Chapter 717 Go and Bother Them

The ship's secret room.

The three powerful Primarchs were struggling over a question.

How should they awaken Guilliman?

Dorn was naturally respected by the Imperial warriors, but Perturabo and Fulgrim were not so popular.

Fulgrim, in particular, was the biggest culprit who had caused Guilliman to lie in stasis for 10,000 years. He would be attacked by hatred as long as he exposed his breath in front of the Ultramarines.

Perturabo had wanted to use the ritual to summon the Emperor to possess him and let the Emperor give him revelation to pave the way for them, but the Emperor had not responded. When he asked the Eldar prophets, they just said that the signal was not very good.

"Only Dorn can negotiate with the Ultramarines. Fulgrim and I are likely to cause hostility from the Ultramarines." Perturabo said.

"I thought so too. Especially since I have to summon Slaanesh to descend on this planet. It is already indecisive for them not to launch whirlwind torpedoes." Fulgrim sighed in distress.

"In that case, let's use a stupid method. Your bodies are too big and conspicuous, and it's really a fantasy to disguise as a Space Marine, but I can hide you in a sturdy container." Dorn gave his solution.

Perturabo nodded and said that he could install anti-detection equipment on the container.

The sturdy container that can accommodate two Primarchs reflects Dorn's simple and unpretentious style. The various technological facilities installed by Perturabo on the container make the container exude a wildness that only orcs can create.

Fulgrim shook his head and began to paint and decorate the container. Let this container show the sacred and ancient colors everywhere.

Perturabo and Fulgrim lay inside, and learned about the outside world through a camera disguised as a pure mark on Dorn's armor.

Next, Dorn put on the black armor in the style of the Black Templar, and ordered Helbrecht and the living saint Celestine to go to Macragge with him.

"Remember, there is no Primarch."

Before the action, Dorn reminded Helbrecht specifically.

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templars vowed that he would not disappoint his father.

In the warp.

"Alas. Why waste time like this." The Emperor sighed, "If I..."

"Shhhhh!" Slaanesh interrupted the Emperor's complaints, "I like interesting things, are you going to take away even my harmless interests?"

Seeing Slaanesh's pitiful appearance, the Emperor became more and more impatient, but he just covered his face with his hands and did not drive Slaanesh away.

"If you don't let me annoy them! I will annoy you!" Slaanesh threatened fiercely.

"Okay, okay, you annoy them, but be careful."

After getting the Emperor's promise, Slaanesh cheered and watched the situation on Macragge with interest, thinking about what kind of sparks would be created between Ivrenee and Guilliman.

The Emperor shook his head, and he cast his eyes on Tzeentch's domain, looking for clues to his evil plan from the colorful colors of the crystal.

Macragge battlefield

Just as the Ultramarines would learn from their successes and failures, the Behemoth Hive Fleet also made a lot of targeted evolutions in the exchanges with the Ultramarines.

The composite carapace that can effectively resist the attack of explosive bombs, coupled with the bioelectric tumors mutated by integrating the gene pool of the hash swarm, made the Behemoth swarm even more difficult to deal with.

If the Ultramarines could rest their troops and rebuild their homes after the end of the First Tyranid War, they would naturally be able to build a more solid defense system.

But the galaxy is never short of war. Even if the Ultramarines do not bleed under the attack of the swarm, they will be panting under the threat of Chaos and Orcs.

The swarm broke through the orbital defense facilities that were built again, and the spore pods containing the worms were thrown to the whole world.

Facing the holographic map covered with red dots, Calgar could only lead his troops to rush to one battlefield after another.

During the battle, Calgar heard a very bad news.

The invading swarm this time was led by two Hive Overlords. They had already breached many fortresses, killing all the Ultramarines who came to support them.

"Two Hive Overlords." Calgar frowned. He was impressed by these powerful worms.

In the last defense of Macragge, the Hive Overlords used clever tactics to tear Calgar's encirclement into isolated and helpless points.

The left wing was attacked by Devouring Worms that came out of the tunnel, and the Emperor Poison Blade tank in the middle was torn into pieces by a large group of executioners. The gargoyles and winged worms in the air rushed directly to the commander and company commanders of the Inner Guard.

The artillery of the swarm forced Calgar's troops to disperse more and more. On the desperate battlefield, the Hive Overlord led a large group of Hive Tyrants and Warrior Worms to rush towards Calgar.

The prey that was surrounded became the hunter, and the Ultramarines moved closer to the Chapter Master.

The Ultramarines' Honor Guard could not stop the Hive Overlord from cutting off Calgar's limbs, nor could it save the fall of the Cold Iron Mountain Industrial Zone.

The Tyranid Wars wiped out the elite warriors of the First Company, and even now they have not recovered.

Behind them are rows of Space Marine statues, which are proof of the glory of the Chapter.

Now the battle is fierce, the statues are covered with dust, and Calgar can only hide his guilt and continue to command the battle.

"We must stop the Hive Overlord. We are the only warriors on this planet who can compete with them."

Calgar put on the fine power armor and swore to his gene father that he would fight for Macragge with all his strength.

"Respected war captain, I have used my psychic power to detect the reason for the Zerg's restlessness and violence." Think Tank Director Digris reported his findings to Calgar, and Calgar also stopped. In this case, any intelligence can be the key to a comeback.

"These insects are in fear."

"Fear?" Calgar turned around in confusion, "What can these insects be afraid of?"

Digris covered his forehead. Forcibly searching the psychic consciousness of the Zerg was a torture for him.

"These insects are avoiding something more terrifying, something that cannot be studied, swallowed, or restricted, and is beyond cognition. Please forgive my imprecise wording. I really can't describe the fragments that the Zerg showed me."

"That's why these insects are so fierce, attacking every area they can see at all costs. They just want to have a full meal before they die."

"That's the truth."

"In that case, we have to quickly eliminate these greedy insects. Be prepared to welcome the visit of unknown enemies." Calgar went to the battlefield firmly.