Hill: Why Is Your Helmet So Red?

The war finally came to the Veil.

There's no need to elaborate on Gardinal's resistance forces.

Before Aqua could destroy the Shield Generator and detonate Gardinal's command and control center, Philus and her Iron Hands had already wiped out all remaining resistance forces outside the city.

Meanwhile, with the command center of the Star Rail detonated, the Star Rail, now out of control, was torn to pieces by the Combined Fleet's artillery fire and ramming, rendering it unable to pose any threat to the surface.

In the end, as Kasgar's Psychic Flame grew ever stronger, the Sapphire King, which had been wrapped around Philus, had no choice but to retreat into the Warp and never made a sound again.

Even the Sword Saint Aqua was saved from the brink of death by Kaska, whose spiritual power was gradually awakening.

All the best.

Apart from--

"Cicero and his Honor Guard did not return alive."

Kasgar received a report from the Ultramarines.

While he was still hesitant, it was Cicero who persuaded him and took the initiative to break through the remaining enemy defenses.

Unfortunately, just as Kasgar managed to break through the Gardinalians's defenses and into the enemy lines, he and his Ultramarines, who were prepared to die, fell at the last moment of the war.

Perhaps it wouldn't be difficult for him to survive.

Even with Guilliman's help, he, as the Chapter Master, was able to rebuild the 413th Expeditionary Fleet alive.

Failure is a common occurrence on expeditions.

In the struggle between various Xenos and human interstellar Imperium, no commander can boast of being invincible.

But his honor as Ultramarines led him to choose to give it all up and gladly face death.

After delivering the report to him, the Ultramarines lightly pounded his chest twice before silently walking away into the distance.

"Warriors of the Iron Hands, I am unharmed."

Seeing Amar Philus and Kasgar had joined forces to eliminate the effects of the evil sorcery, the Iron Hands erupted in another round of loud cheers.

In their understanding, the Mother of Iron had just been controlled by the damned Gardinalians using evil sorcery.

Fortunately, with the help of the members of the Thousand Sons Librarian and the assistance of the commander from the Sons of the Emperor, they successfully thwarted the last counterattack of the Gardinalians.

Now is the time to purge these scumbags.

Excited battle cries erupted once again from the Iron Hands.

In the Iron Ten Legion, the weak don't even have the right to eke out a living!

Not to mention those idiots like Gardinal who don't even know their own limitations!

Normally, she would never have allowed these weaklings who dared to challenge Philus authority time and time again to have a chance to live.

Philus looked into the terrified eyes of the Gardinal civilians and fell silent.

The dust has settled.

She sensed that Aqua's death had affected her to some extent.

If only the weak die, then what about Aqua, who sacrificed her life for them?

"The war is over. Use the Broadcast System to inform them to prepare."

The war is over!

Philus let them go!

Panic instantly transformed into a frenzied celebration and revelry, surging and roaming through the crowd.

"What? You're saying Aqua isn't dead?!"

"She's not dead?!"

The Iron Fist, [The Forge Between]

Alone on the Iron Throne, Philus asked Kasgar in disbelief.

But how is that possible?!

How could a human possibly survive the impact of a Psychic Power Reactor explosion?

"Yes, I saved her."

Kasgar nodded.

"After awakening my Psychic Power, I felt more and more that the flames in my hands could neutralize the threat of Psychic Power energy."

"Then, with the help of the Ultramarines, I managed to break through many obstacles and successfully neutralized the impact of the Psychic Power energy."

"It's that simple?"

Philus remained skeptical of Kasgar's claims.

After all, he could survive the Reactor explosion that even the Iron Hands's countless heavy weapons could not overload, simply by relying on the Psychic Flame in his hand.

Kasgar's true strength is probably more terrifying than anyone imagines.

But it's nothing.

It's just Magic Immunity!

Titus did it too.

He did it twice more.

As the Sons of the Emperor, it's not surprising that Kasgar could withstand the Reactor.

"If that's the case, then let's talk about something more crucial."

At this time, the battle on the main planet of Gardinal had just ended, and Kasgar expressed his desire to speak with Philus alone, leaving even the two Terminator Bodyguard beside him behind.

Only Amar from the Thousand Sons Think Tank can participate in the discussion between the two.

This would absolutely not be allowed in the Iron Hands Chapter, which is filled with Momma's Boy.

However, given that Kasgar had recently thwarted an assassination attempt by the Gardinalians and rescued Philus from danger on the final battlefield.

After several successful attempts, and with Philus defying all opposition, the two arranged this detailed discussion in the Forge Between.

"So, what kind of monster is that?"

Philus felt a little uneasy about what had happened not long ago.

She has a particularly clear memory of her thoughts from the past few days.

Because of her clear memory, she felt a strange fear about the subtle changes in her thinking.

She knew perfectly well that it wasn't her idea, but she didn't feel anything unusual at the time. It wasn't until after everything was over that she became increasingly frightened as she reflected on it.

Now, the modification of the Iron Hands has once again been forbidden by Philus.

Although there was widespread lamentation within the Iron Hands Legion, it did not deter her determination to persevere.

"This is what you mean by the influence of Warp Entity?"

"Is it the kind of creature we encountered on the Space Hulk in the future?"

"That's right."

"The reason the Emperor forbids us from conducting too much research on Psychic Power is precisely because he fears that we will be subtly influenced by it."

As he spoke, Kasgar glanced at the Thousand Sons Librarian beside him.

The waters of the Warp are very deep.

It's not something we, who have no strategy for dealing with, can interfere with.

"So what should we do now? What if these things affect us again?"

Philus's voice grew softer and softer.

The thought of the future legion turning into those inhuman, ghostly figures found in Space Hulk filled her with intense dread.

"Besides your flames, is there any other way to get rid of these damned things?"

"This is precisely the problem that is giving me the biggest headache."

Kasgar replied helplessly.

He certainly wanted to remind the Primarch of the influence from the Warp.

But when it comes to demons, without a strategy to deal with them, saying too much is just asking for trouble.

The current Imperium of Man still adheres to Imperial Truth, and Philus is the Primarch who is closest to the Adeptus Mechanicus.

But Omnissiah can't protect anyone.

In this universe, besides him being able to burn demons with fire, the only other way to exorcise demons is through faith in Old Man Huang.

So what should Kasgar do now?

Should we give her a copy of the Lectitio Divinitatus?

After going around in circles, it seems that Kasgar always ends up back in Lorgar's place.

(Lorgar hasn't returned yet.)

My head hurts, my head hurts.

"It seems that apart from the Psychic Flame in my hands, there is really no better way to deal with these guys."

"However, if we're talking about identifying the influence of Warp Entity, I would suggest that we use Librarian to help us identify them."

As he spoke, Kasgar looked at Amar beside him, and the latter nodded to him.

"While we may not be able to expel them back into Warp, they can report to me immediately if any problems are discovered."

Currently, the Veil between the Warp and the real world is still very thick, and Kasgar is not worried that the demons will directly invade the real world.

Even without any support and without the victim resisting, Kasgar's flames still possess a powerful special attack when used for exorcism.

The Grey Knights is known as Little Kasgar.

"Good."

"Amar, I intend to transfer a small portion of your Thousand Sons Librarian from the 413th Expeditionary Fleet to the 52nd Expeditionary Fleet. Are you willing to accept this arrangement?"

"It is my great honor, my lord."

"By the way, Amar, I must reiterate one point: you must not conduct any further research on Warp Entity without my protection. This is the bottom line I'm leaving for you."

"You are our window to monitor Warp Entity. If something happens to you, the entire legion is finished."

Amar simply smiled at this.

"Don't worry, Commander. Even great Primarch can be affected by them, so I naturally have a sense of awe for them."

"That's good."

Seeing this, Kasgar breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the Thousand Sons Librarian is still under their protection, it will be much more difficult for the demon to bewitch Philus again.

The Gardinar Campaign has ended.

After Philus conquered the capital fortress of the main star, the remaining planets in the system were crushed and captured by Philus's steel torrent with overwhelming force.

Thanks to the Primarch of the Iron Hands's precise calculations.

While her bombing and surface fire destroyed the enemy's resistance, they also largely preserved the ancient industrial system on the Gardinal.

As for how to rebuild and repair these industrial systems, how to restore the Gardinalians have just suffered a devastating war, to normal production and life, and how to contribute to the Great Crusade.

Philus could certainly make plans based on her precise calculations.

However, now there is a Primarch is more skilled at this, and he is about to take over the matter.

"Welcome, Roboute Guilliman."

Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines from the 12th Expeditionary Fleet, is rushing towards the Gardinar System at full speed after receiving Cicero's distress signal.

But clearly, he was always just one step too late to get to the battlefield.

By the time the Macragge's Honour completed its Warp, the entire Gardinar System had already fallen into Philus's hands.

"In the time it took you to arrive, our 52nd Expeditionary Fleet has wiped out all the resistance forces in the Gardinar System."

Now, Guilliman and his second-in-command, Ionid Hill, boarded the Iron Fist Iron Hands.

"Now, once the reconstruction work is completed, this ancient planet with its Dark Age of Technology can be put back into the Great Crusade."

"The recommendations for reconstruction and the battle reports from both sides have been delivered to your flagship's desk. You can read them at your leisure."

"Okay. On behalf of the Ultramarines Legion, I would like to thank the Iron Hands for their assistance."

Guilliman smiled.

Communicating with someone like Senior Sister Philus, who is dominated by rational thinking, is truly a quick and enjoyable experience.

"If that's the case, Iron Hands, where is my Chapter Master? Why hasn't he come to report to me?"

"The funeral of Cicero, the Ultramarines Chapter, will be held at a later date."

Guilliman was unsurprisingly furious.

Philus stripped Cicero of his command in front of everyone and assigned him to the vanguard position during the final battle, essentially sealing Cicero's fate.

Although this was at Cicero's own request, and he died on the path of glory.

Guilliman was unwilling to accept this explanation.

But in the end, he still chose to attend.

He was dressed in a white robe and exquisite blue armor, looking like a hero from ancient Rome attending the funeral of one of his proud sons.

The funeral was solemn and dignified.

The 10th Legion was arranged in neat square formations of ten men each, with each soldier wearing the finest armor.

Their black iron-colored Power Armour was polished and gleamed like a mirror.

With Philus's order forbidding any further unauthorized modifications within the Legion, the Iron Hands, though unable to regain their hands, were thus brought to a halt.

As a result of compromise between the Primarch and the Legion, it was ultimately agreed that only the arms could be replaced with Iron Hands, just like the Primarch's, while everything else remained unchanged.

They lined up in perfect unison, bowed their heads together, and prayed for the brave soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in battle.

"Each of these warriors possesses astonishing power. They truly deserve the Iron Hands."

Hill, who was following behind Guilliman, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

As one of the few Ultramarines in the Legion with flexible tactical thinking, Hill, who should have been assigned to the Penal Legion, was exceptionally valued by Guilliman and kept by his side.

His helmet was therefore painted red.

Red Helmet Hill, that was his name.

"Wait, that's—"

Guilliman looked in the direction Hill pointed with a puzzled expression, and saw a tall Space Marine in magnificent purple-gold Power Armour standing at the head of the Emperor's Children Legion, bowing his head in prayer.

Logically speaking, there are quite a few warriors like this in the legion, and they usually wouldn't attract his attention.

Surprisingly, even though he was the commander of the Sons of the Emperor, his helmet was painted bright red, just like Hill's.

"He is the Chief Lord Commander of the Sons of the Emperor."

Guilliman recalled the features of the Space Marine who had also been invited to the Emperor Banquet for reasons unknown.

It seems to have a big appetite.

That's all.

"He is the commander of the Sons of the Emperor. But why is his helmet painted red?"

Ionid Hill has discovered a fellow whose helmet is even redder than his own.