The So-Called Philosophy of War

From the location of the Peaceful Star System, various types of ships are constantly heading towards Nostramo.

This included two complete fleets, one of which belonged to Rogue Trader.

The other fleet was from the Imperial Fleet.

The leader of the group was Lieutenant General Futia of the Imperial Fleet.

She was sent by the Emperor to take over Nostramo and the entire Peaceful Star System.

In reality, the Emperor's intention was for her to assist him.

But Futia doesn't think so.

The Imperium is at a critical stage of its Great Crusade. The so-called assistance is actually a means to put her in charge.

Only Planets fully under the Imperium's control can provide better service for the entire Great Crusade.

Even on the Homeworld that has returned to its Primarch, there is still a well-developed Imperium Administrative System.

So this place is no exception.

Futia looked at the sword in her hand.

That was what she obtained by killing Xenos during a military operation.

It was precisely because of that military operation that she became a Lieutenant General, so this captured sword has special significance for her.

That was proof of her strength and glory.

Now, Nostramo will once again witness her civilizing achievements.

Since he himself was commanded by the Emperor, he was bound to do everything perfectly.

"The report Lieutenant General that we are about to arrive in Nostramo."

"Upon reaching the designated location, send Communications Frequency to Nostramo."

"Yes!"

Similarly, as the Imperial Fleet headed towards Nostramo, the Rogue Trader's fleet also arrived there.

When they saw this Blue Planet, and that the entire Peaceful Star System was full of habitable Planets, they were dumbfounded.

"This... is unbelievable!"

"Reporting, sir, according to our detection, the entire galaxy shows signs of technological modification."

Really.

This is indeed a man-made Planet.

"Great, I think we've got some business."

Similarly, their arrival was known to all Primarch beforehand.

Lorgar and the Great Angel possess strong Prophecy abilities.

"Brothers, it seems our study plan needs to be postponed," the Great Angel said.

Something happened?

"Yes, Horus, I think I... accidentally caused a little trouble."

Lorgar then explained the whole story.

Because of his own misfortune, he guided those lost in the Warp.

However, those who followed Lorgar's guidance to this place included not only humans, but also Aeldari, Xenos, Heretics, and many other beings.

"Looks like I'll be busy." Curze looked at the report on low Earth orbit and already had a plan in mind.

"Brother, this is your Planet, what do you plan to do?" Horus asked.

They were eager to see how this rational and wise brother would demonstrate his fighting philosophy.

"That's not difficult." Curze looked at Horus and asked, "Does your fleet have Macro-cannon?"

"Of course, don't worry. Although we don't have many men, our firepower is definitely sufficient."

Curze nodded, then looked at his brothers.

"I need your help."

"No problem," Guilliman said.

"Yes, we will help you."

"Sevatar!"

"Yes, sir!"

"You will take the Council of the Long Night to negotiate with them, to find out their intentions and their identities."

"Yes!"

During the time that Sevatar was investigating, Curze didn't rush; he just waited quietly.

Upon receiving the order, all members of the Council of the Long Night mobilized, and their first target was the fleet of the Rogue Trader.

"State your purpose, your identity, and your affiliation."

On the Flagship, the Profit, Captain Ashinu was terrified by the sudden sound.

"Enemy attack!"

Swish.

Sevatar placed his sword against Ashinu's neck.

"Purpose of visit, identity, affiliation."

He didn't want to waste his breath on these guys.

Now that most of the Primarch are here, he can't let Curze down.

"We are Rogue Trader who got lost while traveling in Warp and saw this guiding beacon."

"We want supplies and berths for our ships, and we can trade for those."

"Trade?"

"Yes, this is our trade license; we can negotiate and trade."

What are you trading?

"Anything, resources, people, even... Planet."

"Hehe." Sevatar chuckled and left.

He was amused by the foolish nobleman.

Having learned what was going on here, Sevatar activated Phase shifting and appeared behind Futia.

"Purpose of visit, identity, affiliation."

"Imperial Fleet Lieutenant General Futia has been ordered to take over Nostramo."

Hehehe.

Sevatar was so angry he laughed again.

But now is not the time; the Grand Inquisitor will receive them.

Having obtained the information he needed, Sevatar left and continued his mission.

"Grown ups."

Less than half an hour later, Sevatar emerged from the shadows.

"How's the situation?"

"Currently, there are 130 ships, including two organized fleets, both belonging to humans."

"The rest are loose cosmic groups and space pirates, Aeldari, and Heretics."

What did they say?

"They want supplies, and..."

"What else?"

"Among them, the fleet of Rogue Trader wanted to buy a Planet in the Peaceful Star System."

"The Imperial Fleet claims it has come to take over Nostramo."

"These audacious bastards!"

Fulgrim's expression changed; in his eyes, all the planets in the Peaceful Star System were works of art.

Those Rogue Trader and ronin dared to trade for this perfect cosmic art?

They taint their brotherly world with their filthy stench of money.

He wouldn't even dare to utter the phrase "trading Planet"!

As for the Imperial Fleet?

They're even worse!

This is blatant robbery!

"Brothers, I need your help," Curze said.

"Give the order, brother."

Although the Imperial Fleet belongs to the Imperium, Horus understands that the world of his own brother is not something the Imperial Fleet can simply take.

"My orders are as follows: The fleets of Horus, Roboute, Fulgrim, and Ferrus Manus shall fire the first salvo from their Macro-cannon."

"The escort fleets of Lorgar, Sanguinius, Dorn shall fire a second Macro-cannon."

Macro-cannon... volley fire???

"Brother, isn't this a bit too rough?" Sanguinius said.

"No, no, no, Great Angel, right now, all sorts of people who have wandered the Warp are coming to the vicinity of the Peaceful Star System. What we need is not appeasement."

"What we need is brutal repression."

"Nostramo is under construction, and it is precisely at times like these that we cannot afford to be weak."

"This is called making an example of someone to deter others, and to deter petty criminals."

"Trust me, brothers, if two rounds of Macro-cannon fire don't do the trick, then bring out two more."

Looking at Curze, who spoke of these things as if they were perfectly reasonable, the Primarch present thought of one person.

Their true brother, Lord Caliban, Knight King.

The Lion, Jonson.