Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 187 The snipe and the clam fight
This led to misjudgments in tactics when facing different dynasties.

For example, in his memory, an official document once showed that due to confusion regarding the Necromancer faction, some Imperial generals mistook the Skinners of the Drazak Dynasty for mutated Tyranids… the consequences of which were self-evident!

"Let's find a way to take them down! We don't want to be fighting chaos while our defenses are in the middle of something, only to have these guys rip us out from behind!" Tie Hui gestured for Tiberos to sit down and rest. His nonsensical remarks made Tiberos's lips twitch as he sat down.

“We don’t know much about them. And we don’t know exactly where they are located.” Tiberius was also helpless, even though their chapter was located on the edge of the galaxy.

However, their understanding of the Necromancers in space wasn't comprehensive. He only knew that they were a hideous but exceptionally powerful alien species.

Although they had encountered and fought these aliens before, most of them were from the Sothek Dynasty, and they had little contact with the Drazak Dynasty of the Skinners. They only knew the name and a portion of the locations where their forces were distributed.

After all, in the past, when digging graves, we could always find the tombs of these dynasties.

"So, in other words, we can't find them if we actively look for them. We can only wait for them to come to us?" Tie Hui asked doubtfully, to be honest, he really didn't know much about space undead and many alien creatures.

All he knew was that these space necromancers were just a bunch of green bones, and that the little red-robed men of the Mechanicus loved to dance and dig up their graves, taking the burial goods and then reverse engineering them.

“It is so, sir!” Tiberos said sheepishly. As the chapter commander of Astartes, his lack of knowledge about the Xenomorphs was a disgrace to him.

Tie Hui fell into deep thought for a moment, leaning back in his chair, looking up at the incandescent light on the ceiling, and remained silent.

Tiberius saw that Iron Grey neither spoke nor moved, but simply sat there quietly waiting for further instructions.

“If that’s the case…” Tie Hui’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

"We need to change our defensive line! We can't afford to fight a war of attrition!" Tie Hui said slowly, still staring at the incandescent light. He didn't want the fortresses and defensive lines he had worked so hard to build to be ripped out by those green ribs while he was fighting Chaos.

"You mean...wandering?" Tiberos's eyelids twitched as he looked at Tie Hui and asked tentatively.

“You’re half right!” Tie Hui turned to look at the table, picked up the specially made ceramic teapot he had brought from the Rim of the Pacific, and poured a cup of water into the porcelain cup in front of Tiberos.

Tiberius quickly reached out and picked up the cup to receive the tea.

"Roaming is definitely necessary, but we must also resist the Black Legion. Otherwise, our bases will probably be blown to smithereens by the orbital bombardment." Tie Hui finished pouring the water in his glass and poured another one for himself.

He wanted to get Abaddon's Black Legion and these green-clad bastards to fight each other, preserving their own strength as much as possible.

Let them fight like the snipe and the clam, while I, the fisherman, reap the benefits!
“If that’s how it is, sir…” Tiberos took a sip of tea, pondering past combat experience and strategic deployments against the Xenomorphs, “then we won’t need to build various defensive lines along Abaddon’s Black Legion’s attack route. We only need to build fortresses on key planetary nodes. Then the main force can travel back and forth between these fortresses by ship!”

Tie Hui stroked his chin and nodded, indicating that this was indeed the idea. However, for some reason, he still felt somewhat uneasy!
He had never commanded an interstellar war, let alone experienced any significant Warhammer 40K interstellar warfare. As a result, his strategic planning and command of such large-scale space battles were nowhere near as good as those of seasoned chapter commanders.

However, he had read the books of great men and had also undergone basic training at Astartes.

He knew a lot of basic theoretical knowledge! But he knew he was still no match for those battle-hardened commanders. So he could only offer some general ideas and begin the discussion.

"Your method is excellent! Let the aliens fight like dogs!" Tiberius affirmed Tie Hui's strategy, which brought a helpless smile to his face.

Good heavens, this really has become a case of the undead guarding the border.

"It would be best to lure Abaddon's fleet into the Necromancers' exorcism zone. Or there's another, more dangerous way..." Tiberius sipped his tea, and for some reason, he seemed to have come to like this slightly bitter and sweet green tea.

Tie Hui frowned in confusion. A dangerous method... He wanted to hear what Tiberos had to say.

Tiberos spat out a mouthful of tea leaves with a divine air, then put down his water cup and slowly said, "That is, we can offer favorable conditions to persuade those space undead to allow our people to enter their exorcism realm."

Tie Hui's eyes lit up. "You mean to make the Necromancer's Exorcism Zone a barrier against Abaddon's chaotic forces!"

“Yes!” Tiberos nodded, but the wry smile on his face and the look of surprise on his face indicated that this method was simply not feasible.

Neither of them were the traditional Astartes who believed all Xenomorphs deserved to die. They also believed that cooperation with Xenomorphs was possible when necessary, as it was a traditional technology that had been forced to emerge in the environment of the Ghoul Sector.

After all, there were rumors about the resurrection of Regent Guilliman, which involved those Eldar sprouts.

Some blasphemous people even spread rumors that Regent Guilliman and a certain Eldar woman had a secret relationship.

But this is completely different from negotiating with a space necromancer. There are only a handful of conditions that can persuade a space necromancer to agree to!
The first Star God Fragment!
Second... the physical body!
Let's forget about the second one for now. The first condition is definitely much easier than the second, but the amount required is probably enormous.

Otherwise, the Necromancers wouldn't have allowed their massive fleet and thousands of Astartes to enter their territory.

"This is fucking too much to ask!" Tie Hui waved his hand, indicating that this method wouldn't work. The two fell silent for a moment, so the problem had returned to its original starting point.

It's about letting the two sides fight like dogs so they can reap the benefits.

“If that’s the case, then we can only let Abaddon’s army march straight into our territory. Abaddon’s target is basically you… so we need you to lure them into the Necromancer’s territory!” Tiberos suggested the plan, but he didn’t want Iron Glow to do it.

Because it was far too risky; if they weren't careful, the savior of mankind bestowed upon them by the Emperor would perish on the Golden Throne.

In that case, their losses would be far too great!

"Let me think about it!" Tie Hui said to Tiberos, though he was also considering whether it was feasible. If possible, he was willing to take the risk and give it a try.

After all, he can time travel!
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(End of this chapter)