This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 171 Departure (It's the end of the month, so please give any remaining monthly votes to the kid, sob sob)
"This battle group leader is not bad."

"They didn't appear in sight," commented Lan, who was listening in.

"It has the cunning of Robert Guilliman."

Exactly, can you really be restricted by the rules you set for yourself?
There are always more ways than difficulties.

"."

The younger generation around them immediately lost their composure.

"indeed."

"Yes."

The Mountain Guards unanimously agreed, noting that when they were guarding Terra Palace, they had openly denounced Guilliman's ambitions in front of Primarch Dorne, and naturally, they hadn't restrained themselves even after ten thousand years.

Especially now!
They were fully aware that while they and the Primarch were fighting to the death on Pluto and the Alpha Legion, the Second Reich was holding its coronation ceremony on the other side!

That's incredibly generous!
If the four adults hadn't already recounted the entire rebellion to these veterans, they would have truly believed that Lane and Guilliman were traitors.

The Invincible Iron Guards were all embarrassed, including some of the Dark Angels who had followed the Lion King all over the country.

On one hand, there was the embarrassing blunder caused by the Primarch's misjudgment; on the other hand, there was the embarrassment of the General's Cannon that the Lion King gave to Perturabo.

Many of these mountain guards were killed by the general's artillery fire.

Moreover, the Lion King believed that Terra had already fallen, so he chose to destroy the rebel army's homeworld instead of going to Terra.

These two legions, which were the strongest on paper, performed as if they were sleepwalking during the Great Rebellion.

Throughout the entire process, only the eight Crimson Paladins remained as carefree as their angels.

They have immunity from liquidation.

"It's really putting Calga in a difficult position."

Karna, who was squeezing cream onto the fruit platter, muttered a complaint to Arthur.

On one hand, they agree with Romulus's battle plan against Tyrannosaurus; on the other hand, they have to consider the feelings of the Scripture faction within the chapter; and on the other hand, they have to fight against the poor performance of their teammates.

Then, amidst the chaos of the breached Terran Fortress planet, they reorganized their defenses.

It's important to understand that Tyranid activities are always accompanied by the shadow of the warp, and even small fleets can greatly disrupt the Empire's interstellar communications, which are essential for its survival. The fact that they were able to keep the main Behemoth Hive fleet outside Macragge is quite remarkable.

"Yes."

Arthur nodded.

The time travelers are lucky; they have the power to modify the world to a certain extent according to their own thoughts.

That's why he always held Karga and his fellow warriors, who were far more determined than he was "younger," in high regard, and never hesitated to share his strength with them.

The Ultramarines have always upheld the Astartes Codex because they know better than anyone that it is the last legal shackle binding other chapters.

But ten thousand years have passed like grains of sand, and now most warbands have long forgotten the holy book.

As the influence of the state religion spread like vines, even within the Ultramarines, a trend of deifying the Primarch emerged, and in those sanctuaries, there were many figures praying to the Guilliman statue and the holy scriptures before battle.

Even Calga himself was no exception.

When a decision-making impasse occurs, the Lord of Macragge will enter the Primarch's slumbering place alone, close his eyes and meditate in the light of the stasis field, attempting to draw strength from "foresightful wisdom, unyielding will, steadfast goals, and decisive judgment."

The Astartes are undoubtedly a concrete manifestation of Guilliman's will and wisdom.

Even if Calgary wanted to make changes, there would be significant internal resistance.

As the veterans began to whisper amongst themselves and the new recruits gradually broke into sweat, the plan for the recapture of the eastern star system of Altrama was gradually refined during Romulus and Calgar's conversation.

Calga couldn't help but discover a frustrating fact—

In this brief communication, Romulus's superhuman mind, relying on limited data, completed an initial assessment of the situation and put forward a series of countermeasures.

He was like a tool that constantly provided information, and the words he had prepared in his mind after many tactical meetings were all replaced by the plans that Romulus casually uttered.

The battle plan took into account every detail and was continuously fed into the Thinker array of Bormina Fortress through a safe subspace passage.

It even included the combat plans between the troops and the insect swarm on the planet's surface at this very moment. The moment those orders were passed to commanders at all levels, the entire planet's defense forces began to operate with unprecedented coordination.

This unconsciously reminded Calga of the legendary strategist known as the Father of Genetics, who was lying on the 'Samer Thrace'.

“Very good. The expeditionary fleet will operate according to this strategy from now on. I will communicate with you promptly if any adjustments are needed.” After pausing for a second to confirm that nothing had been overlooked, Romulus breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Thank you for your generous assistance, sir!"

Calgary felt somewhat ashamed.

At first, the smooth progress of the Terran Defense Line led Calgar to believe that the meeting between the Ultramarines and the Expeditionary Fleet would take place at a grand ceremony held in Macrag.

After all, the other side had reminded them of the scale of the Zerg invasion, provided tactical guidance, even considered the Holy Scripture, and sent think tanks to assist with necessary long-distance communication. The war was progressing smoothly and steadily.

As a result, the war has deteriorated to this point, and we still need an expeditionary fleet to put out the fire.

"Thank you for your perseverance, Chief of the Calgar Warband."

Romulus shook his head. Having witnessed the empire's transformation, his only requirement for the current empire was that it be a little better than before.

He couldn't find fault with Calga's measures, and this war wasn't about settling scores.

In the original timeline, although the Ultramarines successfully repelled the attack of the Behemoth Hive fleet, they were reduced to less than one-tenth of their original strength, with the most elite company even being wiped out.

Moreover, the eastern part of the Altrama star system is already rotten. Fast-moving Zerg swarms have even entered Tarrasa. A second Zerg hive fleet will arrive in the next hundred years. The entire Altrama star system is in a state of utter chaos.

Currently, the defenses in the Eastern Starfield are solid, the resistance on each planet is strong, and the various warbands, due to their understanding of the Tyranid swarm, have not suffered too many casualties in the initial rout.

Compared to the tragic scene, Dawnwing is still not entirely satisfied with the current outcome.

But considering this is an empire, let's leave it at that.

Ramses, who was maintaining the spell, made a gesture.

"By the way, Commander Calgary."

Romulus, who was about to say goodbye, seemed to suddenly remember something and spoke up to remind her.

"According to our information, the Zerg swarm has already devoured a world inhabited by the Eldar. You must be careful of the new psionic units that the enemy may develop. The relevant templates have been transmitted."

He has already sent over detailed templates for various brain worms.

These races, who have specialized in using psychic energy in accordance with the galaxy's methods, have significant flaws in their physical structure, but in return, they possess unparalleled psychic power.

If an Astartes with slightly lower psionic resistance gets close to these creatures, their nervous system will be instantly burned.

"understood."

Calga nodded seriously.

His conversation with Romulus had significantly increased his trust in this 'Primarch,' as the other's meticulous thinking and attention to detail instilled a strong sense of security.

"Goodbye."

Romulus bid farewell to the other party.

Calga was clearly taken aback by this, paused for a moment, and then quickly spoke:

"Goodbye, sir!"

Goodbye, in this deep, dark universe, how many people will have the chance to meet again?

With psionic communications shut down, Romulus surveyed the group, who had fallen silent at some point.

They are looking at me with expectant eyes.

Life is the currency of emperors; use it wisely.

This imperial proverb is widely circulated, but unfortunately, very few people can truly understand it.

Often, it's not that humans don't know what's right and what's wrong; it's just that sometimes, faced with this vast and bloated empire, many people are at a loss.

If humanity wants to get back on track, it may really have to fight a civil war that affects the entire galaxy.

So here, on this ship, the four vibrant Primarchs, their power and their character, are a real inspiration to all the Imperials present.

Even their magnificent fleet is insignificant compared to the vastness of the entire empire.
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An unnamed star system, the fleet set sail, and split in two in the void.

Half headed straight for Bormina, and the other half headed straight for the Kos star system.

(End of this chapter)