Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 540: As long as you learn my operations...

Guilliman encountered difficulties. It was his old rival and an enemy that people had never expected.

Those dark green and somewhat corrupted warships became an obstacle for the Macragge people, and the powerful Plague Fleet once again appeared in front of Guilliman.

They have been defeated, but now they have become bigger and stronger. The Empire's think tanks have analyzed that they use many mysterious technologies.

For example, those warships do not seem to be real technology, and they have a large number of recruits who are obviously not trained normally.

Even though their army still has many problems, there is no doubt that the Plague Fleet is a notorious death army throughout the galaxy.

Now they are becoming more powerful and terrifying.

Although their Primarch Mortarion had proven to be a complete glutton, Typhons still relied on his own intelligence and wisdom to unify the Legion.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for Typhons, the entire legion might have fallen apart after Horus' death. God knows why their Primarch was so uncharismatic.

Or perhaps Mortarion had already died in the wheat fields in his hometown.

Typhon was quite dissatisfied with this, and he had to admit that his father was almost a useless coward. After fighting with the Khan, his brother, the best side of Mortarion disappeared.

Once upon a time, Mortarion was the best defensive counterattack master in the entire galaxy, but now the Imperial Fists have turned this title into a laurel wreath and worn it on their heads.

This made Typhons quite dissatisfied, but in the past ten thousand years, it was difficult for the Death Guard to maintain the scale of the Great Crusade era.

The Primarch's departure led to the failure of the Plague Wars, until Typhons received help from Honsou's demonic womb.

That guy is indeed a scumbag, just like his father.

Every time he thought of this, Typhons realized that he had cursed three people in one breath.

They were his physical father, Fabius Bile, and his gene-seed provider, the damned Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Rogal Dorn, and the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo.

He couldn't help but want to curse Hong Suo a few more times, but after all, the Four Gods had now reached an alliance, and with Abaddon at the head, the Chaos Cultists and Chaos Space Marines had also reached a reconciliation.

Of course, Typhon has no trust in those guys at all, and this is a problem that the Chaos Alliance must face no matter what.

Although Abaddon lost his head after a campaign, he did become smarter and even more charismatic.

It was as if he had turned back into the Son of Horus, the brilliant and terrifying member of the Council of Four Kings, the intelligent and charismatic wolf.

But Typhon was still pessimistic about this. The Fangs of the Gods had been at odds with each other for ten thousand years. It could even be said that the various legions had not been in harmony since the Great Crusade.

Even Horus and the Emperor were not able to truly command the entire army, and each Primarch still had his own little thoughts.

The era of the Primarchs is over, but things are still not much different.

When it comes to intrigue, Chaos believers are better than Imperials. After all, Typhons knows very well that what they believe in is not the same god, let alone sitting together, back to back, and being each other's pillars?

Of course he wouldn't say it out loud. After all, facing the wrath of Lion King Llane and Guilliman, Lord of Macragge, alone was something he wouldn't dare to do even if he had dozens of guts.

Of course, Typhons doesn't have to be the pioneer. To be precise, he has already gained a lot of benefits.

He had already collected enough money for his hire from the few real treasures held by his other brothers who believed in the gods.

There is no gain without pain. This reminded him of the mortal from the Empire. He really felt that it would be better for that person to join Chaos than to be a minion of the Emperor.

Thinking of this, he became a little curious about where that guy had gone. After all, one of his confidants still missed him, and that Imperial soldier was indeed a big trouble for Chaos.

However, his army has gained the upper hand, and now in the world he is fighting for with Guilliman, relying on the grace of his kind father, he has gradually gained the initiative.

It won't be long before they will take the initiative in the current worlds and win.

They had contaminated most of the enemy's food supplies and spilled the virus.

Soon Guilliman would be left with no one available.

Typhon is quite optimistic about this, and can even be said to have believed that he has a sure win.

A shrewd warrior like him is willing to take the lead and become a pioneer, which obviously shows that he has 100% confidence.

Typhons is not a man who will suffer a loss, and he obviously realized how to deal with Guilliman best.

But after several days of attacking as planned, there was no sign of the front line collapsing.

Typhon was a little confused, or even unable to understand, why the enemy still had a steady supply of resources and manpower to deal with him.

The advance of the battle line was slow, but solid, and it would be nearly impossible for his army to confront Guilliman in the void.

He would lose, which was almost unacceptable to Typhon. After all, the troops he had invested were not a small amount. Even with Hongsuo's supplies, he seemed to be stretched to the limit.

After all, the army is not infinite. Moreover, he has lost his Primarch and there is no so-called quick replenishment method. In comparison, the Empire's army is almost inexhaustible.

He urged people to figure out what was going on, but it still took time.

The good news is that about half a month later, Typhons figured out what tricks the Empire was playing.

Just like the hospital world last time, they concentrated their medical strength and resources and used them in the same world as a medical station.

This idea is not wrong, and it can even be said to be one of the few ways to effectively prevent the spread of the plague.

The question is, what would happen if this world were attacked?
Typhon was quite optimistic about this, after all, they had already killed a hospital world and successfully turned it into hell.

Typhon was quite optimistic and inferred that things would be very different this time. That kind of world always lacked defense, and secondly, his army had become larger and stronger.

Of course, Typhon was a little confused about the name of this world, Skadi.

It always feels like déjà vu.

But he didn't feel any resistance, just like usual, those who believe in the gods always win.

He prepared an altar, and offered each partial victory as a sacristy to his chief god, in order to pray for victory and blessing.

Only this time, he didn't notice that a thin crack had appeared on the statue of his loving father.

As if talking to him.

Don’t go…

(End of this chapter)