Chapter 752: Warmaster's Opinion

"Forget it." Horus clapped his hands and smiled back at his children, "Let's continue chatting. We can't let this kind of thing affect our good mood. Malohurst, bring up the battle situation."

Horus pointed at Agnes. The generals meeting here knew that Malohurst had died a long time ago. His first seven days were almost five years old.

But what else could Agnes do? He muttered softly that he was Agnes, and then brought up the battle situation.

"My lord." A commander said, "There are some problems we need to deal with."

"Let me take a look at the battle situation first."

"My lord! The problem is very serious now, we must."

"Really? Sejanus!" Horus said harshly, which scared the commanders, "But I don't mean to blame you, Hastel. I must understand the situation when discussing the details."

The wolf god said the names of two more dead people. Some commanders closed their eyes, some commanders sighed helplessly, but some wanted to struggle for Horus's little sanity.

"Of course, sir. But we..."

"Are you going to talk back? Captain Sejanus! I want to know what the Council of Four Kings thinks of your behavior?"

"The Council of Four Kings? My lord, they..."

"Can't they speak for themselves?"

The meeting room was silent. Everyone understood that the Council of Four Kings had fallen apart. Those highly respected warriors had long died. Only Horus was still immersed in his own fantasy.

"They are not here." A commander answered timidly.

Horus did not dwell on this issue. He looked at the war situation on the image with interest.

Some troops advanced too deep and seemed a little impatient, which was not good. Horus criticized it.

Some troops advanced too deep, and their bold attack achieved amazing results. Horus nodded with satisfaction. Who else could teach such exquisite tactics besides him?

Horus's opposition and agreement made everyone in the meeting room feel numb, but they continued to fulfill their obligations as a warrior and a son and introduced the battlefield situation to Horus.

A large group of demons were wreaking havoc on Terra. These were the reinforcements summoned through the ritual.

"What kind of troops are these? Who commands them?" Horus asked, pointing at the screen.

Everyone looked at each other, even the warrior in charge of the summoning ritual could not answer Horus's question.

But what did this mean to Horus? His mind was full of all kinds of useful knowledge, and calling out the names of these demons was really a simple task.

Horus called out the names of the demons quickly and accurately, as if he was practicing a long-term performance.

When the last word symbolizing the filthy name of the demon landed, the commander in the conference room fell into deep fear, and the demon shadows standing behind them were also suffocatingly cold, but in Horus' eyes this was a good encouragement.

"And this ring of mine!" Horus showed the old gold ring on his little finger, telling the bits and pieces of his time with the Emperor.

This was like a show-off, showing off that his father was very good to him, and he was also a filial son.

"Oh! One more thing, lower the void shield." Horus said optimistically.

This was a shock to other commanders. Terra's anti-aircraft firepower had not been completely removed. Removing the void shield now meant that the Vengeful Spirit would be exposed to the firepower of the palace.

The Vengeful Spirit was a powerful ship, and the wandering demons in it twisted the warship into a supernatural cave, but this did not mean that the warship would not be harmed by the salvo of macro cannons.

"My lord, we should rise."

"Shut up! I am the Warmaster! This is my power! And you have no right to question it!"

The commander lowered his head, and they didn't say much, but Perturabo's message came over, and no one dared to ignore the news of a Primarch.

"Horus!" Perturabo was full of gunpowder as soon as he opened his mouth, "What the hell are you doing? Shouldn't your legion cooperate with my flank? And why did you lower the void shield?"

Listening to Perturabo's noisy voice, Horus felt a little upset.

Perturabo is really useless. If Dorn was under my command, he would definitely be able to break the defense of the palace in two weeks.

Horus pouted his lips in disdain and hung up the communication.

Perturabo's roar was interrupted by the beeping sound of the communication interruption. He stared at the fleet of warships above his head with gritted teeth, then threw the communicator to the ground and crushed it with his feet.

The Lion's Gate Port has been recaptured by the White Scars. Mortarion boasted of his tenacity and indomitable spirit, but he couldn't even hold a position.

Fulgrim and his Emperor's Children huddled in the hives and cities to enjoy themselves. When they were short of supplies, they would attack the supply lines that Perturabo had established with great difficulty.

Angron rushed forward, and the corpse pits and huge defense gaps left by him and the World Eaters warriors gave Perturabo a headache.

Damn it!

Perturabo stomped his feet again. He really couldn't stand the recklessness of these nobles, and ordered all the troops besieging Terra to prepare for retreat.

"It seems that my brother is in trouble on the ground, but these difficulties will be solved after the void shield is lowered." Horus said confidently.

"What is a master-level battle? Does it mean that you can fight the next battle after this one? No, of course not. A master-level battle should mean that after this one, you don't have to fight the next battle because the enemy's fighting will has already collapsed."

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand, because you can't see the problem from my perspective. Just like you don't know that Guilliman and Lion's reinforcements are very close to us, maybe they will be behind us in a few days."

"What?" The others were a little panicked. God knows how many people these two Primarchs will bring to support.

200,000? Even 300,000?

At that time, the defenders of Terra will work together with the reinforcements to crush them like a hammer and anvil.

Horus saw their panic and was a little annoyed, but something on the table nodded to him and said something.

He was right.

Horus agreed with them and smiled at a blank area with no one.

A terrifying coldness enveloped every living person in the conference room, and Horus decided to reveal his plan in full.

"We lower the void shield, and my father will definitely be unable to hold back and bring people to board."

"So this is a strategy?"

"Of course, and then I killed the Emperor who came to board. Guilliman and Lion must have been scared to death when they saw me stepping on the Emperor's corpse, and surrendered on the spot."

Looking at Horus, everyone looked at each other, and finally said in unison.

"Warmaster, good idea."