Perturabo Wanted This Curse of Destruction

010. M31.

The Magos Prime of the Varia Superior Unai-9, looked at Wilshire, the Chapter Master of the Second Legion the "Shadow of Order," and saw the latter nod slightly. He then spoke to Corvus Corax and Alexis Pollux, the company commander of the 405th Company of the "Imperial Fists."

"The Golden Fleet has moved to its real-world Anchor."

"Where is Ms. Sangre?" Corax asked.

"The Auspex has detected her flagship Eagle's Talon."

"It seems we'll have to head to the helipad together," Corax said.

He personally signed hundreds of Trade Warrants, sending them to explore the unknown void, but Sangre was different from other Rogue Trader.

Even Lewis von Valancius, who was favored by Nimrod, was less than one percent of Sangre's wealth, and in other respects, the difference was enormous.

The Eagle's Talon set sail long before the Emperor's Expeditionary Fleet, evolving from a solitary flagship into a Golden Fleet that outnumbered most Expeditionary Fleets.

Pollux nodded solemnly and followed Corax's footsteps.

Many representatives in the Council of Terra believe that if Sangre wanted, she would undoubtedly become the representative jointly elected by all the Rogue Trader, serving as a senior member of the Council of Terra.

After all, she had worked with the Emperor and Malcador to draft every article in the Imperial Code concerning Rogue Trader.

But she preferred to lead her own war fleet, leaving the Imperium's conquered borders far behind.

The enormous Aquila Shuttle sliced through the clouds, its outstretched wings exceeding those of any Administratum official's vehicle, only slightly smaller than the dedicated model provided to the Primarch by the "Shadow of Order".

The landing gear was lowered, and ten Warriors in Cobalt Armor disembarked in rows on both sides.

Wilshire's eyes narrowed. Although the Eagle's Talon carried three hundred Ultramarines, having the Astartes serve as a guard of honor was another matter entirely.

The Black Emperor favored Marshal Barton Drake of the "Solar Auxilia," the Rogue Trader Lewis von Valancius, and families like the Visher, with the Shadow of Order following them.

While protecting them, they also cultivated their own political abilities, but without exception, none of them would yield.

If we were to use a job title to measure them, they would be the chief Warriors of the Rogue Trader.

The fact that Sangre could have the Ultramarines serve as her honor guard shows that she has won over these superhuman Warriors; she possesses superhuman leadership and charisma.

After all, the Ultramarines who pursues honor and duty is different from the Xenomorph Warriors she hired from Sacristan.

As Wilshire was mentally assessing Sangre, a figure appeared at the hatch.

She wore a suit of golden armor, a gift from the False Emperor when he Bestowal her as Rogue Trader.

The artisans who crafted this armor were the same group who made the armor for the Adeptus Custodes.

The armor, wrapped in a matching silk robe, made her appear dignified and solemn.

On her right hip was an old-fashioned Archaeotech Pistol with a pattern that Wilshire had never seen before.

A blade with an elegant curve, engraved with Xenos Runes, was strapped to her left waist.

A Brainy Cat followed at her right side, its fur the exact same color as her golden hair.

Sangre's nose is high and straight, its features as defined as her full, rounded lips.

Her eyes, however, were a deep blue, which, along with her delicate features, softened her imposing presence.

There were no implants or signs of adjustment on her face, but she had clearly undergone rejuvenation surgery to ensure that there were no signs of aging on her body.

Sangre's gaze swept over the four welcoming personnel, especially the giant in the center, and she immediately increased her stride.

"Lord Corax."

"Ms. Sangre, please don't call me 'sir,' call me Mr. Corax."

"As you wish."

After exchanging greetings, the five people went together to the Main Forge Temple.

Inside the meeting room, Sangre sat to the left of Unai-9, the Magos Prime the Varia Superior.

"Gentlemen, ten years ago I set off from Taran, far beyond the dust cloud arm of the Veil of Morlei, and only returned to the Imperium after my Chief Astropath received a distress message from Directed Psionic Energy Device."

I am not aware of the current situation.

Corax and Pollux, sitting in the right side of Unai-9, both looked at Wilshire.

After Corax left Terra, he lost control of the latest situation.

The Astropath of the Pollux Fleet have been unable to establish contact with Terra.

"Horus's Rebels are scattered across hundreds of fronts leading to Terra, advancing along the main passage to the Solar Segmentum."

Wilshire said, lighting up the holographic star map.

Their primary targets are Paramar, Lorrain-Alpha, and the Garmon Cluster, which are also the core of Dorn Dorne's defenses.

Heart.

Corax nodded slightly; Dorn had revealed part of the defense plan to him.

"As for the Southern Galaxy where we are, the main battlefield revolves around another set of Warp Routes, which also open up a path to Terra."

Wilshire moved his finger down and selected two worlds on the star map.

"The battlefield began on Barbarus, the Homeworld of the Death Guard, and its vassal states, and ended with Dorn Dorn's arrival in Inwit."

"Vento and Pryderi, which served as Imperium strongholds during the Great Crusade, have fallen and become part of the supply lines for traitors, with their stockpiled war materials becoming weapons and equipment in their hands."

"The traitors' current target is Taran, a world that has been cautiously neutral. It has neither submitted to the Black Order of Horus nor fought against the rebels, hoping to survive the war by remaining isolated."

Wilshire looked at the Dorn offspring opposite him, "But now the situation has changed."

"The news brought by Pollux confirms that Perturabo is personally leading the rebels."

"Taran has become the front line of the battle in the Segmentum Tempestus."

"Thank you for sharing, Wilshire," Corax said.

"We must aid Taran," Sangre emphasized.

"Taran has always been associated with a dark legend, and I have explored its underground depths several times."

"Although I haven't found what it is, I have discovered some terrifying traces: flames, claws, Bat Wings— "

"Perturabo desired this Curse of Destruction, which is why he personally led his army to Taran."

Sangre did not try to persuade the other four by appealing to their emotions.

Unlike her, they didn't have the same special feelings for Taran.

Before Taran became part of the Imperium, it was she who discovered it, an inseparable part of her connection to the Imperium.

Taran was her largest and last supply depot before she reached the borders of the Imperium.

She must save Taran.

Corvus Corax nodded. "Ms. Sangre is right, we must go to Taran and stop Perturabo."

Alexis Pollux, the Alexis commander of the 405th Company of the "Imperial Fists," clenched his fist. "Father's orders are to Punish the Traitors, and Perturabo and his Iron Warriors are the best targets for punishment."

Unai-9 looked at the Chapter Master of the Second Legion of "Shadow of Order," for all actions of the Varia Superior must be carried out.

Lord Nimrod's will.

As Wilshire was considering his options, Corax spoke up.

"The Varia Superior will surely become a future target for traitors."

"It is adjacent to Inwit and Taran, and is the core of the entire Iron Ring."

"More importantly--"

He looked up at the sky, where the dazzling beam of light pierced through the dome of the Main Forge Temple and into his eyes.

"The rebels will never ignore the shining Astronomican."

"They haven't launched an attack yet; they simply haven't found a way to breach the defenses of the Ramillies-class Star Fortress."

"But no defense is impregnable; you must secure the Varia Superior and the entire Iron Ring."

"[In that case, we can deploy as many troops as we need.]" Wilshire said after thinking this through.

As you wish.