Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Chapter 289: Ahriman's Blood Pressure Rising (6K)

"I didn't expect you to come greet me personally," Ahriman said with some surprise when he saw Ramon there. "I thought it would be an Ultramarines officer. Didn't you say you were usually busy?"

"It's precisely because I'm very busy that I came to meet you. Compared to the mountains of documents and work, I feel that chatting with an old friend is a very good way to relax." Ramon said.

"Such thoughts should not occur to us. We shoulder the destiny of human revival and are the most reliable subordinates of the gods of humanity. We have to face the greatest malice in the galaxy and the warp. This idea of ​​yours is not good." Ahriman said after glancing at his old friend.

"Okay, let's get to work. You've already met with the Primarch, and now it's time for us to take a look at your candidate students. In addition, there are some very good candidates in the Ultramarines. You can go and see them when you have time." Ramon said.

"I'll go and take a look. Also, are you ready? If you are, let's start this test in a way that the Thousand Sons are familiar with. The two of us will sneak in and observe the current Thousand Sons from the perspective of an observer." Ahriman said.

"Very good, I like this opening." Ramon nodded.

"Don't get caught. I can't afford to lose face." Aliman said half seriously and half jokingly.

"I don't mind, but it would be very embarrassing for you to be caught by your former comrades." Amon teased. Then, the two of them put on their robes and began their operation.

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The Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force had already been deployed to a safe zone on the planet's surface. All the two men had to do was get close enough to observe the Thousand Sons' combat readiness and tactical characteristics. Although the database already contained a wealth of information, the two battle-hardened veterans still decided to personally inspect it. Of course, this close observation was just that: observation. They couldn't possibly charge into Carlos's headquarters in front of hundreds of mages. Unless the two bosses above them were giving them a heads-up.

"It's a prophecy spell, much more complete than when I was in the Legion. It seems that the return of the Primarch has indeed brought a significant improvement to the Legion." Feeling the psychic energy flowing in the void, Ahriman, who was already proficient in prophecy, was the first to discover the psychic spell surrounding the Legion's base.

"A question," Ramon said to Ahriman after observing for a moment. "Is the Thousand Sons Legion so short of heavy equipment? I can't even see a few super-heavy tanks. Even though this force is only a little over 2000 strong, it's still short on tanks and heavy equipment."

"Well, when I was in the Legion, we relied on psychic powers to solve the problem of insufficient firepower. The Legion's armored vehicles were more for protecting us mages as we entered designated positions and then cast spells. And now, it's the same tradition." Ahriman said with a hint of embarrassment.

"It seems they were fighting well before. Arrogance and conceit are growing within them, and this must change," Ramon said meaningfully. Ramon's own psychic abilities could be considered quite formidable. In fact, in Ahriman's opinion, Ramon was superior to the two captains of the academy who had arrived. Ramon could handle the likes of a hand-destroying knight, but if he were commanding this battle, he wouldn't be so arrogant.

"The Randan aliens will teach them a lesson," Ahriman said, his face livid. Randan psychics are powerful, not only in their ability to devastate the world with psychic spells, but also in their ability to counter psychic attacks. In fact, even Ahriman himself couldn't defeat the Overmind on his own. The Overmind itself was practically unstoppable for a single mortal psychic. To defeat an opponent, the best approach required a combination of the Sisters of Silence's forbidden magic, the devastating firepower of the Titan Legion and the Dragon Gunships, and sophisticated psychic arrays.

Before arriving, Ahriman had already determined that there would be multiple Overminds. Primarch Ferrus and his legions would deal with one. Lord Guilliman and Ramon would deal with another. If nothing unexpected happened, another Overmind would appear on the battlefield, and Ahriman and the Thousand Sons would deal with the third. And if Ahriman wasn't taken into account, even in terms of psychic power, this Thousand Sons force would be no match for the combined power of a single Overmind and several Soul Eaters.

"My former colleagues also considered countermeasures to mental spells, and their preparations were quite satisfactory. But unfortunately, facing the high-power output of Randan's main brain, their effects were limited." Ahriman once again analyzed the opponent's psychic spells.

"There are still a lot of psykers in the Thousand Sons Legion. In addition to the legion psykers, there are also a large number of mortal psykers. I have read some records that they will use some mortal psykers as batteries at certain times. I don't want to comment on whether it is right to do so, but what I want to say is that in the face of the Mastermind's strange mind-controlling ability, the more psykers there are, the better it is if the prevention system is not sound enough." Ramon said.

"Let's get out of the way. It seems that guards are coming." After Ahriman said this, his figure gradually disappeared, and so did Ramon beside him. Ten minutes later, a team of Thousand Sons guards passed by here, surrounded by a group of PsiBorde robots. They were on patrol.

"If this were a medium-sized conflict, the Thousand Sons Legion would be fully capable of completing the mission even against the Randan aliens. However, this is an apocalyptic-level engagement, with Titans, heavy gunships, the Randan mastermind, and their giant hovercraft all appearing. The Thousand Sons Legion is simply not suitable for a battle of this intensity." Ramon said this to Ahriman after walking around the perimeter of the Thousand Sons Legion's base.

Is psychic power powerful? Of course it is, but it depends on the situation. For example, if everyone is fighting in a small team and you have a psychic master who can crush a Lander with a single blow, then you naturally have the advantage. However, as the scale of the battle expands and all kinds of heavy equipment appear, the situation changes. After all, while you're still using hand-to-hand tanks, the enemy also has super-heavy tanks that can use heavy plasma cannons to vaporize psychics at a distance.

If a Titan-level engagement were to occur, the situation would be even more different. Could any psykers possibly defeat a Titan? Of course, there were, but they were few and far between, and psykers themselves were relatively fragile. A single Titan blast could barrage an entire football field. With greater range and firepower, psykers' lethality was significantly reduced, and their psyker abilities were more of a supporting role. If the enemy had a super-sized psyker unit, the Thousand Sons' problems would be even greater. Their technology was designed for medium-intensity engagements, and they were in short supply. With their psykers inferior to their opponents, how could they possibly win?

"I think you need to have a frank talk with your former colleagues. Otherwise, when you really go to the battlefield, it will not be a battle, but a one-sided massacre. It may even shake the entire front." Ramon said seriously.

"I agree with your idea. Let's go back and you discuss it with the Primarchs. I need them to allocate additional heavy support firepower, such as various gunships and Titan Legions. And I will go back and talk to them. I will communicate with them as the Emperor's special envoy." Ahriman said with a grim expression.

"There are also communication and command systems. When facing a battlefield with the presence of Randan's main brain, sometimes technical equipment is more reliable than psychic equipment." Ramon said.

"Your suggestion is sound. Let's prepare now," Ahriman said anxiously. He truly didn't want to see his former comrades fall on the battlefield. After Ramon left, Ahriman donned his mask and headed towards the distant Thousand Sons camp. He made no effort to conceal his presence, but walked right through. However, his actions still startled the Thousand Sons, as their previously deployed spells hadn't detected the intruder.

"Stop, outsider, this is the camp of the Thousand Sons Legion, please identify yourself." Iskandar Khayon led a team of soldiers to block in front of Ahriman. His slightly distorted face revealed his shock and fear at the moment, because today was the day he arranged the patrol mission and monitoring array.

"I am the envoy of the Empire, the pioneer of human civilization, and the Emperor's attendant. You can call me Professor." Ahriman said calmly as he looked at the person in front of him.

"Please wait." Ka Yang immediately contacted the two company commanders of the society and confirmed the other party's identity.

"You could have informed us instead of coming alone." Khayon bowed and said, his words seeming to indicate a slight dissatisfaction with the other party's behavior. It was obvious that the appearance of this guy made the Thousand Sons very embarrassed.

"My colleagues and I just took a look around and found some problems. I think it is necessary for me to contact your commander immediately, so I came here." Ahriman said mercilessly.

"Are you testing us?" Khayon's face became even gloomier.

"I guess so, but the result was not good," said Ahriman.

"Huh..." Khayang took a deep breath and calmed himself down. In his opinion, the guy in front of him was definitely a provocation. If he were in the legion, he would have to "communicate" with him.

"Your partner?" Khayon did not forget his mission.

"He has gone away, ready to atone for the mistakes you are about to make. So have I," Ahriman said.

"My lord, you have offended the Fifteenth Legion." Khayon said with great dissatisfaction.

"I'm merely stating the facts." Ahriman looked at Khayon, his eyes blazing with psychic energy. Their minds collided in the void, and in less than three seconds, Khayon retreated, his head covered in beads of sweat. Aside from the Emperor and the Primarch, Khayon would have called the being before him the most powerful psychic he had ever encountered.

"Your soul shines like a gem, but please respect the Legion." Khayon knew he was far inferior to the man before him, but the Legion's dignity needed to be upheld. After verifying the other party's information, he led Ahriman to the headquarters.

"Listen, kid, I really want the Fifteenth Legion to be glorious forever, really." Ahriman sighed and ended their conversation. Half an hour later, Carlos and Fuxis, the two captains of the academy, were in the reception room of the headquarters, ready to welcome Ahriman's arrival.

"Greetings, Emissary of the Emperor, Servant of the Lord of Mankind, Commander of the Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force, Captain Carlos of the Sixth Academy, on behalf of the Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force, I cordially welcome you." Carlos stepped forward and bowed. When the Emperor descended upon Prospero, Carlos had witnessed these powerful beings, clad in gold and blue robes, standing at his side. They possessed physiques of the highest order, and mental strengths so immense they surpassed the imagination of ordinary people. In the eyes of this Thousand Sons leader, these beings, reaching the limits of both physical and spiritual strength, held the future direction of human evolution.

During the Emperor's stay in Prospero, some members of the Thousand Sons Legion attempted to communicate with these Imperial retainers. Carlos was one of them, and the results astounded him and the other Thousand Sons leaders. These retainers were nearly all-rounders, proficient in combat, psychic powers, and management, possessing profound scholarship. Whether in the arena or in academic forums, they were both respected teachers and formidable opponents. And now, a retainer of the Emperor had arrived bearing the Emperor's orders; Carlos and the Thousand Sons officers were bound to show the Emperor the utmost respect.

"Your Excellency, following the will of the Emperor and the Primarch, arrived on this battlefield to slay the xenos and wipe out the enemies of the Imperium. I came here to test your abilities and capabilities, and now, your preparations leave me deeply dissatisfied." Ahriman was the first to state his opinion. Given the authority granted to him by the Emperor, Ahriman was fully capable of commanding this Legion, but after careful consideration, Ahriman decided to give his former colleagues some face. He softened his words, insisting that if these men obeyed, he would help them fight the next battle, let them feel the shock of Randan, and then discuss other matters.

"Sir, before arriving at the battlefield, we have already communicated with Lord Ferrus. We will shoulder the combat mission on this front alone. We have our own tactics and ideas, and we have made all preparations. I am confident that with our strength and knowledge, we can completely defeat the enemy on the opposite side." Fusis Ta Ka stepped forward and said in a soft yet firm tone.

"You are questioning the Thousand Sons Legion. You don't understand its combat methods. Even though you are a powerful psyker, that doesn't mean you truly understand the advancement and strength our Legion has experienced since the Primarch's return." Carlosfus also spoke up, believing this to be a lack of trust in his Legion. With honor at stake, he must uphold the Legion's reputation. "In previous battles we've participated in, many warriors from other Legions, as well as mortals, have questioned our methods. But in the end, we've proven our capabilities through our actions. You are the Emperor's emissary, and we're honored to have you here. However, we hope you'll see our performance before making a decision."

"I..." For a moment, Ahriman felt a venomous venom from fate. You say I don't understand the Thousand Sons' methods of warfare? Come on! I was among the first Thousand Sons, and even First Captain back then. Before the Primarch's return, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was half-boss. And you say I don't understand? For a moment, Ahriman wanted to remove his mask and shove it into the face of his former colleague, so they could see clearly.

"I can give you a chance to demonstrate your abilities. You can still undertake combat missions on this front, allowing you to better experience the malevolence emanating from the depths of the galaxy." Ahriman took a deep breath, calming himself. "However, some preparations must be made. Furthermore, if you fail this battle, you must obey my orders in the following. I will teach you how to face these sinister foes and counter attacks from the soul level." Then, with a wave of his hand, Ahriman declared his will unchangeable.

"Let's go in and discuss the details," Carlos and Fuxis exchanged a glance before turning to Ahriman. Without the Primarch's backing, the authority of the Emperor's retainers was irresistible, not only because they represented the Emperor, but also because of their illustrious reputation in past events! Their individual abilities and charisma were impeccable, not to mention the added bonus of their status. The other side had already compromised, allowing the Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force to continue its independent charge on a single front. Therefore, they must reciprocate, expressing their willingness to make certain improvements.

In a short time, Ahriman had figured out a solution. Could he force the Thousand Sons into his own forces and help them through this difficult time? Of course he could. But that would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause! If he didn't give them a chance to fully demonstrate their abilities, and then let them be pinned to the ground by the opposing Randan aliens, they wouldn't learn their lesson! This approach might result in much bloodshed, but it would definitely leave a lasting impression!

"These guys are so naive," Ahriman thought to himself. However, when he realized that he had once been one of them, he could only smile bitterly. If he hadn't been lucky enough to be chosen by the Emperor and the Traveler, he would probably be even more arrogant than his former colleagues.

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"First, you must understand that the Randan aliens are not only powerful in technology, but also in psychic power, which is unmatched by the Empire. Their main brain is a fusion of the souls of thousands of psychics. Although chaotic, it is powerful enough. Your psychic power cannot compare to theirs in terms of volume, so give up some unrealistic fantasies."

"Even if you use psionic arrays to combine the power of numerous psykers, your chances of facing the Randan Mastermind are still slim. The technological gap between you and the enemy is enormous. The Randan's terrifying war machines are capable of annihilating entire armies of Titans. Your vaunted psychic powers are vulnerable to destructive weapons. Therefore, to provide the Thousand Sons Expedition with a strong enough base of support, I have instructed my colleagues to loan Titans and more heavy equipment to the Legion."

"And your communications equipment. Your psychic communications are equally unreliable. The Sky Owl School's psychic communications are not unbreakable by the Mastermind. So you must have other plans. The Iron Hands Legion has accumulated considerable experience in the long war against the Randan, and their internal communications equipment is considered reliable. Therefore, your Legion must be equipped with a set of technical communications equipment. This is a must, and this is an order that must be obeyed."

In the Legion's meeting room, Ahriman put forward his opinions, many of which caused displeasure to the other party, who believed that Ahriman's ideas interfered with the Legion's tactical formulation. However, this time, Ahriman did not choose to back down, but issued an order.

"Although I think we don't need so much support in this battle, as a respect for the enemy, we are willing to incorporate these troops into our battle sequence." Carlos said after thinking for a moment.

Carlos could sense Ahriman's proposed aid plan was genuinely for his own good. After all, it was difficult to apply for a Titan Legion. He knew he had to accept the offer, regardless of whether he needed it or not. He thought it might not be necessary.

However, the conversation between the two sides suddenly became much more pleasant, as Ahriman decided to exchange some knowledge about psionics and the Warp, which happened to hit the Thousand Sons' target. Ahriman's rich knowledge, practical experience, and various valuable ideas were quite eye-opening for the two Thousand Sons captains.

"You are a profound scholar, possessing a mastery of psychic powers that we cannot even begin to match. If you were in the Thousand Sons Legion, you would be perfectly capable of serving as the Primarch's right hand," Carlos said with genuine conviction. In the background, Ahriman was undoubtedly the undisputed leader beneath the Primarch. Now, having escaped Tzeentch's machinations, and with the support of these two great men, Ahriman in this dimension was even more powerful than ever.

"Yet even I, facing the darkness of the Galaxy, still tread on thin ice," Ahriman sighed. He had done his best to help his former colleagues, but under the current circumstances, he remained pessimistic about the performance of the Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force. Furthermore, they had arrogantly refused to obey his orders. In this situation, Ahriman could only make them feel pain, and then they would learn to improve.

"Walking on thin ice?" Fercers fell into deep thought. "Are you exaggerating a bit?"

"War will prove everything. I know you are proficient in psychic powers, but I still want to remind you that many people lose in the areas they are best at. Because they become conceited and even arrogant because of their expertise. Since its establishment, the Thousand Sons Legion has never faced up to its arrogance." Ahriman said coldly.

"Then we'll meet on the battlefield, Lord Ahriman," said Carlos.

Chapter 290 Going into battle

"The offensive is about to begin," Carlos said excitedly, looking at the Thousand Sons Expeditionary Force already deployed behind him. After all, this was their first battle on the Randan battlefield. He was eager to demonstrate the capabilities of the Thousand Sons Legion on this battlefield in order to counter the doubts raised by some friendly forces.

That's right, doubts. Ahriman wasn't the only one raising suggestions like Carlos's. Some Iron Hands commanders also raised doubts, believing the Thousand Sons' formations were too thin and lacked support points, and that they relied too heavily on psychic energy, which was dangerous. Some even suggested refusing to fight alongside the Thousand Sons unless they made changes. Although Ferrus ultimately suppressed this, and the Emperor's retainers expressed support for maintaining the original plan, the situation was finally resolved. However, the Thousand Sons, from top to bottom, still held their breath!

"The Iron Hands on our left wing and the Ultramarines on our right wing are ready to attack. They will launch the first attack, and we will follow in two hours." Fuxis Ta Ka looked towards the Iron Hands on his left wing. In his psychic vision, dozens of kilometers away, swarms of Titans roamed the land. Thousands of tanks and armored vehicles and tens of thousands of Mechanicus Skitarii were deployed. In the air, aerial strike formations led by dragon gunships covered the earth like a curtain. A storm of steel and fire brewed in the clouds, ready to cleave any obstacle in its path.

Grateful for the distant tremors, he gazed upon a world filled with steel. Even Fuxis felt the weakness of his own psychic powers and so-called skills in the face of such a vast military force. Fuxis could easily destroy a Knight mech, but such a mech was merely cannon fodder in a battle of this magnitude, and no one would be complacent about crushing a mech.

"The scale of this battle is beyond our imagination, brother." Fuxis said with a grim expression.

"Indeed, it's beyond our imagination. Both the Iron Hands and the Ultramarines are taking this engagement very seriously," Carlofus said with a somewhat gloomy expression. As Fuxis observed the Iron Hands, Carlofus also observed the Ultramarines' formations in the distance. If the Iron Hands were a mighty torrent of steel, then the Ultramarines were an endless stream of men. According to intelligence and his estimates, the Ultramarines deployed at least 1.5 soldiers in the first round of this battle! Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of elite Macragge mortal troops behind them.

The Thousand Sons were proud, their pride tinged with arrogance, but they also possessed basic judgment. They believed their own capabilities far surpassed those of other Legions of similar size. After all, Carlosius himself, for example, once led 59 Thousand Sons psykers to quell a rebellious Knight House. He flexed his shields like artillery and dispatched pilots from a distance, maneuvers that stunned even Imperial commanders on the battlefield.

But no matter how arrogant they were, they knew that under the current circumstances, his 2400 men were absolutely no match for the 1.5 Ultramarines on the opposite side. After all, even though the Ultramarines' record was not very good among the legions, it was still more than six times that of the Astartes!

"The Ultramarines' mortal auxiliary forces are also very well equipped. They are no worse than our Spire Guards, and their mental state is even better," said Carlos.

"We have underestimated our allies. But no matter what, we have come here. We symbolize the Fifteenth Legion and represent the face of the Primarch. We cannot retreat, and we must win this battle, even if it means sacrificing ourselves." Fusis Ta Ka said firmly.

"That's right, Thousand Sons Legion, never retreat! Let's do some divination first." Carlos said, and then the two captains of the academy performed a divination about the future battle with the help of other psychics.

"The Iron Hands and Ultramarines' offensive will be very successful within the first three hours of the battle. They will spread their wings like an eagle, fiercely beating the Randan alien positions. They will tie down a considerable amount of the Randan aliens' strength, and their forces will gradually converge on both sides, creating an opportunity for us."

"We will launch an attack and be unstoppable in the first two hours. We will only encounter some medium-level enemies. We will even completely cut through Ran Dan's defense line in the first place and split the opponent in two." After completing the divination, Carlofus said to his colleagues.

"This is a good omen, isn't it? Unfortunately, this victory seems to be a bit of a fluke," Khayon said with a hint of regret. The Thousand Sons Legion desperately needed a tough battle to prove itself, but unfortunately, this battle seemed to be going very smoothly?

"What do you think, my friend?" Carlofus looked at Fuxis, who had a gloomy face and remained silent.

"According to our intelligence, we encountered the Randan Mastermind this time, but this transcendental existence did not appear in our prophecies. This should not be the case. This battle determines the ownership of this planet and even the secondary star zone. The two Primarchs are stationed here, and the Randan Mastermind has also arrived. They cannot remain indifferent. This is an imperfect divination." As a lecturer in the Temple of the Falcon School, although he is not as proficient in prophecy and divination as the Black Crow School, he is always better than Carlos of the Fire Phoenix School. Based on the intelligence, he vaguely realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this divination.

"Perhaps the Mastermind will join the battle in the subsequent battles. Our predictions are incomplete. Now the fates of all parties are intertwined above the battlefield. It is difficult for us to find the key ones from the lifelines that are like the tide. But even so, I think our initial offensive will go smoothly. Of course, the most important thing is that we don't have much time to prepare." said Khayang.

"Huh..." Carlofus sighed and fell silent. Psykers can indeed foresee a certain point in the future through divination or other means. However, when various factors conflict and overlap, the accuracy of such predictions becomes difficult to determine. Especially when both sides can predict, it's common for me to target you while you target me... Therefore, when both sides have roughly equal psychic power levels, pre-battle divinations will be highly competitive, causing the effectiveness of predictions to plummet, often failing to foresee too far ahead. This is especially true for predictions of entire battles.

"Fortunately, the reinforcements and equipment requested for us by the Emperor's attendants have arrived. Perhaps, when necessary, we really have to rely on these big guys to maintain the front line. In addition, we adopt the conservative Plan No. 7. We need to use our strength cautiously and carefully, and in order to prevent the Randan alien mastermind from descending on our front line, our Destroyer Order must be ready at any time. If they come, I hope our anti-psychic system can quickly deal with them." Carlofus said.

"Okay, I'll personally command the Order of Destruction to deal with this thorny enemy," said Fuxis. Just as the Thousand Sons Legion was beginning to sense something was amiss, at headquarters, the two Primarchs and Ahriman were comprehensively planning the entire battle.

"I heard from Ramon that you are an outstanding psychic master among the Emperor's attendants. However, I didn't expect that you would also make deductions and calculations on the sand table during the battle." Guilliman looked at Ahriman who was constantly adjusting the attack route of his own troops on the electronic sand table, and said curiously.

"Then what do you think, as a psychic, how should I command the army?" After handing the data tablet in his hand to his companion, Ahriman looked up at Guilliman and said.

"I feel that your style should be like those wizards of the Thousand Sons Legion. They will perform divination before the battle and then make plans according to the results of the divination. Then they attack. Unlike other legions that rely on artillery and sharp blades to tear the enemy apart, they will use mysterious psychic powers and kill the opponent in incredible ways." Guilliman said.

"For humans, in warfare, our most efficient means of killing are still artillery and swords. The proportion of psychic energy in overall damage is very low, which is determined by the characteristics of our civilization. This is why the Emperor has 19 legions but only one Thousand Sons. The Thousand Sons Legion excels in psychic warfare, but their expertise in psychic energy also limits their actions in other areas. They rely too much on psychic energy, which is not right. Perhaps psychic energy can help them gain the upper hand in small and medium-sized battles, but in large-scale battles, the role of offensive psychic energy is very low. For example, this time, we still have to focus our battle on artillery and Titans."

"As for the prophecy? It's more of a possibility and a reference. Especially when the other party is also proficient in prophecy, a fair fight is actually the best option for us as the advantaged party." Ahriman explained.

"That's a brilliant statement, Professor." Guilliman was very satisfied with Ahriman's explanation.

"You are too kind." Ahriman bowed.

"There will be multiple Overminds participating in this battle, and my descendants and I can eliminate one. Professor, can you and your troops work together with the Fifteenth Legion to kill an Overmind and his subordinate troops on the center line?" asked Ferrus.

"No problem," Ahriman said after a moment's thought.

"That's good, Guilliman, my brother, you will be here to take charge of the overall situation when we attack," said Ferrus.

".......Isn't this a bit unpleasant?" Guilliman looked somewhat reluctant.

"That's good. In this campaign, there must be a Primarch at headquarters. Someone is needed to organize and coordinate the entire campaign. Of course, my brother, after I return, you can also go to the front lines. At that time, I will command the entire legion." Ferrus expressed his suggestion in a tactful tone. Although it might not sound so good when translated into vernacular.

Basically, it's like, after we get rid of things like Ran Dan's main brain, nothing will be able to threaten you, and then you can go out and have fun, but now just stay home honestly.

"And what if an Elder Brain descended upon my Legion?" asked Guilliman.

"It's very simple. I think both Professor A and I are happy to help our friendly forces solve this problem. And Ramon will be ready to join the battle at any time. That's it." Although Ferrus said some soft words, his principles remained unchanged.

"Emmmm." Guilliman was a little dissatisfied, but still accepted the arrangement.

As time ticked by, the battle finally began. The Iron Hands and Ultramarines on either flank began their assault, while the Thousand Sons would strike later. Overall, the Thousand Sons, with only 2400 men, were a decidedly weak force. After all, even if the Iron Hands on the left flank weren't as numerous as the Ultramarines, they still numbered close to 1. The Thousand Sons in the center, with only 2400 men, while they had a higher proportion of mages, weren't really that strong.

If we only look at the front line, the Thousand Sons Legion is obviously a loophole, a loophole that attracted the attack of Randan's main brain, but in fact, the real decisive force in the middle line is the strike group in Professor A's hands. This legion consists of at least 100 Guardsmen, 2500 specially trained Space Marines, Sisters of Silence and a large number of psychics. It is the real main force of the middle line.

This unit's equipment surpassed even the average Legion's standards; even the Dark Angels' elite Knights couldn't compare. Simply put, Ahriman could fit all his troops and equipment into his Dragon and Bear gunships, and still have Dragons to spare... Within the Void Seeker's massive hangar, a battle formation of gunships, enough to make other Legions jealous, quietly awaited the order to attack.

"Two Primarchs, we'll see you later." Ahriman saluted and teleported back to his flagship. Meanwhile, on the ground, this massive battle had already begun!

"It's truly spectacular." Gazing at the Iron Hands' devastating Titans and the circling Bear gunships in the distance, even Carlos, a veteran of countless battles, couldn't help but sigh at the sheer power of the Myriad God's followers. The Thousand Sons mages could sense incoming bullets and dodge them, but facing this overwhelming barrage of lasers and munitions, even the most formidable prophecies proved futile. The enemy simply chose to overturn the table.

"The scale of this battle is beyond my imagination," said Fuxis. In a previous battle, he had single-handedly raised a shield powerful enough to withstand the attack of a Titan-class alien weapon, saving the Primarch with it. He had gained fame. But facing a swarm of Titans, the psionic master felt insignificant. He had merely blocked a single Titan's attack. In a battle of this apocalyptic magnitude, the impact of a single individual's output was truly limited.

Chapter 291 Collapse and Rescue (7K)

Soon, as the human Imperial army advanced, the Randan aliens also launched their own attack. Countless gigantic, grotesque alien war machines, swarming with bone-eaters and slave soldiers, charged the Imperials. Fierce fighting erupted on the front lines. On the Iron Hands front, over a hundred Titan engines unleashed a furious barrage, reducing everything in their path to ash. In this fierce clash, the survival of the warriors in the front lines depended less on tactical skill than on luck. Titan after Titan was destroyed by the enemy's concentrated fire, and the Imperial counterattack shattered the Randan army's momentum. Nearly ten thousand Randan slaves were reduced to ash every minute. The Ultramarines on the right quickly engaged the Randan aliens, followed by the Thousand Sons.

"The two wings are occupied by a large number of heavy equipment of the Randan aliens, and most of our front is composed of slave troops and light armored troops, which is not much different from the results of our divination." said Kayang who was at the front line.

"Let's begin, and show the power of the Thousand Sons Legion through psychic power and mystery." Fuxis ordered.

As the Thousand Sons wizards cast spells, psionic shields rose before the Thousand Sons army. Thousand Sons mages of the Black Crow School began to divine the movements of the Randan aliens, while wizards of the Bright Feather School began to buff their companions. With flashes of psionic energy, nearly all the legionaries grew mentally stronger and more focused. The Sky Owl School established efficient internal psionic communications, while the Fire Phoenix School prepared to blast any incoming enemy to smithereens!

During the planetary battle, a massive Randan slave army surged like a tide against the seemingly thin Thousand Sons front. Facing these pitiful beings bound by neural control rings, the Thousand Sons decisively employed psychic attacks. With each powerful mental shock, the slaves, already mentally unstable due to the implants, instantly became frantic. In this battle of mind and will, the Thousand Sons mages seemed to have the upper hand.

Countless slaves began to point their weapons at their fellows beside them, then roared and pulled the trigger. Countless bullets and light beams flew inside the army formation. The first wave of assault by Randan aliens was disintegrated shortly after it was launched.