A million Adeptus Astartes would not help!

"130 hours."

Horus gazed at the map of the Solar System suspended in midair and spoke blandly, as though the words carried some deeper meaning.

He was estimating the course of the war, and in his heart, he arrived at an answer—

At most, in 130 hours, the Chaos host under him, the Dark Emperor, would tear through the final high-orbit defensive line and break fully into Terra.

That was the inevitable result.

The Chaos Gods had constructed a supermassive Warp passage and transported New Dragon Forest Planet into the interior of the Solar System, creating an enormous advantage.

This was equivalent to the Chaos host directly bypassing the joint Neptune-Uranus defensive line on the outer edge of the Solar System, as well as the Saturn defensive line and the Jupiter defensive line.

Horus did not need to expend troops advancing step by step as he had ten thousand years ago. He had arrived directly in Terra's high orbital space, and what they faced was nothing more than the three defensive platform lines between Mercury, Venus, and Mars.

In this way, they could reduce their troop losses by more than half.

"False Emperor, your Imperium failed to prosper in the end, and I fear it will have no chance to do so in the future."

The Dark Emperor looked at the images projected back from the front line and could not help revealing a faint sneer.

Those defensive platform lines outside Mars were so familiar, barely different from ten thousand years before, and even more dilapidated.

It seemed the Imperium had neither the resources nor the time and energy to build new defensive platform lines, and had merely patched them up.

Under normal circumstances, these defensive platform lines should have been rebuilt or