201 Konrad's Great Wisdom

"You're grinning as lewdly as if you'd just sucked on one of Nurgle's pimples."

Hades froze. The smile vanished from his lips at once. The Underking turned his head in confusion and spotted a familiar figure in the secondary waiting area of the Moon laboratory.

"Karras? What are you doing here?"

He set down the battle report in his hand. More than a month had passed since the war began. Death had already led his forces to seize Damocles Gulf and the Farsight Enclaves—the main reason being that the T'au had been retreating all along. The campaign had progressed with astonishing speed.

Mortarion had also lived up to Hades's expectations, putting all manner of new units into use.

To put it simply, thanks to GW's supreme law, the battles fought by the major legions in Warhammer resembled medieval knight charges, while forces like the Iron Hands and Krieg had returned to the standards of the First and Second World Wars—

As for the T'au? They had gone straight into modern information warfare: coordination between maneuver tactics and central systems, battlesuits and long-range fire support, highly mobile operations.

In terms of tactics and inter-unit coordination, the T'au utterly crushed the Imperium and Chaos alike.

While reading all sorts of books, Hades had long since summed up why the Imperium of Man kept getting battered—

In short, its own forces sabotaged one another. Space Marines screwed over the Astra Militarum, the Mechanicus screwed over the Space Marines. A single war might not even have a commander capable of fully coordinating every branch of the military. Sometimes, allied forces even concealed information from one another.

Given their scale, if those armies worked together properly, they would have swept away their enemies long ago!

Therefore, now that the Primarchs had gathered, it was time