Fine, then I was all in too!
"Did I get set up by that Troublemaker, the Lord of Change?"
When Ron heard Guilliman's words, then looked at the swirling turbulence in The Void, he immediately fell silent.
Everything was far too coincidental. The Throne repair experiment failed, and then the Adeptus Mechanicus just happened to obtain traces of the Eternal Soul.
After that, when he tracked the Eternal Soul, it just so happened to plunge into the region of swirling turbulence, preventing him from rushing back in time.
And Guilliman, this professional-level player who was forever on the road to provide support, was here too.
Looking at it that way, the negative buffs had been stacked straight to the limit. Who knew whether he could hold out?
No matter how he looked at it, this was like a naked, open scheme.
The Chaos side had used numerous events to push him into leaving Holy Terra, and he had no choice but to do exactly that.
That was probably their goal: they wanted to launch a surprise attack on the Emperor of Mankind while he was away.
It was a perfect moment. Holy Terra's Warp defense machinery was still under construction, and only one Primarch was stationed there.
Even more Imperial forces were unable to provide rapid support because of the large-scale expeditions to reclaim territory.
Meanwhile, Chaos had gathered an unprecedented number of troops, just waiting to deliver the fatal blow!
"Good thing I transferred another batch of forces before I left. Otherwise the Solar System would be in danger, and might not even have a chance to hold out until support arrived."
Ron felt rather fortunate.
There was nothing else he could have done. He had already been cautious enough.
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