Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 175 Seeking Command

If the votes for the ten Heavenly Army leaders are tied, the situation will remain deadlocked.

Therefore, in this crazy plan, the Grand Master has the right to vote, a total of eleven votes, to decide the Legion's next plan.

Space Marines are like sophisticated war machines; once a decision is made, their actions are swift and decisive.

Seven votes were in favor of the plan, and the seven Heavenly Army Lords agreed to carry out the Grand Master's radical plan.

The First Legion had been silent for a long time, and its leadership wanted to inspire its confused brothers with a great victory.

Without needing the Grand Master's decisive vote, the Heavenly Army Lords made their choice.

The three dissenting votes represented the First Legion's last shred of rationality, but unfortunately, they couldn't stem the legion's fervor.

“Very good!” Urian’s serious and tense face broke into a smile as he looked at his legion brothers: “We will stand united!”

He turned to the three opponents, his gaze sharp and piercing: "The minority shall obey the majority, the plan shall be implemented, and there shall be no further dissent."

This is a warning that the three Lords of the Heavenly Army must unconditionally obey the Legion's actions.

“We will obey your plan.” They knelt on one knee before the Grand Master, their deep voices expressing their submission.

Urian nodded in satisfaction. Fueled by external threats, a brief alliance was forged within the Legion.

When the fleet pointed its sword at Randan, external pressure forced the various celestial armies to put aside their past grievances.

With outward unity and inner harmony, the Legion's glory will surely be rebuilt.

As for the threat from Ran Dan? The First Legion is invincible!
"How do you intend to gain control of the army?" asked Urian, the Lord of the Pentagram Army. He wanted to know how the Grand Master could mobilize the army belonging to the Primarch.

This is the key to the plan; without a large army of ordinary people, everything is just empty talk.

“Disguise ourselves as an alien ship and infiltrate the rendezvous point,” Urian explained to his brothers in a low voice.
"If there is a risk of intelligence being leaked, the Legion will have temporary command to launch a proactive attack on the Xenomorphs."

"You're insane..." The leader of the Five-Pointed Star Army looked horrified. "You're willing to fabricate military intelligence just to provoke a war and wash away the legion's shame?"

"Use a false pre-existing situation to coerce all troops into launching an attack on the aliens ahead of schedule."

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" He couldn't believe the Grand Master was so crazy. "Once it gets out, your actions will affect the entire legion."

"Overdrawing the trust that mortals have in the Space Marines, and throwing the Legion's honor to the ground."

"The Emperor will not forgive us, and the Father of Genetics will not agree to us doing this."

The remaining Celestial Lords looked around, and the resolute and courageous Space Marines felt a surge of panic within them.

The Grand Master's schemes have bordered on madness, and his actions are even more extreme—

He staked everything: the Legion's glory, the reputation of the Astartes warriors, and even his own future.

Those who had initially agreed to the plan now hesitated, their mouths agape, trying to stop the frenzied progress.

“That was known!” Urian retorted loudly, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room, drowning out the doubts.

“Let’s be thorough and leave no trace.”

The Grand Master raised his hand and clenched his fist, his fingernails and knuckles cracking. He stood in front of the table and looked around at everyone.

"This is a gathering point near the battlefield, and accidents can happen at any time."

“Through a ‘small move,’ the legion gained a legitimate reason to take command of the army.”

“Think it over carefully, brothers.” Urian’s words were highly inflammatory, stirring up the Lord of the Heavenly Army’s thirst for victory:

"The First Legion led its army into the alien-infested world and wiped them out."

"The accompanying chroniclers will remember the Legion's decisiveness and its 'fierce' counterattack against the Xenomorphs."

The Lord of Heavenly Army imagined such a scene in his mind, his breathing became rapid, and he seemed to see victory within reach.

"agree!"

After some debate, most of the Legion's high command finally agreed to the Grand Mentor's plan.

As he said, if you do it cleanly, no one will notice.

"Let's go down and prepare, let the Heavenly Army get ready for battle." Those who opposed left; they were outnumbered and powerless to reverse the established facts.

The opponents silently withdrew, and although they despised the plan, they still prepared for the upcoming battle.

"I will keep the memorandum," the Lord of the Pentagram Army said, looking deeply at the Grand Master before leaving, "so that I can give an account to the Father of Genetics in the future."

“Okay.” Urian nodded in agreement, expressionless. “But I hope you’ll keep it a secret.”

"I will not reveal a single word about what just happened." With that, the Lord of the Heavenly Army turned and left.

The secret talks concluded, and the First Legion began executing its plan. Within the First Legion fleet, the records of one ship were completely erased, as if it had never appeared in the battle order.

Under the Grand Master's instructions, the ships underwent intensive and secret modifications and quietly left the fleet for the void.

It will act as an intruder, breaking the silence of the assembly.

On the bridge of the First Legion's Glory Queen-class battleship, the Unyielding Truth, Urian stood at the porthole, gazing at the starry sky and mentally calculating the time.

"Woo~~~"

A piercing alarm sounded from inside the ship, shattering the sky with the alarm array of the Forged World.

An alien warship leaves the subspace and enters the real universe.

"Unknown ship enters the star system, the ship's silhouette is identified as the 'Randan'!" The warship's array issued an alarm, and the mechanical sound echoed throughout the entire fleet.

“They’re here!” Urian Bendreg took a deep breath, his heart trembling.

A heavily disguised warship, disguised as an alien warship, marks the beginning of the legion's control over command.

"Destroy the ships immediately! Don't let them get away!" Urian's tense roar echoed through the communication channel as the Grand Master ordered the attack.

The tense voice was perfectly timed, with a hint of panic mixed in.

He felt a pang of guilt; on the disguised warship, the lives of all the ordinary crew members had been sacrificed.

The ship's communication channels were locked, and it could not send any signals.

"The Exemplar of Abomination has launched an attack." The communication came through again, reporting that another Glory Queen warship had taken the lead in the attack.

The warships at the assembly point all started their engines and began to surround and destroy the intruding alien warships.

Everyone knew that the alien warship that had invaded the Shana system had to be destroyed to prevent it from leaving.

"Connect with the Great Sage of the Mechanicus." Urian said solemnly as he sat down on the command throne.

The holographic image suddenly lit up, and the mechanical body of the red-robed sage appeared, holding a large gear-shaped axe.

"Grand Master Urian." The mechanical sage had undergone extensive one-piece modifications, with his entire chin removed and replaced with an external sound amplifier.

His voice was cold, revealing a uniquely mechanical chill: "I already know why you've come."

"Based on my calculations, the mobilization of the Imperial army has most likely been leaked."

The sage's prosthetic eye projected an image, and cold mathematical logic pulsed within it: "The situation is extremely critical."

“Yes.” Urian went along with the Great Sage’s words and continued, “Great Sage, we must launch an attack and seize the initiative.”

"The Primarch will arrive in a long time, and we cannot wait indefinitely to allow the Xenomorphs to prepare for war."

"The fleet must take the initiative and deliver a swift blow to the aliens."

The mechanical sage did not answer immediately; he lowered his head, a torrent of green data flowing through his eyes.

"The data supports your conclusion." After a long silence, the sage raised his head, his eyes brimming with data, and looked at Urian's face: "Taking the initiative is the best choice."

“According to the battlefield accident regulations, Urian Bendreg, you now have command of the army.”

The cold, mechanical sounds sounded like celestial music to Urian's ears.

He nodded heavily, his fingers twitching, his heart pounding with excitement as he accepted this immense power.

Now, the vast fleet obeys him, the Mechanicus and the Mortal Auxiliary Forces, and the Titan Legion submit to his will.

“Thank you for your support, Mechanic.” Urian greeted the Mechanic. “I will lead the fleet to the Morse system to destroy the alien outpost.”

"Smooth sailing." The mechanical sage nodded and then deactivated the holographic image.

Urian took a deep breath, his heart churning with turmoil, and looked out at the starry sky through the porthole.

The disguised warship was blasted into pieces, and the exploding sparks resembled fireworks, celebrating the success of the operation.

After a brief moment of excitement, Urian opened a secret communication device and whispered, "Completely destroy the disguised warships, leave no trace."

"clear."

A cold, emotionless voice came from the other end of the channel.

To ensure the plan's success, Urian was ruthless and sacrificed tens of thousands of ordinary crew members.

Looking at the exploded warship, he could almost hear the wails of mortals, and the Grand Master silently suppressed his pity.

"All sacrifices will eventually be rewarded!"

(End of this chapter)