Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Did we fight back?"

After hearing Imotek's words, Guilliman put down the ring given by the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, and everything he saw disappeared.

No need to look further, the Primarch knew what was happening.

The five supreme ministers must have been convinced that the Necrons did not actually want to start a war, and that the human empire did have the possibility to avoid war.

In terms of military strategy, it is correct not to push the enemy into a desperate situation.

As high-ranking enemies of the Necrons, when the High Lords of the Human Empire no longer believe that war is inevitable as the Primarch said, but have a glimmer of hope, they will become unsteady.

It is still a trivial matter to break the will to fight. Guilliman feels that the most terrifying thing about Imotek's behavior is that it may lead to the breakdown of the cooperative relationship between Tyron and the Empire.

"I thought the Storm King valued glory and would use fair and just means." Guilliman returned the ring to the Grand Master. "Now it seems that the difference between him and the Silent King is that he can fight."

"Of course it pays attention to honor, but it is a true general." The emperor said, "There is no room for honor and etiquette in a fierce war. The only truth is to win the war at all costs, and Imotek is a A military commander who is good at all strategies and tactics."

Guilliman nodded and sighed.

After a few seconds of silence, Guilliman suddenly asked the Emperor: "How can you enter the tomb world? Isn't their tomb world shrouded in black stone that suppresses psychic energy?"

The emperor himself felt strange about this matter. He thought for a while and shrugged: "Perhaps it was because I wanted to prevent the five supreme ministers who went to the tomb world from having their souls wiped out by the black stone. Maybe it was because of others. for what reason.”

Guilliman thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Maybe it just wants us to know about this, because if I punish the Supreme Lord, the consequences will be very heavy."

"Then we can't let these guys go!" the emperor said anxiously.

"Of course we can't let it go." Guilliman shook his head. "It's the lesser of two evils. The High Lords Council has been able to survive until now because I made the best choice between the two harms. When their existence brings If the harm from their coming outweighs the harm from their disappearance, I will get rid of them without hesitation.”

Hearing that Guilliman wanted to get rid of the Council of High Lords, the Grand Master of the Assassin Court, as the Supreme Lord, had no reaction.

He and his Grand Master of the Assassin Court, who was like a father and a teacher, had the same idea, which was to support the original body.

From the perspective of profit needs, the establishment of the High Lords Council will have no impact on itself.

Not to mention that the favors that the original body can bestow will be unimaginably rich. Even if the High Lords Council exists, wouldn't the Grand Master's position still only take care of the affairs of the Assassin's Court in the shadow of the Empire?

"I will purge the High Lords Council."

Guilliman stood up from his throne and spoke these shocking words to everyone present.

And Calga thought: Finally!

"The Solar System Navy has left the solar system." The Grand Master of the Assassin Court immediately began to make suggestions for the original body. "The Solar System Auxiliary Army is still there, the Imperial Fist Chapter is still there, and there are some private soldiers. As for the Imperial Army... they should not be involved. And this matter, as long as the war does not reach the palace. "

As the leader of the forces in the shadow of the empire, the Grand Master of the Assassin Court thought of a simple and direct sword fight.

He has never believed that legal principles are of any use. Although the High Lords Council was established with the approval of Guilliman himself, more than 10,000 years have passed and the dissolution of the High Lords Council is not something that Guilliman can do with just one sentence. .

"You are the leader of the Assassins, aren't you?" the Emperor asked.

"That's true." The Grand Master of the Assassin Court nodded, "It's easy to kill an individual. If it's just to kill a few people, I can make the High Lords Council bleed into a river right now."

Guilliman agreed: "You are right. If you only kill a few people, this matter can even be carried out quietly, but if I want to dissolve the Council of High Lords, I will make the five supreme ministers bloody They were thrown on the spot, shocking others with their deaths, and announcing to everyone the consequences of trying to compromise in this war.”

Guilliman chose to carry out this matter openly, and it was now up to his descendants to make suggestions for their genetic father.

"The Imperial Fists and Phalanx are indeed difficult to deal with, but we don't need to fight a civil war with them at all. They are not stupid people. Maybe they will let our entire legion enter the solar system with just a conversation." One of the Four Heroes Felix said.

"But Dorn, the primarch of the Imperial Fists, is known as a rock and is extremely stubborn, and so are his descendants." Calgar asked Felix, "Which of us can speak eloquently enough to convince the Imperial Fists? We know We only wanted to disband the High Lords Council established by our father, but the Imperial Fists saw that our entire fleet and legion had gone to the solar system instead of going to the front line, and they would not think the same as us."

Felix fell silent.

The Tigurias think tank and others have no good solution.

Until an Astartes whose armor was painted in red and blue spoke.

"Since the sons of Dorne are stubborn and hard to persuade, the only thing we can do is to replace our mouths with weapons!"

This Space Marine was once the Chapter Master of the Primaris Chapter, joining the Legion along with the other Ultramarines sub-chapters after the Legion's integration.

Their fighting characteristics are belligerent, but when immersed in the battle, they will use almost cold-blooded rationality to think about all issues related to combat.

Whenever his eyes glanced at this warrior, Guilliman's eyes would fall on the silent Caul, inevitably raising questions about his past research behavior.

As if to prevent Guilliman from asking, Caul took the initiative to speak: "We also have to consider the Adeptus Mechanicus. Maybe we should go to Mars, and then pull the new Foundry General down and replace him with a more suitable person. ,like me."

Guilliman tilted his head, pointed at Caul and asked, "You are not Caul, are you? You are a corrupted Caul!"

Caul himself was not interested in forging generals. The one who always wanted to be a forging general was Caul who was created by Caul. This guy was also called Guilliman Caul.

Caul did not argue. The answer was obvious. It was not Caul himself who gave Guilliman the Ultramarines he had accumulated so far.

Without worrying about where Caul's true form was, Guilliman stood up and said to everyone: "When I am about to arrive in the solar system, all of you will immediately leave for the war front and accept the leadership of Llane El'Jonson, my brother. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started talking.

"It is your duty to defend humanity." Guilliman raised his voice, "You are my proud descendants, not tools of rule, let alone weapons used against the descendants of my other brothers. Do what you should do most. things.”

"But...but your safety..." Calgar racked his brains to persuade Guilliman.

"I will contact the Lord of Tyrone before arriving on Terra." Guilliman used these words to put Calgar's heart at ease.