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

Chapter 592 I will behead Sigismund (seeking to follow)
Just as Sigismund led the Imperial Fists to stop the Sons of Horus rebels who had parachuted onto the surface of Pluto, a supreme communication from Terra sounded in the cabin of the Thunderhawk gunship.

That was an order from Rogal Dorn.

The Black Knight quickly played the communication content sent by the Father of Genes, and Dorn's half-body projection appeared in front of everyone.

"This is Rogal Dorn, my sons."

"Sir." Sigismund tapped his breastplate with his right fist and bowed slightly in salute.

Dorn's image just nodded slightly and didn't respond further.

"I know you are defending Pluto's defenses. According to the log of the Thunderhawk gunship, you are heading to the battlefield."

"Terra has already made strategic arrangements. Remember what I say next."

"I need you to fiercely resist the rebels' offensive on the surface, giving the enemy the illusion that you are determined to fight to the death, and at the same time orderly shrink the defense force of the Hades Gate in the planet's orbit."

Before Dorn had finished his order, Sigismund had already understood his father's thoughts.

The Empire intends to abandon the two ancient stargates and transform them into a deadly trap.

"Sage Roshi will send troops to help you detonate the star gates in the orbits of Pluto and Uranus. This will deal a heavy blow to the enemy. After that, I order you to abandon the defense of these two planets and continue to shrink the defense line to the rear."

"You are free to act according to the specific circumstances. I believe in your abilities." Dorn's projection looked around and finally fell back on Sigismund.

Dawn said nothing, but his eyes told it all.

"I won't let you down again, father." The Black Knight solemnly promised.

Dorn's projection disappeared, and it was left to them to do what they wanted.

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Above the orbit of Pluto, the wolves from the Sons of Horus were tearing at the defense line formed by the Imperial Fists fleet.

The Seventh Legion's strong defense caused the enemy to suffer heavy losses, but the rebels, with their numerical advantage, were forcibly using numbers to exchange for victory.

The order from Sigismund was transmitted to the communication channels of each fleet commander, and the loyal captains immediately executed the order of the supreme commander.

"Switch to defensive formation and retreat to the rear."

They were evacuating from the dangerous battlefield, forcing themselves to withstand the enemy's violent firepower network, and using void shields and solid hulls to bear the terrible damage.

From time to time, the Imperial Fists' frigates turned into a brilliant ball of nuclear explosion fire in order to cover their comrades, but even before the destruction, their artillery continued to fire, using boiling flames to illuminate the retreat path for their comrades.

"The Imperial Fists actually retreated? It's a little strange, but not hard to understand."

"They are extremely stubborn, but they are definitely not stupid. We are breaking through the defenses of the outer solar system. Even if they stay here, they will just die in vain."

Among Horus's wolves, a battle barge named Hades' Throne was chasing the fleeing Imperial Fists fleet. Their supreme commander, Horus Eichmand the Younger, was watching the enemy's movements with suspicion.

Since they had assembled in Ullanor, they had launched an attack on the last bastion of humanity on the orders of the Warmaster.

Eichmand was the commander of the vanguard, and with him was Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors. As for the Warmaster's own movements, they had become a secret that even Eichmand and Abaddon could not know.

"Dorn's cubs will never run away. This is a conspiracy." Beside Eichmand, Voll Bronn, the Iron Warriors' warsmith, immediately raised his doubts.

The old feud between the Sons of Perturabo and the Sons of Dorn could never be resolved, and this veteran knew the Imperial Fists better than they knew the Imperial Fists themselves, so when the Seventh Legion changed direction, he instinctively became alert.

"We should continue pursuing those fleets and completely annihilate them." "But the further we advance towards Terra, the denser the star fortresses and orbital defense systems we will face. We will be trapped in a protracted war and be dragged down to death!"

Eichmand retorted that he was nicknamed Little Horus not only because of his face that was extremely similar to his father, but also because of his extraordinary command ability that was close to that of the Primarch.

At this moment, his mind has clearly simulated his next move and the possible counterattack of the imperial army. He can prepare measures in advance and achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost.

"My brother, we have sacrificed thousands of lives, and matched them with ships and resources to forcefully assault the Solar System's defenses."

"The first thing we should do is to capture Pluto and Neptune, so as to obtain a solid springboard for the Legion to break open the gate of Terra. Your hatred with the Imperial Fists cannot interfere with our choice."

Eichmand's meaning is self-evident. He believes that the Iron Warriors put hatred above the greater good.

"The Imperial Fists have given up on having the fleet continue to defend the Twin Gates, so control of the space battlefield has fallen into our hands. This is a piece of meat that has already been eaten, and there is no need to exert any more effort."

The Son of Horus pointed to the Pluto ground defense line that was still resisting stubbornly. "The battle on the surface is getting more intense. This means that there is a problem within the false emperor's lackeys. Their fleet has no choice but to abandon the troops on the surface."

"Let's make a concerted effort and use the maximum force to take Pluto directly."

"But." The Warsmith wanted to continue arguing.

"No buts, obey me." Eichmand toughened up.

"Let our fleet destroy the defense system in orbit, no matter the cost. I will personally lead people to the surface and take this first landing place for the Warmaster."

"I allow you to use one-third of your fleet to pursue the Imperial Fists, but you will have to take on those tough Star Fortresses."

The War Blacksmith finally smiled. He could accept this result.

As long as they can take revenge on their former enemies, the Iron Warriors will do it no matter what the cost.

As the son of Perturabo turned and walked away, the smile on Eichmand's face faded.

"We don't have time. Guilliman's bastards are overwhelming us from behind. Our front is losing ground. Even if we suffer ten times the casualties, we have no choice but to charge towards Terra."

"We must make these restless legions bleed. If it weren't for my father's victory over the traitor Lorgar at Ullanor, I'm afraid our alliance would have been broken."

Eichmand knew full well that the urgency of the situation had far exceeded the planned schedule. With powerful enemies from the Ultramarines outside and the various legions within, all he could do was to attack fiercely, at all costs.

The coup d'état in Ullanor was shocking enough, but who would have thought that Lorgar's ambition would actually dare to explode.

Since the Great Bearer has ambitions, what about Perturabo?

As the saying goes, once bitten, one fears ropes for ten years. Eichmand has always had doubts about the Iron Warriors in his heart.

It would be best to preserve one's own legion while letting other legions continue to bleed to reduce the threat to the Sons of Horus.

In fact, before the dispute between Eichmander and Vol Brunn, he had already ordered a group of Sons of Horus to land on the surface first. He did not have a second to waste.

"Prepare for an orbital drop for me. I will bring the most elite Gastlin Terminators with me to chop off the head of Sigismund, the guardian of Pluto!"

"Yes, sir." said the adjutant of the guard.

Light spears, macro cannons and powerful torpedoes rained down on low-Earth orbit, and the flames of the explosions even pierced the pull of gravity and went straight into space.

The Empire's carefully constructed defenses on Pluto began to collapse under sheer brute force, and amid the falling, burning debris, more Sons of Horus drop pods blended in, launching a decapitation attack on Sigismund's defenses.

(End of this chapter)