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Chapter 408 Huron: I think I can still hold out

Huron connected.

His gaze swept across the meetings being held in multiple areas through the shared psychic vision, passing over the four tall figures.

Not a single one was missing.

"grown ups!"

Huron's shout became the prayer of almost everyone in the command post.

"Support for the Great Vortex will commence immediately, with two of the thirteen fleets to be dispatched via wormholes."

After a brief greeting, Romulus immediately said, "But the main force won't go there; we're going to Macurag."

This undoubtedly dampened Huron's excitement.

The situation in the Great Vortex is basically hopeless, and there's no hope of any change without the decisive involvement of the Dawn Sector.

'Why? ’

As a competent ruler, Huron did not ask aloud, but remained calm and subconsciously asked himself the question.

Macragge is indeed important, but it is guarded by dozens of Ultramarines, and Lord Romulus has ordered it not to leave Greater Alteramar. Even if it were to suffer an impact of the level of the Great Vortex, it should be able to handle it with ease.

Unless there's something more important going on in Macurag.

"A Primarch is about to return."

Romulus smiled, employing a strategy of first praising and then criticizing.

"Which Primarch?!"

Huron asked instinctively.

If it's Makula, who else could it be?
Then he broke down in tears and said:
"my father?!"

This sudden news left his already racing mind momentarily stunned. The officers around him were puzzled by the guardian's self-questioning, but after a moment of superhuman clarity about what the two sentences meant, they were all swept up in the same jubilation.

This isn't any real support, it's just—

To be honest, for ten thousand years, every Son of Guilliman has been pessimistic about the return of the Father of Genesis. Just as the Imperial Guard could only watch the Emperor burn on his throne, whenever a Son of Guilliman went to Macragge with reverence and saw Guilliman in his static position, besides pride, he was probably saddened by the cruel reality that the Father of Genesis had been silent for ten thousand years.

Even though their fathers were better than those of the Imperial Guards and instilled in them a more positive personality, the sadness never disappeared; it remained hidden in their hearts.

Ten thousand years have passed. Even though the arrival of the four Primarchs has soothed the wounds in their hearts, these warriors cannot help but think of that familiar yet unfamiliar figure whenever they see those four towering figures taking on responsibilities.

But now, just when they all believed he had left, he was about to return; just when they thought he had flown away, he was about to soar through the sky like an eagle.

Their hearts soared with the news, and their spirits, which had been exhausted by the war, were invigorated.

Wait, what's going on? How come they suddenly had such a surprise while they were fighting?

Huron stared blankly.

The Wings of Dawn never expected to awaken Guilliman in the first place.

The reason for prioritizing Macurag is mainly to defend against Mortarion. Those who have read the script know perfectly well what these guys, who are nowhere to be seen even when Nurgle Garden is invaded, are doing.

Isn't it just some kind of divine plague plotting to forcibly corrupt Guilliman? They did the same thing to Horus 10,000 years ago, and they're doing the same thing to Guilliman 10,000 years later. It's path dependence.

The Death Guard is also an army, and recent sightings across the galaxy have highlighted that the Chaos Astartes have also shown various enhanced forms. Naturally, the Dawn Wings also regard them as opponents that need to be taken seriously.

But isn't this an opportunity?

"Uslan has relented."

Arthur explained the details to Romulus: "He agreed to the retrieval of Death's chosen one and the creation of Death's incarnation. Before that, Ramses will protect his soul to prevent exposure. Secondly, we need to ensure the safety of the Usvi Ark world in reality."

Facts have proven that the value of united front work is demonstrated through struggle.

After they led humans and Eldar through Nurgle, their status in Uslan's eyes had changed from optional to preferred.

After observing the Dawn Wings' military strength, Uslan made up his mind and submitted his proposal.

He planned to bring forward the birth of the Chosen One of Death and send her back to the Ark World of Bieton to retrieve the Silent Screaming Sword, Asuvar.

The old woman's sword pierced the spiritual skeleton of the Bietan Ark world, binding the fate of almost every Bietan Ark Eldar.

The rest depends on whether Death can seize this opportunity, relying on his connection with the Chosen One to sacrifice the avatar summoned by this Ark world, or whether he will remain indifferent to such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If the avatar appears, it's very simple. Let Dawnwing dismantle the Death Avatar just like it did with Peturabo, breaking the activated power into ownerless fragments, thus allowing Dawnwing to obtain some of the Eldar Death Avatar's authority.

As for whether the Spirit Race's Death God will accept the challenge, it's not just the Four Chaos Gods and those lesser gods who are anxious in the galaxy right now. Everyone knows that the situation is not right, and the great struggle has been brought forward. Those who can still move are still okay, as they can exert some initiative. But those like the Spirit Race's Death God, who are not very mobile, are even more anxious.

If this continues, the believers will all be snatched up by the alien gods, and these gods who haven't even been officially taken over yet won't let any opportunity slip by.

Because if we keep waiting, we'll never have another chance.

Moreover, even if Death doesn't respond, Macragge's siege must be broken, and Guilliman must be resurrected; it's just a matter of time.

Romulus observed the situation in the galaxy.

With the help of the communication system built by Ramses, their information was more timely and also more clearly demonstrated the current grim situation in the galaxy.

Outside the Great Vortex, the Gothic Sector in the Hazy Starfield is so ravaged by a plague that even the main fleet is unable to move. The area of ​​the northern galaxy near the edge of the Star Torch is filled with all kinds of attacks. Space Wolves and the Steel Hand, which has completed its internal ideological integration in recent years, are putting out fires everywhere.

The Solar Starfield was thrown into turmoil by the new wave of chaos, which also caused the Pacific Starfield and the Storm Starfield to become 'extraordinarily lively'.

The pen strokes trembled as it worked on the document.

The thought of such a massive cesspool sent a chill down Romulus's spine, even though he was as resilient as he was. His admiration for Robert Guilliman reached its peak at that moment.

He was really starting to feel the strain.

Dawnwing desperately needs a new leader!
If all else fails, sacrifice a few of the Emperor's normal personalities to let the Emperor take over. There's no reason why the Emperor can awaken the Lion King but not Guilliman.

In any case, they absolutely cannot let Guilliman, such a weak point, continue to sleep. Otherwise, they would have to check Guilliman's condition every time they cleaned the toilets. If Chaos were to move, they would have to split up, and no one could stand that.

"So until then, we can't offer any more help. The strategic focus needs to be shifted to Alteramar, and the Chaos Power will not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Romulus's voice fell, responding with this exhilarating answer.

"I understand, sir, I understand!"

Huron was incredibly excited; he had already stood up from his chair and was pacing back and forth in the room.

That's his genetic father!
How can a son cut off his father's way of survival?

"Until then, we must hold the whirlpool."

"I see!"

Huron replied enthusiastically, and then began to discuss the strategic deployment of the Great Vortex defense perimeter with Romulus.

Inside the Herbert Fortress, the entire building was in turmoil.

People began urgently issuing commands into the intercom, and amber runes began to flash silently on the window frames and pillars. Holographic projections appeared one after another in mid-air, scrolling out the preset target parameters.

Huron listened to the low hum of data recalibration, the clicks of civil servants' keyboards, the rising hum of the reactor rapidly pumping energy into the large transport array, and the ticking of massive amounts of information being transmitted from within the fortress.

Chaos is in a panic, the Xenomorphs are in a panic, and all of the Empire's rivals are in a panic.

They could no longer accept the empire remaining so powerful.

A solemn look flashed in Huron's eyes, and an unprecedented focus enveloped him.

No one can stop his father from returning, not even himself.
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Silent Oath

Having completed his mission on 'Time Key Star', and continuing to coordinate internal affairs of the Legion, Azrael, who had learned of the sudden situation through some information from the Stone Fortress in the distant Misty Starfield, looked up.

He could hear the freight elevator making a rumbling knocking sound.

He stepped forward, preparing to report to the Lord of Knights.

A group of dark angels gathered around him without his knowledge, most of whom were veterans from ten thousand years ago.

They all showed their faces, but none of them were expressionless; only the expressions in their eyes revealed the turmoil in their hearts.

"what should we do?"

With his fingers stroking the hilt of the named sword, Kai asked, "Should we save Boulder?"

Under the lights, the dark angels' breathing became low and deep.

They continued on their way to report on their mission, their pace unwavering.

Compared to the jubilation of the Ultramarines, an unease gripped them as some troublesome thing was about to return.

He was clearly not very happy.

(End of this chapter)