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Angron looked at the scene on the light curtain with admiration, and he couldn't help but sigh: "They played very well."

Indeed, this is what anyone will say after seeing this tiny Cadian company wipe out 3,500 traitors and a Chaos wizard with 375 soldiers.

If this is not a simulation, but a real battle. Each of these soldiers will be awarded a medal, and the platoon leader who died in battle will be posthumously named a battle hero. The battle cry before his death greatly inspired the will of all Cadians in the communication channel. They swarmed like crazy, and three hundred and seventy-five people dismembered the rebels alive.

One soldier even bit an enemy's throat with his own teeth.

"How did you come up with this simulation system? The level of realism is terrifying..."

"It's very simple, a little mental suggestion spell and high-level illusion magic. And all kinds of automatic monitoring magic circles to protect their lives, add all these together and it's almost - oh, I almost forgot, And substance conversion spells. The dirt and the destroyed artillery are real."

Angron couldn't understand a word of He Shenyan's words.

He knew every word apart, but when put together, he couldn't understand a word. Still, he nodded and said, "Can the Astartes use this set?"

To his surprise, the Master's answer was no.

"Honestly, I don't recommend that you use this system too. The simulation training system they use may not work for you, which means I have to increase the power of mental suggestion spells. At that time, you may would really fall into—I mean…”

"If you die in a mock battle, your body will actually think you're dead."

Angron pondered for a while: "If it can't be used, it's fine, they can maintain their state even if they practice against each other."

Speaking of this, the Primarch couldn't help but laugh.

However, there was no gentle smile that should have been in that smile.

He still didn't say the second half - the Astartes would have a jump gang melee fight every three days, whether it was the enemy jump gang or their active jump gang. This kind of combat intensity cannot be said to be very high, it can only be said to be very high.

"I really can't imagine that those idiots didn't realize our existence until now."

In fact, He Shenyan didn't expect this situation.

He thought about the alliance of the four gods and demons,

I thought about the mutiny primarch coming to the door, and even made a plan for it. But there's a sense of humour in reality - no one found out where they were and no one reacted to it. The so-called joint offensive seemed to have no place in the minds of these traitors.

"It really caught me off guard." He Shenyan nodded in agreement, reaching out his hand to extinguish the light curtain.

He lay back, leaning back on the chair, his hands in the shape of a spire, his eyes were deep darkness.

"It's not incomprehensible, given that they have no such thing as organization and discipline."

As the mage spoke, he remembered the description of the imperial data. The Khorne army, they say, places great emphasis on discipline and tactics, and the famous fallen traitors are all well-known generals.

Well, the mage can refute this sentence with his own personal experience.

All farts.

organize? discipline? They wandered carelessly behind enemy lines for so long, without encountering any prepared enemy, or a fleet of more than ten ships. Either the stragglers ran into them, or they were discovered in advance and directly turned into ashes.

Those who believe in Khorne are mindless, those who believe in Slaanesh are fiddling with gatherings of people all day long, none of those who believe in Tzeentch can be seen, and those who believe in Nurgle are even rarer.... He Shenyan suddenly felt that it was a joke that he treated them so solemnly—that's what he said, but if he really underestimated the enemy, he would definitely suffer.

Angron stood up, he wasn't in a hurry, but being trapped between enemies was not a good thing. Although these traitors have little communication with each other, and will even go to war with each other, this greatly facilitates the concealment of their battles. However, he has not forgotten his oath.

He's going to find survivors and save them -- any possible survivor is his goal. Nai He has sailed so far, and all he has seen are enemies. They scanned every broken planet, and none of them had humans alive. All are dead planets.

"How are you recovering?" He turned his head and asked the mage.

"I've recovered a long time ago, and I'm even getting used to it a little bit." The mage said half-jokingly, then was silent for a while.

He said slowly: "What do you think, how about we rush directly into the warp?"

"...Are you kidding me?" Angron asked rhetorically. "If this is a joke, your sense of humor may have waned recently."

He didn't see any smile on the mage's face, so the Primarch said, "Not to mention what you want to do in that hellish place, we still have mortals on board."

He Shenyan still maintained that thoughtful expression.

"The hull's own protective circle will keep them going until the end of the voyage—you misunderstood me, Angron. I didn't want to go into the warp and drop directly into the faces of the traitors to have a close encounter with them. I I want to go on warp voyages."

Angron frowned: "But, didn't you say you can't go on warp voyages anymore?"

"Not if it's a long voyage. But I have other plans."

The Empire's warp engine technology is quite advanced. The warp engine can tear a gap in the real space and make the ship enter the warp, and then tear another gap at the target to return to the real space. This revolutionary invention could compress the travel time of generations to around a few days.

But it also has limitations - such as being extremely dependent on mutants like navigators, and having to carry bulky warp engines from large ships, and access to the warp near Mandeville Point.

Mandeville Point, in official Imperial sources, is defined as the minimum distance a ship can safely enter or leave the Warp without the gravitational interference of stars or other celestial bodies. If a ship enters or exits the warp prematurely, it could spell disaster for the ship or the world around it.

To avoid this, they had to make warp voyages near Mandeville Point. However, after the explosion of Cadia, the vicinity of the big rift has become a chaotic carnival, and the warp can affect reality at will, not to mention finding the Mandeville point, even ordinary voyages may be thrown directly into the subspace. space.

It should be noted that the interior of the warp is chaotic and unpredictable, and no experienced navigator dares to say that he can definitely bring the ship to the destination. For tens of thousands of years, countless ships have been lost in the warp, some briefly appearing in the real world, and some never again.

The wizard's fingers bumped against each other, rhythmically snapping together and then immediately separating. A tiny bit of magic swirls between his fingers, forming bluish dots of light, or golden lightning, scarlet fury.

Then, he suddenly said: "The brilliance of the star torch is still burning steadily, and he is still guiding the way for mankind. You should know the essence of the star torch, right?"

Of course Angron knew.

The Star Torch is an ancient invention and a guiding light for the Empire - it is a psionic beacon that emits light steadily in the warp, and a qualified navigator can see the brilliance of the Star Torch and carry the ship with him through the subspace. To put it bluntly, the Star Torch itself is actually a mass of high-intensity psionic energy.

Any qualified psyker can see it.

Not only navigators, but also some Astartes can do this, and sometimes they are blessed by the Star Torch in battle. The Star Torch itself has an amazing ability to kill demons. It is speculated that it should be born out of relationship with the emperor.

However, this great invention is not without a price.

The torch needs to be burned.... So, where does the fuelwood of the Star Torch come from?

The answer is psionicists. There are 10,000 trained psionicists to help provide energy. Star Torch needs to consume an additional 100 psionicists every day. These 100 people often do not leave the Star Torch from birth to death. court. After they have obtained the status of the Chosen, they will be taken to the Hall of Star Torch.

Then it was burned alive to slag.

This is the meaning of sacrifice - these hundred people know their end, but they are willing to give everything for the empire, because they know that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire. Death is meaningful, death is worthwhile, death is a gift from the Emperor.

Angron knew the nature of the Star Torch, and that's why he had a love-hate relationship with this invention.

He said, "I know, what's wrong?"

He Shenyan said lightly: "The star torch is the embodiment of the emperor's psychic energy, which means that anyone who believes in him can connect with this huge amount of psychic energy."

He pointed to his eyes, and the originally black pupils slowly burned with two golden flames at this time: "Although I don't believe in him very much, I have his power - so, I can temporarily borrow some of the star torches. speciality, to connect with some people who are in our neighborhood."

"what do you mean.......?"

"Yes, that's what you think." The mage laughed.

"If someone betrays someone, there will naturally be someone who will always remain loyal. Part of their prayers to the Emperor will be passed on to the Star Torch, then received by me, and then tracked back to their location by me... Then, we'll make a short voyage through the warp directly to their vicinity."

He made a gesture, and Angron took a deep breath.

"If you can really do this, Mage, after we return to the Empire, there may be no honor worthy of you."

He Shenyan smiled noncommittally.

honor?

What he wants is victory.

The war of empires, in the final analysis, is the war of races. Good or evil, cruel or not - in the galaxy, all mankind has one and only one purpose, and that is victory.

Only victory can bring a chance of respite, and the end of defeat is not just as simple as death.

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"I need more than a fleet, you understand? Damn it!"

Guilliman was rarely so angry; But at this time, he looked angry.

"I need heroes with vision and talent, I need fleets, infantry groups, heavy firepower, armored combat vehicles, psykers... I need everything I can use!" Guilliman's The roar could even reach outside from the room.

"Anything! Any-thing! This is an expedition that affects the fate of the entire human race. No one can stay out of it and tell the Assassin Court to immediately send someone to kill those bastards who don't know what to do!"

The liaison officer of the Tribunal nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Guilliman. He took a deep breath. "Listen, I'm sorry—madam, I'm not angry at you."

The short-haired liaison officer nodded again and stood there waiting for his next words.

Sitting behind the desk, Guilliman's expression was a little tired.

He sighed and rubbed his eyebrows. The intensity of the recent work was too much for even a Primarch like him - to plan an expedition, he had to take all aspects into consideration. Logistics, personnel movement, information intelligence. Considering the current situation of the Empire, he can only trust himself.

"The message you just brought really made me a little angry. They can't see the current situation clearly. This is no longer what I heard in private. I fell asleep and went crazy. I want to launch a campaign to drag the empire down. A war into the flames of war..."

Guilliman stared at the liaison officer, as if staring at something else: "The war has never ended, so why start a new war? If you can't recover the lost ground and deal with the traitors around the Great Rift, then , the empire has no future at all."

The liaison officer spoke for the first time, and his voice was cold: "Sir, please order."

Guilliman glanced at her in surprise, then smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry to complain about you, then..."

His door was knocked open, and an Astarte in Seiko power armor walked in, looking anxious. Guilliman recognized him immediately—it was his second company commander, Cato Cassileus.

"The Primarch—" Cato Cassileus glanced at the liaison officer, who immediately left the room with interest and closed the door. He took a deep breath and said something in a heavy tone.

Guilliman's expression darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.