Chapter 828: Plans Cannot Keep up with Changes

What a pity. I haven't studied this antivirus device thoroughly yet, and he will be destroyed here.

Under strong pressure and strong reluctance, Rom took advantage of the short time of breathing in the waste code tsunami to start inputting the separation program. Just before the wave was about to hit the sages, their data bodies separated from the space and returned to their real bodies along the original path.

The cables were ejected violently. Under the influence of high-voltage current, these cables danced like snakes after being separated from the sages' bodies, and spit out thunder-made letters.

All of them started the plasma shield powered by the nuclear reactor, and thunder hit it and ripples appeared.

The sage aimed various killing weapons at the Per 12 sage who had not yet separated from the space and fired. The plasma group and thermal radiation destroyed the body of the Per 12 sage, turning him and the socket under him into molten iron that smelled like iron paste.

But it was not over yet. The auspicious instrument showed that many high-energy light spots appeared around. These are the intelligence army led by Per 12 approaching the conference hall.

"What should we do?"

"Fight out and send a distress signal to the Empire!" Rom acted quickly, his hunched and bloated back spread out, and several Gauss weapons with a faint green light slowly rose.

At this time, no one would be blind to ask where the alien weapons on Rom came from. They needed to go all out to survive the siege of the intelligence army that entered the extinction state.

"My clone is destroyed." Kalbohar woke up from the console, and the fate weaver Carlos and Amaraga were guarding him.

"That clone should have been used at a more critical moment." Kalbohar said, and others couldn't tell whether he was complaining.

"But you got the gift of meeting the God of All Machines. Only with this can you break the cell that imprisoned him and communicate with him in the state of mortals." Carlos said.

Kalbohar did not comment, but only engraved a copy of the outline of the rune and stored it in his own database.

The warp, which had been calm for a while, then began to become turbid and turbulent, as if the turmoil in Agripilina was the prelude to a certain event.

Tzeentch fiddled with the puppets of fate, quietly waiting for the moment for them to play a role.

Next to him was a thick plan book, which was covered with dense text. Looking closely, it was full of the names and organization of the imperial troops. The Volskani Iron Cavalry Regiment was also on it, and it was in a prominent position in the first item.

However, this plan had been abandoned by Tzeentch. The advance notice of the subjective and the involvement of Slaanesh made the implementation of this plan seem unusually boring.

"They should have offered more blood for me!" Khorne spewed out a breath of angry flames. He was quite dissatisfied with Slaanesh's behavior of intercepting the Volskani Iron Cavalry Regiment. His precious reason was almost on the verge of being exhausted.

"Don't worry, let me make the last preparation." Tzeentch was not in a hurry. He looked at the Agrapilina Forge World ravaged by the waste code and sprinkled some more annihilator virus.

The mechanical servants welded on the machine became the best medium for inoculating the annihilator virus. Their fragile bodies and empty brains were occupied by the madness of the virus. All the pain inflicted by the mechanical priests on the slaves nourished the annihilator virus to become more active. Soon, the industrial area was flooded with deformed semi-mechanical monsters.

The intelligent control legion and the slave monsters could not shake the defense of the Agrapilina Forge World. The Skitarii and Titan Legion above could wipe out all traitors within a few months.

However, this was Tzeentch's calculation, not the calculation of the imperial high-level officials. In their eyes, Agrapilina suddenly lost contact just now. The nervous imperial high-level officials must have thought that Agrapilina was attacked by the Chaos Legion.

They will draw a part of the Cadian garrison to Agripilina to help, and then Abaddon will take the opportunity to attack Cadia with the Black Legion.

It was a very simple tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west. It was an insult to Tzeentch to adopt such a strategy. But Tzeentch had no choice. After all, he could not suppress the fire of Khorne.

Tzeentch had a more complicated plan, which was linked to send the imperial garrison to death.

But Khorne was obviously fed up with the rustling sound of Tzeentch's pen and his sinister mumbling when he wrote the plan. If it were not for Nurgle's interference, the World Eaters fleet would have smashed into Cadia long ago.

"Let's fight." Khorne urged.

"One more thing." Tzeentch continued in a long tone.

Khorne's armor was grinding and creaking, and he kept tapping his feet to temporarily relieve his anxiety.

"Yeah." Tzeentch nodded, and Khorne thought it was a signal to launch an attack.

"Not yet, one step short." Tzeentch smacked his lips and continued to write and draw on the table. Khorne, who was standing beside him, held his axe tightly and looked at Tzeentch with unkind eyes.

"Alright~ Alright?" Tzeentch muttered to himself, and even Nurgle, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand it anymore.

Nurgle secreted some phlegm and blamed Tzeentch for his procrastination. He didn't know why Tzeentch had dragged on for so long.

"Hehe." Tzeentch laughed strangely, then tilted his head and looked at Khorne and Nurgle and said, "Guess?"

"You bastard!" Khorne jumped up, chopped Tzeentch with his left hand with his axe, grabbed a bowl of hot soup in front of Nurgle with his right hand and smashed it on Tzeentch's face, then he flipped the table and roared to order his warriors to attack.

At this time, Abaddon, the warmaster of the Black Legion, was quietly staying on the Spirit of Vengeance, waiting for the Word Bearers' ceremony to be completed.

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They want to sacrifice a planet that has sunk into the Eye of Terror to set off a localized subspace storm, so that they can temporarily let Cadia fight alone for a while.

"Warmaster!" A communications officer in the bridge suddenly shouted loudly, and the panic in his tone made Abaddon a little dissatisfied.

Abaddon said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" The cold meaning in this voice made the communications officer calm down quickly.

"Great Warmaster. Voice of the Skull, Scarlet Fury, Blood of the Skull" The communications officer reported the names of more than ten warships and warbands in a row. When Abaddon heard that they were all warbands that believed in Khorne, his heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling arose spontaneously.

"They broke away from the fleet and headed towards Cadia!"

"Where are the Telemagnons who were in charge of supervising them? Why didn't they fulfill their duties?"

"I don't know the Warmaster, he said he wanted to talk to you in person."

A message rushed into the warship's communication network, and Abaddon's herald Telemagnon appeared on the screen, with a bridge burning with flames and thick smoke behind him.

"The Empire's reconnaissance troops broke in? Are they going to hunt down the Imperial fleet?"

"No." Telemagnon shook his head, then gritted his teeth and said, "They are crazy! They only want to rush to Cadia, and they use macro cannons to open a channel in our fleet!"

After hearing this, Abaddon was furious, and with a force of his hand, the communications officer was crushed by him.

What can we do now? We can only follow the psychopaths who believe in Khorne and attack together.

"Let the wizards of the Word Bearers continue the ritual! This is an attack that we could not have anticipated, let alone the Empire!"

"Yes, Warmaster."

(There are so many things to do near graduation. I was so tired that I slept for ten or even nine hours yesterday)