Finally, Emperor made a decision.
Throne Room Under the domes of the palace, the air seemed to be more solidified than before.
Emperor's voice slowly rolled through the silence, like a sleeping mountain finally starting to move.
"Valdor."
Those two words carried an irresistible weight and fell into the silent Throne Room.
Valdor's back straightened slightly, and the Spear that was placed in front of him stood up silently, and a very thin metal vibration sounded throughout the Throne Room.
Then Valdor turned around, walked directly in front of Emperor, lowered his head slightly. "Wait for orders, my lord."
"Lead two thousand Adeptus Custodes, plus Imperial Fists Legion stationed here, to Mars. Regardless of whether Lorgar's information is correct or not, we must make a plan to deal with it." Every word of Emperor was slow and precise.
"If Fabricator-General is really organizing a rebellion as Lorgar said, then uproot it in the name of humanity. If that information is a trap, you have to use it in exchange for a breakthrough."
"Mars is the source of our blood and strength, and we will never allow anything to betray it."
"In addition, activate some of the weapons in Imperial Palace Black Cells that we can already control. Once Fabricator-General is determined to be insurgent, we will activate it immediately." When Emperor said this, his eyes did not look at Valdor, but fell into the darkness in Throne Room.
Emperor paused for a moment, then added in a low voice, "Those things should be used where they are supposed to be used."
"As you command, my lord."
Valdor's voice fell, and he saluted Emperor, then turned around and strode towards the exit of Throne Room.
His figure passed through the giant door that was more than tens of meters high and disappeared into the darkness behind the thick gate.
As he left, a low and urgent command sounded from outside Throne Room.
Two thousand Adeptus Custodes are gathering. Their armors are lined up in vertical and horizontal light paths under the golden dome.
Imperial Fists Legion and Space Marine also set off from their respective stations, their yellow armor looking like a continuous barrier in the pale light of Terra.
The whole Imperial Palace seemed like a huge machine that had been sleeping for a long time and suddenly started to operate again, with a low roar coming from the gears and levers.
At this moment, another figure walked in from the direction of the side door of Throne Room.
It was a figure tall enough to tilt the candlelight in the temple.
He wears a yellow Power Armour that has been honed on the battlefield. The logo of Imperial Fists is engraved on the shoulder armor, and a clenched fist is etched in black on the brass background.
The person's figure is tall and has clear lines, and every step he takes carries a sense of order that is accurate to the millimeter.
Roger·Dorn, Imperial Fists Legion Primarch, Defender of Terra, arrived among Throne Room.
"Father." Dorn walked up to Emperor, his voice low and mellow, like a rock rolling through an iron pipe.
There was no fatigue on his face, and his deep eyes shone with a calm light under the light.
Just like him, he is as strong as a rock.
He did not take the order and leave quickly like Valdor, but stayed in front of Throne. Obviously, there were more important things that needed to be reported to Emperor in person.
Emperor's eyes fell on him, he paused for a moment, and then said, "Dorn."
Emperor knows that Dorn has been fighting side by side with the main force of the Imperial Fists Legion in War of the Webway. Under the impact of the Daemons tide, Defense Line was established, using steel and flesh and blood to hold up a section of Defense Line that was about to collapse, giving the rest of the troops room to breathe and maneuver.
He is Emperor's hardest spear and strongest shield.
"Father." Dorn spoke again, with a slightly imperceptible tension in his voice.
"Starport of Terra seized a Warship from Death Guard. The ship tried to break through the outer cordon of Terra without submitting any entry permit and identification code. It was forcibly intercepted by Defense Fleet, and then Mechanized forces broke into the ship and disarmed it."
"Commander is determined to be Commander of Death Guard Seventh Company, Garro." Dorn's words are like a meticulous machine, biting together piece by piece without any unnecessary nonsense.
"Garro?" Emperor raised his head slightly, his golden eyes flashing in the dim light of the hall, as if searching for a name in a huge memory bank.
He did not respond immediately, because the name was not part of the long list he needed to remember every day, but more like a random pawn that suddenly landed on the edge of the chessboard.
Malcador also tilted his head slightly, the edge of his gray robe gently fluttering in the shadows, as if he was also waiting for the real content behind the name.
"Yes." Dorn nodded.
The nodding movement was neither urgent nor slow, but the lines of his shoulders were stiffer than before.
But what he said next was like a cannonball injected with high pressure, causing everyone present to take a breath.
There was irrepressible anger in Dorn's voice. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "That bastard from Death Guard actually said that Warmaster had rebelled."
Those words fell into the Throne Room air like ice water falling into boiling oil.
Malcador's fingers suddenly tightened in the sleeves of his robe, and he didn't even notice the pain of his nails digging into his palms.
Those Adeptus Custodess in Throne Room who were standing in the dark or in the light were slightly shaken at the same time. The air in the entire Throne Room seemed to be suddenly sucked away, leaving only Emperor's silent face half-covered by shadows.
Warmaster.
That name has been the irreplaceable sword of Imperium for decades. The name of Horus Lupercal carries the memory of countless victories and the glory of countless conquered Stars. It is sung in every military camp and engraved on the bow of every ship.
No one would have thought that this name would one day be paired with the word "rebellion".
And these words actually came from the mouth of a Death Guard officer who was detained at the Terra port.
Dorn's breathing was still steady. The anger that he had not shown when he personally stopped the Daemons wave on the front line was now being squeezed out bit by bit from between his teeth and throat.
If what he said is true, it means that one of the largest Fleets in history may have turned its gun.
And if it was a false accusation, how could Seventh Company Captain of Death Guard dare to use such a serious crime in Terra that would warrant him being sentenced to death, just to throw dirty water on a name that has been deified?
Emperor did not respond to Dorn's words.
He sat on Golden Throne, his eyes lowered.
There was no excess emotion on his face as always, but his dark golden eyes were flowing in silence, like a giant scale being weighed silently.
In that brief silence, the entire Throne Room was waiting for his decision.