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Chapter 403 Secret Meeting (Part 2)

Before the words were even finished, the expressions of the six Astartes froze instantly.

The Sky Lions Captain frowned deeply, the Blood Knights Captain Amit shook his head in disappointment, and even the usually calm and expressionless Third Company Commander of the Imperial Fist couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

The First Legion's Primarchs were equally unattainable for them.

However, just when everyone's spirits were at their lowest, Chen Xi changed the subject: "Although the leaders of the First Legion and the Thirteenth Legion will be the first to return, the other Primarchs are not necessarily not going to return."

On the contrary, they will all return.

"Is this true?" The six Astartes straightened up almost simultaneously, their eyes rekindling with hope.

If all the Primarchs could return, it would be a dream come true for them.

Chen Xi nodded solemnly in confirmation, thinking to himself: Even if those Primarchs themselves are unwilling to return, I can still send their clones into battle, and then leave the question of authenticity to the Emperor to decide—this will definitely be a genuine "Return of the Primarchs".

Company Commander Tycho's sharp gaze was fixed on Chen Xi, trying to see through the true intentions of the judge before him.

"So what do you want us to do?" His voice was steady and powerful, but inwardly he was regretting his decision—perhaps the chief think tank member Mephisto was the more suitable person to attend this meeting; that wise man would certainly be able to grasp the direction of the situation more accurately.

In response to Tycho Brahe's question, Chen Xi first exchanged a meaningful glance with the guard beside him. After receiving a barely perceptible nod from the guard, he slowly spoke: "The return of the Primarch is certainly exciting news, but before that, the Empire will first have to go through an unprecedented catastrophe. This will be the darkest moment in the history of the human Empire."

"The darkest hour?" Company Commander Galadon immediately seized on this key phrase. He leaned forward and asked, "Lord Chen Xi, you mentioned this before. Could you please explain in detail what this darkest hour actually means?"

Chen Xi took a deep breath and glanced at the solemn faces of every soldier present.

"Abaddon the Great Raider will tear the galaxy apart in a way we cannot yet comprehend." The air seemed to freeze at the mention of his name.

Although he is often jokingly referred to as "Brother Abadan, the Invincible Warrior" among the Hammerheads, in the real 40k world, the number one person below the Primarch of Chaos does indeed have a terrifying aura that can stop children from crying at night.

Chen Xi drew a straight line on the table with his finger, as if dividing the Milky Way: "A huge rift will run through the entire territory of the Empire. Half of the Empire will forever lose the guidance of the Star Torch, while the other half will be exposed to the erosion of the warp evil for a long time."

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This description turned the faces of the six Astartes warriors deathly pale. Even Kaul, who had lived for ten thousand years, involuntarily tensed his mechanical body, his prosthetic eye rapidly adjusting its focus as if trying to see this terrifying future clearly.

This learned and knowledgeable sage of the Mechanicus had only one thought in his mind at that moment:
I've lived for ten thousand years, what haven't I seen?

But I've never seen anything like this before.

Company Commander Galadon straightened his back, and the servo system of his power armor emitted a slight hum.

He looked directly into Chen Xi's eyes, his voice steady and firm: "So what do you want us to do? Stop Abaddon?"

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the explosive pistol at his waist. "This might require summoning all the Dornish children, or even activating the Final Wall Accord."

Every warrior present understood the weight of those words. For the Imperial Fist and its offspring, when a Son of Dorne announced the initiation of the Final Wall Accords, it meant that the entire bloodline of the Seventh Legion would be on high alert, ready to rejoin the Legion at any moment.

However, if the goal is to stop the Great Raider Abaddon, then initiating the Final Wall Accord is not entirely unacceptable.

However, Chen Xi simply shook his head slowly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "The Empire failed to stop the Great Raiders from achieving their goals in the past twelve Black Expeditions... and it will be the same this time! The tearing apart of the galaxy is a foregone conclusion, and the great enemy of Chaos will not allow us to reverse this outcome."

Company Commander Galadon was speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say. The information Chen Xi had revealed was simply too astonishing.

As the third company commander of the Imperial Fist, this battle-hardened soldier was at a loss for words when faced with Chen Xi's resolute assertion.

Chen Xi didn't give him time to think and continued, "However, the final High Wall Protocol of the Imperial Fist still needs to be activated! The moment Mountain Fortress leaves Holy Terra will be the moment you activate this protocol."

“Initiating the Final Wall Agreement will take time, and it’s a matter of great importance.” Company Commander Galadon cautiously pressed, his voice tinged with uncharacteristic hesitation: “What will be our objective after we initiate it?”

There are deep concerns hidden behind this problem.

Once the agreement is activated, all the Sons of Dorne scattered throughout the Empire will answer the call, allowing the Imperial Fist to become the complete Seventh Legion once again.

This not only concerns the fate of tens of thousands of Astartes, but will also shake the entire empire's military landscape. The chain reaction could be immeasurable if not handled carefully.

Chen Xi did not directly answer Galadun's question, but instead asked meaningfully, "What was the Imperial Fist's purpose in initiating the Final Wall Accord last time?"

“Defend Holy Terra…” Galadron answered instinctively, but suddenly stopped midway through his sentence, his expression changing drastically: “You mean Holy Terra is in danger?”

“It’s not Holy Terra,” Chen Xi shook his head slightly, and continued just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s the Royal Palace.”

This simple addition turned all the Astartes' faces instantly pale.

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze, and even Kaul's mechanical joints stopped working.

It's hard to imagine that the enemy could even breach Holy Terra, let alone the most heavily fortified palace in the Empire.
"Is the palace in danger?" Galadon's voice tightened, wanting to confirm again.

But Chen Xi only gave him a meaningful look before turning her gaze to the representatives of the Holy Blood Angels.

The three sons of Saint Gilles all straightened their bodies in unison.

Unlike the Imperial Fist, the Blood Angels lineage does not have a plan like the "Final Wall Protocol" that could bring together all its sub-groups.

They exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what demands the judge would make of them.

"I have only one requirement for the Holy Blood Angels!" Chen Xi's voice suddenly became extremely serious, "That is to expand the army! Expand the force by all means possible."

He paused, his gaze becoming profound: "Although Lord Dante will gather all the sons of Saint Gilles to defend Baal, these forces are far from sufficient compared to the enemy you are about to face."

(End of this chapter)