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The Spirit of Vengeance and the Blackstone Fortress advanced at an incredible speed in the Warp. Under the interference of Horus, the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls had never been so calm, as if the entire Warp was pushing them forward.

From time to time, various distorted warp creatures appeared inside the Spirit of Vengeance. Those ferocious demons did not even dare to approach the throne room where Horus existed. There were two extremely terrifying psychic fluctuations there, which they could not afford to provoke.

They attempted to intimidate other humans on the battleship, but the Space Marines of the Sons of Horus simply ignored them, and some of the more ill-tempered ones even gave them a punch, completely blowing their bodies apart.

Especially the hot-tempered First Captain Abaddon. The increasing number of Warp Demons on the battleship made him irritated and uneasy. He gave advice to his father, but Horus told him not to worry.

"We are not slaves of Chaos. They are just our temporary allies, the forces we have to rely on in order to overthrow the false emperor."

"We and the Warp have never been one and the same. Be patient, my son."

There were quite a lot of people who thought like Abaddon in the Sons of Horus Legion. These proud Astartes still insisted on their pride as human beings. They were extremely disdainful of their companions who had become slaves of Chaos like the Emperor's Children and the World Eaters.

What they want is to overthrow the false emperor and save humanity, not to destroy it.

On the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance, the shadows of many huge furnaces emerged. The conveyor belts burning with poisonous flames and spewing thick smoke turned this Glorious Queen-class battleship into a foundry.

The clanging sounds and the roar of heavy industrial machinery replaced the previous silence, and Vashtor simply projected part of his power onto Horus' flagship.

"Damn it! These abominations are desecrating our Vengeful Spirit." Abaddon frowned and cursed, but this was Horus' order, so he could only hold his nose and bear it.

"Ezekiel," Horus called to his eldest son.

Abaddon immediately ran over, and Horus ordered him to make all the Astartes take off their power armor and hand over their weapons.

If it were anyone else who dared to ask a Space Marine to take off his armor and hand over his weapon, he would probably have lost his head long ago, but it was Horus who gave the order, and they obeyed the Warmaster's orders 100%.

With the help of the servitors, the Gastlin Terminators took off their heavy cavalry power armor. Weapons such as power swords and chainswords were neatly placed together, while the unarmored Astartes stood side by side.

The company commander saw his combat brothers. Some of them had grown mutated bone spurs and tumors on their bodies, while others had become abnormally tall and no longer looked like humans.

The corruption of Chaos is spreading among the Legion, whether they truly believe in it or not.

Abaddon felt bitter, but he simply ordered the pharmacists and the sages of the Dark Mechanicus to help his battle-brothers remove the mutated parts of their bodies.

Horus tore open the veil between the Warp and the real universe, and with incredible strength he grabbed a human hive world that had been captured by the rebels.

There are more than 10 billion humans on this life-bearing planet. After their planet was captured by the Warmaster's army, they were not massacred as advertised. On the contrary, they were well provided for, as if Horus really came to liberate them.

They enjoyed a few months of good times, without having to work hard for tithes or be drafted into brutal wars.

It seems like the years are peaceful.

There were even some who were so moved by the kindness shown by Horus that they were willing to give up their faith in the Emperor and join the Warmaster's camp to fight for the Wolf-God's greater vision.

However, Horus's mercy was not without cost. In fact, these mortals were like livestock that were kept in captivity and waited for the right time to be slaughtered. The wolf-shepherd god's preferential treatment made them feel the beauty of the world, but at this moment, everything had to be paid for.

Demons like a tide appeared on this human world. The malice of the Warp was nakedly displayed in front of these naive mortals. Vashtor's followers, the demons, descended here to accept Horus's gift.

When beauty is shattered and heaven falls into hell, Horus and Vashtor are able to extract the most fear and resentment from humans, and those souls in extreme pain are more valuable than those who are tortured and numb.

Billions were sacrificed to the Forge Master and the Warp in a single day, and unspeakable horrors of slaughter and torture took place in the depths of the Warp.

And those demons that devoured many human souls were forged by Vashtor into the weapons and armor of the Sons of Horus. Those demons screamed and prayed for the mercy of the Lord of the Forge. However, in the eyes of these beings, the demons of the Warp and the humans who were sacrificed were essentially no different.

During this grand ceremony, Chaos Daemons were sealed into the equipment of the Space Marines, and the evil power of the Warp possessed the weapons, giving them even greater power.

When the Sons of Horus put on their armor and picked up their weapons again, they had in their hands a terrifying power far greater than ever before. The Wolf Shepherd God armed his sons so that they could better serve his great cause.

Chapter 450 The troops are divided into three groups

"My angel brother, have you made any new discoveries in your observations of the future?"

In the center of the Skyhawk's bridge, Jaghatai Khan was facing the holographic screen on the command platform, communicating remotely with Sanguinius and Lion's Johnson.

Since the three are currently scattered in different star systems in the Beta Garmon Cluster, the Primarchs hold routine meetings every once in a while to discuss the situation and make decisions.

In the holographic projection, Sanguinius's extremely handsome face revealed a look of helpless apology. He shook his head slightly, indicating that he had not discovered anything.

"Chagatai, my ability to predict the future is not as accurate and real as Curze's. In fact, you can think of it as an elusive flash of inspiration."

"Only very rarely do I see useful information from the future, and for some reason, my accuracy has been plummeting since Macragge returned to Terra."

When Sanguinius apologized with deep regret, no one could remain indifferent, not even the aloof Chagatai Khan.

He could still control himself and comfort Sanguinius not to worry, but the Blood Angels guarding the Father of Genes could no longer contain their impatience and anxiety.

"Don't blame yourself, brother. The future is changing, and that's a good thing." Chagatai smiled.

"If everything is predetermined, then what is the meaning of our actions and efforts? We are not a piece of text in the book of fate. It is precisely because the future is never predetermined that we must move forward courageously."

The Lion King listened to his brothers' conversation, his attention always on the star map. Horus still hadn't shown up until now, which was not a good sign.

During this time, Lion had been simulating the war with Horus in his brain. His super brain was able to abstract the behavior patterns and tactical characteristics of the wolf god based on the historical record of Horus he knew.

In his heart, there was already a "Horus" fighting with him in the air. Lion imagined Horus to be extremely powerful, in order to force himself to make more perfect and accurate decisions.

However, Horus never showed up, and Lion's various calculations were like a punch on cotton, with no effect.

Ryan Johnson knew very well that at this decisive moment, whoever became impatient and unstable would be at a disadvantage, so he just started to advance steadily in the Beta Garmon Cluster according to his original plan.

The fleet led by Jaghatai penetrated deep into the area controlled by Horus, conducting harassment and raids while investigating the situation, while Sanguinius integrated the Titan Legion and surface forces, continuously seizing and expanding the area controlled by the Empire.

As for Zhuang Sen himself, he controlled the largest number of imperial fleets and waited on standby, ready to launch a thundering attack after Horus revealed a flaw.

His new Caliban has become the command center. A large number of staff officers and think tanks, with the help of the intelligent brain core, summarize the intelligence of the entire Beta Garmon Cluster.

"The great victory of Zeta Garmon is a valuable victory. We have publicized this news widely, which is enough to boost our confidence." Ryan said.

"Sanguinius, how is the situation over there?" Chagatai asked back.

"It's under my control, but it's not easy." Sanguinius rarely showed such a helpless expression, but integrating those Titan legions took him a lot of effort.

"We have more than thirty Titan Legions in Betagarmon. They come from different Forge Worlds, have completely different cultures and traditions, and also have completely different command systems... Emperor, it is indeed difficult to unite them."

Ryan glanced sideways in slight surprise. He had originally thought that his angel brother would never be bothered by these trivial matters.

And most importantly, how could anyone ignore the charm of Sanguinius?

"Don't be surprised, Lion." Sanguinius looked at the Lion King, "Each Titan God Machine has its own pride. They are loyal to different Titan Legions. Beside me, there are at least three different commanders who claim to have supreme authority."

"I had to work hard to unite them. Instead, the traitors, united by fanaticism, fear, and the authority of Horus, made slow progress in the Titan Wars."

"Sometimes I really envy Guilliman. What's the difference between his brain and ours? If it were Guilliman, he would be able to command more than a hundred loyal troops with ease."

Lion knew that there was some complaint and exaggeration in Sanguinius' words. Although the Archangel was indeed not a Primarch who was good at commanding large-scale wars, he was still a Primarch.

Even the one who was least skilled at command among the Primarchs, excluding Konrad Curze, was not an existence that could be touched by mortals.

Through star maps and battle reports, Ryan has seen that Sanguinius united those Titan legions, as well as other stragglers in the Beta Garmon Cluster, and attacked the core area of ​​the cluster directly.

The traitor territories in the center of the star cluster had to defend against the Archangels' fierce attacks. The Dark Mechanicus on Delta Garmon II transformed the wreckage of destroyed war machines into huge fortifications, and the city of Nilken on Beta Garmon II had turned its guns around, waiting to fight against the arrival of the loyalists.

What was left for Sanguinius was undoubtedly a tough nut to crack. Compared to the beyond-visual-range strikes commonly used in the larger space naval battles, the battles on the planet's surface were fist-to-flesh and extremely bloody.

Titans battle each other across the planet's surface, piercing their opponents with plasma and melta cannons, or closing in on them with giant power claws.

Mortal auxiliaries and Astartes legions joined the battlefield like dumplings, and then disappeared under the horrific artillery fire and earthquake-like shock waves.

Even though the warriors loyal to the Emperor possess more advanced and powerful weapons and equipment, they are still pitifully small in such a grand war.

Ryan is not used to showing his emotions directly. He seems to be always so cold and ruthless, and he treats everything from a rational perspective in exchange for losses.

He understood that both Jaghatai and Sanguinius were facing severe tests, but neither of them had given any signal to request reinforcements.

Because compared to the Blood Angels and the White Scars, the Dark Angels, who were fighting against the enemy's Void Fleet while guarding against Horus's main force that had not yet appeared, bore the heaviest pressure.

All defense plans have been formulated and are being implemented. Every warship and every soldier has a place to go and a mission to perform.

At this time, no matter which forces are withdrawn, it will cause an imbalance on the battlefield in another place.

Lion has done everything he can. The only thing he needs to do now is to continue to wait and prepare to fight against the invitation of the decisive battle from Horus.

"Horus, what are you waiting for?" Ryan clenched his fists, almost crushing the alloy command platform.

"If you don't attack, once we capture Betagarmon II and III, the entire galaxy will be doomed, and you will never be able to cross the Betagarmon star cluster and set foot on Terra again."

Ryan was convinced that his opponent would never make such a low-level mistake, and he must have other plans.

Chapter 451 Angel of Mercy

"Ryan went a little too far. I could tell he was too nervous and paranoid."

"Horus has become his shadow. Although he is unwilling to admit it, in his heart, Horus has always been a target that troubles him."

After finishing the meeting with his brothers, Sanguinius leaned back on the throne that left enough room for his wings. The Archangel supported his chin with his right hand and stared deeply at the star map in front of him.

"I am very worried that he will lose control at a critical moment because of the shadow in his heart."

The leader of the Holy Blood Guard, Azkaelon, was beside his father, combing and polishing the archangel's gorgeous white wings, smoothing out the frizzy feathers.

This invincible killing god who could tear Khorne's bloodthirsters apart with his bare hands on the battlefield seemed to enjoy it. Azkaelon's movements were extremely delicate and gentle, just like those mortal women when taking care of their babies.

But even the most patient care could not resist the influence of the archangel's sorrowful heart, and a white feather fell off naturally, and was held in the palm of Azkaelon's hand with the fastest reaction speed in his life.

A complex emotion of heartache and joy appeared on Azkaelon's face. Just as he was about to put it away, Sanguinius had already turned his head and looked at his son who was doing little movements.

"You really want my feathers? Azkaelon?" the archangel said gently.

"Yes, yes, sir." The leader of the Holy Blood Guard answered the Father of Genes with some stammering.

"Then keep it. I'm right here. Why are you so obsessed with my fallen feathers?"

The angel waved his hands and muttered to himself.

Azkaelon, with a look of joy on his face, put the feather into the interlayer of his power armor. He wanted to store it in a stasis field as his own personal collection.

This must not be known to other battle brothers, otherwise this precious collection will be lost.

"I don't know how Radron completed his mission. He went to the world of Gamma Minoris Garmon to save the mortals there. This is a difficult mission."

Sanguinius's gaze seemed to penetrate the star map and fall on distant Minoris.

According to Lion's strategic division, the enemies Sanguinius needs to face mainly include Betagarmon II and III. There are still troops loyal to the Empire on these planets who are resisting stubbornly, and they are in urgent need of support.

But Sanguinius couldn't bear to give up on the other worlds along the way. They might not be as important as Betagarmon, but there were also countless human beings suffering there.

They sent star messages for help day after day, longing for assistance from the Empire, but the only ones who could respond quickly were Sanguinius and his Blood Angels.

After comprehensive consideration, the Archangel squeezed out as much time and energy as possible, allowing his sons to lead the Blood Angels to save those worlds.