"Terra has decided, you will be the emperor!"

In a closed cabin, Grey Wind crossed his waist with one hand, clenched his fist with the other, pointed his delicate index finger at the tip of Russell's nose, and said in a very arrogant tone: "After the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the Gothic Fleet arrived in Otrama, the prophetess passed on to Killiman roughly like this. ”

Russell looked up, and when Gray Wind imitated the tone of the prophetess, his face changed to Alexei's appearance, and his petite figure had the graceful face of a mature woman, how strange it looked.

"I don't believe that she would talk to the gene prototype like this, but it is better to say that as long as she doesn't kneel on the spot, she can be considered self-contained." Russell Road.

After all, man is a fanatic believer in the emperor.

Grey Wind turned his face back to his original appearance after playing the role-play, and turned around: "The arrival of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet has made up for the much-needed military strength of Kiliman, so he should launch a crusade against the Aether Giant Worm as soon as possible, and use the death of this starry sky giant beast to lay a solid foundation for the throne of the War King?" ”

Russell nodded: "After all, the Aether Giant Worm is just a product of the Tyranid Zerg after devouring the head of the Aether Dragon, analyzing the genes according to the cat's drawing of the tiger." There is a body of dragon scales, but in fact, it is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, as long as the fleet at hand is properly dispatched, it is not difficult to kill the Aether Giant Worm. ”

What's more, the 1st Expeditionary Fleet also brought 6 Blackstone Fortresses to Kiliman, and even if there were 6 more Aether Giant Worms, Kiliman would have the confidence to compete with them.

"But the problem is not in the combat power......" Russell shook his head again: "Even if he has enough strength to kill the Aether Giant Worm, it is possible that Killiman will not do it." ”

"Why is that?" Gray Wind doesn't quite understand.

"Because the Ultramarines are now being replenished, after the Battle of Macurag, the remaining strength of this start-up warband is less than 100 people." Russell Road.

Grey Wind was even more confused: "Does this have anything to do with the crusade against the Aether Giant Worm?" ”

With the 1st Expeditionary Fleet, the Gothic Fleet, and the original navy of Otlama, plus the assistance of 6 Blackstone Fortresses, Ryan, and the Dark Angels, the Killiman army is more than enough to defeat an Aether Worm roaming Otlama. Does the amount of the remaining strength of the Ultramarines really matter?

"Let's just say it's not a matter of combat power." Russell touched Gray Wind's face, scratched her soft chin like a cat, and said, "War is a continuation of politics. ”

"Killiman has just woken up, and this is the first battle he personally commanded after the return of the Ultramarine's genetic protoplasm."

"The Aether Giant Worm previously devoured the Ultramarines' barracks planet Pamenio, and then destroyed the entire Maculag system, until now the Giant Worm is still swimming among the stars, causing huge economic losses to Otlama and bringing great fear to the whole people. This is a counterattack battle that leads humanity to turn over. ”

"At the same time, this is the foundation battle that laid the foundation for the throne of the king of war......"

Grey Wind squinted and enjoyed Russell's teasing, and she probably understood what Russell meant.

The combination of factors has given the act of 'Crusade against the Aether Worms' an extraordinary significance, and the remaining force of the Ultramarines is now less than 100 people, and they are destined to not be able to play much role in this war.

"After 10,000 years, Kiliman returned in a hurry, the human empire has long changed, and all kinds of relationships are intertwined, and the imperial navy, the astral army, and the industrial world are jointly controlled by major families, competing for power and profit...... It seems that everyone is united in support of the returned primordial body, but in fact, each side has its own interests. ”

"What Kiriman can really trust, who will unconditionally support his descendants without giving up any benefits, is actually just an Ultramarine."

And the Ultramarines are almost dead.

"In this significant war, Kiliman's team of descendants who have suffered heavy losses is destined to fail to achieve decent results, and the dragon merit of saving Otlama is destined to be eaten up by the military nobles of mortals, which will make Kiliman fall into a huge passivity in future negotiations, and the blood of every mortal martyr will bind his hands and feet like a shackle, making it difficult for Kiliman."

Russell let go of his hand and stopped teasing Gray Wind's chin: "Next, it's up to Killiman to break the game." ”

The Battle of Macurag wiped out the veterans, the Battle of Pamenio wiped out the recruits, and the Ultramarines now had to start by recruiting mortal children, while the Aether Worm still roamed the stars.

With every second of delay, more planets will be devoured and more civilians will be eaten.

"If Kiriman is a virtuous king who loves his people like a son, then he will immediately raise an army to fight against the giant worm."

"If Kiliman is a politician with a cold heart, then he will make up a perfect enough excuse to delay this battle, ignore the human civilians who are being eaten by the Zerg, wait for the Ultramarines to complete their replenishment, and make a great deal of war for him."

Grey Wind leaned his body into Russell's arms and asked softly, "Which one is Killiman?" ”

"Both."

"That's ......," Grey Wind puffed out his cheeks in annoyance, "human politics is so complicated. ”

"It's not only complicated, it's boring." Russell sighed, how else to say that war is a continuation of politics?

"yes, it's boring to be intrigued." Gray Wind suddenly became energetic, turned over and straddled Russell's stomach, and pressed her shoulders with both hands: "It's still interesting to toss the marshal." ”

"Fuck, don't." Russell was suddenly defeated, and all the calmness that had just planned disappeared.

As Grey Wind giggled at the marshal, neither of them could have imagined that Kiliman, who was far away in Otlama, had not chosen either of the two options that Russell had envisioned.

He chose the third option.

At this time, in the 35th year of the 40th millennium, under the call of the lion king Ryan, the dark angel groups scattered throughout the galaxy have gathered to the Eye of Fear to meet the returning father of genes.

The Ultramarines subgroup, which is far more numerous than the Dark Angels, has recently received a similar call.

The news of Kiriman's return spread throughout the galaxy through the Stargate Network, especially in the Extreme Star Field, making the already erosive situation more and more turbulent. At the call of the Primordial, warbands with Ultramarines rushed to Otlama, and even warbands that were fighting against Chaos or Aliens also dispatched an advance team to meet the Primordials.

These sub-group fighters from the bloodline of the extreme warriors crossed the sea of stars with the help of the star gate network that had been preliminarily formed, and came to their father all the way.

On the planet Connaught, the temporary capital, they received orders from their genetic fathers.

"Forget the number of the unit you belonged to in the original warband, your past identity and glory will be painted in royal blue along with this armor, and from today onwards, you are an extreme warrior."

Clearly, Kiliman's moral boundaries are more flexible than Russell knew.

(End of chapter)