Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

"Is there any way to open the star gate?"

While the Emperor was entertaining Horus, he sent a projection to communicate with Zhang Cheng in the core of Mars.

"No."

The response was crisp and clear, without any room for ambiguity.

"The Necrons dare not come to me, they rely on the residual power of their main body to intimidate me. You expect me to fight with my current strength... You really overestimate me."

Seeing that the emperor looked normal, Zhang Cheng gave up his teasing thoughts, stood up, with his dragon head hidden in the mist, his eyes shining like the sun.

"The purpose of looking for me is to find a fast and stable means of transportation, but the actual distance is too far, and there is chaos in the subspace.

Once you use psionic magic to forcibly pull back the lost Primarch, it will inevitably be a huge event and the strange phenomenon cannot be concealed.

When encountering Chaos' targeted sneak attacks, it can be said that for every Primarch saved, one will be captured by Chaos.

The Huangliang system used can guide the original body to learn in a dream, but it is useless without stimulation to activate the preset means.

Moreover, the separation between reality and illusion has always existed. When a confused person suddenly overlaps with a wise person, the gap in cognition will cause a huge blow to the spirit. "

Zhang Cheng talked a lot and the Emperor was surprised at his insight. It seemed that this guy who was separated from the original body was not a complete waste.

"You just want to save the Primarch, don't you? Simple."

Finally, when it came to the core issue, the emperor couldn't help but listen attentively.

"Obtaining the Primarch is beneficial to humanity in two aspects: during the period of unification, it is the node of the Anti-Hand Legion and the spiritual pillar of the Empire's military strength; it is the anchor point when counterattacking the Warp and recasting the human totem, and it is also the medium against Chaos.

The value of the original body actually lies in its essence. The core of the goal is not to take away the essence. Losing the skin is just a bit of trouble.

Give them containers, in the form of weapons, to carry with them at all times.

It will help you save your life when you are in danger, and it will also improve your combat power."

Obviously, the other party came prepared, and the proposed solution was suitable for the situation, very covert, and left almost no room for rebuttal.

"Okay, give me the stuff."

Resisting the urge to hit someone, the emperor smiled as if in the spring breeze.

"you're so dumb?

Can you give it to me?

Will the other party (enemy) feel at ease if the things leave your place?

During combat, they would certainly try their best to destroy the weapon, or at least separate the Primarch from the weapon.

That would be useless.

Go through the channels of the Mechanicus, the Pagans and the Xenomorphs, I will put the things there, and the information and intelligence will be directly transmitted to your helmet."

"Okay, thank you very much."

The Emperor didn't know what expression he had on his face when he returned. In a rage, he directly crushed an orc in the star system to death, killing every spore with his precise and violent psionic energy.

Upon seeing this, the imperial officials naturally responded with an overwhelming amount of flattery and praise, and sang endless praises.

The emperor was upset, but he couldn't talk to them or get angry with them, so he could only act mysterious and send everyone away.

After the welcome party, Horus officially entered the vision of the Imperial high-level officials. During several years of education, the Primarch grew rapidly.

Twenty years after the expedition began, the Imperial Army is waging a three-dimensional war.

The Astartes Brothers were not used as the main force, but as light tanks that could maneuver quickly to eliminate vitality points.

The bulk of the conquest is carried out by the Imperial Army. When the Lord of the Luna Wolves tests the proportion of the Astartes, the efficiency of the warlords will drop drastically.

It's not that they want to use mortals as the main force. In this era, there are many different types of alien races and pocket empires, and they are powerful. It's hard to expect them to hold the line...

The alien race will probably come over to beg for peace: Stop sending, stop sending, we can’t eat any more.

If they want to defeat these monsters, they now have to rely on the Astartes, the Titan Legion of the Mechanicus and the most important Imperial Fleet.

Horus already knew the urgency of the Great Crusade, and he wished he could split the mortal auxiliary forces into two, not to mention the Astartes.

Using all the Astartes to flatten the battlefield would incur huge costs and losses, which would be unbearable for the men and difficult to support with the armor and armaments.

The army advanced in an orderly manner, with the routes of advance, areas for repair, routes for entry of follow-up support troops, and defensive positions to be prepared by those remaining behind being well organized.

Advancing on a battlefield the size of a planet, Horus did not rely on an intelligent computer, but only on his own thoughts to command, and he was able to do it as smoothly as if he had his own arm.

Exercising the brain helps to improve willpower, and Horus also uses this to secretly train his psychic powers.

In terms of interpersonal relationships, Horus strives to be comprehensive.

Huangliang Space, regular exchanges are held as scheduled.

Of course there is good news.

Primarchs such as Dorn, Lion, and Chagatai said that the situation was going well and they were about to completely control their home planet.

The parents of Primarch No. 13 are very good. They are really normal people. Not only can they manage things well, but they are also rational and skilled in managing the stars. They are the first choice for operations and may be able to rescue Malcador from the complicated affairs in the future.

There's more bad news to come.

Finus said that he was pinned down in a cave and beaten by a broken silver python. The python didn't kill him, but he still couldn't defeat it.

Conrad's ability to predict the future allows him to know what will happen in advance, but under the compulsion to watch the endless possibilities of the future, his mental state is very bad and he has some symptoms of schizophrenia.

Mortarion was being chased and beaten by his alien adoptive father. He didn't know what skills the other party had, and with his physical fitness, he couldn't withstand the poison gas.

There are many such things to mention.

The worst one is Angron. He is no match for the local human government and can't defeat the slave owners!

Looking through his memories, the Emperor was speechless for a moment.

Angron is really unlucky. Nutheria was once a prison planet during the Celestial Empire era. The weapons of the prison guards are not within the attack range of the Necrons, so the anesthesia technology, punishment methods, and arrest capabilities have not been weakened much.

Not only are the disintegration weapons and flesh controllers fully functional, but the prison design is also flawless, making it impossible to escape using conventional means.

In comparison, there are constantly refreshing subspace creatures and wild monsters in the foggy forest on Ryan's planet; Sanguinius has some minor mutations, which can still be considered a minor problem.

"Father, should we make a decision now? I'm afraid..."

Horus was worried. He was afraid that if he didn't explain the overall situation quickly and set future goals and plans, there would be trouble.

"No, everyone has to be present offline before we can talk about it."

Without a second thought, this meeting is of great significance.

The Emperor thus learned about the situations of the Primarchs, and was able to roughly infer that those Primarchs had psychological problems, and then decided how to fight Chaos in the future.

"Leman Russ, Fainus, Fulgrim, Vulkan, Dorn..."

Whispering a string of names quickly and quietly, Horus already understood the marching plan and his own strategic mission.