Chapter 606

"At the same time, the troops led by the Silent King's subordinate, the Crowned General Trazyn, are launching an attack on the Satyr system."

"Magos and the Satyr system are close; once both are occupied, the Stormlord can pass through the Warp storm and enter the interior of the Pariah Nexus."

While speaking, Guilliman reached out and waved at the air.

The ceiling opened suddenly, a Cherub... Hmm?

A machine about the size of a Cherub, also with wings, but shaped like a miniature version of Doraemon, flew slowly out of the ceiling.

That was an automated servitor designed by Belisarius Dora-Cawl to replace Cherubs, named Mini-Dora.

Its function was basically similar to a Cherub, but it did not need to use wetware, because just designing the appearance in this way made its machine spirit itself extremely powerful, even more intelligent than Cherubs that used wetware.

And it itself could also increase the operating efficiency of surrounding machinery to a certain extent and increase the probability of enemy weapons malfunctioning, and the cost was also cheaper, so it soon replaced the original Cherubs in various places.

It was just that its art style looked a bit inconsistent with this galaxy; at least in Guilliman's view, it was a bit too cute, not serious enough, not solemn enough.

But... but at least he didn't have to look at those grooved flying baby corpses; Saint Doraemon's aesthetics were much better than the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's.

Mini-Dora's eyes suddenly glowed, projecting a star map, presenting the positions of various stars in the Nephilim Sector.

The Magos and Satyr systems were on the edge of the Nephilim Sector; these two systems were close, and the Blackstone on them was still exerting a certain effect, causing the Warp storms near them to be relatively weak.

The Silent King and the Stormlord reached a cooperation; the Stormlord attacked the Magos system, while the Crowned General Trazyn under the Silent King was heading to Satyr.

The opponent's intention was very clear: they were trying to tear open a gap, allowing the Stormlord Imotekh's troops to enter the Pariah Nexus.

"What is the goal of this operation?" Fulgrim raised his head slightly, looking at the star map and asking.

Guilliman reached out slightly, and a horizontal line started from the Magos system, running through the entire Pariah Nexus until the Volian-Wash system at the other end.

"The Silent King should have reached a cooperation with the Stormlord in some way, intending to use the Stormlord's troops to attack the Necron Traveler Anrakyr who is in the Volian-Wash system."

"The Stormlord obviously does not want to bypass the entire sector to head to Volian-Wash, because this way he will have to face the surging Warp storms and our entire military force."

"His plan is clearly to borrow the area controlled by the Silent King, cross the Nephilim Sector, and head straight to the Volian-Wash system."

"A relatively reasonable plan." Fulgrim nodded in agreement: "Since that's the case, the Magos and Satyr systems are very important, right?"

"If they break through these two systems, the Stormlord will have almost no obstacles on his way to Volian-Wash."

"Exactly so." Guilliman nodded in agreement.

A few rays of light flashed in the violet eyes of this clone Primarch: "Then why haven't you made a response? We should start acting immediately!"

"The Necron troops are extremely fast; their inertialess drives allow them to easily enter superluminal travel in the material universe; in our perspective, they almost disappear suddenly and appear suddenly."

Guilliman's expression did not change, looking calmly at Fulgrim and saying:

"Even with Warp engines, it is difficult to catch up with their speed of action; relying solely on this mobility, they can occupy the first opportunity. Normally, even if we make a response at this time, it is already too late."

"You also said, it's the normal situation!" Fulgrim's thin lips raised slightly: "... Give me a fleet armed with *Anywhere Star Gates*, and I will head to these two systems immediately; the Stormlord's troops will not cross the firm wall of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children."

"Whether heading to Magos or Satyr, you will face the pincer attack of Trazyn and Imotekh's troops; that will be a cruel meat grinder. You are not Rogal Dorn, and that battlefield is not prepared for you."

"I have a descendant who always says he is a son of Rogal Dorn; it just so happens that I can let him prove himself." Fulgrim looked at Sol beside him and said with a smile.

Sol's expression became serious.

"Trazyn, he is a difficult opponent, powerful, cautious, yet elusive; I once failed at his hands, but if there can be such an opportunity, I will wash away the shame..."

"There will be this opportunity, son." A slightly brilliant expression appeared on the corner of Fulgrim's mouth: "As you can see, Guilliman, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children will not retreat; the realm of perfection does not need cowardice."

"But the ones I sent to those two systems happen to be cowards." Guilliman stared at Fulgrim and said.

Fulgrim frowned slightly: "What do you mean by this?"

Guilliman did not pay attention to Fulgrim's questioning; he just raised his head and stared at the star map in the air.