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He wore a gas mask shaped like a pig's snout, leaving only his eyes exposed. At the same time, a strong stench of poison gas emanated from his body, and even other rebel Astartes were reluctant to get too close to him.

These sons of Mortarion, who are of the descent of Barbarus, like their genetic father, like to wear poisonous aromatherapy from their hometown. Those highly toxic gases can make the Death Guard feel at home.

Ashuldon glanced at the Death Guard commander and understood what he meant. He was just secretly mocking the fragility of their other legions.

When it comes to tenacity, only the Barbarus can stand out from the crowd.

"Everyone, this time the Pseudo-Emperor's army is very different from before. Intelligence from multiple fronts has shown that they have completed the replacement and equipment upgrades, even the Void Battleships."

As he spoke, the huge figure of the Sky Eagle appeared in the huge holographic projection. Beside her, there was also the Queen of Glory-class battleship such as the Spirit of Vengeance as a reference.

Seeing the ship's hull that was as long as three Glorious Queens, the representatives from all parties fell silent.

"I remember that the Furious Abyss-class battleship that we and Kebhar secretly built in the dock on Jupiter was only slightly larger than the Glorious Queen, right?"

"Those Dark Mechanicus rubbish are despicable. We invested so many resources and strength, but they left us with no advantage in the war."

Noisy arguments and curses rang out in the command post. The representatives present were from different legions and the relationship between them was not harmonious.

If it weren't for Ashurden, the most prestigious son of Horus, they would have parted ways in a quarrel.

The legions that launched the rebellion were never a monolithic group; the core of all of them was the war commander, Horus.

The Iron Warriors' commander was shrouded in iron-gray Mark IV Extreme Power Armor. He did not utter a word, but silently watched the warships of the Fourth Legion that escaped back in the holographic projection.

He accurately calculated the battle losses, but found that their casualty rate was far greater than that of the pseudo-emperor's army.

The son of Perturabo was the best at calculation and prediction, and this was not good news.

How many such warships does the False Emperor's army have? If the White Scars have them, then what about the Dark Angels and Blood Angels who came to support the Beta Garmon Cluster? Don't they have them?

After some cold calculations, he concluded that the rebels' chances of winning were declining.

If they can’t even take down Betagarmon, how are they going to conquer Terra?

"I heard that after the news of the defeat from Pullman 4, the captured Emperor's Children Commander Elkenax was also released?" said the Iron Warrior.

The representative of the Emperor's Son, dressed in gorgeous armor and Phoenician purple, could no longer sit still.

"So what? That rubbish Elkenax has been put into the Hellbeast. He will continue to be loyal to the Primarch."

The focus of the dispute between the Iron Warriors and the Emperor's Children was the Emperor's Children commander sent back by Lion Jonson. After being brainwashed by the Sandalwood Priory and learning all the secrets, Elkenax was sent back on a transport ship.

Of course, Ryan would not be so kind. After being tortured by those inner circle veterans, Elkenax had already become a complete cripple. Even the black shell had been pulled out from under his skin, and his brain had become completely insane after the torture.

The Lion King's actions were intended to assert his presence and provoke the rebels, and both Horus and Ashurden were well aware of this.

Facing this terrifying opponent, even Horus would not act rashly, nor would he be disturbed by these boring emotions.

"Silence!" said Ashurden.

Because Fulgrim had plotted against Perturabo and severely injured the Iron Lord, the relationship between the Iron Warriors and the Emperor's Children deteriorated rapidly.

Ashurden understood that if he did not speak up, the two legions with huge hatred would probably start fighting each other.

"For the sake of Horus, and for the great cause of overthrowing the false emperor, brothers, please stay calm."

After the title of the Warmaster was mentioned, everyone present finally calmed down. No one dared to disobey the reputation of the Wolf Shepherd God, not to mention that Horus himself was in the Beta Garmon Star Cluster.

The Sixteenth Legion announced that Horus had arrived in Betagarmon and was on his way.

However, only Ashurden knew that his genetic father had actually gone to the western part of the galaxy to seize a new weapon that could fight against the false emperor's battleships.

"Blackstone Fortress." Ashurden muttered to himself.

In the space naval battle in the Zeta Garmon galaxy, he remotely commanded the troops and warships. Ashurden thought he had demonstrated his full potential, but he still failed utterly in front of the desperate new flagship of the White Scars.

If they cannot deal with the Sky Eagle, then no matter how many warships they gather, they will not be able to escape the fate of defeat.

The Blackstone Fortress was the key to turning the disadvantage around, so Horus went to take it himself. He did not trust any of his descendants to take on such an important task.

"The false emperor's army will definitely continue to attack. We can't be distracted too much by the White Scars' big moves—" Ashurden said, expressing his own views. "The most critical opponent is Ryan Jonson, the terrible beast of Caliban. He is the one we have to deal with in the end."

"Chagatai Khan's actions were to cover up for his brothers. Didn't you notice? Why do we only see the White Scars' big moves from the intelligence? What are the more terrifying and powerful Dark Angels doing?"

The Son of Horus felt a chill running down his spine from the intelligence. On the battlefield, invisible enemies like the Dark Angels were the most terrifying, which meant that he had no insight into the opponent's strategic intentions at all.

"I didn't see it." A World Eater captain with a Butcher's Nail on his head and an undisguised murderous aura said, and he was quite sincere.

"I don't care about these. I only care about whether I can make the false emperor's army bleed! The Blood God is expecting me to chop off more heads. I can't endure it any longer!"

Ashurden sighed helplessly. These World Eaters were originally good at war, but after being driven into trouble, all they had left was the desire to kill.

Their genetic father had long since disappeared in the legion, just like the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim. According to rumors, Angron has been wandering on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds, and Horus has sent the Iron Lord to retrieve the Primarch who had ascended to magic.

Together with Fulgrim who was sought after by the Great Bearer, and Magnus whose whereabouts were unknown, there were not many Primarchs who could be considered reliable among the rebels.

Ashuldeng looked at the strange-looking group of rebels in front of him and felt deeply tired.

He couldn't lead them, he really couldn't. If it wasn't for the need to gather all available forces in order to overthrow the false emperor, Horus wouldn't want to win these guys over to his camp.

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Although he cursed these stupid teammates in his heart, Ashurden still maintained a calm and composed look on his face.

Horus personally ordered him to command the entire Beta-Garmon Cluster army. He had to maintain the current situation at all costs and launch a counterattack after the Father of Genes returned.

The situation is now clear. Even in terms of void combat, they are no longer a match for the Pseudo-Emperor's army. All they can do is consolidate their defense.

"We have to mobilize the nobles of the planets who want to join us, as well as the leaders of various sects. We must create riots behind the false emperor to distract their sight and attention as much as possible."

Ashurden ordered, and this was obviously a task given to the Alpha Legion.

Ever since the news of Alpharius' suspected death came, the already elusive XX Legion has become even more secretive. Apart from still accepting orders from Horus, no one else even knows where the Alphas have gone.

As for building a more solid defense line, it is naturally the responsibility of the Iron Warriors.

Ashurden breathed a sigh of relief when he thought about the Iron Warriors sharing the responsibility. If there was any other legion in Horus' camp besides the Sons of Horus that worked the hardest, it would definitely be the Iron Warriors.

The Iron Lord Perturabo has always longed for the Emperor's recognition and praise, but he never reveals his true thoughts, instead showing an indifferent attitude.

Such a legion of extremely twisted people paid countless sacrifices and costs in the long Great Crusade, but did not receive encouragement and recognition from the Emperor, which made Perturabo secretly resentful.

During the war against the Hrud aliens, Perturabo finally wavered after witnessing his legion and fleet suffer heavy losses in the space-time storm caused by the large number of Hrud gathering together.

He realized that he and his Legion would never be as beloved by the Emperor as the Imperial Fists were, and that the Great Crusade was a mistake made out of the Emperor's vanity. The steel that had not been maintained for a long time finally began to wear out.

Because of Perturabo's excessive exploitation, the people of Olympia, who had already been living in poverty, rebelled. The furious Lord of Iron returned to his home planet, brutally suppressed the rebellion, and killed the sister who loved him deeply.

Perturabo finally came to his senses and realized what he had done. He destroyed the city he had built, killed the humans on his home planet, and strangled his sister to death. In despair, the Lord of Iron responded to Horus' invitation and joined the rebellion.

"These Iron Warriors and Perturabo are attacking the Empire with all their might, but in fact there is no fundamental conflict between them and the Empire - it's just that Perturabo and the Iron Warriors want to prove themselves, to prove the Emperor's partiality and mistakes." Ashurden thought to himself.

In every war, the Iron Warriors may not be the fastest to rush forward, but they will definitely be the ones fighting to the end.

The Fourth Legion's massive forces were dispersed across the galaxy to attack Imperial troops and planets, with a large portion remaining in the rear to block the oncoming reinforcements from the Five Hundred Worlds.

Ashurden is very satisfied with such teammates. In times of crisis, there are always iron warriors to hold the line. No one would dislike such teammates.

At this time, a Gastlin Terminator wearing heavy Terminator armor transmitted the astropathic communication from the Warmaster to Ashurden.

The commander was suddenly shocked and excitedly opened the star language content written on the human skin paper.

There was only a simple message on it: [I have returned].

……

In the Taiping Star Region, somewhere is an extinct world of the Eldar crones.

Horus' flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, sailed into this dead galaxy, a place that was difficult to find on the star map. If it were not for the guidance of the Lord of the Forge, it would be difficult for humans to set foot on the land here.

If the remote location alone cannot answer this question, then the answer is already obvious. The Eldar who once lived here used some means to block the location of this galaxy.

This incredible method still remains effective even after they have disappeared for countless years.

The Wolf God has learned about the war in the Zeta Garmon system through the warp. He does not need an astropath. His eyes can penetrate the currents of the ether and see what is happening in faraway places.

It is difficult to describe Horus now as human. The blessings of the four gods of the Warp, the Warp energy he actively absorbed, and the power of his own Primarch have merged together to form an incredible entity.

He was even able to cross half the galaxy and engage in a remote confrontation of thoughts and will with the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne. The war between the two had already begun in a higher dimension.

"Ashurden and Eichmander can hold Betagarmon. Once I return, they will naturally destroy the self-righteous defenses of my brothers."

"Jaghatai, Sanguinius, you did not choose to stand with me."

"I will prove you wrong."

On the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, Horus spoke slowly as he stared at the remnants of the Crone World in his sight.

He had believed that Jaghatai and Sanguinius would always be by his side, supporting him as they always had, but things did not go as planned.

The only options left for him were Primarchs like Angron and Lorgar. In Horus's eyes, if Sanguinius, Jaghatai, Dorn and Guilliman could support him, he wouldn't be fighting so hard now.

The traitorous Martian forging general, Keb Har, stood beside him. His enormous body had undergone a lot of mechanical modifications. All kinds of taboos and dangerous auras emanated from his body, forming a complex and special aura.

"The Black Stone Fortress, the relics of the Aida, are rumored to be weapons created by their gods."

Kebhar spoke in binary language, his eyes full of desire for knowledge, and he couldn't wait to analyze and study the huge black stone structure.

Horus ignored Kyberhar. The two of them were only allies driven by interests, and the Wolf God did not have much affection for this crazy Martian priest.

Especially after meeting Vashtor, the Lord of the Forge, who wanted to form an alliance with him, Kyberhar's status in Horus' eyes dropped significantly.

At least, he is no longer the only option.

"Two things are needed to take control of the Blackstone Fortress." Horus ordered the fleet to approach the Crone World.

"The Hand of Darkness, and the Eye of Night."

The star in the center of the galaxy had already burned out, leaving only its cold shell after death. The white dwarf had a strong gravitational reaction. If we were careless, it was very likely that the entire fleet would be caught in the gravitational vortex and smash into the white dwarf and turned into dust.

Horus simply extended his hands, his fingers moving gently like the strings of a harp.

The tides of the subspace suddenly began to surge, and the etheric power of the Supreme Heaven easily distorted the space here, completely shielding the gravitational fluctuations of the white dwarf.

Horus slowly clenched his palms, as if grasping the corpse of the star.

Kebhar looked at the power displayed by the Wolf God in awe. It was beyond the imagination of mortals. Even powerful technological relics could hardly achieve this so easily.

Countless thoughts flashed through the Forge General's Gestalt mind, including covetousness, compromise, and awe. His fear and dread of Horus became stronger and stronger.

"I don't have those two keys, but it doesn't matter. I can still control this powerful Black Stone Fortress." The Wolf God smiled. He could feel that the Black Stone Fortress, which had been dormant for who knows how long, was waking up.