's green, with light brown skin that looks like creamy chocolate.

"oh"

"Vito, take control." Guilliman said helplessly behind him. Vito smiled at him and then motioned to Calgar, "So, there are only a group of half-dead auxiliary troops and the Sisters of Battle left in the area. A group of young crazy women, guarding half of the city and the bones of the living saint? "

"There are also scriptures and holy relics, all in the church. The state church asked us to protect them, or, more appropriately, the order." Calgar said, "The Archbishop of Macragge was a little hysterical when he contacted me, but considering that he of influence and status, I suggest we better do it.”

"Hey, it's really a tiger's fall, isn't it, Lao Luo?"

Vito smiled mockingly and winked at Guilliman. He knew that Guilliman disliked the Ecclesiarchy very much. This was simply a disgrace to his beloved Imperial Truth. "How about it? Do you want to kill the Ecclesiarchy? I am a professional Yes, guaranteed to be fast and stable.”

"First kill the stinking traitors here." Guilliman waved his hand and smiled helplessly.

"Okay, our friends who need to take a shower, how many of us are here?" Vito turned around and asked. Calga nodded, and then pointed to the planet in front of him, which flickered on the star map.

"The exact number is unclear, but Felix estimates that the Death Guard has sent quite a lot of troops here, an entire Scourge army, with a large number of demons, and more Nurgle walkers."

"How much dish soap is needed for this?" Vito smiled playfully, holding his chin and looking at the planet in front of him, with his huge palm resting on his chin. He was still not used to wearing such a huge armor. This kind of action made him look a little funny, but no one laughed.

Everyone was watching him, waiting for him to speak after reading the beacons around the planet and some rough tactical briefing information, and he did not keep them waiting too long.

It took ordinary people several days to read the war news, but Vito took less than half a minute to read it. He summarized the information, drew conclusions, battle calculations, firepower budgets and other massive and tedious information, and it only took him a moment to read it. It has been processed.

"Let me guess, is the subspace power on this planet very heavy? It's quite heavy, the same as Nurgle himself, right? Chief of the Urjans Librarian."

Vito looked at Uljans, the chief think tank director next to Calgar and the strongest psyker present. Of course, he was the second strongest, because Vito was also present.

"Yes, sir, I think you have already observed it, why do you need to ask me?"

"It's better to make sure it's right. I had a drinking competition with Coz last night and I won. I just woke up this morning and my brain is not working."

Having trouble with your brain? In half a minute, he understood and understood the entire planet's war situation, the status of enemies and friends in the entire star region, as well as tens of thousands of tactical beacons on the ground, and hundreds of fronts that were changing at any time.

Vito held his chin, looked at the surface of the planet in front of him and snapped his fingers. A layer of wavy clouds immediately appeared on the image of the planet, like an atmosphere, but that was not it. The real atmosphere was below, and it , which covers the upper layers of the planet and spreads out from the core of the planet.

Vito released his psychic power, which instantly covered the planet's subspace waves and collided with them. The two waves collided together, materializing the vigorous power on the planet's surface in the blink of an eye. This is Psionic divination, often referred to in the Empire, usually requires the cooperation of several powerful Alpha-level psykers to achieve.

But he did it in the blink of an eye, which was enough to make all the think tanks present re-examine their knowledge. Compared with the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of wisdom, these people's understanding of spiritual energy is still the same. A drop in the bucket.

"Is this planet almost completely infected?" Guilliman said with his arms folded from behind. Vito raised his head and gestured to the planet in front of him, "Did you see that there? It's in the northwest part."

There was a swirling cloud of mediation, apparently the core of the entire planet's chaos, from which it arose.

"I guess we have a good friend somewhere."

"Typhons?"

"Nurgle's familiar envoy is taking his Terminus to the south of Macragge." Vito said with his arms folded, and then shrugged.

"This level of pollution can only be caused by the emergence of Nurgle's Chief Demon. And we know that Kugas is now on the other side of the galaxy, harming the residents of another galaxy. So, we know at our fingertips that the remaining Who’s next?”

The plague fleet is composed of three parts. Nurgle's three favored people lead three fleets respectively, Nurgle's dependent champion Typhons, the chief great demon Kurgas, and.

Leader of the Fourteenth Legion, once the Emperor's son and now Nurgle's beloved son.

Mortarion.

Everyone present fell silent. The soldiers surrounding them were silent. Only a few sounds of clenching weapons could be heard. They were members of several war groups. Their homeland was led by Mortarion before. The plague army destroyed.

The planet corrupted, and the former wilderness turned into writhing flesh. The planet began to fester from deep underground until boils covered the city. Plague and poisonous fog turned everyone on the planet into Nurgle zombies, or worse. appearance, and they are all brothers and sisters of these warriors.

The warriors looked at Guilliman one after another. The hands they were holding on to their weapons kept shaking, but they remained quiet and no one spoke, because they always remembered their identities. Among the people present, only one person could Make a decision.

Vito looked at Guilliman, and the Imperial Guards behind him also looked subconsciously. Guilliman walked out, and the Imperial Guards on both sides gave way to him, because they saw the fire in the eyes of the Son of Vengeance.

That flame was Macragge's flame, the flame when millions of cities burned. It was him, the flame on the Sword of Fire. With this flame, Guilliman stared at the star filled with poisonous mist. planet.

"Lord Vito."

"Here, boss, at your command." Vito said, standing in front of the hologram with his arms folded.

"My brother has been lost for too long. He thinks that after humiliating me, invading my home, and invading five hundred worlds of Macragge, he can escape unscathed? He is wrong, very wrong."

Guilliman raised his head, and his crowned eyes instantly burned like dazzling fireballs. Guilliman raised his master's hand, "He did a stupid thing, and I will personally answer for his stupidity." The end.”

"So, Calga." Vito turned around, stood in front of the map and said with his head raised. Calga on the other side took a step forward and raised his head, "What are your orders, sir?"

"Airdrop the company."

"Which company?"

"All of them," Vito said with a smile.