The Destruction of Calth

"The Emperor of the Imperium Secundus? Has Sanguinius gone mad?!"

Lion El'Jonson was furious. If he hadn't been certain that the Night Haunter was referring to the original destiny, he would have already placed his sword against Sanguinius's neck.

"The situation was rather complicated at the time, but that's a story for another time. Let's continue with the Battle of Calth."

"The Ultramarines launched a counterattack, and their counterattack was indeed effective; however, Roboute himself kept his Psychic Power talents hidden."

"This resulted in Roboute having very low resistance to Warp spells. Even that incompletely modified bastard, Kor Phaeron, with the Warp God, caused Roboute a lot of trouble."

"However, Primarch is still Primarch. Roboute, relying on his immense power, crushed one of Kor Phaeron's hearts."

"So what happened to that destined planet Calth?" Guilliman asked.

"That place has become hell again, Roboute."

"This..."

Guilliman never expected the Night Haunter to give such an answer, but he quickly came to terms with it.

"The Word Bearers weren't just attacking Calth; they were murdering the Sun."

"A massive amount of weaponry was projected onto the sun, destroying its normal functions."

"Although the Ultramarines prevented Calth's sun from becoming Supernova, a massive amount of radiation still reached the surface of Calth."

"From that moment on, Calth became a hellish world."

"It was precisely because of this war that 100,000 Ultramarines perished."

"Now, for the question about the Fate/stay night storyline, if Legion Ultramarines lost 100,000 troops, how many troops did they have left?"

As the Night Haunter began asking questions again, the other Primarch lost their will to speak.

Logically speaking, once the Night Haunter starts asking questions, it's definitely not a good thing.

But this time, to their utter surprise, it wasn't bad news.

The answer to the Night Haunter's question was given by Roboute himself.

"250,000 remains."

Um?

Roboute's simple answer caused all the other Primarch to stare at him in astonishment.

No, bro, is your answer correct?

If 100,000 out of 250,000 were vaccinated, why are there still 250,000 left?

Even if you have strong logistical capabilities, you can't keep the number of people the same.

"That's right, Roboute, you understand yourself better."

"War is about logistics and information; I will always remember that."

"So when I look back at my original fate now, I'm somewhat relieved, relieved that it wasn't you I betrayed, Roboute."

"In your original destiny, your logistical support capabilities were the strongest."

In short, Ultramarines have an extremely strong ability to mass produce units.

"It seems we need to have a good talk, Roboute," Lion El'Jonson said.

"Lion El'Jonson, all the documents concerning the Ultramarines' governance of the sector can be found in the Imperium Archives."

"Roboute is right. After all, being good at fighting is one thing, but being good at managing is another," Curze added.

In the current timeline, due to Han Mingxuan's early intervention and the influence Han Mingxuan brought, the entire Nostramo's mindset is quite different from what it used to be.

In terms of war-related logistical support and information communication capabilities, Nostramo truly excelled.

"Curze is right. I don't know what they were thinking at the time, but based on what we saw and heard in Nostramo."

"Based on my assessment, right now in Nostramo, anyone who can handle a gun is ready for the battlefield."

Roboute spoke these words calmly, but to the other Primarch, they were terrifying.

The entire population of Nostramo is nearly 10 billion.

According to the logic Roboute just mentioned, anyone from fourteen or fifteen years old to sixty or seventy years old can go to the battlefield, which is the fighting power of billions of people.

However, the Night Haunter did not allow them to delve too deeply into this matter.

They only need a general understanding of what happened in Nostramo.

"Alright, that concludes the discussion about Nostramo."

"Ultramar, who was originally destined for this situation, is having a tough time right now."

The situation in Ultramar is even more complicated!

"Night Haunter, tell me quickly! What exactly happened to Ultramar in its original destiny?!"

Seeing Roboute's anxiety, the Night Haunter, unusually, did not mock or ridicule him.

He simply continued his story.

While the war raged on Calth, the forces led by Lorgar and Angron were also destroying the 500 Worlds of Ultramar.

"This plan was proposed by Lorgar. At the time, he set his sights on Ultramar in order to complete one of his spells."

"He needs to sacrifice enough blood and souls into the Warp, and then use a spell to completely separate the Imperium of Man from the eastern part of human territory."

"As a result, the common people of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar suffered greatly, and 100 worlds were completely slaughtered."

100 Worlds!

Upon hearing this number, Guilliman's face turned pale.

Then he turned to look at Lorgar, and then glanced at Angron.

Both of them felt a little uncomfortable under Guilliman's gaze.

Although it was something that was destined to happen, it was still the two of them.

Normally, some people would feel embarrassed for others, but now they feel embarrassed for themselves, or rather, more than just embarrassed.

Fortunately, their Uncle gave them a hand, enabling them to perform exceptionally well during the Great Crusade.

Otherwise, given their current state, they would be dragged out and beheaded immediately.

"Of course, some minor incidents occurred during this time. Due to Angron's increasingly volatile temper, this undoubtedly slowed down Lorgar's plans."

"The Butcher's Nails, crafted from technology left over from Dark Age of Technology, is corroding everything in Angron."

"To free his brother from the Butcher's Nails, Lorgar prepared another spell, identical to the one mentioned before."

"Therefore, Lorgar and Angron returned to Nuceria with a small group of people, but when Angron returned to his Homeworld, everything before him shocked him."

When the Night Haunter reached this point, Angron tensed up. He desperately wanted to know what had happened to Nuceria in their original destiny.

Don't look at me like that, Angron.

"You want to know what happened to Nuceria in the original fate, but I'm here to tell you that nothing happened to Nuceria."

"Nothing happened? What does that mean?"

"Angron, let me give you a friendly reminder: during the Great Crusade, efficiency is key. The Imperium only requires conquered Planets to believe in the Imperial Truth, overthrow their religions, and pay Tithes."

"So..."

"So those damned slave owners weren't defeated, and they still retain a large portion of their power?"

"Yes."

With just those two simple words, Angron's face darkened.

"And then? What happened next?"