Chapter 1075 Great Expedition 2.0
Thinking of this, Lin Fan began to talk trash. He compared Tzeentch to the God of Laughter, Silogo, saying that his way of teasing people was still much worse than that of this clown.
Tzeentch laughed sinisterly twice, but that was all. He was not as angry as Khorne in the early years.
"This is just the beginning." Tzeentch said while canceling the production of other Nightbearers in the rear petri dish. Since the Subjectives had a way to easily deal with such a strong and rare unit, she didn't need to fight hard.
Under the reinforcement of the Void Dragon, the Necrontyr fleet tore apart all the degraded warships summoned by Tzeentch, and soon approached the edge of the chessboard-shaped battlefield. At the same time, other civilization forces behind the Necrontyr fleet also set off, and they would launch a landing operation.
The Necrontyr fleet formed a protective ring-like formation to isolate all the degraded warships that tried to harass them. Their warships also deployed a large number of warriors and underworld mechas deep in the battlefield to compete with the degraded Necrontyr Dynasty. In the man-made towering mountains, the green light never stopped, and the tips of many peaks disappeared quickly, leaving only an outline for the brain to complete.
"We are here to cut off the enemy's reinforcements for you. I hope you can keep up with our progress." Trazyn stood beside the Emperor and conveyed the meaning of the Silent King. As an old collector, a Necrontyr noble who even hired a large number of humans to help him manage the museum, he naturally became the messenger of contact between the Necrontyr and humans.
"This is too wide." Dorn commented on the battlefield in the bridge, "If the planet is compared to a ball of paper, this is a huge piece of paper that has been completely unfolded and spliced together."
"What's wrong, Dorn? Are you scared?" Perturabo couldn't help but tease him. Dorn continued to answer seriously, "I'm just worried that our troops can't fill the entire front line, and the supplies we carry are not enough to support such a long-distance battle."
Dorn's consideration is not unreasonable. Not to mention the Eldar and the Necrontyr, the human empire has gathered as many elite troops as possible for this battle.
The total number of the entire Imperial Guard and the recovered Sisters of Silence is less than 10,000; there are more than 1 million Space Marines who have temporarily integrated the sub-group; the rest is a mixed force composed of the Imperial Astra Militarum and the Sisters of Battle. They occupy the absolute majority, and it can be said that they have gathered more than 100 billion.
Behind these 100 billion troops are trillions of supply teams serving them. Until now, there are still supply fleets loaded with supplies sailing in the webway.
All the power that the human empire can squeeze out is here. If it fails, there is no need for Tzeentch to do anything. The entire empire will naturally fall apart under the destructive chain reaction.
Deploying such a large number of troops is a difficult challenge for anyone. Even the Emperor himself cannot guarantee that he can put each legion in a perfect position.
The only thing that can be done now is to split the legion into more than ten small legions, let each Primarch lead one personally, and divide their own war zones, so as to maximize the command ability of the Primarchs.
Guilliman said after listening, "This sounds like the Great Expedition 2.0, but we are not so far apart... Well, it's still quite far, but at least we don't have to send messages in units of years."
Leman Russ also laughed a few times, and pointed his mouth in the direction of Magnus: "Now if anyone wants to rebel, everyone can see it. I hope Magnus won't make things difficult for the brothers."
"Hey!" Magnus was quite dissatisfied with Leman Russ's complaints.
The Emperor couldn't help but smile as he watched the Primarchs talking to each other in a friendly manner. He then looked at Fulgrim and Lorgar and asked, "Are you sure you are ready? This landing battle is the most difficult. Even if all your descendants die in the battle, there may not be any results."
Although Fulgrim and Lorgar had different feelings, they both knelt down to the Emperor at the same time.
Fulgrim said, "Father, my sons and I are already sinners with stains all over our bodies. The evil deeds that harmed the Empire are too numerous to list, and the mortals who died under our depraved desires can fill the surface of several planets. We do not crave your forgiveness or the forgiveness of the people of the Empire, but only hope that we can express our condolences and apologies to the innocent people we killed by dying on the battlefield..."
Lorgar said after Fulgrim, "My great father... I am a foolish person. I cannot see your dedication and sacrifice, and I use my own delusions to speculate on your will. Fulgrim and I are both guilty of serious crimes, and even dying in battle is a luxury."
The Emperor looked at the two of them for a long time, and did not say that they should let go of the past and look forward to the future. If they did something wrong, they should bear the price, even if he was the Primarch.
"Then you go and start your atonement."
Before leaving, Fulgrim looked back at his good brother Ferrus. The Iron Hand brother just hugged his arms and turned his face to the side, looking like he didn't care about Fulgrim at all.
Fugen laughed at himself, walked to Koz, and touched Koz's hair with his hand, which attracted the latter's disgusted and impatient hissing.
"Take care of yourself, my dear brother, don't always think about drinking blood, eat more normal meals, there are a lot of leftovers in the refrigerator, you can heat them up yourself."
When saying this, Fugen was very gentle, and Koz, who always disliked him, was silent, just lowered his head and let Fugen gently stroke his hair.
In a few seconds, Fugen and Lorgar left. It was not until then that the relaxed atmosphere became heavy, and it felt like war.
Ferrus sighed when he saw Fulgrim leave. Then he asked the Emperor to arrange him in the second batch of landing battles. He still had a deep brotherly friendship with Fulgrim in his heart.
"No, the next wave belongs to me." Mortarion, who had been silent, knocked the ground with his huge sickle. His face was hidden behind the hood and mask, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking at this moment.
To be honest, it was surprising that Mortarion was willing to participate in this last battle. Before he came with the Death Guard, all the Primarchs thought that Mortarion would be like Angron, guarding the small piece of land of Barbarus and living his leisurely life.
The Emperor sitting in the main seat obviously had a deeper understanding of Mortarion's current mentality. After all, Isa would tell the Emperor about Mortarion's situation every now and then.
But he was not going to say it in front of other Primarchs. After all, he combined the "Biography of the Primarchs" and his own emotional intelligence to understand that Mortarion was really a thin-skinned child.