"At the same time, the Silent King's forces, led by General Zandrekh the Crowned, are launching an attack on the Satius System."
"Morgos and the Satius System are close. Once both are occupied, Stormlord Imotekh will be able to pass through the Warp storm and enter the Pariah Nexus."
As he spoke, Guilliman waved his hand in the air.
The ceiling suddenly opened, and a Cherubim—huh?
A machine, similar in size to a Cherubim, also with wings, but shaped like a miniature Doraemon, slowly flew out of the ceiling.
That was a self-operating servitor designed by Belisarius Cawl to replace Cherubim, named Mini Doraemon.
Its functions were basically similar to those of a Cherubim, but it didn't require wetware. Just by designing its appearance this way, its machine spirit itself was extremely powerful, even more intelligent than Cherubim using wetware.
Moreover, it could, to some extent, amplify the operating efficiency of surrounding machinery and increase the probability of enemy weapons malfunctioning. Its cost was also lower, so it quickly replaced the original Cherubim in various places.
It's just that its art style seemed a bit out of place in this galaxy; at least to Guilliman, it was a bit too cute, not serious enough, not solemn enough.
But... at least he didn't have to look at those grotesque flying baby corpses anymore. Saint Doraemon's aesthetic was much better than the Emperor's.
The Mini doraemon's eyes suddenly glowed, projecting a star map that showed the positions of the stars within the Nephilim Sector.
Morgos and the Satius System were on the edge of the Nephilim Sector. These two systems were close, and the Blackstone on them was still having some effect, causing the nearby Warp storms to be relatively weaker.
The Silent King had formed an alliance with Stormlord Imotekh. Stormlord Imotekh was attacking the Morgos System, while General Zandrekh the Crowned, under the Silent King, was heading to Satius.
Their intention was clear: to try and tear open a breach, allowing Stormlord Imotekh's forces to enter the Pariah Nexus.
"What is the objective of this operation?" Fulgrim raised his head slightly, looking at the star map and asking.
Guilliman extended his hand slightly, and a horizontal line started from the Morgos System, 貫穿the entire Pariah Nexus, all the way to the Volian-Vash System on the other end.
"The Silent King must have formed an alliance with Stormlord Imotekh in some way, intending to use Stormlord Imotekh's forces to attack the Necrons Anrakyr the Traveller, who is currently in the Volian-Vash System."
"Stormlord Imotekh clearly doesn't want to go around the entire sector to reach Volian-Vash, because that way he would have to face raging Warp storms and all of our forces."
"His plan is clearly to borrow the Silent King's controlled territory, cross the Nephilim Sector, and reach the Volian-Vash System directly."
"A relatively reasonable plan." Fulgrim nodded in agreement, "In that case, Morgos and the Satius System are very important, aren't they?"
"If they break through these two systems, Stormlord Imotekh's path to Volian-Vash will be almost unopposed."
"Exactly." Guilliman nodded in agreement.
A few glints of light flashed in the purple eyes of the clone Primarch: "Then why haven't you responded yet? We should act immediately!"
"Necrons forces are extremely fast. Their inertia-less engines allow them to easily travel at superluminal speeds in the material universe. From our perspective, they almost suddenly disappear and suddenly reappear."
Guilliman's expression remained unchanged as he calmly looked at Fulgrim and said:
"Even a Warp Engine would find it difficult to catch up to their speed of movement. With just this mobility, they can gain the upper hand. Normally, even if we reacted now, it would already be too late."
"You also said, 'normally'!" Fulgrim's thin lips curled slightly upwards: "Give me a fleet armed with any star gates, and I will immediately go to these two systems. Stormlord Imotekh's forces will not cross the Emperor's Children's solid wall."
"Whether you go to Morgos or Satius, you will face a pincer attack from Zandrekh's and Imotekh's forces. That would be a brutal meat grinder. You are not 罗格.多恩; that battlefield is not for you."
"I have a son who always says he is the son of 罗格.多恩. This is a good opportunity for him to prove himself." Fulgrim looked at Solaq beside him and said with a smile.
Solaq's expression became serious.
"Zandrekh, he is a formidable opponent, powerful, cautious, yet elusive. I once lost to him, but if I can have such an opportunity, I will wash away the shame—"
"You will have that chance, son." A somewhat brilliant expression appeared on Fulgrim's lips: "As you can see, Guilliman, the Emperor's Children will not retreat. There is no need for cowardice in the realm of perfection."
"But those I sent to those two systems are precisely cowards." Guilliman stared at Fulgrim and said.
Fulgrim frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
Guilliman ignored Fulgrim's question. He simply looked up at the star map in the air.
The star map was reflected in Guilliman's eyes, seemingly mirroring the movements of the Necrons forces among the stars.
Guilliman seemed to be analyzing and understanding the thoughts surging in Stormlord Imotekh's mind through these clues.
"I believe what is happening in the Morgos and Satius Systems is merely a feint." He calmly told Fulgrim.
In the Satius System, the Gloriana-class Battleship Conqueror was like a bloody blade piercing through the dark void, raging between the Necrons and Imperial fleets with a maddening, living frenzy.
Even the Necrons forces found it extremely difficult to contend with this barbaric behemoth, which had been steeped in the Warp for ten thousand years and was highly deformed and mutated.
The macro-cannons were the Conqueror's claws, the lances were the Conqueror's blades, and the boarding torpedoes were the Conqueror's outstretched tentacles. Under this barbaric and frenzied assault, the Necrons fleet was forcibly torn open, allowing the Conqueror to plunge into their ranks, directly bearing down on General Zandrekh the Crowned's flagship.
Boarding torpedoes rained down directly on Zandrekh's flagship, tearing open cold breaches, allowing the roaring World Eaters to scream and charge inside.
"Obyron, my loyal guardian, look how valiant these young warriors are! They roar! They thirst for blood! They never retreat!"
Zandrekh sat in the core of the tomb ship, watching the scenes flashing across the light screen before him.
The World Eaters in crimson power armor were like a tide of blood. Their killing intent was high, wielding chain weapons to swiftly cut down Necronss, hacking off metal heads one by one.
"Rather than valiant, I would say barbaric, reckless, and insane." Zandrekh's guardian Obyron, with his arms wrapped around his war scythe, said coldly.
"Recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice, my guardian." Zandrekh smiled faintly, seemingly completely unconcerned about the World Eaters who had invaded his ship.
A beast-like roar erupted from outside the door. Roaring chainswords hacked at the living metal door, instantly tearing it into shattered fragments.
A severed Necron head was thrown at Zandrekh's feet.
Dozens of World Eaters, their faces twisted and roaring, surged into the core of the tomb ship.
The Butcher's Nails on the heads of these berserkers were hissing and roaring, clearly controlled by rage.
"Welcome! Brave Necron warriors!"
"Though you are rebellious traitors, your courage is still admirable."
"Allow me, Zandrekh the Crowned, to pay my respects to you————"
"For Regent Kossolax!!! Kill!!"
Zandrekh's words were only half-spoken when a World Eaters berserker impatiently let out a savage roar.
The berserker leaped up, swinging his chain axe at Zandrekh's head.
The Obyron moved.
His heavy metal body displayed unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, the berserker who lunged at Zandrekh was cut into three pieces by the Obyron's war scythe, falling to the ground, spilling blood and organs.
Before the World Eaters could react, eight berserkers who were positioned closer were also slashed by the war scythe.
The heavy ceramite power armor was like paper, easily torn by the war scythe, leaving only a pile of mangled corpses on the ground.
The Obyron's terrifying strength, the pile of shattered bodies on the ground, the constant scent of blood in the air—all of this combined violently assaulted the World Eaters' nerves, stimulating the Butcher's Nails on their heads.
Those instruments of torture from Nuceria roared, stimulated, and tormented the World Eaters' nerves, implanting irrational rage into their minds, attempting to make them completely lose their sanity and turn into beasts.
In pain and torment, a figure gradually appeared before the World Eaters' eyes.
That crimson figure, clad in Terminators power armor.
That figure also had the Butcher's Nails on his head, but his eyes gleamed with rational light, not controlled by the Butcher's Nails.
The moment the figure appeared, its spirit seemed to resonate with the World Eaters berserkers.
That figure was precisely the current Lord of the World Eaters Legion, a man whose spiritual resilience allowed him to resist the Butcher's Nails for ten thousand years, the entrusted minister Angron had left behind before his death, the spiritual idol of countless World Eaters, Regent Kossolax.
Since Angron's fall, whenever the Butcher's Nails on the World Eaters' heads operated to a certain degree, their minds would synchronize with Kossolax, and Kossolax's figure would appear before their eyes.
Whenever this happened, a faint voice would remind them,
"Think, in this situation, what would the great Regent Kossolax do?"
"What would Kossolax do?"