Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

A holographic image intuitively displayed the most intense ground battle on the traitor's iron ring in the bridge.

Ryan looked at the image with his hands behind his back. The mental detection device located under the floor scanned the information flow released by Ryan's brain and directly displayed the macro or micro battlefield picture he wanted to see according to his wishes.

When he intended to check and pay attention to his descendant named Azrael, the image would instantly zoom to Azrael, the Supreme Master of the Dark Angels.

The founding Chapter Master of the Dark Angels was nothing more than a member of the Astartes on the ground.

There were so many Astartes that they were almost shoulder to shoulder. They advanced under the protection of the void shield. Azrael pointed forward with his sword raised. The Dark Angels in the chapter followed the order of the Chapter Master. Seize one place after another that needs to be conquered, or fight bloody battles with Chaos Astartes who rush in with jump packs.

Whether it is the Primaris Dark Angels or those warriors in the chapter who have not been upgraded to Primaris, for the Lord of Caliban, for the Warmaster, such war cries and roars are mixed with the sound of artillery fire and the occasional thunder of the firing of Titan weapons. among.

As Ryan's thoughts changed again, the holographic image showed the jagged decaying webway, which was obviously a completely different webway from the webway used by the Eldar.

Ryan didn't know whether the webway opened by Vashtor was like this, or whether the webways of the Eldar and their proud creators were corroded by Vashtor.

It doesn't matter. What Ryan's brain is thinking about in an instant is not the network channel, but how to let Qin Mo, who wants to enter, get in. Inside the Eye of Terror, the time and space forcibly shaped by the black stone structure on the fleet side On the event line, in a very short period of time, the calculations carried out by Ryan's brain were close to that of an artificial intelligence.

After realizing that the Titans were the protagonists on the battlefield, and someone who wanted to kill in the webway behind the hostile Titan lines would have to pay a high price, the first thing Ryan thought of was to give the order to his heir. Rather than the descendants of Guilliman or the descendants of other brothers who are more forward on the entire front.

Just like the brothers of the Primarchs who set an example, the Dark Angels, as the first legion in the legion period, if there is a price to pay for something, then they should do their part.

Even if the price and sacrifices paid after the war will be buried, it doesn't matter. The Dark Angels do not need to praise or reward superficial things. Loyalty itself is the best reward.

A plan emerged in Ryan's mind, and then he issued it.

The moment he received the order, Azrael realized everything based on his own experience, including how many sacrifices the battle brothers had to make to implement his father's plan. However, he did not continue to think about it, but went to carry out the plan of the Gene Father. Order and lead the team personally.

In this battlefield where the array of Titans and Knights spread to the horizon, even the Chapter Master cannot stay in the battleship and point the country.

As for the Primaris Space Marines in the Dark Angels, those new generations of warriors who are stronger and more capable than the older generation of Astartes, they are arranged more by Ryan and need both his trust and the key to combat effectiveness. sexual tasks.

"It seems you are pleased with those Primaris warriors."

While Lane was commanding many battles at the same time, Caul in the bridge spoke words that were difficult to hear any meaning from his tone, because the words did not come from the vocal organs that humans are born with.

If the equipment in the Tyrone ship were not very quiet, Ryan might have heard this as a cold prompt from a certain device.

"I originally thought that Primaris warriors would have trust issues among the Dark Angels, but now it seems that I don't need to include it as a variable in my thinking system." Kaul added.

"Of course." Ryan looked up at Caul, "You took me to see the breeding process of these Primaris Space Marine gene seeds. I know that they are the Dark Angels, but they are more powerful and advanced."

Call looked down at Ryan and nodded silently.

His body is extremely tall due to excessive body modification. What is covered under the red robe is a body that represents the most advanced modification technology and armament level of the Mechanicum.

Every time he looked up at Kaul, Ryan would occasionally think about who would win if this guy had a fight with him.

Then he thought about it carefully, but because there were too many mysteries about this guy Call, and even his specific abilities were unknown, Ryan stopped thinking about it.

But allowing a Primarch, a Primarch known for his combat prowess, to think about who would win is in itself a recognition of Caul's level of force.

It's not without reason that the monks and sages of the Adeptus Mechanicus transform themselves into less human beings, because this transformation makes people stronger.

If the Adeptus Mechanicus were willing to invest, they could transform a malnourished brat in the hive into a killing machine far more powerful than an Astartes. This would be technically easy.

"But you didn't have to do that at the beginning, because even if the Primaris warriors were a group of colorful ultramarines, I would still accept them." Ryan suddenly said this.

The little remaining flesh on Kaul's face moved, allowing Ryan to read an emotion that was probably doubtful.

Then Ryan returned his gaze to the image: "The Dark Angels need stronger and more warriors. This is an urgent need. Ten thousand years ago, if you had touched my gene seeds, I would have hacked you to death. , but times have changed.”

"We all need to make sacrifices," Kaul said. "Just like I was a naturalist when I was young, but in order to achieve the mission given by the emperor and regent, I must make sacrifices."

"Naturalist?" Ryan raised his head sharply, "You?"

Call nodded.

"Whether what you said is true or false, the truth is correct." Ryan looked away again.

The entire holographic image's display of the battlefield is changed to a macroscopic view.

The battle lines composed of Titans from both sides approached each other. In the crossfire zone, the demon engines and conventional troops as well as the knights from both sides faced off against each other. Those knights who could only be seen in high-intensity wars in the ten thousand years since the end of the Great Crusade were lined up. A line slamming into each other.

The Supreme Kings of the Knight Family personally control their vehicles like ordinary Astra Militarum commanders, shouting and guiding their family members to fight.

A stray bullet in a Titan firefight can wipe out a company of a battle group in an instant, as long as a certain unlucky company loses the protection of the void shield, or rushes out of the fighting position where it should stay during the firefight.

Being able to direct a war of such intensity and scale is an honor in itself, but Ryan does not feel joy at this time, but only pressure so heavy that it slows down his breathing.

After deploying some more troops and orders, Ryan temporarily turned his attention away from the fiercest battlefields and turned to the battle zones where the expeditionary forces later established unbreakable defense lines.

A large amount of battle information was easily sorted out by Ryan in a short period of time, and then he began to issue orders to encircle and suppress the "Thousand Sons Wizard" who appeared inexplicably and the strange people who dressed like the Sons of Horus legion ten thousand years ago and traveled to the present. warrior.

There are also fleet bombings and raids on many planets.

Ryan is no longer the Lord of Caliban who only needs to command one legion in the past. He needs to allocate his brainpower to more than just one battle without breaking the defense line.