Chapter 401 Arrival!

"How many troops do they have?" Chasov looked at everyone present and was the first to think about the problem as if war was inevitable.

"Two companies, or no more than three companies." Nicholas answered Chasov's question, and then looked at everyone to explain their answer:

"According to the report from the Extreme Star Region to Terra, their main force should still be fighting on the front line of the Ghoul Star Region, and there is only one strike cruiser fleet here in Plesdia, which can also confirm this situation."

"They can fight!" Calvin affirmed. This amount of troops must be divided into a part for regular defense on the fleet, and there will not be many people left on the ground.

"Leave me two teams of people, I promise to hold back their main force!" Tabers promised Calvin, who directly denied his plan.

"No, leave them all to you! I will go down personally, and it will be enough to take Golden and Nicholas with me!"

"But..." Tabers was about to refute, but Calvin had made up his mind.

"No buts! The terrain there is not suitable for large-scale deployment of troops. The manpower for this operation is more valuable than quantity!"

"Your will!" Tibers thought about it and finally compromised.

"Then the next question is that we have no reason to intervene directly, and this is after all a sub-group of the Ultramarines..." Chasov held his eyes and thought for a while, raising the final question about Calvin's action - legality.

"Then order them to clear the way in the name of the Imperial Guard! Is there a problem, Nissen?" Calvin looked at Nicholas, and after the latter agreed straightforwardly, he turned to Tibers and gave orders.

"What if they are still rejected?" Tibers finally confirmed.

"Doesn't that prove that they have a problem?" Calvin grinned at Tibers:

"Then use the naval guns to make them obey."

After the plan was completed, Calvin stood up and prepared to walk out of the office. Nicholas and Chasov also nodded slightly to him, and then began to prepare for their subsequent work.

As the captain of the Imperial Guards marched towards the bridge, he organized the words he would inform the son of Guilliman later, and ordered the other Imperial Guards to assemble;

Chasov, a scholar of the Inquisition, rushed to the deck of the Psychic Choir, preparing to lead an amplification ceremony there to open a stable transmission channel for Galvin in the complex terrain environment on the ground.

The entire fleet has now fully turned to a state of war, and the priests of the Mechanicus began to assemble in the direction of the engine room, praying to the Mechanicus to increase the output power of the plasma reactor;

The energy storage units located in the middle of the battleship lit up saturated signal lights one by one under the full output of the large plasma reactor;

The weapons deck members also used a crane to connect the heavy cables to the base of the Light Spear, and made the final inspection of the Light Spear array, starting the final warm-up for the war.

When Galvin and several Templars stood in the center of the transmission array, Tiberus and Nicholas, who were on the bridge of the battleship, also began the final communication with Presdia.

"Captain Cicero, I have given you the specific authorization documents. In the name of the Tower of Hegemony! You have no reason to reject my application! If you and your warriors are still fighting for the Empire, please immediately and unconditionally open the airspace control!"

Nicholas looked at the other side of the screen and spoke the prepared notice word by word.

The Astartes captain in blue and white power armor on the other side remained indifferent to Nicholas' words, and even had a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Sorry, messenger from Terra. We have not received the authorization notice from Ultramar and have no obligation to open the airspace where our troops are stationed for you."

"Brother, you know what you are talking about, right?" Nicholas looked at Cicero on the other side and asked seriously.

"It couldn't be clearer! Again, without authorization, we refuse to yield to anyone!" Captain Cicero of the 4th Captain of Guilliman's Sons on the other side of the screen replied.

"What if we insist?"

"Then we'll see you on the battlefield!"

"...As you wish!"

The negotiations failed, and Nicholas clearly received the other party's attitude. After fulfilling his obligation to notify, he immediately cut off the call with the other party.

At the same time, on the auspicious instrument of the Unremitting Holy War, large areas of red warning signals began to appear on the ground and orbit of Presdia.

"All ships are ready to strike!" The captain of the Imperial Guards put aside his last sympathy and signaled to the commander of the fleet, Tibers, who then sent a signal to the fleet and issued authorization and orders to the command deck of the weapon unit.

Since this land and the people on it have actually challenged the authority of the entire empire with their actions.

Then they have the obligation to respond to the request of this land and give them the rewards they want!

"You will pay the price for your arrogance!" Nicholas's cold voice resounded throughout the public channel of Presdia.

And the Unremitting Holy War, which had already accumulated energy, also responded to his declaration and instantly launched a dense light spear attack on the predetermined target.

The mortal army on the orbital defense system screamed in terror. Warnings of star fortresses and space weapon stations being locked by space monsters came one after another. The dazzling star-like light spots gathered in their eyes visibly, and then suddenly lit up at a certain time point, tearing the vacuum and extending towards them in milliseconds!

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" The officer in charge of commanding the orbital mass-energy weapons roared at the top of his lungs, issuing orders to the soldiers on the communication channel.

Luckily, the Star Fortress's standing force field shield blocked the catastrophic disaster for him just one second before overloading.

As for the weapon base stations around the Star Fortress, they were not so lucky. The officer witnessed the fall of those weapon base stations with his own eyes.

The defense nodes without energy shields or those that had not yet activated energy shields were destined to be turned into molten iron and slag under the attack of the light spear.

The thickness of the armor was meaningless in front of the high-energy laser, and the flesh and blood in it had no chance of survival.

He didn't know why he received the order to attack the Imperial battleship, but since the Emperor Angels they served had the order, he, as a soldier, had the obligation to execute it.

But before his soldiers could lock their weapons on the other side, the second wave of light spear attacks from the special energy circuit of the Retribution-class battleship came one after another without any gap!

This time he didn't need to worry about the orders he received. A beam of light from the Relentless Crusade accurately pierced his cabin. He and his subordinates were forever transformed into an inconspicuous dust in the universe under this dazzling laser beam...

A cruiser and several small frigates belonging to the Sons of Guilliman were also targeted by the two large cruisers and fell into siege.

The artillery fire on the orbit of Plesdia continued. Two groups of Emperor Angels who received different orders pointed their weapons at each other in this starry sky and started a fierce exchange of fire.

"How long will it take?" Calvin asked the bridge while standing on the transmission array with the "Imperial Truth" on his back.

The six surrounding guards and the same number of Templars were fully armed, carrying their halberds on their backs, holding heavy shields and broadswords and surrounding Calvin.

The war had been going on for nearly ten minutes, but Calvin had not received the signal from the Psychic Choir. Even though he knew that there was a heavy barrier between the target and the Unremitting Crusade, he was still a little impatient after waiting for so long.

"Wait a minute, soon..." The ceremony in the direction of the Psychic Choir had also reached a critical moment. Chasov was deducing countless tunnels that could theoretically lead to the underground between the warship and the entrance to the webway under the vision of psychic amplification.

After repeated selection and attempts, Chasov finally found the most suitable one among the countless space-time rifts that appeared and disappeared at any time.

"Now!" he shouted loudly, and the volume of the Psychic Choir's "chanting" suddenly increased at the same time.

Calvin stepped on the switch at his feet, and after a huge roar and lightning, the entire transmission array was suddenly empty.

Under the crust 70 kilometers below the ground, an isolated island suspended above an endless ocean of lava stood in the dark.

The "island" covers an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers. Obsidian is its main material, which is also the biggest reason why it can stand on the lava without being melted.

The entrance to the webway is in the center of the island, surrounded by heavy human buildings.

Like all alien civilizations, it has a distinct alien aesthetic and technological style;

The many human-style buildings surrounding it strangely have the characteristics of both the Empire and Chaos.

Dozens of Astartes warriors wearing blue and white power armor walked in the surrounding tactical nodes;

And ten times more Astartes warriors, wearing power armor with Chaos marks, are supervising the progress of the engineering of tens of thousands of mortals in the central area.

A particularly tall Astartes warrior is standing in the center of the entire island, on a high platform in front of the entrance to the webway, examining everyone's actions.

He wears a white bone helmet that symbolizes human purity, but holds an eight-pointed star scepter that symbolizes Chaos.

The Mark VI power armor with the imperial emblem still retains its original paint, but the imperial eagle emblem and the details of the decorative shoulder armor edge have been replaced by the spell of Tzeentch.

Among the many Astartes warriors, some of them walked to the center to report to him with the progress of the project from time to time.

But he had no intention of paying attention to this place. He just occasionally touched the communication device beside his neck and looked up with solemn eyes.

"My lord, the last batch of gene seeds is ready. "They" have kept their previous promise. In addition to the blood tax, the remaining part is enough for the new recruits of two companies."

"I know, how is the progress of the training of the new recruits?" Chief Priest Appius Kelsura nodded to indicate that he had received it, and asked the pharmacist in front of him about other work.

"It has entered the final stage, and it is expected to be completed within 42 standard millennia..." The pharmacist replied respectfully, but he was interrupted by the communication from the surface before he finished speaking.

"Warning! They were not deceived by me, and fighting has begun in orbit! I suspect that the intelligence has been leaked, please be careful of the enemy's infiltration attack at any time!"

"Understood!" Appius ended the call with the surface, and then looked at the pharmacist in front of him:

"We don't have time! Excessive hormone injection, end their cultivation cycle early!"

"This will cause their potential to be destroyed." The pharmacist calmly responded to Appius's order. Obviously, this is not the first time he has done so.

Appius obviously also understood the problem, and said directly to the pharmacist:

"They are just cloned embryos, and they don't have much potential. Let these recruits go to the warehouse to get weapons. I want to see them standing here within six hours!"

"Your will!" The pharmacist bowed and stepped back, disappearing into the darkness.

Only the chief priest was left on the platform, and a strange voice emerged from his shadow:

"You are in danger. You are being targeted by the hounds. Can you still complete the master's order? If you can't complete the master's order, you can't even think about becoming one of us..."

"Shut up!" Appius interrupted the shadow's speech angrily:

"Who are you? A scum without even a "title", how can you be compared with me?"

"Hehe... You are right, but that is only for now. But when you complete the ascension and join us, our status will be different..."

Will it be the same?

Appius looked at his shadow, and the tide of ambition surged in his chest.

How could he accept that he became an inconspicuous one among the endless demons?

If eternal life can only be annotated with mediocrity, then why did he betray everything and make such a deal with the gods?

He has lost enough, and the reason why he has come to this point today is because he wants to take back everything he has lost.

This determination is beyond doubt. If the emperor can't do it, then he will change his master!

Appius regained consciousness from his thoughts, while the nameless demon in his shadow was still chattering.

"Oh~! Oh! Ambitious! Greedy! Your trouble is here! Your doom is here!"

The chief priest was about to get angry again, but the psychic perception given in the previous "deal" allowed him to see a silver thunder brewing in the void in front of him!

"Everyone on alert!" He roared loudly, and the Chaos Astartes around him also looked at the position where their master's staff pointed with guns.

A huge thunder was born from nothingness, tearing open the curtain of reality and subspace under the gaze of everyone.

A huge psychic wave suddenly rose, and after the dazzling lightning that was too dazzling to look directly passed, it released a tide that made people instinctively retreat!

Boom!

After the huge roar, a full 13 giants appeared in everyone's eyes.

Not to mention the unfamiliar gray warriors, the remaining gold made Appius frown.

What frightened him and the other Astartes even more was the existence standing like a mountain in the middle of the crowd.

The demigod-like existence pushed away the guards standing with shields in front of him with one hand, and said to Appius and all the Astartes present on the platform with distorted faces:

"Huh? There are quite a lot of people..."

4000 words, two-in-one, to make up for yesterday's and today's updates.