Projecting the Battle Situation

Abaddon said nothing. He knew Carl Bohar had his reasons for saying this. These machine folk would not make rash statements without confidence; it did not fit their scientific pursuit of truth.

"With our full support, the Cadian defenses will become dangerously weak. Through the cogitator network, we have projected scenes of the future and predicted that the False Emperor will never sit idly by. Reinforcements will come from Terra."

"Terra will also be invaded. The Blood God's legions will soak Terra's soil in blood. They will have no time to concern themselves with the battle at Cadia," Abaddon added.

"They will have the strength." Carl Bohar shook his head in disagreement. "The False Emperor's power will intervene. His presence will give Terra's defenders room to breathe."

"Even so, he cannot simply drop a legion directly onto Cadia!" Abaddon raised his voice slightly. He found Carl Bohar's prediction absurd.

"He can deploy a legion to Cadia. The Mountain Array fortress guarding the Solar System will be sent above Cadia by the False Emperor through psychic power. Are you certain your warships can withstand a collision with this relic of the Golden Age? As far as I know, your exploration of the Blackstone Fortress has reached only a pitiful fifteen percent. Its machine spirit is resisting your control."

"He'll teleport the Mountain Array fortress here? How is that possible?! His power is also blocked by the Veil and the Blackstone Array. He cannot overcome so many obstacles to perform a teleportation spell of such magnitude."

"Your thinking is far too narrow. The Blood God's legions will slaughter freely on Terra, and the souls of the dead and blasphemous rituals will violently batter Terra's Veil."

Abaddon wanted to say more, but Carl Bohar gave him no chance. His cold mechanical voice continued