Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 337 Terra Stands Firm (Please Subscribe)
Just as the 100,000 reinforcements from the Extreme Star Region were rushing in at high speed through the webway, an unimaginable will of such magnitude noticed this.

He was in the deepest part of the Warp, a crystal maze made of pure magic that appeared and disappeared in the sea of ​​souls. In this constantly moving and rearranged maze, even time and space no longer existed.

No matter whether it is a mortal or a demon from the warp, as long as they have a thirst for knowledge, they will be attracted here. This is an ideal country, a utopia, the source of all knowledge and magic, but the seekers will only get madness and despair.

The fortress was constantly replaced by new spires, gates, walls, doors and other entrances like hungry mouths devouring all intelligent creatures.

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A primitive conflict emerged in the heart of this Chaos God. He would never allow his long and painstaking plan to be destroyed, but his inherent desire for change made him happy to see unexpected things happen.

He thought for a moment, slightly reduced his power, and invaded the web space where the loophole appeared.

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Uslan, who was communicating with the webway through psychic power on the bridge of the Victory Laurel, suddenly opened his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he felt a cold gaze that penetrated his soul as if passing through him. That feeling was a fear that could not be described by any intelligent life. In that glance, Uslan felt that he had been completely seen through from the inside out, without any secrets at all.

Uslan's back was instantly soaked, and although when he came to his senses, nothing seemed to have happened, thousands of years of experience were undoubtedly warning him that something had been coming.

It is definitely not a subspace creature like the Chaos Daemon. The two are on completely different levels.

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he never dared to continue thinking in that direction, because imagination itself is dangerous.

"What's wrong, Prophet Uslan?" Luo Xi noticed that something was wrong with the other party. He was extremely sensitive to Uslan's abnormality. After all, their current fleet basically relied entirely on the Eldar prophets for navigation.

Humans do not have the ability to find their way in the Webway. The Webway blocks the spread of subspace energy and naturally blocks the light of the Astronomican. Their human navigators are simply unable to determine the direction.

This is an extremely risky behavior, but what they lack is time, and every minute and every second is precious.

It is possible that if they had arrived a second earlier, the situation on Terra would have changed drastically.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Uslan wiped the sweat from his forehead. He avoided Luo Xi's sight and looked towards the front of the Infernal Web.

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After years of brutality, the flames of the Horus Heresy have set the galaxy ablaze.

Not only in the Ultramarine, but also in the Solar Star Region where Holy Terra is located, the Pacific Star Region to the west of the Empire, the Storm Star Region in the southern border, and the Hazy Star Region in the north of the Empire, there are minions of Horus spreading destruction.

The power of the Warmaster seemed unstoppable. With the help of those traitorous Primarchs, Horus achieved countless conquests and victories. Now there was only one goal left before him.

The sacred solar system, and the throne world within it - Terra.

This extremely small star system in the Milky Way has irreplaceable significance for mankind. It means the origin of mankind, and it also means that mankind has left the cradle and headed towards the sea of ​​stars.

Terra is the beginning of everything, the starting point of human civilization, and the power center of the entire empire.

This place carries too many dreams, glory, desires and betrayals. The Emperor commands the galaxy on the throne world, so Terra is also the end point of everything.

The most important purpose of Horus's rebellion, the Lord of Humanity whom he needed to overthrow, was waiting for him on Holy Terra.

To reach the Emperor, Horus must overcome the fortifications erected by his strongest brother, Rogal Dorn.

This was an extremely difficult task. No Primarch dared to guarantee that he could break through Dorn's defenses. Even Perturabo, the Lord of Iron who had an indelible hatred for Stone, would never test Dorn without preparation.

During the previous Ruinstorm, the Beta Garmon Cluster, attacked by traitors since the Isstvan V Landing Massacre, had largely fallen into the Warmaster's hands. This system, where multiple Warp lanes converge, was a crucial battleground, and now it was gradually slipping out of control. Of the many legions under Horus' command, the Alpha Legion was undoubtedly the most suited for infiltration and intelligence gathering. The Warmaster ordered Alpharius, Primarch of the XX Legion, to carry out sabotage and disruption operations to weaken Rogal Dorn's tight defenses.

However, the Terra Guards had already anticipated the actions of the Alpha Legion, and after a series of assassinations and counter-assassinations, infiltrations and counter-infiltration operations, the two sides had gradually reached a balance on the battlefield.

"Alpharius is attacking. My shameful Hydra brothers are the best at infiltration operations. We have to take countermeasures." The Supreme Commander of the Empire, Primarch of the Imperial Fists Rogal Dorn said to his adjutant.

"My Lord, the Alpha Legion has released a large number of ghost fleets and infiltration forces in the solar system. For this reason, we have to disperse the fleet across the vast solar system and set up more isolated outposts to monitor everything."

A tall warrior in black and gold Hades-pattern Terminator power armor stood beside the Primarch, the armor shield on his shoulder revealing his identity: Husar Guard, the Imperial Fists' personal guard and royal guard.

As the leader of the Husar Guards, Achamos listened carefully and attentively to the Primarch's words, interspersed with his own understanding and thoughts.

"My Lord, a cargo ship exploded in the sky above Terra. It is estimated that over a million people were killed. Our cruisers rushed to the scene and salvaged the wreckage and debris."

"There has been an insurgency at Damocles Starport. The infrastructure and orbital platforms there have been damaged. Our Mechanicus priests are carrying out emergency repairs there."

Achamos kept telling bad news. This was how Alpha's infiltration operations were. You never knew where a riot would occur, and no one knew whether there was a bigger conspiracy behind the riot.

The Imperial Fists hated this kind of enemy, but they had no choice but to continue to strengthen their vigilance and defense, and send out more hunting fleets to hunt down the Alphas.

There was no emotion on Rogal Dorn's resolute face. He was colder and more rational than the Thinker computer. The Primarch's eyes swept back and forth on the huge star map projection, searching for any suspicious clues.

"No need to be surprised. This is Alpharius's routine operation. Look at those seemingly unrelated attacks. They are all closely related to them."

There were already many red spots on the star map in front of Dorn. They all understood that these were traces of harassment by the Alpha Legion's Glorious Queen-class battleship [Alpha] and more than two hundred small battleships.

They appeared on Pluto and its satellites: Charon, Hydra, Nyx, Kerberos and Tiscus, caused chaos on Uranus' satellite Ariel, and there were traces of the Alpha Legion on the space stations of Saturn and Jupiter.

Today, there are only three legions stationed on Terra: the Imperial Fists, the White Scars and the Space Wolves. The Battle of the Fal that broke out several years ago caused heavy casualties to the Imperial Fists fleet, and a large number of the Imperial Fists Astartes were killed.

As for the latter, the White Scars experienced the pursuit and blockade of the Alpha Legion, and fought a bloody battle with the Death Guard. Even the Queen of Glory-class battleship Bladestorm had sunk, so their natural condition was not much better.

As for the wolf pack of Russ, it never recovered after the Burning of Prospero, and the Space Wolves suffered heavy losses.

Dorn was in desperate need of support, and gathered many remnants of the loyal legion in the solar system. They were all valuable forces who were separated from the legion in this war and stumbled back to Terra.

"Guilliman, Lion, Sanguinius, what are you doing? The Destruction Storm originated from the Ultramarine. The storm even obscured the light of the Astronomican. Is the dissipation of the storm related to you?"

A flash of worry passed through the Primarch's eyes, but it disappeared immediately. As the pillar of the empire today, he could not afford to waver, doubt or hesitate in the slightest.

"My lord, I think the enemy's target may be this." Achamos activated his power armor and pointed to the one closest to the outer edge on the star map.

That is a giant satellite fortress called Hydra in the low-Earth orbit of Pluto, the planet farthest from the sun. It is the most important one for Dorne's eyes and ears.

Hydra is not just a satellite fortress, it is also a node in the loyalist communication network in the solar system. A large number of imperial loyal astropaths gather in the choir hall. It is these astropaths who undertake the important task of transmitting interstellar communications in and out of the solar system.

Dorn's eyes focused on Hydra. He pondered for two seconds and believed that Achamos's judgment was accurate.

"In that case, Achamos, you will lead some of the Husar guards to Hydra to investigate the situation there."

(End of this chapter)