Chapter 1025: The Duties of the Ultramarines

"Did we fight back?"

After hearing Imotekh's words, Guilliman put down the ring given by the Grand Master of the Assassin's Chamber, and everything he saw disappeared.

Without having to continue watching, the Primarch knew what had happened.

The five Supreme Lords must have been convinced that the Necrons did not actually want to go to war, and that the Human Empire could indeed avoid war.

In military strategy, it is correct not to push the enemy into a desperate situation.

As the top leaders of the Necrons' enemies, when the Supreme Lords of the Human Empire no longer believed that war was inevitable as the Primarch said, and there was a glimmer of hope, they would become unsteady.

Disintegrating the will to fight is still a small matter. Guilliman felt that the most terrible thing about Imotekh's behavior was that it might lead to the breakdown of the cooperative relationship between Talon and the Empire.

"I thought the Storm King valued honor and would use fair means." Guilliman returned the ring to the Grand Master, "Now it seems that the difference between him and the Silent King is that he knows how to fight."

"Of course he values ​​honor, but he is a true general." The Emperor said, "In a fierce war, there is no room for honor and etiquette. To win the war, the only truth is to do whatever it takes, and Imotekh is a military commander who is good at all strategies and tactics."

Guilliman nodded and sighed.

After a few seconds of silence, Guilliman suddenly asked the Emperor: "How can you enter the tomb world? Aren't their tomb worlds covered by black stones that suppress psychic energy?"

The Emperor himself felt strange about this matter. He wondered about it and shrugged, "Maybe it was to prevent the five Supreme Lords who went to the tomb world from having their souls wiped out by the black stones. I got lucky, or maybe there was some other reason."

Guilliman thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Or maybe it just wants us to know about this, because if I punish the Supreme Lords, the consequences will be very serious."

"Then we can't let these guys go!" the Emperor said anxiously.

"Of course we can't let them go." Guilliman shook his head, "Choose the lesser of two evils. The High Lords' Council can be preserved until now because I made the best choice between the two dangers. When the harm caused by their existence outweighs the harm of their disappearance, then I will get rid of them without hesitation."

Hearing that Guilliman wanted to get rid of the High Lords' Council, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, who was the Supreme Lord, did not react.

He and his previous Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, who was like a father and a teacher to him, had the same idea, that is, to support the Primarch.

From the perspective of interests, the destruction of the High Lords' Council would have no impact on him.

Not to mention that the favors that the Primarch could give would be unimaginably generous, even if the High Lords' Council existed, wouldn't the position of Grand Master still only be able to manage the Assassin's Court in the shadow of the Empire?

"I will purge the High Lords' Council."

Guilliman stood up from the throne and said this shocking word to everyone present.

And Calgar thought: Finally!

"The Solar System Navy has left the Solar System." The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court immediately began to make plans for the Primarch, "The Solar System Auxiliary Army is still there, the Imperial Fist Chapter is still there, and there are some private soldiers. As for the Imperial Guard... they should not get involved in this matter, as long as the war does not burn to the palace."

As the leader of the power in the shadow of the Empire, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court thought of a simple and direct knife fight.

He never thought that legal principles were of any use. Although the High Lords Council was established by Guilliman himself, more than 10,000 years later, it was not something that Guilliman could do with just one word to dissolve the High Lords Council.

"You are the assassin leader, right?" asked the Emperor.

"That's right." The Grand Master of the Assassin Court nodded, "It's easy to kill a person. If it's just to kill a few people, I can make the High Lords Council bleed into a river now."

Guilliman agreed: "That's right. If it's just to kill a few people, this matter can even be carried out quietly, but I want to dissolve the High Lords Council, I will let the five Supreme Lords bleed on the spot, use their death to deter others, and announce to everyone the consequences of intending to compromise in this war."

Guilliman chose to do this openly, and now it was time for his descendants to give advice to their gene father.

"The Imperial Fists and the Phalanx are indeed difficult to deal with, but we don't need to fight them. They are not stupid people. Maybe they will let our entire legion enter the solar system with just a conversation." Felix, one of the four heroes, said.

"But the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Dorn, is known as a rock and is extremely stubborn. His descendants are the same." Calgar asked Felix, "Who among us can speak eloquently enough to convince the Imperial Fists? We know that we are just trying to dissolve the High Lord Council established by our father, but the Imperial Fists saw that our entire fleet and legion did not go to the front line but ran to the solar system. They don't think the same as us."

Felix fell silent.

The Tigurius Think Tank and others didn't have any good ideas.

Until an Astartes with red and blue armor spoke.

"Since the sons of Dorn are stubborn and difficult to persuade, the only thing we can do is to use weapons instead of our mouths!"

This Space Marine was once the Chapter Master of the Primaris. After the integration of the Legion, he was merged into the Legion with other Ultramarines.

Their fighting characteristics are belligerence, but when immersed in the battle, they will use almost cold-blooded rationality to think about all the problems about the battle.

Whenever his eyes swept over this warrior, Guilliman's eyes would fall on Cawl, who was silent, and he would inevitably question his past research behavior.

As if to prevent Guilliman from asking questions, Cawl took the initiative to speak: "We still have to consider the Adeptus Mechanicus. Maybe we should fight to Mars, and then pull the new Forge General down to replace it with a more suitable person, such as me."

Guilliman tilted his head, pointed at Cawl and questioned: "You are not Cawl himself, right? You are a degraded Cawl!"

Cawl himself is not interested in the Forge General. The one who always wants to be the Forge General is Cawl made by Cawl. This guy is also called the official fan Cawl by Guilliman.

Cawl did not argue. The answer was obvious. It was not Cawl himself who sent Guilliman the Ultramarines he had accumulated so far.

Without dwelling on where Cawl's body was now, Guilliman stood up and said to everyone, "When I am about to arrive in the solar system, all of you will leave immediately for the war front and accept the leadership of Lion El'Jonson, my brother."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone talked about it.

"It is your duty to defend humanity." Guilliman raised his voice, "You are my proud descendants, not tools of rule, nor weapons to deal with the descendants of my other brothers. Do what you should do most."

"But...but your safety..." Calgar racked his brains to persuade Guilliman.

"I will contact Lord Talon before arriving on Terra." Guilliman used this sentence to put Calgar's heart at ease.