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Battle Moon, a certain passage.

After leaving the cave in the deepest part of the Battle Moon, Fu Qinghai led the soldiers of the Tiefutu Chapter to retreat all the way out. They retreated continuously along the winding and tortuous underground passages for more than ten kilometers, and finally ended up in a cave. They stopped and waited inside the cleared Orc ammunition processing factory.

Waiting for the news that the gate exploded.

We chose this ammunition processing factory to stop because the orcs have made a lot of structural reinforcements to prevent ammunition explosion accidents during the production process. These reinforcement measures can withstand the gravity disturbance caused by the explosion of the subspace portal, as well as the possible shock waves. Caused earthquakes and collapses.

Fu Qinghai paced back and forth in the factory.

Why hasn’t the imaginary shock wave hit yet?

Did the Adeptus Mechanicus fail to destroy that gate?

"Is there any image sent back from the servo skull?"

Fu Qinghai asked his attendant.

"The signal interference is serious, there is no signal at the moment."

Lin Yu glanced at the tactical tablet and replied.

"Establish a communication link with the battleship Suzheng."

Fu Qinghai thought for a while and ordered the technical sergeant.

"Comm link established successfully, Khan."

His technical sergeant quickly answered.

"Master Buck."

Fu Qinghai directly found the forge master who was currently on the boarding deck. He looked at the face on the screen covered with black metal cables and green electronic prosthetic eyes and asked:

"What's the situation with that batch of intelligent robots?"

"The situation is still relatively stable, and there is no tendency to attack for the time being. We are a friendly unit according to the logic of the intelligent control robots. Your artificial intelligence is trying to crack the control program on the intelligent control cortex. It is expected to take... half an hour."

Master Buck replied seriously.

Intelligent control robots are not remote-controlled robots but intelligent robots. They have a certain level of primary intelligence—primary intelligence within the scope allowed by the Crimson Protocol. After Qinghun broke away from the intelligent control robots, these robots quickly resumed independent control. Fu Qinghai guessed that they suddenly moved from the cave space to the battleship deck, and at the same time disconnected from the technical priests accompanying the army. At this moment, they must feel very " Confused". All Master Buck needs to do is to appease the machine soul and wait for Qing Ming to crack the control protocol.

"Okay, as long as they don't get out of control..."

Fu Qinghai was about to give a few more instructions.

“Boom—boom, boom, boom!”

A sudden vibration interrupted his words, and the communication signal was instantly interrupted. Master Buck's face on the data tablet screen turned into flickering black and white stripes.

Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked around. There was a squeaking sound of steel beams twisting in the factory, dust and wall coverings were peeling off, and several deep chasms opened on the ground under his feet and spread to the surrounding area.

The Terminators staggered unsteadily.

Fortunately, this wave of shocks came and went quickly. Just when Fu Qinghai was worried that the factory would collapse and bury him, the shocks coming from the depths of the moon had disappeared.

"Return to the cave!"

Fu Qinghai immediately ordered.

Many space warriors hurriedly returned to the passage they had just left. After walking along the passage for a few minutes, they found that the section ahead had been completely buried by collapsed boulders, so they could only change to another branch road. As a result, this branch road was also collapsed by the shock wave... …went around and around and finally returned to the cave.

At this time, the deepest cave of the battle moon.

"hiss……"

Even though they had already seen this scene once, the cruel scene in the cave still made many people take a breath. The giant curved corners that formed the green fire gate collapsed on a mountain of corpses, including Ork corpses, human corpses, Skitarii corpses, Space Marine corpses... Knight mechas and intelligent control mechas. The twisted and damaged remains were like some jagged metal exposed on the scarlet corpse mountain. The corpse mountain even stretched like a real hill.

Mars’ lesson this time was really profound.

Fu Qinghai glanced at the cave where corpses were strewn.

Do you still dare to disobey Qingshan Khan's command?

"Looking for the carcass of the beast."

Fu Qinghai ordered calmly.

Based on the previous experience of blasting the Green Fire Gate, when the gate is destroyed, it will release a chaotic gravity impact with random directions and irregularities. This gravity disorder does not spread evenly from the inside to the outside in a spherical shape like a nuclear explosion. Therefore, whether the creatures in the cave can survive depends solely on luck. Some farts huddled in the corner and shivered but were unscathed, while some knight mechas were crushed into a ball of scrap metal because of their steel and iron bones.

Beasts are not necessarily affected by gravity blasts.

If you are affected, you may not die on the spot.

You need to search to confirm.

The Iron Buddha warriors ignored the lingering and moaning skitarii in the corpse pile, but quickly spread out and began to conduct a net-like investigation and search. When they encountered a green-skinned orc who was not dead, they took a stab at them and sent them to see him. Brother Mao.

The beast is huge and eye-catching. If it is dead, it should be found quickly, but the Space Marines searched back and forth but could not find any trace. Fu Qinghai frowned and glanced at the large and small passages around the cave.

I thought: Could it be that the beast has escaped?

It would be troublesome if you ran into other passages...

Fu Qinghai was thinking with squinted eyes.

"Khan, I found it!"

The voice of his subordinates came from the communication channel.

Fu Qinghai immediately looked up and soon saw a Space Marine standing on the collapsed giant metal corner, holding up a huge green foot with both hands. The foot was connected to part of the ankle and the Achilles tendon. The rest of the foot was hanging with tattered green skin and scarlet muscles, as if it was violently torn apart by some huge force.

The foot was roughly two meters long.

Only beasts have such a big foot.

"Didn't you find other body parts?"

Fu Qinghai asked as he walked.

"We dug up the pile of corpses and found nothing."

Several Space Marines around answered.

"The beast should have run away."

Lin Yu followed behind and said his guess:

"But it ran away through the portal."

Fu Qinghai nodded slightly.

After the Mechanicus began to focus on attacking the Green Fire Gate, the beast left here through the last teleportation before the gate completely collapsed. At that time, the gate may have been unable to operate normally and was on the verge of collapse. The chaotic gravity caused the beast to lose a foot. This is a more realistic guess. However, this injury is nothing to an orc, not to mention the orc among orcs, the beast.

"All space warriors, clean up the battle moon thoroughly."

Fu Qinghai said in the public channel:

"The battle is over, we won."

…………

Mars, Pavonis Mons.

A female technical priest walked out of the subway, and through the dusty and dirty window of the station, she saw the facilities near the Tharsis Foundry: the low volcanic slopes slowly rose along the horizon, and the surface of the mountain was covered with an incalculable number of factories, extending upward until it extended out of the Martian atmosphere and into the airless void.

One of the foundry temples was located above the surrounding factories, shrouded in the shadow of the towering Titan Legion.

This area looks no different from other places on Mars, but this part of the Tharsis Foundry is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and it is rumored that there is a deep secret here. The woman knew that this was not just hearsay, she knew a lot about it.

The Martians hid their intentions well, but not well enough. A new experimental project has been built inside the Tharsis Foundry. A large amount of resources are converging here, but there is nothing unusual on the surface. The foundry is running as usual, repetitive and monotonous, but some clues have still been caught by data thieves lurking in the Martian network.

The woman came here for this.

She and the other teammates of the Red Sanctuary team have been separated, and the Rust Trackers and the Blade Infiltrators are still sniffing their traces like hounds. But the inside of Mars is not a monolithic block. Kubik also has opponents who pretend to obey but disobey, and there are more than one or two. The Grand Master of the Assassin Court cleverly uses these people to help his agents.

The woman walked down the platform and walked out through the bustling crowd. The machines in the station pillars monitor the bustling Martian residents. These machines silently scanned her implanted chip and read her function code. The woman hurried down the steps, holding her data tablet in her arms against her chest, perfectly imitating a low-level assistant who is about to be late.

The woman walked into the honeycomb-like factory cluster on the slope of the volcano, and quickly switched between different identities in the shadows and gaps with ease. She became a craftsman for a while, and a hunter soldier for a while, blending seamlessly into any place she was in, becoming a face that no one would remember in the crowd, and going deeper into the foundry along the stairs and pipes until there were fewer and fewer people around her.

Several robed messenger monks and silu monks walked past her quickly, and these sneaky low-level technical priests did not question her identity. There are thousands of branch sects and power structures within the Mechanicus, and they are wary of each other. They don't ask about others, and don't want others to ask about themselves, which saves the woman a lot of trouble.

As the woman walked, she suddenly took a deep breath, her back muscles spasmed violently, her shoulder joints dislocated with a click, and then she slammed into the narrow gap between the walls on her side, and the whole person disappeared like a piece of gummy candy in the gap that was less than 15 centimeters apart and completely impossible for people to pass through.

Half an hour later, in the dark foundry, a graceful figure wrapped in black gelatinous skin slid out from the cracks in the wall. The assassin revealed her true face, replacing the original female technical priest image.

The black-clad assassin skillfully jumped and flipped between the beams of the foundry, silently and lightly, like a nimble ape. Below her, there were densely packed robot slaves moving back and forth and conveying things, and the assembly line in progress.

Another huge weakness of Mars, the foundry empire, is that its human resource base is all mindless half-human machines. This abuse of lobotomy is exactly what the assassins want. The agents of the Assassin Court can move more freely than in other worlds within the empire. These robot slaves simply ignore anything outside the program, and will not react even if the assassin appears in front of them.

The assassin squatted on a steel beam.

Looking at the robot slaves moving constantly below.

The robot servants were carrying a stretcher similar to a wounded soldier's stretcher in their hands, and they were marching in a line. On the stretcher was a white plastic bag, which seemed to contain some huge and heavy object. These robot servants seemed to be unsupervised, so the assassin jumped down from the beam, landed on the ground quietly and steadily, and then walked to the robot servant team to check. As she expected, these robot servants ignored her.

The assassin followed the two robot servants and showed the slender green crystal blade on her arm. With a light scratch of the tip of the knife, she opened a sealed bag and bent down to look inside.

Inside was a naked corpse, with a fat pink tongue hanging between the long yellow ivory-like teeth. Its blood-red eyes were half open and half closed, and its face was lifeless and dull. The huge crater had cut off its flesh and blood, and its left arm had disappeared. The stench of the corpse in the bag was disgusting, and the assassin quickly switched to breathing through her mouth.

It was the damage caused by the bomb.

The assassin stepped back to let the group of servitors go, and the servitors continued to move forward with the orc corpses. She roughly calculated in her mind, weighing the size of the entire warehouse and the number of transport stretchers, and then took a deep breath.

More than 10,000 corpses.

"What do they want 10,000 dead orcs for?"

The female assassin whispered to herself.

She would notify Wangorich immediately.

Whatever the purpose of the Mechanicus collecting so many orc corpses, at least one thing is certain: Mars knew about the "Waaagh of Beasts" long before the Battle Moon descended on Terra's orbit, but they said nothing, and the Assassin's Court Grand Master's suspicion of the Forge Master was confirmed, and the Holy Covenant had long been a mere formality. Not only that, Mars was obviously conducting some secret research that could not be revealed.

…………

Tara, Lion's Gate Airport.

Countless large warships gathered at the berth.

Two Space Marine Legions have returned triumphantly.

Then, all these victorious Space Marines gathered at Lion's Gate Airport to welcome the nominal Supreme Commander of the Human Empire, Lord Guilliman Udin Macht Udo - yes, it sounds like the one who came to greet and the one who was greeted were reversed, but this is the fact.

The "Guilliman" in Udo's title is an honorary title. The full name of his position is: Lord Guilliman Udo, the Supreme Commander of the Empire, the first person in the High Lords Council, indicating that he has the same power and status as the Regent of the Empire. He himself has no blood relationship with Robert Guilliman's adoptive parents on Macragge.

However, the grandness of the welcome ceremony was as if Udo was really the Primarch of the Ultramarines.

The vast and towering boarding deck of the Rectification battleship has been cleared, and the Space Marines are waiting fully armed. Udo's ornately decorated shuttle passed through the void shield and landed in the golden circle painted in the center of the deck specifically for the reception. The shuttle's landing ramp descended, and fifty Lucifer Black Guards wearing exquisite black carapace armor stepped down.

They jogged along a road composed of Space Marines. The Space Marines on both sides of the road were representatives from various chapters and companies of the Imperial Fists of the White Scars. Together with the Iron Pagoda First Company, which served as the personal guard and honor guard, there were nearly a thousand Space Marines on the entire deck.

At the end of this deck aisle, stood the commanders of various chapters, the captains of various companies, and the chaplains. Standing at the front of the crowd were Chapter Master Qingshan of the Iron Pagoda, Grand Marshal Bosimonde of the Black Templars, Chapter Master Manduratu of the White Scars, Chapter Master Isaga of the Blamers, Chapter Master Quesadla of the Crimson Fists, Second Captain Thorn of the Paragon Fists... and the last member of the Imperial Fists, Kurland.

The Lucifer Black Guards rumbled along both sides of the avenue with their shining boots. They spread out to form a cordon one man wide, then turned ninety degrees in unison to face the Space Marines, and the last stomping of their feet echoed on the deck. Although the Lucifer Black Guards were all serious soldiers, this defensive move was somewhat ridiculous - as if all of them together could stop even ten Space Marines if the people present decided to kill Udo.

This move was more political.

Kurland thought silently in his heart:

Lord Udo is showing off his authority.

A sneer appeared on Fu Qinghai's lips.

Behind him, the senior officers of the Chapter either had a sullen face or were expressionless, and they were obviously not very interested in this so-called welcome ceremony. Fu Qinghai's expression was quite relaxed and indifferent, without too much dissatisfaction or resentment, but more of an indifferent attitude, quietly watching your performance.

"Woo-woo-"

Accompanied by the sound of the silver horn, Guilliman Udin Macht Udo slowly walked down the ship's gangway, surrounded by many followers and senior officials from Mars and Terra.

Udo was wearing the most complicated costume, a gorgeous and stiff uniform inlaid with brocade and gold patterns, and his chest was covered with honors and medals. His cloak was pulled up from the ground by six blind automatic praise servitors, who walked slowly forward while chanting and praying to the Emperor. Servo skulls buzzed above him and flew in all directions. The cherubim followed closely behind him, two infant angels pulling open a golden cloth two meters above his head, and two others holding swinging mechanical incense burners that emitted a scented cloud of oil and blue.

The procession stopped in front of the Chapter Masters.

Fu Qinghai and Kurland both knelt down on one knee facing Udo and lowered their heads. Seeing this, other senior officers of the battle group behind them could only kneel down on one knee and lowered their heads reluctantly.

Udo clapped his hands and smiled with satisfaction:

"Arise, arise, Servants of the Empire! You, the Emperor's mighty children, returned to your father when he needed him most, and you did not disappoint him."

The Space Marine stood up, his height difference immediately dwarfing that of Lord Guilliman. Udo calmly waved his hand to signal a servitor, who came forward with a velvet-covered tray containing many shiny gold medals of honor. An attendant followed the servitor, taking out the medals from the tray and pasting them on the breastplates of the Chapter Leaders one by one.

"In recognition, this Medal of Honor is named 'Defense of Terra'. All Chapters present will be permitted to display this Medal on your armor and banners forever."

Udo announced, raising his chin.

The attendant approached Fu Qinghai cautiously, and with trembling hands placed the medal on the lightning eagle wings emblem on his chest. Fu Qinghai looked over the head of the attendant and looked behind Udo: four automatic scribes used mechanical quills to scribble down the events on the scrolls, as well as a servitor with a camera for eyes and a servitor with a speaker for the mouth. . Several servo skulls were hovering in mid-air, and the cameras in their eye sockets were focused on the Space Marines from different angles, recording the scene of the investiture ceremony.

Fu Qinghai guessed in his heart: The images, sounds and videos that are now recorded will probably be played repeatedly on the screens outside the palace and in the squares of countless hive cities in Terra. Newscasters will praise Lord Guilliman's great leadership, and Ecclesiastical Chaplains will preach how the Chapter Masters of the fourteen Astartes Chapters knelt before Udo to express their love for Terra and the Emperor. Loyalty... This shows Udo's supreme power status.

"Now, brave defenders of the Empire. We must call a war council, the Orks have not yet been defeated."

After finishing these ritualistic and performative things, the servo skulls dispersed, and Udo began to return to the topic.

…

Battleship Su Zheng, conference room.

The holographic projection of Holy Terra was rotating on the conference table, and a smaller celestial body next to it was the Orc Battle Moon. Through the long window in the corridor next to it, you can see the same scene in reality. The battle moon is not far away from the battleship Suzheng.

The Chapter Masters were sitting around the conference table, and Udo sat at the head on an extraordinarily huge throne. With the help of this seat, he could raise his buttocks and look directly into the eyes of the Space Marines without having to raise his head and look at the superhuman soldiers in front of him. say.

"The combined forces penetrated deep into the interior of the moon and caused major damage. The specific results have not yet been calculated, but we roughly estimate that more than 50,000 orcs were killed. Weapons on the surface of the battle moon have been dismantled, and we are still in the core A device was destroyed in the area, which later turned out to be a teleportation array, a warp portal. Without it, the orcs would be unable to continuously deliver support - this information was crucial to this war. ”

Kurland briefed Udo:

"Explain the battle moon..."

"It shows that the Battle Moon is not only a giant assault ship and a war bridgehead, but also a kind of space portal."

Udo interrupted Kurland contemptuously:

"This morning, Kubik told me that we have noticed this situation, and Terra is currently formulating a new strategy on how to completely end this war."

Fu Qinghai couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Terra is currently working on a new strategy?

It sounds like everything is under control. If I hadn't seen your terrible performance when the orc ambassador arrived in Terra, you were so scared that you almost peed your pants, I would have almost believed it.

"There is only one way to end the war."

Kurland took over Udo's words and said firmly:

"We have to continue to attack."

An assistant handed Udo a data form. Udo took the document and squinted his eyes and read it for a while. The chapter leaders were left waiting by him. After reading it, he handed the document back.

"No."

Udo shook his head firmly and said:

"Second Captain Kurland of the Imperial Fists Sunwall Company, you can no longer attack, at least not yet."

"What are we doing here if we don't attack?"

Bosmond said doubtfully:

"Finally the Wall has been assembled, the orcs are still wreaking havoc in other parts of the Empire, and you want us to stop?"

"Marshal Poseymond."

Kurland raised his hand and said:

"Please hear out Lord Guilliman."

"It seems that the second company commander still has some wisdom."

Udo smiled and said.

Isaac couldn't help but interjected:

"Kurland is now Chapter Master of the Astartes, Lord Guilliman, like the other Space Marines here."

"I don't need your explanation."

Udo waved his hand without mercy and said:

"Kurland is not a Chapter Master. If not directly nominated by the Supreme Commander of his Chapter, according to the customs of his Chapter, potential successors to the position of Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists must go through the Chaplain and Company of the Chapter. In Kurland's case, neither of these prerequisites was met."

"How is that possible? What nonsense are you talking about? He is the only and the last Imperial Fist!"

Bosmond growled and emphasized.

"If he were the last surviving Imperial Fists recruit, would you still choose him to be Chapter Master?"

Udo asked rhetorically.

"He has been recognized as Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists Chapter by us Chapter Masters of the other sons of Dorne."

Isaac reminded.

"Of course, of course, Captain Kurland leads all the sub-groups of the Imperial Fists. He is valuable."

Udo spread his hands, neither admitting nor rejecting:

"I would never deny the wishes of so many great heroes, and if it turns out that such a choice is in the best interests of the Empire, then Terra can allow such a choice to happen."

"We can decide on Astartes matters ourselves!"

Bosmond stared at Udo and said coldly.

"Obviously not so, Generalissimo,"

Udo said patiently:

"First and foremost, you are servants and subjects of the God-Emperor, Lord of all Mankind - although you may have been transformed beyond the classification of human, you are still one of humanity, Grand Marshal, and your Chapter often forgets this Fact. There is no way to explain the size of your fleet. There are rumors that you command too many Space Marines. Your so-called expeditions have stirred up the previously peaceful alien race many times, causing wars and chaos in the Empire's border areas."

The "Endless Expedition" strategy formulated by Sigismund during his lifetime was described by Udo as a military invasion of neighboring countries... Fu Qinghai even heard the sound of Bosmond's teeth grinding. The Black Templar Grand Marshal was almost angry. Exploded.

"Calm down, Marshal."

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and pressed it on Bomond's shoulder armor.

He was afraid that the Black Templar Grand Marshal would pull out his sword and chop the Empire Commander to death on the spot. Although in his eyes, Udo was already a corpse, he should not die now, nor should he die at the hands of a Space Marine.

Don't die on the battleship Su Zheng.

"And of course you, Chapter Commander Aoyama."

Wu Duo pointed the finger at Fu Qinghai again:

"You and your war group have disappeared for a thousand years. During this period, the entire Marx King region was shrouded in a subspace storm. According to normal procedures, we should first send the judges of the Holy Tribunal to that area. Investigate the sector to confirm the purity of the Iron Buddha Chapter and whether you are still loyal to the throne. Only after everything is correct can your Chapter return to the order of imperial military power."

Does that mean I don’t belong to the Human Empire yet?

Fu Qinghai couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He didn't expect that Wu Duo would give him a slap in the face even if he tried to persuade him to start a fight. However, he had no explanation for this question and just shrugged.

Udo obviously did not intend to continue to struggle with this issue. He said this just to slap Fu Qinghai and his Iron Buddha Chapter, the most powerful sub-group of the White Scars. Udo has a very sharp vision in this regard, and he can tell at a glance that Qingshan Khan is in a leadership position among everyone.

Otherwise, why hold a meeting on the Suzheng?

"We serve the Emperor."

Posiemond suppressed his anger and said:

"Not for bureaucratic service."

"Our mission is sacred. We are the agents of the Emperor's will, the noble Grand Marshal Posymond."

Udo turned his head and refuted:

"This is not a rule that can be ignored casually. Your willfulness makes us hesitate. Your gathering is neither necessary nor authorized. There are now more than ten thousand Space Marines in orbit around the Throne World. How should we understand it? ?”

"Because of your incompetence, we came to save the Throne World, but you come to accuse us of betrayal?"

Mandu Rathu Khan said in disgust.

"You are the largest corps of Space Marines ever assembled since the end of the Heresy That Shall Not Be Named."

Udo knocked on the table and reminded:

"We must know clearly who you are loyal to. Your success is welcome and commendable, but your sudden arrival has caused an uproar in the Imperial Senate."

"If the Imperial Senate were more efficient in managing the country and more selfless in pursuing their own interests, then we wouldn't need to be here at all, and my brother might still be alive."

Kurland said calmly.

Udo deliberately put on a frightened expression:

"You see, it is words like this that arouse my fear. Are you threatening me, Captain Kurland?"

"We have no interest in usurping the Senate!"

Kurland suddenly stood up from his seat. Isaga grabbed his wrist, but Kurland broke free.

"Did you leave us alone to die in the Adamantua system because you were afraid of us? Did you sacrifice the life of the Empire's staunchest defender in a political calculation?"

Kurland asked excitedly.

"That's the root of the problem."

Udo shook his head and sighed:

"You are too simple-minded."

"Space Marines are specially trained for war. You only think about battle and honor. I have seen contempt for ordinary people on the face of a Space Marine too many times. You think you are smart, and you are, but you often Forget that you were born to create and resolve conflict, and that conflict will always be with you, and as the Emperor wishes, the delicate matters of government should be left to more appropriate hands."

Udo said calmly.

"A total of one hundred and thirty-six warriors from my Chapter died to save you and your damned bureaucratic government."

Targujin Khan crossed his arms and said in a cold voice:

"And you're still here talking down to us."

"Look, it starts again, another veiled threat."

Udo spread his hands helplessly and said:

"Okay, let's stop complaining. You must listen to me and do as I say and there will be no problems between us. Tomorrow, we will go to the surface where you will be regarded as the savior. Then , in the Imperial Senate, you renew your allegiance to the Empire, and you will be recognized as Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists. Captain Kurland, the Senate will agree. You and your Chapter can return to the Imperial military order, Chapter Master Aoyama, the Inquisition will allow. Finally, we will formulate a plan, under the guidance of myself, the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard. With the support of Officer Williot, High Lord Admiral Lanson, and others, we can end this crisis."

Udo finished all his arrangements in one breath.

The chapter leaders looked at each other in shock upon hearing this.

Lansong? Williot? During the process of solving the battle moon above Terra, did the regiments of the Imperial Guard and the battleships of the Imperial Navy appear even once from beginning to end?

It's so shameless!

"How to deal with the battle moon?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"Kubik wants it intact."

Udo replied without thinking.

"So, Terra is dancing to the tune of Mars now?"

Bosmond's tone was sarcastic.

Udo gave him a hard look.

Bosmond stared back immediately.

"We will hold a meeting of the Twelve High Lords."

Udo said slowly and unkindly:

"Its fate will be decided there."

"I strongly request you that the Battle Moon must be destroyed."

Kurland leaned forward and pleaded.

"I will consider your suggestion at my discretion, whether to destroy the Battle Moon, that is a matter for Terra to decide. You maintain the blockade until the navy gathers enough troops to take your place. Other than that, it is no longer your business here. "

Udo said calmly:

"You have pulled the Orcs' teeth, now it is time for the government agencies to decide the best course of action. Remember, Chapter Masters, your combined fleet can no longer remain intact and each Chapter will receive individual orders .With this power, we can eliminate the beast threat once and for all. This mesmerizing display of unity is no longer needed.”

Finally the soldiers on the high wall moved uneasily.

"Yes...my lord."

Curran hesitantly agreed to disband the Legion.

Fu Qinghai folded his hands and said nothing.

He had expected this situation early on.

The White Scars will not disband the Legion.

"There's one last thing I have to tell you."

Udo continued to talk about his arrangements:

"We must not let the destruction of the Imperial Fists become known to the public. Your return, Kurland, will prove that the Dornish Astartes are indestructible. You will rise from the dead with great fanfare, Ork Orcs I will never be able to defeat you... Wait, I have a more suitable story. You are only one person. This is obviously a problem. In order to avoid this situation, each of your Imperial Fist groups must allocate some people to assist. Form a new Imperial Fists chapter."

"We are not the Imperial Fists."

Quezadra, Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists, said:

"That wasn't the case a thousand years ago."

"They will wear the armor of the Imperial Fists."

Udo waved his hands indifferently and said:

"The public won't know any different."

"Our warriors will never give up their flag!"

Issachar waved his hand and shouted dissatisfied.

"What do you mean? No honor? No mention of my brother's sacrifice? We all died in vain?"

Kurland's face turned pale when he heard this:

"This is an atrocity! This is blasphemy!"

"This is politics, Chapter Master Kurland."

Udo raised his tone and said:

"The Battle Moon has just appeared, and telling people that the Imperial Fists are extinct would set off a wave of terror throughout the Empire. Worse would be rumors, which are harder to handle than the shock of the announcement. So one of the disasters No words may be published. I sympathize with your loss, Captain, but there are some practicalities to consider.

Udo stood up from his seat.

Put your hands up to stop dissent.

"You must forgive me, Kurland, I have to return to the ground now. I still have many things to arrange."

After speaking, Udo bowed, leaving the Space Marine staring at his back, and his entourage followed him out.

The entire conference room became very quiet.

"We will not disband the Legion."

Posiemond suddenly spoke.

"We can't disobey him."

Quesadella said with a bitter look on his face.

"Of course we can."

Thorne looked at everyone and asked:

"How will Udo implement this order?"

"If we refuse, he can't do anything. He will be forced to make concessions and make up stories to benefit himself. More politics, more lies, that's all."

Bosimonde sneered disdainfully.

"I can't condone this behavior."

Kurland held his head and struggled in pain:

"He made my brother die in vain."

"If we still want to save the empire."

Isaga looked at everyone and said:

"Then we have no choice."

"Someone said something similar a thousand years ago."

Thorn curled his lips and said:

"I don't want to mention that person's name."

Maximus Thorn is not only the second captain of the Fist of the Exemplar, he is also a thousand-year-old veteran who participated in the Siege of Terra. His words refer to traitors including Horus and Abaddon, who said that they had no choice to save the empire to find excuses for their betrayal.

"Watch your thoughts, brother."

Isaga warned immediately.

……

Unlike the endless debate on the Imperial Fists side, the White Scars' Space Marines on the other side of the long conference table were unusually quiet. They were informed of this situation by Fu Qinghai in advance, and they had already reached a consensus on whether to disband the legion. And unlike the Imperial Fists, a model legion responsible for sitting on Terra, the White Scars have always been known for their eccentricity and unruliness. These two legions with different styles have also inherited this way of thinking to a certain extent to each sub-corps.

"What should we do next, Qingshan?"

Mandu Latu asked in a deep voice.

"You have already anticipated this situation, right?"

Chief Storm Prophet Bao Shulige said.

"Let's just cooperate with his political game."

Fu Qinghai held his chin and whispered:

"I have seen the bullet hole on Lord Udo's forehead... Don't worry, let the bullet fly for a while."

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