Deep inside Golden Throne, Robert Guilliman has asked the Adeptus Mechanicus person responsible for recording the meeting three times in a row to confirm whether the list in front of him is some kind of bad joke from Tzeentch.
The names on the list are not unfamiliar, Sanguinius, Ferrus Manus, Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, as well as those brothers who are missing, dead or have been changed by Warp, some Primarchs They just regained the path to Terra, while others needed Emperor and the Four Gods to stabilize their souls and re-establish the connection between the body and reality. As for the names whose original soul state could not be confirmed, the list remained blank.
The most striking blank space belongs to Horus.
Guilliman turned over the last page and finally looked up at Golden Throne.
"Father, I can understand why we must cooperate, and I can also accept that Sanguinius and Ferus are really here again. But now you tell me that the person responsible for ensuring that this plan will not have any fraud, soul pollution, and causal abnormalities is the Lord of Changes Tzeentch?"
"Your suspicion is very reasonable, my dear Regent."
A voice sounded from the projection of Warp, which was isolated from reality. The huge image displayed by Tzeentch was some kind of consciousness map that was allowed to enter the Terra meeting area. Countless changing light points revolved around that outline.
"So I prepared a perfect plan."
Guilliman covered his forehead and closed his eyes.
"This is exactly the opening statement I least want to hear."
"You haven't even seen the plan yet!"
"For the past ten thousand years, every time you announced you had a perfect plan, it usually ended with a few sectors disappearing or one of my brothers suddenly deciding to prove he was smarter than his father."
Magnus, who was standing at the other end of the meeting, slowly turned his head.
"Guilliman, I think you should describe the history more accurately."
Ferus was originally maintaining an extremely unfriendly silence with Fulgrim. When he heard these words, he finally couldn't help but sneer.
"Accurate?!" He suddenly turned to Fulgrim, "Then let me tell Isstvan V more accurately! Who advised me to abandon my father? Who cut off my head with my own hands after I refused? Fulgrim, look at me! Do you still remember that sword?!"
"Of course I remember!" Fulgrim raised his voice sharply, "Do you think you are the only one trapped in Istvan?! Do you think I need you to remind me what I have done?!"
Ferus took a step forward, and Sanguinius immediately grabbed his shoulders, but the angel's eyes when he looked at Fulgrim also didn't have much warmth.
"That's enough, brothers, I also remember how I died on Vengeful Spirit." His voice made both of them stop. "Father asked us to stand here again to deal with those things that are destroying Milky Way. As for Istvan, Terra, and those unpaid hatreds... no one asked us to forget."
"But they do need to fight!" Khorne's voice finally overcame the others, "Let them fight! Then kill that Amon!"
"If you are willing to wait for him to finish explaining the plan," Emperor's will came from Golden Throne, "We may be able to know where our army needs to go before the real war begins."
Tzeentch immediately stopped the ever-changing projection.
"Finally, someone is willing to discuss business. Everyone, you have always understood the problem to be that there are too many enemies, but the real and most important problem is that our troops cannot reach the correct position as needed."
The projection unfolded, and a war map that was too huge to be described with ordinary Milky Way coordinates appeared in front of everyone.
The area occupied by the Void Legion anomaly overlaps with Warp. Some routes have been cut off by Flood's cognitive pollution, and assimilation phenomena that are enough to change the structure of reality have occurred in other places. Even if Imperium of Man has a huge fleet, it cannot ensure that a reinforcement force can arrive at the normal time.
"One of the original Webway Project's purposes was to free mankind from dependence on dangerous Warp navigation." Tzeentch enlarged a damaged Webway structure, "Emperor wanted to Humanity has obtained a stable channel, but now, we still have four collaborators who are willing to open up the permissions of Warp. Since Webway in a single universe can bypass the distance of ordinary reality, why can't we study Webway that crosses the boundaries of different universes?"
Guilliman's eyes finally changed.
"Are you going to expand the damaged human Webway into a multiverse transportation system?"
"To be precise, we first establish a cross-world Webway node that can be verified in both directions."
Nurgle showed interest for the first time.
"So, those worlds that are gradually dying can also get a chance to grow again?"
"If they are willing to accept assistance, and we can ensure that whatever is tracking them will not follow Webway to find anyone else."
Slaanesh let out a chuckle.
"A network that can connect all civilizations, all desires and all wars sounds really exciting."
However, at this time, Lin Cuo did not know that the Lord of Changes, who was better at coming up with grand plans than him, was already preparing to connect multiple universes to the same game map.
All he wanted to know now was how many more aircraft the Imperial Air Force was planning to lose.
Persia Northeast Department, Area 18 Joint Aviation Command Post, Cornelia have read three aviation assault loss reports in a row.
In the first round of 792 aircraft dispatched, 96 did not return and 147 were seriously injured. Although several subsequent dispatches opened a short window of suppression, each tactical result had to be exchanged for more aircraft, more crews and more maintenance time.
The most annoying thing is that they have completed their scheduled ground advance.
The Imperial Armored Forces regained two transportation corridors and recaptured some highlands. However, when they were really preparing to break into Landing Unit, the leading troops were forced to stop again.
"Dalton, what I want to hear is what else can be done!!"
Cornelia put down the file and looked at the entrance corridor that was re-marked in red.
Dalton made no attempt to comfort her.
"Your Highness, the main problem for our army is still sustained firepower. The Imperial Air Force can use low-altitude routes to enter the target area, but each penetration will weaken the belly barrier during the bombing stage. We have modified the release procedure, but the number of Laser-Class far exceeds the initial estimate. After the suppression window is over, subsequent echelons will not be able to continue to enter."
Gilford is also present, he has just returned from the front.
"Your Highness, the second batch of intruding troops has already advanced to the predetermined assembly area, but the Area 18 colonial troops do not have enough heavy artillery, and without the corresponding scale of Tank and engineering equipment, our KMF cannot establish a road alone that can allow hundreds of thousands of troops to continue to advance."
Cornelia was silent for a moment.
"So we still have to rely on the Tank and Artillery of the Eastern Regent."
"That's certainly the case at the moment."
"What wonderful news."
Gilford could tell that this sentence was not a happy one at all, so he could only change the topic.
"However, Your Highness, Great Han Regent's private life and diplomatic behavior are difficult to evaluate, but on the issue of Common Defense, he has not breached the contract."
"I know, Gilford, the last thing I need you to remind me is when that person is actually useful!"
The alarm sounded at this moment, and the empire Forward Observation Station discovered that a mineralized structure in the Landing Unit Northwest direction was rising.
Initially they thought it was the new Fortress-Class cluster.
But when the thick mineralized shell cracked to both sides, what was really exposed made the technical officer responsible for identification silent for a while.
It is far taller than the ordinary Laser-Class, with a length of about fifteen meters and a height of more than twenty meters. The heat dissipation tissue on the back and sides is unfolding, and the huge optical transmitter slowly lifts up and turns to the direction of the gathering of the Imperial Air Force.
"Reporting to His Highness Princess, it is suspected to be Heavy Laser-Class! The energy response currently observed is much stronger than that of ordinary Laser-Class. According to the special enemy situation previously shared by Great Han, it may threaten low-altitude targets hundreds of kilometers away!"
"Order the aviation assault group to disperse and not to climb along the original rendezvous corridor!"
But the order was still a step late. The Imperial aircraft preparing for the third round of assault were ascending from several valleys at the same time, preparing to use the short window that had been repeatedly verified to release ammunition intensively. The escort, electronic warfare and attack aircraft groups had already entered the same offensive airspace, and a large number of aircraft had just completed the switch of weapons authorization.
At this time, a thick white light rose from behind the mountain ridge. At first, it only penetrated the heavy bomber at the front. Then the launcher continuously adjusted its direction, and the entire high-energy beam swept along the altitude zone where the imperial aircraft intensively entered.
The first bomber and its bomb bay disappeared directly in the explosion. The attack aircraft at the rear tried to dive, but Shield was continuously overloaded in a very short period of time. Several other aircraft were not directly illuminated, but were involved in the broken structure of the front body and the explosion. The automatic avoidance system kept alarming, but the formation commander found that he could not find a safe route for the entire team to escape at the same time.
"All down! Don't keep climbing!"
"The third group lost contact!"
"My Shield can't hold on anymore, the left wing is--"
"Don't follow the plane behind you! Don't--"
Cornelia In front of his eyes, a whole blue aviation mark suddenly turned red.
After the first beam stopped, nearly half of the aviation forces invested by the empire in this attack window had lost their combat capabilities. Combined with the losses from previous rounds of air strikes, Persia Theater's existing aviation assault group was almost disabled, and many aircraft that were still able to fly had to return to the maintenance area immediately.
That Heavy Laser-Class only fired once.
"Your Highness!"
Dalton was already urging for follow-up command orders, but Cornelia first looked at the flying units that were still trying to request an attack.
"Cancel all uninitiated concentrated climb assaults, follow-up aircraft remain at the airport, and are not allowed to be exposed without my order."
"But the high ground we just recaptured..."
"Then let the ground troops hold it! Let them set up their positions behind the rock formations!"
Gilford has stood up.
"Your Highness, I request to go to the front line to reorganize the escort troops."
"Approved, but you are not allowed to personally drive Gloucester to charge that thing in order to prove the courage of the Imperial Knights!"
Gilford was preparing to leave when he suddenly received another emergency report from the southern front.
The underground seismic monitoring network showed that a huge target was approaching them from deep levels.