Chapter 1013 Changes in the Tree of Life

Some planets are easy to fight, and some are hard to fight. Many designs of the Great Mess Hall are based on the goal of defending against the threat of Chaos. It is not surprising that such a result can be achieved now.

However, the Great Mess Hall is the only planet that is armed to the teeth, and the rest of the planets are in a bitter battle. The regular army and militia stationed on these planets rely on the defense line to barely block the attack of the demons, and also have to guard against the many aliens and filth that run out of the bloated structure of the hive.

"For the Emperor! Hold the defense line!" The roar of the Weepers struck the hearts of the militia, allowing them to muster up courage again and again to face the endless horror in front of them.

Some planets whose curtains were already fragile were in even worse conditions. The cracks that were broken were so large that they could easily swallow the planets. The defenders on them found that they were surrounded by the cold void before they had a chance to react. It was the malicious subspace itself.

They looked up at the greedy eyes cast at them and raised their weapons at the erratic demon figures. In the administrative center, officials who had been trained in the cafeteria discussed countermeasures fiercely and asked the psychics assigned to this place to send out distress signals.

There will always be people who are crushed by despair. A local official who was recruited later looked at the demons all over the planet with a pale face. He collapsed on the chair and muttered to himself, "We are finished. The demons will eat us alive. We should find a chance to escape, instead of being buried with this planet."

Pah!

He was slapped to the ground by a younger official. The young official pointed at his nose and scolded, "Coward! Cut five balls today, cut ten balls tomorrow, and then you can sleep well for one night. Get up and look around, and the demons are here again! Where can you retreat to? Retreat to the cafeteria? Retreat to Holy Terra? Retreat to the Golden Throne?"

The local official was timid and dared not say a word, just touching his burning face.

The tone of the meeting was set. The officers, soldiers and political staff who were loyal to the Great Canteen would never be conquered by terror. Even if they died, they would die standing on the Golden Throne, rather than cowardly living under the claws of the devil.

The star regions around the Great Canteen were like this, and the situation in the Ultramar region, which was farther away from it, was equally or even more difficult. Although this place was already a well-managed place in the Empire, it was still a poor and remote place that needed to be developed for a long time in Odemeier's view.

In addition, Guilliman was hurt by the fallen Fulgrim before, and he did not complete the plan of the Ultramarines government. This made the Ultramar region also infected with many chronic diseases that the Empire had in the past ten thousand years of development.

Above the middle layer of the hive city, it was still a nest where people could barely survive, and below the middle layer was an abandoned area that even the Space Marines had to treat with caution. Countless violent flames burned from bottom to top, and the demons also took this opportunity to erode every corner.

Some planets that had not yet completed vaccination did not even put up a decent resistance. They became the demons' playthings in just a few days, and the equipment used for production and construction became terrible torture instruments used by the demons to torture twisted souls.

Guilliman, who was in Macragge, was buried by countless distress signals. He quickly read these messages and recalled the preparations of the planets, so that he could have a rough estimate of the holding time of each planet.

Andmang was the second batch of planets to be integrated, and it was also the capital of the southern division. They should be able to rely on the supplies of the cafeteria for several years.

Tawan was located on the edge and was not strategic enough. It was the last batch of planets to be integrated. There were not many supplies on it. It was just an ordinary imperial world. If the Emperor blessed them, they could still rely on the church to support them for a while.

Guilliman's brows were getting tighter and tighter, and his brain could even imagine the scene of hundreds of billions of people wailing under the hands of demons. The Ultramarines' Chapter Master Calgar stood beside Guilliman, waiting for Guilliman's order. Their slowly growing sharp blade must appear on the most urgent battlefield.

At this moment, an urgent communication from an Ultramarines Captain interrupted Guilliman's thoughts. Guilliman remembered clearly that this captain and his warriors assisted the Ark Eldar in defending the Tree of Life. Although this Tree of Life was not as huge and magnificent as the one in the Great Mess Hall, it was not much smaller. The life vaccine in the Ultramar sector depends entirely on the supply of the Tau trade fleet and these Trees of Life in the Great Mess Hall.

"Great Primarch!"

Guilliman was unhappy as soon as the captain opened his mouth. He did not like the Ultramarines' increasingly enthusiastic mood. However, Guilliman did not show his emotions in his heart, but encouraged the captain with his eyes to continue reporting.

"The Tree of Life..."

"The Tree of Life was lost?!"

As soon as the captain said this word, Guilliman's calm face was in danger of cracking. His mind was now full of images of the Tree of Life being desecrated by demons. This psychic creation full of life would become Ultramar's nightmare.

The captain was a little nervous because of Guilliman's stern expression, but he still quickly and completely finished his next words, "The Tree of Life has not been lost, it has bloomed."

Bloomed?

Guilliman was stunned and immediately took out a booklet at hand. This was some of Odmayer's discoveries and insights when he was studying the properties of the Tree of Life. Guilliman had already finished reading this book and knew the contents by heart. However, no matter how he recalled, he could not find the content that the Tree of Life would bloom.

The Tree of Life would sprout new branches, shed leaves, and drop branches. A sticky substance similar to resin would seep out from the bark, but this tree had never bloomed or borne fruit.

"Show me the situation of the Tree of Life."

After Guilliman's order was issued, the captain acted quickly and aimed the screen at the Tree of Life in the distance.

The originally lush and green Tree of Life was now colorful. Guilliman could see a sense of luxury and splendor through the screen. The Tree of Life in front of him could only remind him of the fragrant potted plants raised by his brother Fulgrim.

Is this a good change or a bad change? Guilliman was a little melancholy. He was not good at dealing with things related to psychic energy.

Fortunately, he had several psychic consultants to consult.

Guilliman first looked at the think tank Digris, and felt that his understanding of the Tree of Life was not as deep as that of the Eldar, so he turned his attention to a prophet.

The Ark Eldar prophet who joined the new spiritual department saluted Guilliman gracefully. He looked at the Tree of Life with extremely complicated emotions, and then answered Guilliman in the jealous eyes of the think tank Digris, "This... should be a good thing. The pollen emitted by the Tree of Life is repairing those warp cracks."

"In that case, why do you use "should" to modify it?"

The prophet had a bitter face and had to explain honestly that he saw the expanding shadow of Slaanesh from the swaying and color of the flowers of the Tree of Life.