Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 302 Macado, the man behind the Emperor!
When news of the civil war on Mars reached Terra, everyone thought it was a rumor, not even Guilliman.

But that is the truth. The Martian Mechanicus did indeed experience internal strife, and the rebel was led by Forging General Calbohar.

As for why this forging general, who had always been a staunch supporter of the emperor, would rebel, Caulberis, who was sent to deliver the message, said it was because of his faith.

"Faith! You Martian machines don't worship Omnesia? Then tell me, who is Omnesia?"

When confronted by the Regent, Kaul stated that the Emperor was the embodiment of Omnesia and the agent of Ommesia.

The gist of it is: Your Highness, please don't worry, I am a loyalist, not one of those traitorous scum who betrayed the empire.

"Then why did you rebel?"

Guilliman actually harbored prejudice against this group of red-robed little men. The rumors that he was ambitious were most vehemently directed at these motor enthusiasts.

Guilliman even clashed with the Mechanics because their operations were too anthropomorphic, treating the people of Alteramar as slaves.

As a result, the Mechanicus secretly sabotaged the supply of resources that should have been provided to the Ultramarines.

Fortunately, this time it was Caul, another heretic, who, unlike the other motorists, didn't speak in abstract terms but instead recounted the whole story in detail.

But after hearing it, Guilliman was even more unable to understand.

"You mean that the rebels led by Hal believe that my father is a fraud, not only not the Om Messiah, but also that he imprisoned the God of Machines?"

They even subjected him to three daily doses of whipping, using extremely despicable means to steal the power of the God of Myriad Machines, and thus gave birth to…

Still a civilized man at heart, Guilliman couldn't bring himself to utter such blasphemous words. After all, it was even wilder than unofficial history, and if it were really considered that way, then the Emperor's taste was indeed a bit too discerning.

But none of that matters. After all, the motorist is a bit eccentric and it's normal for him to do all sorts of abstract things. The only thing Guilliman can't understand is that the rebellion has been going on for four years.

It's just that he couldn't hide it any longer, so he came to ask for help now. In fact, if Caul hadn't taken the initiative to come, he might still have been kept in the dark.

"These are incompetent and disgraceful elements who have betrayed the country and humiliated the nation. They are no ordinary rebels; we must strike them hard!"

Turning his head to look at the huge lump of Caul in front of him, Guilliman hadn't thought much of it before, but compared to this, Caul looked much more pleasing to the eye. This great sage is truly virtuous!

"Karl, who do you think should be the right person to send?"

"The First Legion!"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman was overjoyed and immediately summoned his top henchman, giving the order:
"Hill, take note of this. I'm making the following arrangements."

"Ultraman, Word Bearers, the main force of the existing Solar Auxiliary Army."

Raven Guards, Blood Angels, Space Wolves, and Space Marines conducting reconnaissance and observation, were deployed to support the Jupiter defenses.

Send a telegram to Johnson and Dorn: I need to see them in the solar system in nine hours. No lateness allowed!
"The Iron Hand and the Emperor's Son, remain in the general reserve."

"As for the overall commander this time."

After a brief hesitation, Guilliman, though eager to demonstrate his tactical micro-management skills, ultimately chose Firus.

Guilliman was truly enraged this time. Seeing that the situation was so favorable, he even planned to hold a victory parade when Johnson and Dorn returned to boost the morale of the Empire.

Unexpectedly, trouble broke out in their own backyard. These guys have really messed things up for themselves. This isn't just slapping the Empire's backside, it's slapping Robert Guilliman in the face.

With the order given, the Legion, which had been recovering for nearly two years, began to mobilize rapidly. The chaotic rebellion had put the Space Marines in an awkward position, and they had to prove themselves in this battle.

Within just five minutes, the seven legions had assembled, and Felus appeared at the starport.

After two years of rest and reorganization, or rather, under Guilliman's constant urging, the Iron Hand's size successfully surpassed double digits, reaching a commendable 123.5 people. Feralus also completely changed his appearance, no longer the octopus monster supported by tentacles, but instead creating a lifelike body.

"Don't worry, brother. I remember all your kindness. This time, I will avenge myself and let everyone know that we, the Son of Medusa, are not traitors."

"Stop talking, I believe you! That's why I sent you here. Remember to make sure you do things cleanly."

Felus paused for a moment, then a cruel smile appeared on his face, thinking that his brother was definitely not as naive as he usually appeared.

"Don't worry, I'll have Zhuang Sen lead the way."

"Then we can rest assured."

Appointing Feralus as commander was absolutely the right choice. In terms of tactical command, Feralus's dominance over large-scale battlefields was unmatched, even Horus had to admit defeat.

And Felus did not disappoint Guilliman. Although his troops were of mixed composition, he was still one of the three heroes of the Great Expedition, with a full 10 troops that could be easily overtaken by an F2A.

As for the Dark Angel and the Imperial Fist, they arrived just as quickly, launching a pincer attack and pouring their power into Mars.

When they saw the overwhelming number of airdrop pods breaking through the atmosphere, not only Hal, who was leading the Dark Machines in teaching Titans a lesson, but also the loyalist oil enthusiasts were stunned.

I thought to myself, "Didn't I just tell you, Caul, to call the Ultramarines? Why are there so many people here, including the First Legion!"

Without any reversal, the rebellion was instantly suppressed in the face of the overwhelming military offensive, with the Black Oil Guys either dying or fleeing.

But the crackdown did not stop there. With Kaul, the collaborator, secretly informing them, the entire Mars was thoroughly ravaged.

Under this violent suppression of the Mechanicus, the Martian headquarters suffered severe damage, and some local Mechanicus began to rise to prominence. Among them, the most prominent were Riza and Huangquan 8, who directly broke ties with the Martians.

The technological blockade imposed by the Martian Mechanicus not only harmed the Empire, but also caused serious internal strife. Many members of the Mechanicus in the local worlds were exiled because they were marginalized.

Now's our chance to kick a dog when it's down. If we don't thoroughly humiliate the Mars headquarters, wouldn't our exile have been for nothing?

Amid this situation of overt and covert sabotage, the Olympia Compact, which the Emperor and the Mechanicus had previously signed, was brought up again, and a series of new treaties were added, the most important of which was to confirm that the Emperor was the agent of Omnesia.

Since the Empire could not exist without the Mechanicus, Guilliman gave them a treat after suppressing the group of red-robed tentacle monsters, establishing a council seat that was different from that of the Forging General.

With the end of this half-hearted Martian rebellion, the solar system has become completely stable.

But a new problem has arisen: after more than 200 years of exploiting the resources of the empire to the point of exhaustion, launching a full-scale expedition is simply impossible.

In short, it all boils down to one word: poor!
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. Although I don't know why, nowadays every legion is a heavy-firepower sweeper.

Back then, with Atlas providing for them, other legions didn't even need to think about it; they could just bomb them. But that colossal global enterprise, which was spread throughout the empire and controlled 62% of material transportation and 35% of material production, disappeared.

But that's not the most crucial point. The most crucial point is transportation efficiency. Atlas can convert fire consumption into real material output, and can even summon demons to scavenge garbage, but others can't do that.

Logically, the Great Expedition should have been a huge success, but no matter how hard Guilliman searched, he couldn't find the missing nutrients.

Just as Guilliman was frowning and discussing with his brothers whether to postpone the fight for a few years, a tall figure suddenly kicked open the door of the government building.

"Old horse?"

That's right, the one who kicked the door open was none other than Makado, the Master of the Seals, who had been blowing bubbles and playing dead for five whole years in the Fearless.

Looking at the nine Primarchs remaining before him, even though Macardo was unwilling, he had no choice but to step forward:
"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere!"

(End of this chapter)