Chapter 407: Huron: I Think I Can Hold
Huron accepted the link.
His gaze swept through the shared psychic vision, observing the meetings being held in multiple regions, passing over the four tall figures.
All accounted for.
"My lord!"
Huron's shout was almost a prayer for everyone in the command post.
"Support for the Maelstrom will begin immediately. Two of the thirteen fleets will be diverted through the wormhole."
After a brief greeting, Romulus spoke immediately: "But the main force will not go there. We are going to Macragge."
This undoubtedly poured cold water on Huron's excitement.
The situation in the Maelstrom was basically rotten. Without the participation of the Dawnstar Sector's decisive force, there was no hope for change.
'Why?'
As a qualified ruler, Huron did not voice his question, his expression unchanged, but he asked himself subconsciously.
Macragge was indeed important, but it was guarded by dozens of Ultramarines successor Chapters. And having been ordered by Lord Romulus not to leave Ultramar, they should be able to handle even an impact of the same level as the Maelstrom with ease.
Unless there was something more important happening on Macragge.
"A Primarch is about to return."
Romulus smiled, employing a bit of dramatic suspense.
"Which Primarch?!"
Huron asked instinctively.
It's Macragge, who else could it be?
Then he lost his voice:
"My father?!"
This sudden news made his brain, which had been running at high speed, unable to turn the corner for a moment. The surrounding officers were confused by the Guardian's self-questioning and answering. Then, after their superhuman nerves clarified what these two sentences meant in an instant, they fell into the same jubilation.
This was not substantial support, just—
Frankly speaking, after ten thousand years, any son of Guilliman held a pessimistic attitude towards the return of his gene-father. Just like the Custodes could only silently watch the Emperor burn on the Throne, whenever a son of Guilliman went to Macragge with reverence and saw Guilliman in the stasis field, besides pride, perhaps there was only sadness brought by the cruel reality of the gene-father's ten-thousand-year silence.
Even though unlike the Custodes, their more excellent father endowed them with a more positive personality, sadness never disappeared, but was hidden in their hearts.
Ten thousand years. Even if the four Primarchs arrived to soothe the wounds in their hearts, whenever they watched those four magnificent figures take on responsibilities proactively, these warriors couldn't help but think of that familiar yet strange figure.
But now, when they all believed he was gone, he was about to return. When they all thought he had flown away, he was about to soar like an eagle in the sky.
Their hearts soared with this news, and their spirits exhausted by war were uplifted.
Wait, what's going on? Why did such a surprise pop up while we were fighting?
Huron looked dumbfounded.
The Dawnbreakers didn't expect to wake Guilliman up now either.
Putting Macragge as the first priority was more to guard against Mortarion. Having read the script, they knew exactly what those things that couldn't even be seen when Nurgle's Garden was invaded were doing.
Just brewing some Godblight to forcibly corrupt Guilliman. They did this to Horus ten thousand years ago, and they were doing it to Guilliman ten thousand years later. Talk about path dependence.
The Death Guard was a Legion after all, and recent sighting reports across the galaxy emphasized that Chaos Astartes also appeared in various enhanced postures. The Dawnbreakers naturally treated them as opponents to be taken seriously.
But isn't this an opportunity?
"Ulthran relented."
Arthur explained the details to Romulus: "He agreed to the recovery of the Emissary of Ynnead and the creation of the Avatar of Ynnead. Before that, Ramesses will protect his soul to prevent exposure. Secondly, we need to guarantee the safety of Craftworld Ulthwé in reality."
Facts proved that united front value is fought for.
After they took humans and Eldar on a round trip in Nurgle's domain, their status in Ulthran's eyes changed from optional to first choice.
After observing the military might of the Dawnbreakers, Ulthran made up his mind and submitted a plan.
He intended to facilitate the birth of the Emissary of Ynnead in advance and actively send her back to Craftworld Biel-Tan to retrieve the Sword of Silent Screams, Asu-var.
This Crone Sword was embedded in the wraithbone skeleton of Craftworld Biel-Tan, binding the fate of almost every Biel-Tan Eldar.
The rest depended on whether Ynnead could seize this opportunity, relying on the connection with the Emissary to sacrifice this Craftworld to summon His avatar, or remain indifferent to such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
If the avatar appeared, it would be simple. Let the Dawnbreakers dismantle the Avatar of Ynnead like they dismantled Perturabo, breaking that activated power into ownerless fragments, thereby allowing the Dawnbreakers to obtain part of the authority of the Eldar God of Death.
As for whether Ynnead would take the bait.
Currently in the galaxy, not only the Chaos Gods and those secondary gods were anxious. Everyone knew the situation was wrong, the great conflict was advanced. Those who could still move were fine, able to exert some subjective initiative. Gods like Ynnead who couldn't move much were anxious to death.
If this continued, believers would be snatched by alien gods. These gods who had not yet truly sat at the table would not let go of any opportunity.
Because if they waited any longer, there would be no chance forever.
And even if Ynnead didn't take the bait, the siege of Macragge had to be lifted, and Guilliman had to be resurrected. It was just a matter of time.
Romulus looked at the galactic situation.
With the communication system built by Ramesses, their information was more timely, and also more intuitively showed the severe situation of the galaxy today.
Outside the Maelstrom, the Gothic Sector in the Obscurus Segmentum was tortured by the raging plague to the point where the main fleet could hardly move. The area close to the edge of the Astronomican in the northern galaxy was filled with various attacks. The Space Wolves and the Iron Hands, who had completed internal ideological integration in recent years, were putting out fires everywhere.
The Solar Segmentum fell into turmoil with the new round of Chaos activity, and the Pacificus and Tempestus Segmentums also became 'lively'.
The pen processing documents trembled.
Thinking of such a super cesspool, even the stress-resistant Romulus couldn't help but wipe cold sweat, his admiration for Roboute Guilliman reaching its peak at this moment.
He really couldn't hold on much longer.
The Dawnbreakers urgently needed a new pillar!
If necessary, sacrifice a few of the Emperor's normal personalities to let the Emperor take over. There's no reason the Emperor could wake the Lion but not Guilliman.
Anyway, Guilliman, this weak point, absolutely couldn't be allowed to sleep any longer. Otherwise, every time they swept the toilet, they would have to check Guilliman's status first. No one could stand splitting forces as soon as Chaos moved.
"So until then, we cannot provide more help. The strategic center of gravity needs to shift to Ultramar. The Chaos Powers will not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity either."
Romulus's voice fell, returning with this inspiring answer.
"I understand, my lord, I understand!"
Huron was extremely excited, having already stood up from his chair and pacing back and forth in the room.
That was his gene-father!
How could a son cut off his father's lifeline?
"Before that, hold the Maelstrom at all costs."
"Understood!"
Huron replied excitedly, then began to discuss the strategic deployment of the Maelstrom defense circle with Romulus.
Inside the Heb Fortress, the entire building was in commotion.
People began urgently issuing instructions into communicators. Amber runes began to flash silently on window frames and pillars. Holographic projection images emerged one after another in mid-air, scrolling preset target parameters.
Huron listened to the low hum of a series of data recalibrations, the clicking of civil servants typing on keyboards. He listened to the rising buzz as reactors pumped energy rapidly into large transport arrays, and the ticking of massive amounts of information transmitted from within the fortress.
Chaos was anxious, xenos were anxious, all enemies of the Imperium were anxious.
They could no longer accept the Imperium continuing to be so powerful.
A solemn color flashed in Huron's eyes, and unprecedented focus shrouded him.
No one could hinder the return of his gene-father, not even himself.
The Silent Vow
Azrael, who had completed the tasks related to 'Chronos Key', continued to coordinate Legion internal affairs, and grasped the sudden situation through certain news from the Rock far away in the Obscurus Segmentum, looked up.
He could hear the cargo elevator making a rumbling knocking sound.
He stepped forward, preparing to report to the Lord of Knights.
A group of Dark Angels gathered around him unknowingly, most of whom were veterans from ten thousand years ago.
They all revealed their faces, but all were expressionless, only the look in their eyes telling the fluctuations in their hearts.
"What should we do?"
Fingering the hilt of his named sword, Kay asked: "Do we save the Rock or not?"
Under the lights, the breathing of the Dark Angels became heavy.
They walked on the road to report the mission, their pace undiminished.
Compared to the joy of the Ultramarines lineage, an uneasiness that something troublesome was returning shrouded them.
Obviously not very happy.
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