You and I Have No Choice

Perturabo's voice echoed beside the representatives of every Legion.

Those present were naturally the finest warriors and strategists of their respective Legions. They could all appreciate the superiority and feasibility of the Lord of Iron's plan.

He was right. Under normal circumstances, if they simply fought a war of attrition head-on, the only road ahead of them was defeat and destruction.

Yet even if it was theoretically feasible, putting it into practice was an entirely different matter.

They had no idea what price they would have to pay to directly warp-translate as much of their army as possible from the regions of Uranus and Pluto to Terra.

The Solar System might have been only a single star system, but the distances between its celestial bodies were immense.

Even the Moon, Terra's closest neighbor, could fit all eight planets within the Earth-Moon distance when it reached apogee.

The distances between the other planets were even greater.

Such distances might have been insignificant in faster-than-light travel, but crossing them within the Solar System was harder than ascending to heaven.

More critically, the closer they got to Terra, the more severely the Warp was suppressed by the Emperor's light. That meant they would have to pay an even greater price.

Perhaps only by sacrificing every mortal slave to the Dark Gods would they be able to accomplish such an inconceivable ultra-long-range translation.

Thus, all the representatives fell silent.

Mortal slaves were valuable property, especially in this time of scarce supplies. To maintain their own operations and wield the power of the Warp, they had to continually consume mortal slaves.

No one wanted to take the lead. Everyone wanted someone else to make the first sacrifice.

Perturabo's expression grew increasingly dark and terrifying. Everyone present could sense the violent aura radiating from him even