Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 139 Cooperation that Betrays the Primarch

Guilliman's decision surprised everyone present.

Whether it was Caul, the holy Celestine, or even the Eldar High Priestess Evelynn, all showed surprise.

Only the players and the Alliance were not surprised by this, because they all knew that Guilliman's choice was the only correct path at the moment.

"It's in the story; Guilliman did this to prevent demons from following us into Holy Terra through the Web Gate!"

The players' discussions were not kept secret from the imperial high command; a few words were enough for them to understand.

"Magnus is most likely lying in ambush nearby."

The player group said in a deep voice, "His original goal was to launch a surprise attack on Guilliman's fleet and reduce its combat strength as much as possible."

"To clear obstacles and create a favorable situation for his subsequent advance into Terra."

If Guilliman's fleet remains undamaged, he will have no advantage in the battle to seize the Netway Gate.

The demons of the warp are endless, but few can wage war on the net. They can use their endless forces to wear down Guilliman's manpower, and then use their elites to seize the gates of the net.

"It's not just Magnus who wants to seize Terra; all four Chaos Gods want to unleash a catastrophe on Terra."

"If we force our way into Terra using the conventional route, those vicious demons will instantly overwhelm the network tunnels on the back of Terra."

"Once the Web collapses completely, the entire Terra will be exposed to the warp without reservation. At that time, unless a second Emperor emerges, a continuous stream of warp demons will pour out from the cracks, dragging the entire human empire into the abyss of destruction."

"The Second Emperor —"

"Will there be a second emperor...?" the player Demon King Guardian muttered to himself.

"Yes, yes, brothers, brothers have..."

Upon hearing this, all the players' eyes immediately fell on Commander Fang Yun.

If Terra's network truly develops an irreparable crack, it seems that only Fang Yun currently has the ability to seal that fatal warp entrance.

This sudden gaze left Fang Yungan speechless.

He will truly reach the moment when the demons break through the defenses and launch a full-scale invasion of Terra.

Knowing himself as he does, he'll most likely curse and swear at the emperor's ancestors for eighteen generations, but in the end, he'll grit his teeth, sit on the second throne, and block the second subspace entrance.

Just imagining that scene is enough to make players excited.

However, Fang Yun has an advantage that the emperor does not have.

Human-based system.

Meanwhile, Magnus, relying on intelligence relayed by spies, clearly saw that Guilliman's fleet was turning around and heading at full speed toward the TerraNet entrance on the far side of the moon, and upon seeing this, he was filled with rage.

"Damn it, has that idiot Guilliman finally figured it out?"

"So be it, it's just another path to take! The moon still belongs to me! Tara will belong to me too!"

In his eyes, these people were all followers of the false emperor, and he was determined to cripple Guilliman's legion.

The nearly 30,000 Astartes monks were no ordinary people. If such a formidable fighting force were preserved, it would inevitably disrupt all his subsequent plans and cause his meticulously crafted scheme to fail.

At this moment, Magnus was extremely conflicted, the scene of the fleet he had previously dispatched being wiped out by a mysterious force was still vivid in his mind.

He knew perfectly well that if he rashly dispatched another fleet, no matter how large its force, it would be completely destroyed by that power, resulting in nothing but losses. Even as a follower of Tzeentch and commanding a large Chaos fleet, he dared not gamble away all his forces in a reckless action.

Just then, a strange aura of Tzeentch's psionic energy, interwoven with azure and gold-red, flickered in the void. Within the distorted light and shadow, a Tzeentch archdeacon, ethereal in form and covered in a thousand-eyed scale, bowed respectfully to Magnus, addressing him, "Your Highness, the Great Demon Prince Magnus." The archdeacon's voice, like the rubbing of fine psionic fragments, said, "Our spies have ascertained that the devastating attack launched by the enemy earlier had a completely different logic of destruction than the Extinction Order of the Human Empire. The Empire's Extinction Order incinerates celestial bodies and destroys matter, while this weapon, called Neutron Annihilation, is pure annihilation of life."

With a flick of its psionic tendrils, several cold, clear images suddenly unfolded, showing Fang Yun using the neutron annihilation weapon three times. These images had already been captured by Tzeentch's omnipresent spies and were precisely presented to Magnus.

There was no raging inferno or the roar of collapsing matter in the scene; only a silent stream of pale blue-white high-energy particles swept past, leaving all the starships within the attack range intact.

However, all life forms, whether Chaos Demons, Space Marines, or mortal soldiers, had their cellular matrix and life-generating substances completely disintegrated by high-energy neutrons in an instant. All life activities ceased instantly, and they were all transformed into lifeless, dead shells with no room for struggle.

"It does not damage any objects; it targets only life, using high-energy particles to directly destroy the life matrix of all living organisms. No living thing is spared. Moreover, this type of weapon has a fatal limitation: it can only be used without restraint if the target within the attack range is completely cleared. Therefore, it can be inferred that the enemy cannot control this power at will."

Magnus lowered his eyes, his scarlet eyes fixed on the bizarre and terrifying scene, and the surrounding warp energy stirred slightly because of his emotions.

He had witnessed countless world-destroying powers, but never before had he seen a weapon so precisely targeted at the very essence of life. Compared to the power of neutron annihilation, his gaze quickly locked onto the person wielding the weapon, his tone revealing undisguised, intense covetousness: "Interesting—neutron annihilation, is it?"

"Truly, the perfect weapon."

Despite knowing the strategic direction ahead, Magnus felt somewhat powerless to change it.

"Opportunities change in an instant; is this fate's choice?"

The main fleet that had ambushed Guilliman had been completely annihilated by the Human Alliance. Magnus had no more troops available and could not mobilize more fleets in a short time to launch a new round of encirclement and ambush against Guilliman's fleet.

We can't possibly send all of our Thousand Wizards Warbands into battle, can we?

The Thousand Sons Legion consists mostly of veterans who have served for thousands of years, with only a very small number being promoted through high-level ceremonies.

These thousand sons are of great value.

At that time, those ordinary human legions will be able to overwhelm these thousands of soldiers.

At that moment, Tzeentch brought him a completely unexpected presence. It was this person who completely reversed Magnus's overall operational strategy against Guilliman's fleet.

"Now, all that's left is figuring out how to deal with Guilliman and Fogrem."

This man provided Magnus with enough ships to harass Guilliman's army.

Magnus initiated contact with Vograim.

At this moment, Forgrim was frantically moving forward in the warp, his wings weaving through various distorted spaces.

The silver-white giant seemed to have his eyes glued to him, relentlessly pursuing him.

"Damn it, why is this Chaos chasing me?"

"Tell me, where is Abaddon!" A hysterical roar could be faintly heard from behind.

"Abaddon?" Forgrim keenly realized that he was being hunted down and that it was related to Abaddon.

"Fuck you, Abaddon!"

He used his powerful psionic magic to save Forgrim from being hunted down.

At this moment, Forgrim was still in shock. He had been relentlessly pursued by the demon hunter, and his strength was extremely weakened. He was no match for the opponent and was occasionally slashed by the silver-white metal giant.

Forgrim was quite grateful for Magnus's help. It was thanks to Magnus's psionic shielding that he could detect Magnus's location and psionic reactions; otherwise, the psionic demon hunter would never have let him go so easily.

The two stood facing each other, the atmosphere thick with a chilling tension. Magnus spoke first, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm: "It's quite a sight to see Slaanesh's darling reduced to being hunted by hunters and forced into hiding."

Fugrim's mutilated throat emitted a hoarse snort as he retorted, "It's better than some people who are obsessed with psionic trickery and end up not even being able to protect their own home, forced to eke out a living in the warp."

After those two sarcastic remarks, they both knew this was not the time for infighting. Magnus broke the silence and said in a deep voice, "Enough with the nonsense, let's join forces."

Forgrim was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and retorted, "You expect me to obey a scheming bastard like you?"

"Don't you want revenge?" Magnus asked calmly, hitting the nail on the head.

Forgrim's expression suddenly turned cold. Of course he wanted revenge. He had suffered two setbacks in a row. The first time, he was stripped of half of his essence, and this time he was being hunted down by a madman.

He agreed in a deep voice, finally agreeing to join forces with Magnus, but a heavy sense of apprehension still weighed on his heart. Magnus was a terrifying being who could easily defeat the Primarch, which made him unable to feel at ease.

As if seeing through his concerns, Magnus calmly said, "There's no need to worry about that. The Lord of Changes has already descended. That being who was only one step away from becoming a pseudo-emperor and who is the successor to the Corpse Emperor is already firmly trapped in his own seat and has no possibility of intervening in the battle."

These words instantly dispelled the gloom in Forgrim's heart. He immediately burst into wild laughter, his voice hoarse and grating due to his mutilated throat, yet filled with deep-seated resentment: "Hahaha, it was that damned bastard! He severely injured me and stole a part of my essence!"

He never intended to hide this matter. As the demon prince of Tzeentch, Magnus possessed knowledge and intelligence spanning the entire universe. The secret of his origin being stolen could not possibly escape the other party's eyes.

Magnus chuckled lightly, without denying it.

Admittedly, facing Primarchs Guilliman and Feralus, along with the mysterious and powerful figure who had previously inflicted a crushing defeat on Vogrim, Magnus lacked the confidence to confront them alone, which is why he decided to seek an alliance with Vogrim. If the two traitorous Primarchs fought side by side, they would have a much better chance of defeating the opposing Primarchs.

How many fleets do you have?

"My fleet has just been destroyed by the Human Alliance's superweapon."

"You don't want the two of us to fight an entire fleet, do you?"

"This is where our old friend will have to take responsibility."

"Abaddon!"

The moment the name Abaddon was uttered, Fogrem trembled. If it weren't for the fact that this was Magnus's home turf, Fogrem would have immediately called Slaanesh "loser."

"I will provide a fleet for battle. This time I have prepared eight hundred warships, and I am also allocating more fleets."

Fugrim erupted in hysterical rage: "Abaddon!"

God knows why that being who was chasing him everywhere kept pursuing Abaddon.

Abaddon was so frightened that he tried to run away with the brick.

Magnus immediately activated his psionic magic, using it to forcibly lock everyone in place.

"Forgrim, calm down!"

"If you want revenge, calm down!" Forgrim finally managed to suppress his anger.

Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, has accumulated a fortune over ten thousand years. Apart from lacking Primarch-level combat power, the number of combat units he controls is even greater than it was ten thousand years ago.

The Imperial fleet sailed forward at full speed. Guilliman knew perfectly well that time was money and they had to reach the far side of the moon before Magnus could react.

Guilliman's theory is that the instantaneous destruction of Magnus's fleet would have a strong psychological impact on Magnus, thus buying them time.

Moreover, riding high on the momentum of their great victory, the entire fleet was in high spirits and burning with fighting spirit, and was advancing in an orderly fashion toward the TerraNetway on the far side of the moon.

But before the fleet had gone far, the void suddenly tore open.

Countless twisted and murky warp rifts burst open one after another in the sea of ​​stars, and the Chaos Demon fleets, which had already changed their deployment and disappeared again, surged out in droves. Magnus abandoned a direct confrontation and instead used a treacherous ambush tactic, using the shadows of the warp to conceal his movements and avoid the fatal coverage of neutron annihilation. He waited until the Imperial fleet entered the ambush zone before launching a sudden attack.

A deluge of chaotic torpedoes, corrupted psionic beams, and twisted void cannon fire poured forth, with countless chaotic warships, aberrant warships, and living demon ships firing simultaneously.

A massive horde of rampaging demons, twisted chaotic creations, and grotesque warp creatures surged out of the ships like a tidal wave, frantically attacking the Imperial fleet's formation. Cannon fire and corrupting energy intertwined to form a dark storm that instantly enveloped the entire star field, launching a fierce siege against Guilliman's army.

Magnus was well aware that neutron destruction only kills life and does not destroy the ship's hull. Therefore, he deliberately dispersed the fleet and stretched out the battle lines, never gathering in large groups, so that Fang Yun could not wipe out all the enemy forces at once. He used the most cunning strategy to keep this elite imperial force heading to TerraNetway tightly entangled.

Besides the support of the Primarch's combat power, an unprecedentedly large black fleet surprised him even more. The sheer number of ships far exceeded his expectations, making it the absolute main force of the encirclement and suppression forces.

The Empire also keenly sensed the strange turn of events; more and more enemy fleets were joining the encirclement, and the perimeter was tightening. Guilliman frowned, his expression grave, and asked in a deep voice, "So many warp ships?"

The generals under his command shook their heads, their tone full of doubt and solemnity: "The warp forces do not have a stable means of shipbuilding. Even if they could build them, the efficiency would be extremely low. Most of their warships are plundered from the Imperial fleet or seized after attacking the shipyards of the Imperial Forge World. A fleet of this size is not something that ordinary demon forces can assemble."

"It's Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster!"

"Chaos, Warmaster?" Firus and Guilliman's eyes both gleamed with a dangerous light.