Roboute Guilliman nodded, very satisfied with Ultramarines's reasonableness.
Seeing that this matter was suppressed, Roboute Guilliman gave special instructions to Calgar.
"If Jaghatai comes to visit in the future, you must inform me first and then welcome him, you know?"
"Yes, my father!"
On the other end, Jaghatai sneezed.
It is impossible for Primarchs to get sick. The only things that can make them feel physically uncomfortable are dirty spells and deep-seated hatred.
Jaghatai touched his nose with his hand and felt that this inexplicable sneeze came from the hatred of someone or something.
As for what it is...
Jaghatai couldn't feel it clearly, I only knew that this hatred came from the depths of the Imperial Palace that was gradually collapsing and destroying behind him.
"Khan, are there any traces of the enemy?" Kor'sarro drove his motorcycle to Jaghatai Khan's side. His eyes were sharp and ready to go. He could shoot out like a sharp arrow with just one command from Jaghatai.
Jaghatai shook his head, indicating that there were no enemies around them, and they probably just screamed unwillingly after being eliminated.
White Scars moved forward quickly, running at full speed for more than ten days before seeing the new battlefield in the distance.
The horizon is covered with a layer of darkness, and the closer you get, the less and less reddish-brown soil you can see, replaced by black stone fragments used as building materials by the Necrontyr.
After climbing over a high mountain, Jaghatai saw the vast position formed by Necrontyr on the spire with thin air.
If Imperial Palace is a luxurious creation that reflects countless golden light under the sunlight, then the position built by Necrontyr is a giant cemetery without life.
The color of Blackstone filled Jaghatai's eyes. Buried inside were cables with exaggerated energy levels. Under the influence of extremely short-period pulses, they were like tens of millions of rivers of dead souls irrigating a huge cemetery.
Every second, a huge Obelisk that is about to be destroyed is reflected back from the front line, and every second, a new Obelisk jumps into the crack and is transported to the front line of the war.
The entire cemetery operates efficiently driven by the war, but except for the maintenance technicians and the Canoptek Scarab who gather like clouds, there is no activity of other Necrontyr units.
This is very different from the human position. During the interval between each attack, the exhausted Astra Militarum will retreat into the trench and sit in the excavated half-length hole to taste extremely high-energy compressed food.
The sounds of exchanges, prayers, weapons being wiped, vehicles driving, hot water simmering, etc. all merged together.
These sounds make the human position full of vitality, and Trazyn, the overlord who loves collecting, is also moved by them. He often looks for the best viewing angles to record with his equipment.
But when we arrived at Necrontyr, all the sounds disappeared, and all the troops were thrown into the pocket space, waiting for the opening of the time-travel door. They followed the orders of the Overlord and Phaeron and walked out slowly and silently.
Necrontyr seems to have been thrown into a vacuum zone, and sound cannot be input or transmitted.
It was only then that Jaghatai had a deeper understanding of the gradually withering nature of Necrontyr.
They seem powerful, but in fact they have no ability to develop and create, and can only guard the legacy of the past and slowly rot.
If Imperium of Man also becomes like this, it will be no different from death. The remaining humans are just zombies relying on memory and body reflexes.
The literary emotion ends and the tactical observation begins.
Jaghatai noticed the wounds of Obelisk, the corrosive gastric juice of Tyranids, the live weapons of Orks, the blasphemous mark of demonic frenzy, and the disintegration traces of Gaussian light...
After being hit by these four attacks in turn, the towering and solid Obelisk was crumbling, and it was dripping with solution of unknown composition as it slowly flew towards the maintenance area.
"Let's look deeper."
Jaghatai Khan gave the order and the soldiers continued to move forward.
A technician with a spider-like appearance came to greet them. After an elegant and stiff salute, he introduced the dire battle situation in the core area.
"That area has been closely connected with Warp, and the deepest god Golden Throne provides a steady stream of chaotic energy. Spirit-Repelling Death Domain cannot be used in this situation and can only be forcibly advanced by ground troops."
"Now our frontline has not moved for a long time. Tyranids and Orks are making rapid progress in the war. A few days ago, Doma Dynasty's defense line was attacked by five million elite Orks equipped with dimensional jump backpacks and force circulation energy shields. The entire dynasty was completely defeated after eight hours."
"Sishanke Dynasty's defense line was attacked by overwhelming insects. Hundreds of Tyranid Saint, which were taller than Himalayas, passed through their defense line in an unstoppable manner, and even dismembered an underground structure Slaughterhouse. The recovery rate of Necrontyr warriors was less than 1.5%."
"Greater Daemon, who was given the name, led his army to delay Silent King. Relying on the surging power provided by Golden Throne, he fought to a tie with Phaeron, who had the power of C'tan Shard..."
Listening to the technician's battlefield report, Jaghatai's scalp went numb. He originally thought that even if the intensity of the battle in this core area was very high, it would not span several large sections.
Now it seems that, let alone Astra Militarum composed of mortals, even Space Marines will be used as cannon fodder in the new battlefield.
But fortunately, Space Mariness are used to sacrifice and have no fear of battle. They only hope that they can die gloriously on the battlefield and return to the arms of Golden Throne with full honor.
"So do you think Imperium of Man's help can break the deadlock?" Jaghatai asked the technician after thinking about it.
The technician paused for a moment, and the computing brain composed of light and electricity began to deduce quickly. Finally, he said, "Overall, we will gain a negligible advantage. The duration of the battle will be reduced by 3% with your arrival, which is gratifying."
"Ah... I'm really not good at communicating with metal heads like you."
Jaghatai shook his head and led the people to explore deeper and provide reconnaissance information to other legions that were slower than him.
The Emperor and Valdor looked at each other and knew that it was time for them to appear on the next battlefield.
God-Emperor opened the passage for the Emperor, Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence. The next second after passing through, he came to the gathered Primarchs.
All Space Marines legions and mortal troops are arrayed neatly. A line of defense composed of Necrontyr in front of them is being slowly torn open, and enemies are pouring in from the gap like a flood.
It won't be long before Orks, Tyranids and the devil stand in front of them.
Everyone looked at the Emperor, waiting for his speech and orders.
The Emperor had no intention of making a long speech, he just pulled out Flame Sword and pointed it at the enemy and roared loudly.
"For peace! Attack!"
(While walking last night, I suddenly had an inspiration and started a new book. "What are you doing here?" This book is going to be written in the category of funny and entertaining articles. I haven't written a few chapters yet, but you can take a look and think which one is better. I picked one book to write based on the feedback. It is impossible to open a double book.)
(Oh, it's okay. It can't be searched until I reach 20,000 words. You can take a look when I reach 20,000 words.)