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

Chapter 547: The Ultimate Insult of the Imperial Guards
Sevatar subconsciously moved closer to Roche, because he sensed extremely terrifying malice and resentment from the Primarchs.

In fact, the loyal primarchs hated Magnus more for causing the failure of the Emperor's Webway project than for Horus, who was sent to the temple to be corrupted after being assassinated on Davin.

Everyone knows that Horus is no longer the Horus of the past. The abomination has taken control of his body and caused him to commit irreparable sins and disasters.

But Magnus was different, he was just plain stupid.

He thought he had warned the Emperor of the rebellion, but he had not anticipated that the damage and loss he had caused was greater than that caused by ten Horus rebellions.

Especially a Primarch like Leman Russ, who gradually lost everything in the Heresy and almost lost his legion, wanted to tear Prospero's idiot to pieces to release the pain in his heart.

When the Primarch released his malice, even a powerful warrior like Sevatar felt uncomfortable, especially his psychic perception was particularly keen to malice, he felt as if there were several extremely terrifying monsters lingering around him.

Any Primarch could easily tear Sevatar apart if they wanted to, even the best Space Marine.

"By the way, did you bring any other rebel intelligence?" Luo Xi turned his head and asked Sevatar.

"We fought a battle with Horus in Betagarmon not long ago, but there is no other source of information about what happened after the battle, except for the memory of a survivor."

Roxi has always been very curious. If the Titan pilot named Aisha is not mistaken, what will happen next to Horus whose old injury relapsed?
Although Horus seems to be in a glorious position as he commands the rebel forces on all sides, he is actually sitting on the crater of a volcano that is about to erupt.

Only Horus can suppress the traitor Primarchs with ulterior motives. Lorgar, Fulgrim, Perturabo, Mortarion, Angron, Magnus, which of them can be easily dealt with?

It's fine if Horus is awake, but if he is unconscious...

That would be an interesting situation.

There were already many contradictions within the rebels. Mortarion wanted to kill all the wizards in the world, and the Thousand Sons Legion was the largest wizard.

The Iron Warriors were betrayed so badly by the Thousand Sons in Beta Garmon, will they let it go after their Primarch returns?
Would Lorgar Aurelion, who calls himself the Great Bearer and the Agent of Chaos, really be so loyal to Horus?

Rebels without a common will are always in disarray, just like the Mechanicus support fleet led by Roche, which severely beat the Thousand Sons's Radiance.

If the Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors could work together and fight side by side, it would not be so easy for him to achieve such results.

Oh, Luo Xi suddenly remembered that the Thousand Sons' ship, the Radiance, had stayed in the solar system since it was captured, and was purified and repaired by those oil men. It had to remain invisible until Magnus was captured.

"My lord, when my father and I arrived at Horus's side, he was still in a coma. Aichmand, one of the four kings of the Council of the Sons of Horus, and the Warmaster's attendant, Malohurst, took away Horus' body."

The information that Sevatar could provide was very limited, because as soon as Horus' old injury recurred, the Sons of Horus immediately took their father away, and they were also worried that those unreliable allies would take the opportunity to cause trouble.

When the Prince of Crows said this, a "Conrad Curze"-style mocking smile and a very indescribable expression of gloating appeared on his face.

The Night Lords followed their Gene-Father in rebelling against the Empire, and Curze's reasons for rebellion were inherently bizarre. They and their "allies" who were corrupted by the power of the Warp were actually not on the same page.

How can there be any future in rebelling against the Empire with these insects whose brains are full of warp shit?

Now Curze has defected back to the Empire's camp. As the Primarch's eldest son, Sevatar naturally switched sides again. He wished that everyone would see Horus fall and start fighting each other immediately, the fiercer the better.

It would be best if they all died together, so that they could collect the bodies of these traitors.

"However, before the Warmaster passed out, he issued an order to his Council of Four Kings and other Primarch brothers that all rebels must first gather in Ullanor, and then attack Terra after the army is fully prepared." Ullanor?
Roxi raised his eyebrows slightly. Horus chose to gather in Ullanor. This place where he was appointed war commander was something he never forgot.

"Then there is no time to lose. Sevatar, you and your Black Armored Guards will carry out the mission given to you by Curze. We will all cooperate with your plan and go summon Magnus!"

Luo Xi patted the son of Curze on the shoulder, and Sevatar nodded excitedly, his eyes already full of eagerness to try.

He was going to the Terra Imperial Palace, and the Imperial Guards had to cooperate with their invasion. This feeling...

So fucking exciting!
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Terra, the palace.

The tribune Diocletian was in a very, very bad mood.

He had never been so speechless in his life.

Just thirty minutes ago, Marshal Constantine Valdor of the Imperial Guards gave him the highest order.

"You must place ten Night Lords invaders within the palace and allow them to complete the Warp ritual."

"This is about whether our master can step down from the Golden Throne, Diocletian, and complete this mission."

The tribune promised the marshal that he would complete the task, but this did not prevent him from feeling extremely painful.

Only a few people know how the Custodes are trained. They are the Emperor's bodyguards rather than warriors, so their training methods are completely different from those of the Astartes.

The Imperial Guards will use a form called "Blood Game" to conduct real-life infiltration and counter-infiltration drills. They will face a variety of completely real assassinations - including randomly arranged or pre-planned actions.

It is up to the Imperial Guards themselves to find out the gaps, weaknesses, and do better next time.

Diocletian was a master at the blood game. He successfully entered the throne room twice, but was later captured by the guards of the Imperial Guards who arrived.

But now, Valdor ordered them to deliberately let a group of rebellious Space Marines who were more hateful than the Space Marines break into the palace.

Diocletian didn't know whether his body functions had begun to deteriorate, causing hearing problems and causing him to misunderstand the marshal's orders.

"Those are damned Night Lords, traitors who deserve to be burned to death in the flames of promethium!"

"Why would we let them invade the sacred palace? When those filthy claws stepped on the floor tiles of the palace, our glory was trampled."

The tribune's heart was roaring; his pride and glory were shattered the moment the order was given.

He wanted very much to refuse Waldo's order, but his discipline and the prestige of the marshal forced him to act rationally.

Diocletian had an extremely disgusting expression on his face. He had to control his superhuman body and do some humiliating things that were completely against his will. He took other guardsmen to close various traps that had been prepared in countless blood games.

They had to reduce the difficulty of infiltration, otherwise even the elite Black Armored Guards would have to pay an extremely heavy price to sneak into the palace.

(End of this chapter)