A bone-chilling storm howled, and the condensed snow crashed into Roger Donn's body, shattering his bones and leaving only a few traces, before being carried away by the wind.

Dorn was indifferent to this, he just stood here, standing on the circular balcony of Machado's private residence, trying to look through the wind and snow over the ground of Terra.

It's a tall tower, Macado's study, and even works as a museum. Countless precious relics from history are stored in a static position, resting peacefully in a stone round table.

There have been countless meetings with the most powerful people on Terra - and now, at this critical juncture, it's surprisingly empty.

Only Roger Dorn is standing here, not even indoors.

If you want to ask why, you have to go back two hours to two hours ago, when he was still in the building made of wood and masonry, and Machado had just finished talking about time.

As if to fulfill his word, or perhaps the so-called handiwork of Him. In short, within half a second of Machado's words, Terra's already harsh climate began to change abruptly.

But not in a good direction, but in a worse direction. At the same time, a blinding flash of light suddenly lit up from somewhere in the palace, piercing the clouds.

It was blazing, but it was not only the clouds that pierced and destroyed it, but the entire communication of Terra. In just a few minutes, several important departments directly connected to Dorn and Makado were disconnected and disappeared from communications.

So, will things be better now?

The answer is no, the situation is not getting better.

More than an hour of emergency repairs to the equipment brought worse results, and people had to resort to the ancient method of communication, word of mouth, and so on, and finally presented to Dorn and Machado with a shocking report.

All of Terra's communications equipment was completely out of order due to that pillar of light, the electromagnetic signal was disorganized, the equipment was destroyed, and the Contemplative was on fire. Nowhere can escape this fate, not even the spaceport.

The 13,000-meter-high open platform was now dead silent, hidden behind the dark clouds, which used to be faintly visible, but now completely hidden in the wind and snow.

Dorn had 18,000 Imperial Fists on the airport, and he believed them, but he didn't know how they were going to deal with it.

It's like going back to primitive times. Roger Dorn thought coldly.

Barbarians with torches travel long distances in the wind and snow to carry the news of the beast attack to friendly tribes, and that's what we're doing right now.

He stretched out his hands to sweep away the wind and snow from the iron railing of the circular balcony and put his hand on it.

The irresistible cold pierced his veins through the leather gloves, causing the blood to freeze almost completely. He looked down at his hands, and in just a moment, they were covered in snow, just like his face.

Freezing frost spreads on the nose and mouth, and snowflakes hang on the cheeks. At this moment, the boulder seems to be frozen in snow.

A few minutes later, a blue light flashed behind him, and the wind and snow stopped, and although it was only a small distance, it was enough for the chill to dissipate for a moment.

Dorn turned around and saw Machado, who had just stood up. The palm sealer's expression was extremely serious, and the light on the tip of the scepter in his hand had never been so bright.

"How's it going?" Dorn asked.

He didn't care about etiquette, and it was no longer time to care if he was offending in tone.

"The Troop, the Sisters of Silence, the Mechanics, and the Firebee Legion have all set out."

Macado said slowly, not caring about Dorne's tone, his hand clenched tightly on the scepter, his muscles bulging and his fingers white.

"But the situation is still not optimistic, and he is still fighting in the depths of the net. I've sent the Starwhisperers of the Court of the Stars who are still of use to the various parts of Terra to temporarily serve as a communications relay point, and if things are okay, maybe we'll be able to restore some of them in a few hours. ”

"I have five battalions deployed all over Terra." Dorne replied quickly. "I can send someone out and inform them—"

"-No." The Palm Seal shook his head resolutely. "This is absolutely not possible, and your Mountain Formation and all the fleets deployed in the solar system must not be mobilized, Rogge."

"Why?" Dorn asked calmly, his fists clenched suddenly.

"Because that's the general offensive."

Machado replied word by word, blue light in his eyes - few people could understand what the palm printer's expression meant, and Dorne was not one of them.

"If this is a war where the exact situation on the battlefield can be observed at the tactical table, this moment will be the last minute. The two armies faced each other, and the battle was fought to the end, and the enemy's commander still did not appear. Your legion must hold him back, even for a second. ”

"Procrastination?" Dorn repeated. "Procrastination?"

"Yes, procrastination."

"There is no possibility of victory?"

"It's impossible." Machado said categorically. "I'm not part of the Troop, and I don't distrust the Primordial and Astarte like they do, so there's only one reason I'm asking you to do it, Rog. Because that's the only way we can win. ”

Dorn was silent for a moment, then said, "If this is what you say, then, Machado, you are asking me to let my legion die. ”

"Who do you think isn't?" Makado asked rhetorically. "Yes, I'm asking you to send your legion to death and delay Horus, but, when communication is restored and you pass this news on to the fleet, I ask you to add an explanation."

"What?" Dorn asked.

He's still calm – it's incredible, why is he still sane? Maybe no one will know why. And Machado didn't care about the answer, he just looked into Dorne's eyes and opened his mouth word by word.

"Tell them that it's totally worth it, that all the bloodshed, all the death, all the sacrifice is total, because we will win."

"Where does your faith come from?"

"You will see, like Ferus Manus and Fogham, they are coming to answer their questions. You have to do it for me. Makado said calmly. Also, Rogge, be sure to pay more attention to Mars. ”

As the words fell, psionic light began to surge, engulfing him instantly. The cold wind continued to blow, bringing with it the snow that gradually turned dark in color. Dorn stood in silence, continuing to feel the cold.

He didn't know where Machado was going, but he had got the answers he wanted. Then there is no need to have any hesitation or worry.

There's only one way to win, that's all.

——

The Praetorian Army is charging - never before can you see so many Praetorian Army.

They were engaged in a horrific slaughter, and each of the Praetorian soldiers had an unparalleled anger in the way they swung their weapons, but that anger only made the killings more precise and merciless, and there would never be any such thing as a surge of blood. Then there are the Sisters of Silence, who, as always, fight side by side with the Praetorian Army.

They were followed by the loyal Mechanics, with cathars and priests standing firmly behind the Praetorian Army, advancing the line they had created as spearheads, along with the deadly and well-maintained forces.

The Firebee Legion's Divine Machines were at the back of the line, but the results they had caused were the most massive - how could anyone have ever seen dozens, if not hundreds, of Divine Machines firing together?

Underneath the palace, in the tunnels, in this vast and deep fog, a miracle is being staged. To anyone, this is a remarkable sight, and if it were placed in the past, it would even be regarded as a kind of glory

But not anymore, because no one even cares about that. Anyone who rushes to the entrance of the network will be immediately captured by the war and become an integral part of it.

It doesn't matter who you really are, no matter who you are. You are a member of the auxiliaries, you are a member of the cathars, you are a member of the Sisters of Silence, and even the Forbidden Army is not immune to these influences

They fought, they died, and they had only one purpose, which was to go into the depths of the net.

Everyone could feel the heat, the heat that burst out from the depths of the network.

And the voice of the emperor.

"I'll wait here." He said.

Who are waiting for?

It's a bit of a carvin, I'm late, sorry. That's all for today, adjust the outline to meet the climax below

(End of chapter)