Solar Lord Macarius!

Inside the Alert Star Fortress, Alvin's emotions were extremely complex. He looked at the huge star map projection, where the blue symbolizing the Imperium of Man and the red symbolizing the Chaos Fleet were like an overturned palette, completely mixed together!

The Imperial Navy's Macrocannon, like a deafening roar, tore apart the sky of the Alert Star. Even on the continental surface, beams of light that pierced the starry sky, carrying destructive power capable of sinking land, rained down on the Chaos Fleet.

However, the Chaos faction is by no means weak either. On the scale of the stars, although the Macrocannon is extremely powerful, it also has a few weaknesses.

Firstly, the loading speed of the Macrocannon was extremely slow. Even with tens of thousands of marines constantly moving and loading them,

However, the rate of fire is still extremely slow.

Secondly, under the influence of the Warp, the Cogitator array of the ships has difficulty locking onto the Chaos Fleet.

Thirdly, the warships are equipped with large-scale Void Shield generators, which are extremely effective against such high-speed attacks!

This made it extremely difficult to end a battle by exchanging artillery fire, leading to the widespread development of "boarding operations"!

Using a teleportation device, jump into the enemy flagship and deliver a fatal decapitation strike on its command and weapon systems, thereby completely paralyzing the flagship.

This is the real war!

This is not a small-scale battle like the one on Celerus, nor is it a localized skirmish like the Losel Planet. It is a truly momentous battle that can determine the future of the Imperium and even the course of Chaos!

The total number of people involved on both sides was in the billions!

The combined fleet of cruisers, strikers, and Imperial Navy ships, relying on the Alert Star companion, spread out in a crescent-shaped formation, resembling a scythe with a curved blade. In contrast, the Chaos Fleet was the other extreme!

The Chaos Fleet, led by Abaddon, was like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the heart of the Imperial Fleet, the "Victory Laurel" where Calgar was located!

Even under such circumstances, the Chapter Master, Calgar, who held the lives of billions in his hands, showed no change in expression whatsoever. He even had time to ask Alvin what his opinion was on the current situation of the battle.

"Kid, what's your opinion?"

Calgar sat in the combat command center, wearing huge Power Fist, appearing as steady as a mountain, and spoke lightly.

"Abaddon's primary target should be you." Although Alvin didn't understand Calgar wasn't commanding the fleet at this time but instead came to ask him for his reasons, he still honestly gave his answer.

"Not comprehensive enough." Calgar shook his head, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied. "Abaddon's appetite isn't that small. He not only wants to devour me, but also wants to paralyze the entire Imperial Navy fleet."

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As he spoke, he pointed his thick finger to a spot on the star map. "See that? Here— Abaddon has deployed a fleet."

Alvin looked in the direction he was pointing, his pupils shrinking slightly. "What a huge appetite! Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?!"

It turns out that in a corner of the star map, in a hard-to-find location, there was still a Chaos Fleet, remaining stationary and subtly threatening the Imperial Navy's lines from the flanks.

If things continue as they are, Abaddon's flagship, once it breaches the Imperium fleet's front-line defenses,

They could then combine with the flanking squadrons to instantly form a pincer attack, severing the right flank of the Imperial Navy!

In the Warhammer Universe, the true masters of firepower are not the Astra Militarum, the Space Marines, or even the Titan Legion Space Marine, but rather— the Imperial Navy!

The Imperial Navy is often the greatest weapon of war!

Once the Imperial Navy's command is paralyzed, even if the primary objective—the decapitation of Calgar— cannot be achieved,

In the ensuing war, without the Imperial Navy's space strikes, Chaos will be able to gain an absolute advantage and initiative on Alert Star!

"Do you see now?" Calgar sneered. "We're not the only ones who want to eliminate Alert Star in one fell swoop; Abaddon has the same idea."

Looking at the already crumbling and nearly torn-together front line, Alvin frowned, somewhat anxious. "Lord Calgar, Chaos has fallen into a trap. Shall we launch now?"

"No, wait a little longer."

Calgar Mount Tai a mountain, expressionless, as if the countless lives fought and bled on the front lines were merely numbers on a sand table, cold and ruthless. "Not enough. Since such a heavy price has been paid, let's not have any more unnecessary emotions!"

Alvin opened his mouth and presented his plan, but he never expected it to turn out like this—gazing at the intertwined color blocks on the star map, every second blue was invaded, swallowed up, and then completely disappeared.

That means—tens of thousands of lives on a flagship were completely lost in space!

"I understand, Your Excellency Calgar."

Alvin took a deep breath; he had come to realize just how brutal real war could be.

It wasn't the usual, literal reasoning, but a real, hands-on lesson specially prepared for him by Ultramarines Chapter Calgar!

The perspective shifts back to space. In the command center of the Victory Laurel, Calgar lowers his eyes. "Alvin —your idea is good, and your plan is brilliant, but you are ultimately too young and too inexperienced."

The Chapter Master, his face etched with the marks of time, gazed at his own lines on the star map, relentlessly devoured and torn apart by the Chaos Fleet. Desperate cries echoed through the Astropathic Communication. His fists clenched, veins bulging on his forehead. "But this lesson—I must teach you—is that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Imperium of Man. This is not just a saying, but peace forged by countless lives and blood!"

There is no victory without paying a price.

Every victory requires the sacrifice of blood and lives; they are the Emperor's currency. As the supreme commander, his only value lies in making good use of that currency!

"Lord Calgar, I don't understand—" The Honor Guard member beside him, who was also his most trusted adjutant, finally asked, "Why do you value that human so much? Even if he is the heir to the Merchant Dynasty, isn't this unnecessary?"

In fact, what he wanted to say was, wasn't it a bit too risky to trust that human so much, even to the point of using himself as bait to carry out the plan proposed by that human?

After all, you are Marius Calgar, one of the three most important pillars of the Imperium, and a member of the Alert Star...

Even the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines!

But Calgar lowered his eyes, and after a long silence, his voice was somewhat hoarse, yet his eyes gleamed with a sharp light. "No, Theodore, you're wrong. It's not that I believe him, but—that former Solar Lord Macarius believes in this child!"

Solar Lord, Macarius, in just seven short years, brought thousands of worlds into the Imperium's territory, achieving an astonishing and immortal feat with a mere mortal body!

"That medal chose him—" Calgar said in a deep voice, "So, all I can do is pave the way for him before that day comes!"

Who wouldn't remember Macarius, the greatest commander of the Astra Militarum who launched the Macarian Crusade, was given the title of Solar Lord, and posthumously honored as Imperial Saint?

"The Imperium of Man of today has been rotten for far too long—like a machine that has run out of lubricant."

It needs to be restarted.

Calgar's gaze, seemingly across the deck, was directed towards the Throne World in the Solar System: "That expedition robbed humanity of its last vestige of ambition, but I believe—in the next expedition, humanity's sword will..."

It will reach deep into the Milky Way and even the universe!