Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"According to the historical records, there is a reason why my main body was late."

Under Dorn's serious frown, Guilliman couldn't help but want to defend his identity, lest this discussion could only lead to one conclusion: if Guilliman could get to Terra quickly, everything would be fine. stand up.

The Emperor sat on the throne because Guilliman did not arrive in time, and ultimately the outcome of the war depended on the duel on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

Guilliman did not want his brothers to think so.

"If you were leading a fleet and wanted to rush over for support, only to find that your radar scanned countless Glory Queen-class battleships like the Vengeful Spirit on the way, what would you do?"

"Dorne, don't tell me you will order the fleet to rush over."

After saying this, Guilliman looked up at Dorne, waiting for a response, and the two looked at each other.

It was hard for Dorn not to think that Guilliman had a point.

According to the secret works compiled by Guilliman himself, the warp influence was raging around Terra during the Horus Heresy, and he scanned many vengeful spirits on his way to support.

So much that it’s despairing.

Dorn knew this very well. He had also seen the data pad held in Horus' hand.

"If that war was fought by clones like us...then Ryan should go to Terra." Guilliman pointed to Caliban on the star map drawn by Fulgrim on the table, "The Sun The subspace storm caused by the mutation in the star field has long been hit by Ryan's fleet."

Guilliman's hand pointed to Terra on the painted star map: "If anyone's fleet can reach Terra with a high probability, then it must be Ryan's fleet. Who knows how many good things he has hidden, after all, even the general I don’t want to keep things like the cannon for myself, but I can give them to Perturabo as a gift.”

After saying that, Guilliman cast another look at Ryan that said, "You dumped the responsibility on me first."

Perturabo, who was sitting in a corner not far away and facing the wall, heard Guilliman talking about him, and his hands that were repairing the equipment stopped for a moment.

From the perspective of other cloning masters, Perturabo was the person least interested in this series of discussions.

But in fact, Perturabo was so interested that the ears under the helmet could almost automatically turn to the direction of someone when someone spoke.

I longed to participate in the discussion, especially the discussion about the defense deployment in the siege of Terra, and start a hearty debate with Dorn.

But Perturabo still sat facing the wall, seemingly indifferent to the discussion.

"If the outcome of the war can be changed, it will definitely be possible." Dorn leaned over the iron table, looking at the star map and march route drawn by Fulgrim, and murmured, "We shouldn't lose, there must be a way. , there must be a way."

He seemed to be standing in for his own body in the most terrifying catastrophe of the human empire ten thousand years ago. He did not regard what everyone was talking about as a discussion about the past. His head was full of thoughts about how to break the situation. I don't care if this kind of thinking has any meaning to clones like them now ten thousand years later.

At this time, a skinless man crawled over quickly and communicated with Magnus.

Then Magnus reminded everyone seriously: "If there is a situation, we must immediately move to another place with these skinless people. The traitors are already raiding the area."

Sanguinius immediately stepped forward to interrupt the discussion: "These things are all in the past. We are now in the enemy's cave. This discussion about whose body is more responsible will only divide us. Let's end it, brothers."

Lion felt dissatisfied. He felt that what Sanguinius said seemed to mean that he had turned the discussion into a division of pots in order to target Guilliman, but he was actually just discussing the matter. If he did not destroy those rebel Mechanicus elements, Do we have to wait for a bunch of engineering weapons and Titans to be built and then send them to Horus to send the palace and Dorne to the sky together?

But even though Ryan thought so, he didn't want to quarrel with Sanguinius, so he could only remain silent.

A group of Primarchs left one after another to help the Skinless Ones carry the crude statue of the Emperor.

Only Perturabo didn't walk so fast. He watched his brothers go away, then walked to the iron table that had just been used to discuss strategy. He used a device to convert the iron table into the tiniest substance and stored it. Then he quickly followed up.

…

Compared with the previous migrations, this time it is much more troublesome.

The interior of the Iron Ring is no longer as clean as before. A large number of renegade Astra Militarum troops have entered those unmanaged areas, searching for and killing the weak ones who live in the darkness.

Renegade Space Marines can be seen everywhere carrying equipment and vehicles to the battlefield.

Curze reluctantly scouted ahead, steering the group away from mortal Chaos followers or hostile Space Marines.

"Have you noticed that there are more and more enemies?"

As everyone moved forward quickly in the shadows, Horus turned back and asked his brothers.

The clone primarchs certainly noticed, and they also knew that Horus's question was not seeking answers, but wanting to explore the reasons behind the increasing number of other Chaos warbands and mortal believers gathering in the Iron Ring.

But no one knows.

After the team marched for a while, everyone stopped at the top of an artificial platform that resembled the top of a mountain.

The skinless ones looked at everything below with eyes filled with hatred and some fear.

Even the cloning masters, who emphasized efficiency, stopped taking steps.

"Father..." Leman Russ exclaimed.

Below the towering platform is a plain-like steel landscape.

Countless knight mechas lined up neatly and advanced on the steel plains, including some ancient models of knights that had long since disappeared from the empire.

The formation of knight mechas is surrounded by numerous demon engines scattered around, and behind them are Titans arrayed in large numbers.

The common feature of these knights and titans is that they have countless blasphemous symbols all over their bodies, but judging from the mutations and weird shapes of their limbs, they do not all belong to the same dark faith.

Behind these densely packed war machines is a giant portal towering into the "cloud". It is glowing with a strange black light and spits out countless terrifying creations like vomiting.

"Sure enough." Horus was not surprised. "As we expected, the Iron Warriors are not the only ones we need to face."

While Guilliman was also watching the astonishing scene in front of him, Curze emerged quietly from behind him and said sinisterly: "It seems that not all reinforcements will be late, and some reinforcements will be much more timely."

Guilliman turned around and knocked aside Curze, and walked to Horus: "We must find a place where communication can be restored to report everything here. If people outside do not expect the enemy's reinforcements, they will pay terrible consequences later. cost."