vncnus Chapter 573 Bjorn: Lemanrus, I am the true master of the Legion!
Chapter 573 Bjorn: Lemanrus, I am the true master of the Legion!
Chapter 573 Bjorn: Lemanrus, I am the true master of the Legion!
Dawn, War Council
At one end of the parliament passage, a transport train slowly came to a stop, and people filed out.
With ample energy thanks to the rotation system and the Empire's increasingly advanced techniques in soul science and biology, these officials quickly passed through the gate, picked up the preliminary report delivered by the servo skull, selectively ignored the pointed-eared men and iron men mixed in, and exchanged simple nods of greeting.
After regaining my composure, I began my workday with the assistance of the equipment.
They were surrounded by an empty military passageway and the magnificent Astartes Guard and the Imperial Guard flags lined both sides. Apart from being closed off, there was no sign of war, only order.
Guilliman and Romulus oversaw the management of this massive facility.
Following the commencement of the Comoros campaign, the current leadership of the empire was reassembled.
Especially Guilliman and Romulus, who control the resources of the entire empire today.
The situation will only escalate from here on out. With Arthur around, the two of them staying together will better ensure their safety and also free up Karna, a fighter who can exert extremely high combat power in both the warp and the real universe.
As for the two of them, they should just stay at their workstations and do their jobs properly. With Arthur, the absolute stabilizing force of reality, the safety of their command center and the accuracy of information projection are the most guaranteed.
The Empire is not what it used to be. The integration of military forces, improved communication conditions, and the reconstruction of trust among Primarchs have made governance no longer a fragmented structure. Primarchs no longer need one person to handle all affairs, and can all shine in their respective areas of expertise.
Then there's Guilliman's Imperial Sword, which is currently being used more as a signal amplifier by Dawnwing to project Imperial Psionic Energy.
As for the so-called special ability of the Emperor's Sword to annihilate demons, everyone just considers it an extra and doesn't really expect to be able to kill anyone in their way.
Relying too much on this weapon makes it easy to lose in a one-on-one fight.
"Ruth has been found?"
Guilliman asked a question.
He handed another stack of reports from the Comoros side, which had been properly executed, to the dejected Hill, whose ruddy and full face was filled with a meaningful smile.
"found it."
Arthur responded to the question.
Space Wolf has reported to the War Council as instructed. Ramses sent the message immediately, but since the distance is still far and there is no need for these high-end combat forces to show themselves, they were not included in the internal network.
The next task is to reunite the troops, including Ryan, Corax, and others, who were scattered while searching for Lemanrus.
Then, we need to assist the Wolf King in breaking through the encirclement of the Chaos Gods, confirm the counterattack capabilities of the Chaos side, and see if we can extract anything from the Chaos Gods.
The Goddess of Life, the Old Woman's Sword, the Fragment of Saint Geres, Clues to Rogdoryn and Volkan, etc.
Since we've already come all this way, with hundreds of thousands of troops, we can't just stop after taking down one wolf king.
Arthur looked around.
Amidst the envious gazes of the dark angels, Azrael, standing beside the Lord of Knights, quickly tapped the table.
A map of the current situation in the Milky Way quickly unfolds.
To the left is Comoros, where, amidst towering ruins, the Necromancers and the Dark Eldar continue their relentless war of attrition. The sky shimmers with swirling, ferocious light, reflecting the landscape of the Demon Realm.
It's meant for the Primarch and the chosen ones, so it's not corrupted.
The west side presented a similar chaotic scene.
The main area is the region surrounded by Lemanrus, and various colors and depths are used to show the gods' projection of their power onto this area and its distribution.
If we had to use spatial structure to describe its position in the Warp, it would be on the edge of Nurgle's Realm. However, the Warp is still the Warp, so whether this edge is truly an edge is a question, and when exactly Lemanrus was blocked by Magnus is also a question.
From the perspective of the Wings of Dawn, a few days ago, the Chaos Cluster began to concentrate in that direction, and the power it invested became exceptionally fierce through some medium. The Clown God noticed this, but he quickly returned halfway because he intercepted news of Ahriman.
Arthur's gaze shifted again.
The above shows the activity paths of the gods in the subspace.
Kolax was in charge.
Old Nineteen has a psychological aversion to dealing with people, and he doesn't dare to lead people to their deaths, but there's nothing he can do. Arthur is now leading a large number of regiments in the Nineteenth Legion.
Korax, relying on his combat prowess and the advantage of working alone, primarily helped the Dawnwings explore the warp.
Compared to the past when they were struggling to cope with the threat from Peturabo, now that they have more people, they no longer need to rely on brute force to deal with situations.
While the normal Primarchs weren't as overpowered as those four, they were still classified as part of the God race in the eyes of the Eldar, and they were capable of doing quite a lot.
Leaving aside the fact that domination is a routine matter for every Primarch, things like team fighting, farming jungle camps in the Warp, placing control wards, reporting enemy movements, and fighting against the generals under the command of the gods in the top lane are actually very easy things.
Not to mention there's also the veteran tutor, Qiao Gaoqi.
This clown god may have low stats, but his skill level is high.
The Dawnwings fully absorbed the lessons of the Emperor's Riddlers, and their first priority for returning to the Primarch was to help them correctly understand the Warp and know what their enemy really was, so that they wouldn't end up like the Great Rebellion, where they didn't even know what the Emperor's purpose was in launching the Great Crusade after the war was over.
Moreover, the history of the Eldar is indeed rich and profound. Many problems that even emperors don't fully understand are quite normal, verifiable, and for which solutions can be found by Qiao Gaoqi, a living historian.
As for whether the proud Primarch is willing to set aside his pride and seek knowledge from a foreign deity.
Although the existence of the Emperor, such a complex and contradictory individual, makes each of the 21 Primarchs of the Empire, plus the Emperor, uniquely remarkable, they all possess their own extraordinary qualities.
No matter what he does, his son always wants the emperor to kiss, hug, and lift him up high. His brothers are envious and jealous of him. But when his superiors see him seriously carrying out his mission, they just treat him like a child. Sigh, he's truly my son, so awesome.
Then I went to do my own thing.
He didn't say anything, leaving a bunch of Primarchs to worry about him, making the whole thing as convoluted as an 8 PM primetime drama aimed at middle-aged women.
Overall, although dealing with Ryan was somewhat stimulating at first, the Primarch was actually quite easy for the transmigrators to get along with.
If you're saying the Primarch has some nerves, then it's not just a matter of having some.
But if you say that Primarchs are difficult to deal with, that's something worth discussing.
Admittedly, if you want to persuade a Primarch, you must at least be of a similar status to the Primarch, otherwise you will end up like Peturabo's sister.
If the emperor were to appear atop the mountains of Olympia and praise him as his most outstanding son, Peturabo would be so flattered that he would willingly do the dirty and hard work.
Kalifone, Peturabo's foster sister, spent her entire life trying to warm a steel machine, only to be turned to dust by its gears in the end.
However, thanks to a certain unnamed Primarch, when the transmigrators had no plans for the future and only wanted to use the name of Lao Deng to gain favors from the Ultra Warriors, claim a small piece of land to develop locally, and wait for the right time, the Primarch decided on an identity that would give them countless conveniences in the future.
Now, for the time travelers, they do indeed have equal status and strength, and they do indeed have the willingness to advise them from a better perspective.
Anyway, the attitude of the Dawnwings is that the problems of lacking this and that in the past don't matter anymore. At least those who survived the Great Rebellion without rebelling are all commendable.
However, Dawnwing did not want to simply pick up a Primarch from the Great Crusade era.
As a lesser god, one must know how to use one's own power, how to wield one's own authority, and how to protect the Astartes under one's command who are related to one's bloodline.
Then, considering our current situation of uniting humanity, we should further expand our influence in the warp, perhaps by building a pantheon based on the Eldar gods, to ensure the safety of more humans.
will not?
If you don't know how, just learn!
Now I'm begging you, please learn something, even if it's just for the sake of the emperor!
Look at the eldest, the thirteenth, and the nineteenth, aren't they doing great?
Caliban now has the ability to fight on two fronts, in both the warp and the real universe. The thirteenth prince can now recognize the patterns of the enemy's spells, and the nineteenth prince is also becoming increasingly successful in the warp.
"Thank you for your help, Guilliman."
Before fully committing to managing the next phase of the campaign, Arthur took a moment to say to Guilliman, "We'll need your help with Comoros from now on."
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Guilliman opened his mouth, feeling that Arthur's words were too polite and inappropriate.
There's no room for such trivialities between brothers; it's all for the empire, for humanity.
But then he glanced at the Emperor, who was staring blankly at the map of the Milky Way.
He immediately felt that this was a good idea.
The words were on the tip of his tongue when Guilliman moved his lips and asked again, "What about Forgrim?"
Forgrim is also in charge of developing the Nova Development Zone, providing resources for operations around Comoros, and rebuilding the Phoenix Sons. He will also be needed to further draw Slaanesh's attention away from Comoros.
After all, the level of hatred is there.
This person's activities within the Empire for even a single day constituted an unprecedented insult to a certain Primarch of the Warp.
There's no need to worry about safety.
Defeating Forgrim guarantees the summoning of one Ramses. Once Ramses is defeated, you can chain-summon the remaining three allies, and if necessary, you can even Xyz Summon the Emperor.
"Forgrim will proceed as usual."
Arthur replied, "But we can first release the news that the Son of the Phoenix will lead the Comoros campaign."
"Oh."
Guilliman immediately understood.
Arthur smiled slightly.
It's best to leave it hanging for now; the double-lined opening will attract more attention, which is always a good thing.
"Where is Lemanrus?"
Guilliman asked again.
It's not that he has a stereotype of the Wolves.
The current Wolves are Guilliman's ideal team.
They have their own unique cultural characteristics. The savagery, humor, and nonchalance of Fenris are still etched in their bones, but their individual characteristics will not affect the order of the entire army. They are a group of savage, humorous, and meticulous good men.
The key is to follow the rules.
An army that can maintain discipline is a good army.
The space wolves of the Great Expedition were not human.
That was a complete rabble, disorganized and undisciplined. Those who knew would recognize it as an Astartes Legion, while those who didn't would think it was just another tribal-era warlord who had acquired some high-tech gadgets and was now roaming the universe as a bandit.
Ryan's assessment back then was quite accurate. If Leman Russ hadn't remembered to slap them a few times to wake them up, these stupid dogs would have been fighting amongst themselves long ago.
However, Lemanrus himself...
Although everyone considers the Wolf King to be wise beyond his years, bold yet meticulous, the joke about the three barbarians is now widely circulated among the Empire's high command, and even the Dark Angels can't control it. Ryan himself has completely let go of the past.
However, the Wolf King suffered from quite a few serious illnesses during the Great Expedition.
He hesitated when entering the Spirit of Vengeance, which directly led to the annihilation of Horus's remaining kindness. Then, in Terra, despite Dorn's advice, he insisted on leading the Wolf Pack out to hunt in the wild. In the end, he, Corax, and Lane happily became the three brothers who did nothing but slack off. In the later stages of the Great Rebellion, he did nothing but blow up the homeworld of the traitorous legions.
He doesn't act impulsively when he should, and he acts impulsively when he shouldn't. He's the type who's played the fool for so long that he's almost developed a mental illness himself.
Guilliman wasn't worried about anything else, except that Leman Russ might lead the Wolves astray.
What if he exhales and the wolf cubs exhale along with him, ruining their carefully planned scheme?
"rest assured."
Arthur responded with a calm look.
Arthur had already considered this.
Do you really think that all these years of military reforms, including the rotation of personnel in Fenris and the forced implementation of military reforms under Arthur's insistence, were for nothing?
Were all those bitter and resentful emotions that the space wolves harbored during this process was for nothing?
Warp, the location of Lemanrus
"what?"
In the midst of a harsh winter enveloped by the power of the High Heavens, Ruth, who had already suppressed the plague with the Emperor's psychic power and was wielding the Emperor's sword, stood upright with his hair standing on end upon hearing Bjorn's command.
He grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and questioned his beloved son who had come from afar to save him.
"How dare you defy me, the Primarch!"
With his blood-soaked body and shattered armor, he looked like a demon that had just crawled out of hell.
The shouts and gunfire around them had reached their peak, and could be heard everywhere, even in this area behind the battlefield, which was protected by the Emperor's power.
All the Legion warriors present were battle-hardened fighters who had long been accustomed to the routine combat of fighting demons in the warp, were familiar with all the Imperium's known strategies, and had reached the limits of strength, speed, and cunning allowed by physics and warp science.
For wolf packs, heartwarming scenes of fathers and sons reuniting don't exist.
Lemanrus doesn't believe in tears, and Fenris's men are never effeminate.
Meanwhile, the surrounding space wolves were eager to pounce, their eyes, hidden under their helmets, never leaving his tall frame.
If it weren't for the constraints of the environment, they could have immediately activated the amnesty method inherited from the Emperor, and dragged the battered Primarch back to Fenris.
So after a brief period of filial piety, both sides immediately turned their attention to the battlefield.
Having been tricked by Little Pony and nearly losing his life, Lemanrus naturally had no reason to hold a grudge. Amidst the excited gazes of the Space Wolves, he immediately announced that the legion's position would move forward with him, heading towards Magnus's direction, determined to give Magnus a good lesson on how his spine had been broken before his good buddy left.
But guess what Bjorn did?
They actually forbid it!
Bjorn's orders from the Imperial Council were to rely on Imperial Psionic Power to hold the area and await the support of the Dark Angels.
Instead of obeying Lemanrus's orders and rashly choosing to attack, or taking the opportunity to annihilate the corrupted Primarch.
While the corrupt elements still hold some priority in the eyes of the Empire, they are not particularly high compared to its overall strategy.
The Wings of Dawn desperately need the help of the loyal Primarchs because they are capable of contributing more and being of greater value than the corrupted Primarchs.
Ryan is unparalleled in large-scale operations; wherever he goes, victory is assured. You just need to focus on providing logistical support, and he will bring you one victory after another.
Now, with Ryan's mobile Caliban, it's even more formidable. Planetary-sized war fortresses can be deployed across the entire galaxy in real time, and no one can withstand them.
Needless to say, Primarchs like Corax, who truly wield their own power, are far more noble than ordinary Lesser Gods. Their mere presence is a pure nuclear deterrent, and it's very convenient to ask them to do whatever they want, as they are almost unaffected by the constraints of the Four Gods.
Characters like Guilliman and Vograim are individuals who each possess a highly efficient centralized system. Combined with the increasingly powerful status of the masses in the warp, this lays a solid foundation for relying on the power of the real universe to fight against the warp.
But what do you see in the Fallen Primarch?
What is the legion's combat strength?
Perhaps some corrupted Primarchs still have the brains to think normally, but do they have an army that obeys orders without question to command?
Individual combat effectiveness?
Four Great Demons, please stop making me laugh.
Operational capabilities?
Does chaos exist?
"You are merely the Primarch, and you are our target for rescue."
Faced with Lemanrus's aggressive questioning and the group of wolf guards who had just left the Herafnkel looking at him as if he were a true warrior, Bjorn was more self-righteous.
He then raised his neck, looked directly into the other person's single eye, showing no sign of backing down or fear, and corrected him again:
"I am the alpha wolf of this pack of little bastards."
P.S.: Here's a brief update on the current situation.
I got medication from the hospital to lower my uric acid. Every day after finishing my normal work and having dinner, I choose to go hiking and then go to sleep.
I currently sleep about 10 to 12 hours a day, but surprisingly, I can actually sleep through it.
I can already feel my health bar increasing. I'm planning to go for a check-up in a week. Waaaaah!
(End of this chapter)