Guilliman: Nimrod can actually dispatch two hundred thousand Order

Shadow, my legion is still too small.

869. M30.

One after another, warships of different colors jumped out of the real world, and fleets from the nine Legiones Astartes poured into the Thramas Space.

The black "Shadow of Order" warships occupied the center, their total number exceeding the combined number of warships from all other legions.

The terracotta-colored "Dark Angels" and cobalt blue "Ultramarines" occupy the two wings, while the white winged sword paint job extends by one-third.

The crimson "Thousand Sons," the Purple "Emperor's Children," the white "War Hounds," Zadkiel's "Scions of the Quill," and the "Night Lords" fleet filled the gap.

The Alpha warships quietly left the main fleet, hovering in the void, carrying out covert operations.

Seven Void Behemoth stepped out from among tens of thousands of Void Warships that guarded them.

The Shadow of the Throne of the Shadow of Order, the Primarch of the Shadow Order, the Shadow of the Throne; the Dark Verdict of the First Chapter; the Dark Shadow of the Third Legion; and the Death Wither of the Fourth Legion.

The Dark Angels's Indomitable Truth and the Truth Razor.

The Macragge's Honour the Ultramarines.

On the bridge of the Macragge's Honour, Marius Gage stood beside Guilliman, relaying the Primarch deployment to the various Legion warships.

Guilliman stared at the green galactic hologram, rapidly updating the scan results of all Legion Auspex.

Nimrod, a key brother of the Dreadnoughts, trusted him and entrusted him with command of the Void War.

Guilliman's gaze fell on the creation that shone with a Red Light — Xenos satellite.

"Contact Omega to confirm when he will join us."

The firepower of eight Gloriana-class Battleship is enough to destroy any obstacle in their path.

He looked out into the void through the large viewing window that had been lowered.

The vast number of drones resembled the receding waves of the tide.

The Xenos ship, covered in spikes and flails, tore through the air in a silent, shimmering light.

Guilliman felt the glory of humanity and tore apart the evil void of the Xenos.

Beneath his feet Macragge's Honour and six other warships, the Radiance of the Emperor.

Of the seven ships, four belonged to the Nimrod Regiment, more than half.

Guilliman's smile vanished, replaced by a complex expression.

So many...

He realized this was because Nimrod had retrieved the construction template for the Ramillies-class Star Fortress and reached an agreement with the Mars Fabricator-General.

Even when measured by value, they are equivalent.

Nimrod retrieved far too many sacred templates, and their value was far too great; even Ferrus could not match him.

His ability to identify spoofed readings from Xenos warships also relies on his unique technology; Ferrus seems to possess the same technology as well...

Guilliman's gaze returned to the holographic star map, where he saw the red marker.

He felt that the computational workload had decreased by several orders of magnitude, and regretted losing the opportunity to challenge his own computational limits.

As Guilliman pondered, Gage's voice rang out.

"Lord Omega replied in twenty minutes."

The Alpha emerged like a snake and joined the ranks of the Gloriana-class Battleship.

It lingers on the fringes, seemingly ready to break away at any moment.

"Father, the drones are all closing in on us, and the Xenos warships are deploying in layers. There are thirteen lines of defense in front of us."

"Gage, just like I told you, victory in battle often depends on the first shot fired, or even before the order to fire the first shot is given."

"Section 3, Chapter 7 of the Codex Astartes." As the only person who had read Guilliman's book, Gage immediately pointed to the corresponding location.

"It was just a first draft," Guilliman corrected, and continued, "When my brothers Nimrod and I reached a consensus and gathered the Gloriana-class Battleship, the outcome was already predetermined."

As soon as Guilliman finished speaking, the eight Star Sea Great Beast simultaneously unleashed dazzling Lance.

A crystal-clear, deadly energy, tearing apart Xenos ships like a knife.

The light from the engine explosion was as dazzling as a firecracker.

The dense barrage of bullets from the Macro-cannon tore apart the incoming drones.

The Xenos' first line of defense was destroyed by overwhelming firepower.

Guilliman looked around at every screen filled with signals.

"Summarize the scan results from Thramas."

The officers around the holographic tactical table busied themselves with tension, and the torrent of Data Slate surged like a waterfall.

Guilliman's Superhuman Brain simultaneously monitored every data stream until all data was scrolling at a rate below his standard, at which point he gave instructions to Gage.

"Let's set up a live call channel. It's time to talk to my brothers."

Gage gave orders to the holographic projection operators, and the workstations began their work in earnest.

After the system started up, Guilliman walked into the amphitheater-like platform surrounded by workbenches.

As he stepped onto the activated holographic projection platform, light shone around him.

One by one, figures appeared blurry, indistinct, like shadows.

Light is captured, bent, and Distortion, ultimately forming a realistic projection.

"My brothers, it's time to discuss ground combat plans. Compared to the Void, whose victory is already assured, this is the real threat we face."

After Guilliman finished speaking, he kept a close eye on whether Lion would raise any further objections.

"I agree," Lion's words brought a sigh of relief to Guilliman, "But ground warfare is not about numbers and symbols."

"Clearly define the troop strength, missions, and operational areas of each corps."

"Lion is right," Omega immediately chimed in in support.

"We have no prior experience in large-scale coordinated operations," Nimrod said, looking at Guilliman. "Let's operate according to our usual methods first, and then form a united front when we encounter a strong enemy."

Guilliman reluctantly abandoned his initial plan, "Fine."

"121,000 Dark Angels," Lion said decisively.

"My legion has just been created, and it only has 1,300 men," Omega then said.

Nimrod knew that Omega wasn't lying this time.

The number of troops deployed by "Alpha" will not be much less than the actual number of soldiers.

It is a fact that the legion has just been officially established. For some unknown reason, the Old Man in Yellow limited the number of "Alpha" legion members to between one thousand and two thousand.

Only after Alpharius retrieved Omega did he allow the XX Legion to be publicly established and begin its rapid expansion.

The large-scale recruitment of new soldiers, whose rehabilitation surgery is not yet complete, will not exceed two thousand people at present.

At this time, "Alpha" was the smallest of the twenty legions.

The number of people attending the Great Birthday Celebration was between 90,000 and 180,000, but he didn't know the exact number.

While Nimrod was pondering, Guilliman spoke.

"I will deploy 81,300 Ultramarines to ground combat."

Nimrod nodded slightly; his request for 150,000 reinforcements from the Old Man in Yellow had been granted.

"Two hundred and five thousand Shadow of Order."

Besides the decisive battle at Thramas, the "Shadow of Order" was also scattered across various fronts and garrisoned territories.

[Including the Second Company of the "Emperor's Children" and other legion task forces, as well as Luther's nearly two thousand men, the total is approximately 430,000.]

[This is 130,000 more than the "Battle of Thramas" I remember.]

Guilliman looked at Nimrod in surprise.

[Nimrod was able to send 200,000 Shadow of Order troops from the Thramas; my legion is still too small.]

On the same platform as Omega, Alpharius's gaze met his.

Lion glanced at Nimrod, then spoke.

"Next, we need to divide the operational areas."

"The mountains in Area A-1 are the second largest Xenos war Fortress, and they are our legion's primary objective."

His tone was forceful, leaving no room for discussion.

If Nimrod hadn't been the commander-in-chief, he would have chosen area C-11, the largest Fortress in Thramas, without hesitation.

Under Nimrod's coordination, the four Primarch selected their combat targets in a harmonious atmosphere, and also selected targets for the other task forces.

The meeting concluded, and the eight Gloriana-class Battleship had reached their designated attack positions, surrounding the Artificial War Satellite in high-level geosynchronous orbit.

The four black warships in the center, like shadows, obscured the entire sky on one side of the spherical shape.

Countless weapons were aimed at the planet's surface below: gleaming energy weapons, a forest of bombardment cannons, and kinetic weapons poised to strike...

The vertical beams of Lance fell like fingers, the blinding energy weapons illuminated the void, lava bombs rained down, and hypersonic projectiles deafened the audience...

When the first star to be attacked was reached, the orbital defense facility was reduced to ashes in the flames.

The drones rose like locusts, only to be shattered into pieces in the storm.

Artificial War Satellite was transformed into a world of light and sea in a single day.

The eight Gloriana-class Battleship retreated steadily, but their devastating attack showed no sign of slowing down.

Accompanied by a burst of light like a star exploding, the entire Thramas was illuminated as if it were daytime.

Countless dead Rangdan Xenos and slaves stirred up towering waves in the Great Ocean.

Ship after ship emerged from the Great Ocean, tearing open the breach.

The hundreds of millions of dead stirred up a storm of souls, attracting four pairs of eyes beyond the Veil, who turned their gaze toward the Thramas.