Stars for the good Warhammer

At that same moment the business negotiations were going on.

At the same time, located on the other side of the Great Rift, in a private office full of classical design style, looking at the thick stack of sector files and battle reports of each sector piled on the solid wood desk, Robert Killy, the Primarch, Man couldn't help but frowned. As the imperial regent, his life had not been easy recently.

Several days and months have passed since the plague war launched by his traitorous brother Mortarion and the demons of Nurgle. The plague virus originating from the subspace is spreading to various planets in the Ultramar sector at an alarming rate. The powerful iron plague among them can even turn the empire's sacred war machines and the fortress's hard steel walls into piles of virus-spreading cysts.

During the entire process, the Death Guard led by Mortarion rarely showed up. Perhaps they hoped to use the carefully arranged plague to disintegrate the morale of the Imperial defenders bit by bit. Although the mortal soldiers of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army We are brave enough, but facing invisible enemies such as viruses, the morale of various war zones will inevitably waver.

bad news.

another bad news

When Guilliman continued to read today's battle report with as calm a mood as possible and learned what new tricks those Terran senators had come up with, he saw the original body powerless for a moment with the data pad in his hand. He fell on the table and muttered to himself in a miserable tone.

"I hate Fulgrim."

Upon hearing this, the honor guard responsible for guarding the original body responded with concern.

"Is it because he defeated you?"

"It's because he couldn't really kill me."

The guard didn't comment too much on this answer. He knew it was just another weak complaint.

At this moment, a company commander stepped into the Primarch's office.

"Father, we have received the latest news from Ms. Chamille."

Having said that, the guard on the side noticed that the moment he heard the name, there was a faint flash of wavering in the original body's powerless eyes, as if a child who had done something wrong was about to face the punishment of an angry old mother.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Guilliman finally opened his mouth and allowed the other party to come in. Then the stranger with a numb face took over a holographic tablet that recorded a large amount of data.

"According to Ms. Chamuel, 80% of the maintenance work on the Macragge's Glory has been completed. It is expected that it will be able to return to the battlefield in another week. The key hyperspace engine can be used normally. , Great Sage Caul and the Forge General of Mars participated in the initial test."

"More detailed reports and some recent actions of the alliance have been recorded here, please take a look."

Chamuel, in Guilliman's opinion, is the strangest woman he has ever seen so far. While she is full of wisdom and rationality, she is also very good at discovering problems and proposing corresponding solutions. In the past few days, the two sides had exchanged many views on the issues of the empire and the alliance.

To be honest, the other party has the same temperament as the archangel in many aspects, but compared to Sanguinius's tact, Chamuel's character is unexpectedly strong, and he will often use words to poke at the original body intentionally or unintentionally. This is why Guilliman will always be as careful as possible every time he communicates with the other party.

As time went by and the cooperation between the two parties continued to deepen, more and more fancy complaints from the special envoy Chamille would always be delivered to the imperial regent along with the reports.

For example, right now, when he looked at the title of the first report, the expression on Guilliman's face was extremely wonderful.

[The layout of the most important main control system lines within Macragge's Glory is like someone stuffing 10,000 mice, tying a wire to each of them, and then letting them run wherever they want. How did you make it move? 】

[The brains of those mechanical teaching assistants are as if an overweight hamster has been stuffed into their brains. Their mental state can only become stable when they move, and according to my observation, most of the time the hamster is dead. , so next time please send some normal people over to complete the handover. 】

[Our people still haven’t been able to figure out how many departments your government actually has? What are their respective responsibilities? Please write a detailed explanation, otherwise I will not be able to carry out my work in detail. 】

[Retire, stop doing this. 】

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Guilliman's mood was extremely solemn at this moment as he scanned the resentful contents on the data pad.

"The Rogue Trader named Abelard has successfully arrived in Haven not long ago. The other party will follow your orders to collect as much intelligence about the alliance as possible."

A behemoth that has far surpassed the empire in terms of technology and military power. It is obviously not an easy thing to become a neighbor with such a being.

Hearing this, Guilliman just nodded silently. The reason why he felt nervous about this was precisely because he had overheard such a bizarre rumor not long ago.

It is said that such a terrifying star-class battleship once appeared in the battlefield of the Alert Galaxy, and it single-handedly annihilated the entire Black Fleet with just one strike. If a conflict breaks out between the two sides in the future, Guilliman cannot imagine that the Empire should How to fight against such a monster.

"According to the reports of the agents of the State Church, the Alliance seems to be working on building an unprecedented giant facility."

While speaking, the other party transmitted a holographic image taken in space into the personal terminal of the Primarch.

In the picture, a building with a complex and interlaced steel structure is suspended near the orbit of the star. The huge gravity stabilization device in the center is enough to show that this is a space building anchored in space.

Countless engineering ships and the Mechanicus's forged arks are parked near the base of the target building. According to calculations, only an unfinished protrusion has exceeded the diameter of the moon. Considering that the Alliance has repeatedly asked the Empire for resources and even some blatant plundering in recent times, could it be that everything is for this thing?

"In addition, the Rogue Trader claimed that during his contact with Grey Wind, the other party mentioned that the Alliance recently received a special guest from a [friend], and the other party wanted to use this as a bargaining chip for this transaction."

"A special guest? Who is it?"

When he said this, the captain hesitated for a moment, looked up at the portrait of the old woman hanging in the Primarch's office, and then said such a name in a slightly hesitant tone.

"Ms. Euton."

"The other party claimed that the guest was called Ms. Euton."

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When he heard this name.

The Primarch, who was originally gloomy, suddenly stood up from his desk.

"Who?"