Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 211 Give Me a Defense
"Hahahaha..." Hathor, the leader of the Reflector Warband and chief prophet, stood in the command room of the Fate Weavers fleet and laughed loudly as he watched the group of reckless fools charging straight toward their prey.

As a Thousand Sons Legion and a war clan that worships Treachery, their ability to predict the future is renowned throughout the entire Chaos War Clan.

So, after initially identifying their target, although they acted immediately, they still routinely used prophecy.

They locked onto the warship's escape route and immediately mobilized their fleet, breaking away from the main force that was chasing the warship, and moved to intercept it along its escape path.

When he saw the warship turn as he expected and head towards them, he burst into laughter, mocking those fools.

The divine command personally given to them by the Lord of All Changes not only excited them but also filled them with even greater vigilance.

After all, it was just a combat barge belonging to the Empire, and there were countless of these in the Astartes Chapter within the Empire.

Therefore, they were extremely wary of the order given to them by the Lord of Change. After all, they couldn't figure out what was going on. Could it be that the battle barge contained something important that had attracted the Four Gods?

Looking at the holographic map showing all the warships of the Warring States in action, Hathor frowned and began to ponder. If there really was something, could they simply seize it first and then secretly study it themselves?

To strengthen their Thousand Sons Legion, and then... replace the Lord of Change?
The more Hathor thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, and the more likely it seemed. He glanced at those foolish guys who were still hot on the target ship, already within weapon range but too afraid to attack, only occasionally firing a few shots in an attempt to stop them.

Hathor sneered, "Everyone prepare...we..."

Well--

Hathor, who had just raised his hand with confidence and was about to give an order, was suddenly interrupted by an urgent alarm.

This annoyed him, so he turned his head to look at the warship's command platform, which had been fused with the demon engine, and the blue bird head floating in the center.

The piercing alarm sounded from its open beak.

Hathor walked forward with a grim face, and slammed his hand, which had become somewhat claw-like, onto the command platform, which looked very futuristic and simple, yet also eerily strange.

The bird's beak alarm abruptly stopped, and some birds, trembling with fear, glanced in other directions.

After all... in this bird-head's eyes, Hathor was almost like a follower of Khorne, always beating it up every few days.

"If you can't give me a satisfactory answer..." Asur placed his hands on either side of the bird's head, lowered his head, and threatened with a gloomy expression, "Then I will..." He said viciously, and then grabbed the bird's head by the neck.

The immense force caused the bird's exposed head to swell up, its long tongue lolling out from its gaping mouth, and its eyes bulging outwards.

At the same time, Hathor gripped the bird's neck tightly and lifted it sharply upwards. But as if it were an extension of the command platform, it could only push the mass of flesh on the bird's neck towards its already swollen head.

Hathor's massive face drew near the bird's head, and he continued, "Pull it out of this command post!"

Hathor looked at the bird's head, its eyes already starting to turn white, and then released his grip.

The bird-headed creature coughed a few times, a fleeting shadow of malice flashing in its lowered eyes. Then, with a fawning expression, it loudly praised, "Great Lord Hathor, you are the unparalleled chief prophet of the entire Thousand Sons Legion. Your greatness..."

boom--

what--

Hathor frowned and threw a punch. The bird's head, struck hard, shook itself, howled in pain, and feathers fell to the ground. "Get to the point!" Hathor said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, yes, sir!" The bird lowered its head, its eyes growing increasingly gloomy, yet it still spoke respectfully.

"The Tide Station has been invaded by the enemy, our old adversaries... the Grey Knights! They are rapidly crossing the entropy field!" Birdhead shouted.

boom--

A fist as hard as steel slammed down from above. The immense force flattened and rounded the bird's head, almost smashing it into the hole in the command platform below its neck.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The bird was knocked unconscious by the blow, leaning against the command platform with its eyes rolled back and its tongue lolling out.

This is going to be tough; even demons might not be able to withstand Astartes's straight-line punching power.

Seeing the bird-headed guy pretending to be unconscious, Hathor angrily ordered, "Immediately activate the Tide Station's defenses! Activate the entropy amplifiers at maximum power to intercept the advance of those stupid canned goods!"

Behind them, a group of mortal ship servants dressed in blue robes like magicians received orders to retreat and then began to notify the defense personnel inside the Tide Station.

Meanwhile, the ships that had already been deployed received orders and slowly began to move.

They prepared to return to defend their own Claris Nonmaterial Tidal Station. After all, if something went wrong here, it would mean that the Empire had already opened a breach in the Dalowa system.

This concerns the very survival of the entire Nakmonde Corridor, given that the entropy change over a distance of 30 light-years is extremely significant.

It covers almost half the width of the Nakmunde Corridor.

Therefore, this thing absolutely cannot be allowed to fail. If it does, it means that the Empire's fleet supplies and personnel can be mobilized on a large scale at the fastest speed and in a much simpler way. The Empire's Dark Side and the Empire's Holy Land regions.

This was a heavy blow to their chaotic plans. Therefore, Abaddon wasn't particularly interested in the Dalowa region, but only in terms of the planet Dalowa itself.

If any of the node facilities and fortresses around Dalowa were to malfunction, Abaddon would be heartbroken.

Meanwhile, Harken, the Star Reaper who was in charge of the command room of the Curse Pioneer, snapped out of his dazed state and looked at the alarm representing the Tide Station, his expression suddenly changing drastically.

"Damn guy!"

Harken the Starslayer was now gritting his teeth in anger. For some reason, these bastards had actually sent out their entire force. They clearly didn't take him and Lord Abaddon seriously.

Just as this group of guys swarmed out like hunting dogs seeing food, he worried that the Empire might take advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack.

His idea has now been proven true!
"Send them back to their positions immediately!"

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(End of this chapter)