Super Thunder Dreadnought

"Did you see the Excommunication?"

"Such a big Planet, who wouldn't see it?" Angron said.

"On my way here, I discussed the potential development and use of the Deathbane with the Excommunication Necrontyr."

"Then they granted me some access, allowing me to directly apply my abilities to that Planet."

"Your abilities affect the Planet; how do you understand that?"

Angron is a gladiator and a psychiatrist, but when it comes to mechanical modification, he's no match for Perturabo.

"You're probably already aware of the Iron Statue's situation. Simply put, once the permissions are granted, the Iron Statue can become the Machine Spirit of the Excommunication."

The Iron Statue is an ability that Perturabo only gained after awakening his Warp Essence.

"So the Iron Statue is Machine Spirit?" Angron asked somewhat awkwardly.

Now it was Perturabo's turn to be embarrassed.

"Doesn't it look like it?" Perturabo asked, barely suppressing his embarrassment.

"You know, brother, the IV Legion's construction capabilities are incredible. I always thought they were Bulldozers."

"Pfft! Haha! Fourth Brother, you know what I mean, Angron's words are quite apt!"

Perturabo never expected that Angron would name his ability like that.

"This isn't my fault; your frontline conquest wasn't fast enough."

"The original intention was to make the Iron Statue a constructive Machine Spirit."

"Isn't that a constructive Machine Spirit?" Lorgar said with a smile.

"How can that be the same? If there's not enough land for construction, I'll have to demolish it myself."

"Alright, alright, enough joking around. Fourth Brother, tell me your specific plan," Angron said.

"Simply put, let the Machine Spirit take over Excommunication, and then Excommunication itself will have the ability to transform."

"Deformation?"

Neither Angron nor Lorgar expected this.

Perturabo's Iron Statue is incredibly bizarre.

"Does that mean we can just push straight through?"

"What are you thinking, Angron? Due to the sheer size of the Excommunication, with my abilities, I can only turn Excommunication into Dreadnought Action for a maximum of ten minutes."

"Isn't that strong?"

The Dreadnought, as large as an asteroid, is piloted by the Primarch himself.

"This is different from what I expected. If it becomes Dreadnought, that state can only be used as a trump card."

"Another form is to directly transform the Excommunication into a Great Wall of Steel, which I can control directly."

"I refuse to believe that the Chaos Faction can breach my defenses! Even Rogal Dorn's defection won't save him!"

Perturabo imagined using his power to transform the entire Excommunication into a Great Wall of Steel, standing before the Eye of Terror.

He couldn't help but feel excited.

What is a large-scale project? This is a truly large-scale project!

They transformed the Planet into a defensive city, sealing off the largest Warp rift.

"Wow, it's quite lively here, haha!"

The three brothers were chatting enthusiastically when Sinleech walked in.

"God of Wisdom, it's been a long time," said Lorgar.

Sinleech was delighted to hear Lorgar say that.

"Oh my, the student has surpassed the master! Lord of the Word Bearers, you are more powerful than the Huangpizi."

See, young people really know how to talk.

"Apart from the Grandfather's changes, which were rather subtle, the changes in the rest of you are all quite noticeable."

"The Grandfather is a cunning old fox; unwilling to accept death, he simply relinquishes the Death Power to the Pale King."

"In this way, he not only cultivated a good relationship with the Pale King, but also consolidated his own power."

"You can do that?" Lorgar asked in surprise.

"What else do you think? As the saying goes, old people are shrewd and clever, let alone the Grandfather, who has existed since the beginning of life."

"However, I advise you not to be too happy yet. The Chaos offensive here won't stop just because of this."

Sinleech knew very well that Abaddon's crazy actions had brought his fate forward.

The backlash and lingering effects of a misplaced fate are immense.

If they don't resolve all the problems at this point...

The situation we will face later will likely be a hundred times more difficult than it is now.

"Tell me, Chancellor Excellency, what should we do?" Lorgar asked.

"Simple: You must kill every Chaos faction involved in this war at least twice."

A single, simple kill could very well be a buffer against a twisted fate.

However, killing the opponent twice directly can fundamentally prevent the Chaos faction from launching a counterattack in the short term.

"No problem, let's get started now. The IV Legion will take over this battlefield next."

"Then leave a portion of the Dawn Army Group here, and the rest will go with the XII Legion to find the Eighth Legion."

"Regardless of the circumstances, the safety of the Night Haunter must be guaranteed," Perturabo said.

"That's what I think too. Although we only have the organizational structure of three Legions, we actually have the strength of nearly four Legions, so it's definitely possible."

Don't forget, the Dawn Army Group consists of two Legion.

This means that its organizational structure is much larger than that of a typical Legion.

In addition, there was the impact of the Despair phantom of fate that followed Han Mingxuan's disappearance at 30K.

After they learned of Han Mingxuan's whereabouts again, the construction of the Dawn Army Group became a top priority.

"Everyone... please wait."

Guilliman, behind the door, hesitated for a long time before finally only saying "everyone".

There was no other way; among the Primarch waiting outside, he was the only one with higher education.

Even for a nobleman like him who had received higher education, this Primarch.

Even when facing the three Primarch standing in the Operations Command Room, they didn't dare to directly call each other "brother."

It's so awkward and dramatic.

"Haha, Roboute, you've finally decided to show yourselves." Angron stepped forward and laughed.

"Angron, I..."

"I understand. Since you're here, let's discuss it in detail."

Then, led by Guilliman, the other Primarch entered the command room one after another.

However, upon entering the command room, the Primarch of 40K all looked towards Lorgar.

Why are you all looking at me like that? I don't have Scriptures on me right now.

"Um... Lorgar, the Scriptures aren't the point, the hair is." The Lord of Drakes said in as gentle a tone as possible.

With her long hair and upright Lorgar, Luo Jia looks remarkably like Emperor.

But it would have been better if he hadn't said it; once he did, he realized the situation was getting awkward.

After he said those words, he noticed that Lorgar's expression changed instantly.

As for Angron and Perturabo, who had remained silent on the other side, they were suppressing laughter.

"Did I... did I say something wrong?"

"It's not your fault, Vulkan. Think of Horus."

"Angron!"

"Sorry, bro, but sometimes you have to let people know the truth, or you'll be in more trouble later."

Angron did it with good intentions, but his current strained state makes it hard to reconcile that with good intentions.

The other Primarch present quickly understood that moment.

After understanding this, the Lord of Drakes found himself in an even more difficult situation.

"Um... I'm so sorry, Lorgar."

Lorgar had no choice but to take a deep breath.

"Alright, Lord of Drakes, I don't blame you. Let's synchronize our battle plan."