Chapter 1029: Design Ideas for Agile War Machines

"Imotek announced that our race is about to be destroyed?"

"Before you came, it even conspired with the Supreme Lords, saying that it did not want to go to war with humans."

Guilliman looked at the painful and resolute expression of Hyperion, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars.

Hyberion was stunned for a moment, and then instantly understood why the blood flowed in the High Lords' Council Hall.

Then the Grand Marshal fell into deep thought. He didn't understand why Imotek did this. After forcibly releasing himself, it knew that as long as it came to Terra, it would inevitably crush the conspiracy between it and the High Lords.

Guilliman also fell into deep thought.

He was also confused by Imotek's actions.

If Imotek really wanted the Empire and Talon to terminate their cooperative relationship, and really wanted the Supreme Lords to believe that this war should not have been fought, then it should not have let Hyperion back.

Imotek's motives for doing these things are puzzling.

After thinking for a while, Guilliman suddenly remembered what Qin Mo had told him about the Necrons, and then he suddenly realized that there was no need for him to think about Imotekh's logic.

All of this, everything, may just be Imotekh's imitation of his behavior and thinking when he was still an organic being, or it may just be a way for him to have some fun in his endless life.

Imotekh may not want to achieve any purpose through this series of events.

"We can't figure out the thinking logic of a species that is full of lunatics." Guilliman stood up from the position of the regent and walked to Hyperion, "I need you to take all the warriors of the Black Templar and rush to the front line to participate in this war that determines the fate of mankind."

Hyperion heard the call of the regent, but he only felt powerless: "Sorry... I..."

Guilliman saw that Hyperion's will was very depressed, and even if he was allowed to participate in the battle, there would only be bad results.

The Regent frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then said to Hyperion: "You resisted my call, you are not qualified to continue to lead the Black Templars, hand over your position to a warrior who is more determined than you, and then go to your monastery and kneel in front of the statue of your Primarch, my brother."

This cold order can only make Hyperion feel relieved.

When the Black Templar Grand Marshal returned on the Necromancer's ship, he could always see and hear his centurion subordinates.

The centurions insulted and scolded him.

Hyberion didn't want to fight now, he just wanted to kneel in front of the statue of the Father of Genes until death and welcome liberation as ordered by the Regent.

After the salute, the Grand Marshal turned and left, his back was lonely, and his back was like an old man in the flesh.

Guilliman's eyes showed sympathy.

He knew that the statue of Rogal Dorn in the monastery was also broken-armed, and he hoped that Hyperion could realize something in front of his father of genes, Rogal Dorn, and then cheer up.

"Tribune." Guilliman looked at Koken, "I need you to take some guards to the front to support my brother."

Koken nodded: "What about you?"

"I will stay here to make the Empire quickly return to normal operation after this bloody incident in the parliament." Guilliman said.

Koken saluted and accepted the order.

When leaving the hall, Koken looked at the mess again. He knew that Guilliman must not have killed all the rebellious High Lords and their lackeys alone, but maybe it was the Emperor's blessing rather than someone suddenly rushing into Terra to help Guilliman.

I hope not.

...

A week later.

Front line.

Lian stared at the tactical table day and night, trying to maintain the stability of the front line as much as possible.

The Talons completely took over the logistics of the Empire, and countless new equipment was sent to every battlefield on the front line.

Lian had learned about the information of those new weapons.

It is a huge land weapon similar to the Titan, but it has no armor attached, nor is it as heavy and magnificent as the Empire's Titan. Instead, it has increased its flexibility to the limit with the support of a large number of anti-gravity devices.

When attacked, either use energy shields to withstand it or dodge it like a juggler.

Now Ryan finally understands the design ideas of the war machines of the Eldar, such as why even the giant Eldar war machines like Titans are designed to be extremely slim and agile.

Ryan once thought that it was a bad habit of the Eldar that artistry was greater than practicality, but now he understands that it was not an artistic consideration, but a design that was completely practical to the extreme.

The firepower of the Necrons' war machines generally does not need to fire a second time at the same target. No matter how powerful the energy shield is, it is difficult to resist large Gauss weapons, and no matter how heavy the armor is, it cannot stop phase weapons. This is a limitation at the level of physical science in the real universe, not because the designer is not smart enough or the technology level is not high enough.

In this case, mobility becomes a life-saving straw.

Ryan had always looked down on the Eldar's pointed ears, but now he felt that these pointed ears were species that had fought the Heaven's War with the Necrons, and their accumulated experience was still somewhat advisable.

After thinking about the sensitive war machines of the Talons, Ryan suddenly realized that he had just been distracted.

His heart immediately became tense, and he focused on the changes in the battle situation and quickly countered the various strategies made by the enemy.

"You are beginning to feel overwhelmed." Gray came over from the tactical table nearby. He had been commanding the Tyrone people with the generals of the Tyrone Army these days. The situation was not bad now, so he had time to care about Ryan.

"No." Ryan shook his head to deny. He said it, his hands moved, and his brain turned, but he admitted in his heart that he felt a little tired.

The opponent's commander, Imotek, was amazing. In previous wars, except for those brothers who had rebelled, no one could make Ryan feel that a hostile commander was so difficult to deal with.

Imotek had no tactics or strategies that he was not good at. It could organize a major counterattack against the Orpheus star zone, and it could also organize a small-scale infiltration operation against other war zones. It could command hundreds of millions of warriors to launch an astonishingly large-scale advance against humans, and it could also command a tactical team composed of Death Mark snipers to destroy a seemingly insignificant military facility at a fixed point, and use this small loss of humans to magnify their own achievements and the decline of humans.

Since the battle, Lion has already commented on Imotekh, that is, he is a genius, an all-round genius, a genius without any flaws except for the mental illness unique to the Necromancer.

Lion thought, it would be great if Guilliman was by his side, at least Guilliman is good at multi-threaded thinking, and he is a military advisor think tank.