"These idiots really have no idea they're being sold out."
Kenmyo, utilizing a special ability gained from being a Tech-Priest, linked his mental will to the signals of the battleship, the "False Emperor."
Having obtained some intelligence, Kenmei was constantly monitoring the battle situation.
Kenmei learned that the Ultramarines had already arrived at the designated area and had even sent messages asking when the Word Bearers would arrive.
As the one who knew the truth, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"We'll be right there."
Because the Chaos Gods had opened a gateway for the Word Bearers in the Warp, all communications, and everything else, could be received directly through psychic means.
The turtle is already in the jar; the hunter will arrive soon.
"We're going to wrap you up like dumplings and feast."
The Ultramarines' warships had arrived in the operational area, but they saw no sign of the rumored overwhelming Ork fleet; the entire star system was peaceful.
A colossal warship, measuring 26 kilometers in length, appeared on the outskirts of the system. This was one of the 20 Gloriana-class Battleships initially constructed by the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars during the Great Crusade.
This unimaginably massive size was unique even within the Imperium; it was the *Macragges Honour*.
It was the flagship of the Ultramarines (U-Chapter) and the personal warship of Roboute Guilliman. Its silent traverse across the system alone exerted an unimaginable pressure.
The *Macragges Honour* was equipped with virtually every named warship weapon in the Imperium. It possessed formidable firepower, capable of single-handedly challenging an entire fleet or even destroying a planet.
When the Word Bearers' City of Perfection was destroyed back then, this battleship played a considerable role.
Inside the command center of the *Macragges Honour* Battleship, a blonde man in blue Power Armor stood at the main station, arms crossed over his chest, gazing solemnly at the screen.
This extraordinarily strong man was the father of all Smurfs, the leader of the Ultramarines Legion, Roboute Guilliman.
Surrounding him were other Ultramarines, also clad in blue Power Armor, serving as crew members responsible for operating the warship.
"Search again!"
Roboute Guilliman frowned, finding the situation strange himself.
Why did the mission assigned by Horus seem unfulfilled? The complete absence of any signs of an Ork invasion was highly unusual. It couldn't possibly be that the Imperial intelligence was wrong.
But the Ork weren't supposed to be as cunning as other xenos enemies, engaging in sneak attacks. Roboute Guilliman had even prepared for battle the moment he entered the system, with all warship weapons armed.
All company captains of the Ultramarines stood in the command centers of their respective warships, ready to receive all deployment orders from Roboute Guilliman.
However, the radar detected no special signal source, only other abnormal phenomena.
"Report: A large-scale abnormal Warp storm has completely blocked the navigation routes."
An Ultramarine reported everything detected by the radar to their commander. Within their sector of the Warp, a massive shadow had appeared, completely obstructing the entire passage. Regardless of where they wished to go, they couldn't use the Warp to leave. This phenomenon was actually far more serious than the appearance of Ork.
It was equivalent to completely isolating the entire Ultramarines Legion from the outside world.
"What about contact with the Imperium?"
Roboute Guilliman immediately grasped the most critical issue. This star system was remote, extremely far from the Imperial capital, Holy Terra.
All Imperial communication relied on specialized Psyker known as Astropath to contact the capital.
In the communication room, a woman wearing large equipment that completely obscured her face replied:
"Negative, completely unable to establish contact."
Losing contact with the Imperium deeply unsettled Roboute Guilliman, who relied heavily on the Imperium. He suddenly had a bad feeling, but instinctively dismissed the thought immediately.
Roboute Guilliman was a man of firm resolve, meaning that once he decided on something, it wouldn't change (stubborn).
"Have all warships from the 30th to 40th Companies distribute themselves around the periphery of the entire star system and maintain constant vigilance. Report any disturbance immediately."
Roboute Guilliman began issuing orders.
"The rest of the warships will accompany me to Calth."
Calth was an agricultural world in the Ultima Segmentum, an important shipbuilding port for the Ultramarines, and the capital of the system.
The planet was quite large, and surrounding it were massive orbital rings, purely mechanical in composition, covered in cannons and various defensive installations.
The Planetary Governor and the local Astra Militarum immediately announced a state of planetary lockdown upon sensing the overwhelming number of warships.
But when the enormous hull of the *Macragges Honour*, large enough to fill the entire screen, appeared above them, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
What the hell? Even just an ordinary gun barrel used for a firing point seemed larger than the size of their orbital cannons. The sheer volume and number of massive guns on this warship instantly dissolved their will to fight, eliminating any thought of resistance.
"I am Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion."
Inside the operation room above Calth's orbital cannons, all Astra Militarum personnel remained silent, listening only to the communication transmitted from the warship.
Roboute Guilliman held the microphone, sending a real-time signal and message to the Planetary Governor and the Astra Militarum, informing them that he was not there to destroy them but to protect them.
A Primarch held the status equivalent to a Prince within the Imperium, so Roboute Guilliman's simple declaration of identity was more effective than anything else.
Otherwise, it would have simply provoked their sensitive nerves. Calth, as an agricultural world, had never experienced such a mobilization.
Such a massive concentration of Ultramarines near the Calth system would make anyone unfamiliar with the situation think that Daemons had invaded.
The Ultramarines' *Macragges Honour* entered Calth's inner orbit unimpeded but did not land on the surface because its size was too immense. If it were to land, there was no dock capable of holding it.
Khor-Pharon, the First Company Captain of the Word Bearers, piloted the "False Emperor," which was significantly smaller in size, but this did not prevent these guys from being well-equipped and ready for a special campaign.
Deep within the Word Bearers' ship, in the underground hold, all the astartes on the warship had gathered. This could only mean one thing.
That was the pre-battle mobilization.
astartes liked to gather before battle for direct encouragement from their commanding officer, an action that allowed the astartes to become even more invincible on the battlefield.
Khor-Pharon also went by the nickname Crimson Bishop, so he was naturally quite skilled at inspiring morale.
The bald man walked beneath a headless statue of the Emperor, whose head had been completely shattered, surrounded by burning torches.
Although all the astartes were silent, the tension in the air was palpable, something even the detached Kenmyo could feel.
"What is the greatest shame of us, the Word Bearers?"
Khor-Pharon shouted loudly in the center of the hall, letting out an angry roar with his staff.
"Tell me loudly."
All the astartes below shouted those four words in unison, filled with furious rage.
"City of Perfection."
"Yes, the City of Perfection."
Khor-Pharon nodded in agreement.
"That damned False Emperor actually ignored our efforts and deemed us heretics."
"It was a profound disgrace. We had never suffered such an insult."
"Now, we rebel against the Emperor not for him to tell me that without the efforts of us brothers, you would just be a small landlord confined to Terra."
Khor-Pharon still remembered the image of the Emperor's rage in his mind; that appearance remained vivid.
It was he who abandoned their faith in him and trampled upon their devotion.
He believed they had never betrayed the Imperium. Rather, the Emperor had betrayed them first. The False Emperor was fundamentally unworthy of their faith.
"The Emperor, and those other Chapters, are the objects of our revenge!"
"We are the Word Bearers, and more so, avengers. Let them remember how terrifying it is to trample upon our devotion."
"We must make them pay a price in blood to soothe the wounds we suffered back then."
"Now is the time for revenge."
"We must completely annihilate those Ultramarines who subjected us to such immense humiliation."
Kenmei looked at the bald man passionately speaking below and couldn't help but think:
"Revenge may be slow, but it is sure."
A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.
If he put himself in the shoes of the Word Bearers, Kenmei was sure that he would find it hard not to harbor resentment towards the Ultramarines.
If he possessed the same troop strength as the Word Bearers, he might have declared war on the Ultramarines that very night.
The Emperor was like a father figure, both emotionally and logically, but the Ultramarines were merely his blood brothers.
He absolutely wouldn't show mercy.
Everyone's status was equal. Perhaps I made a mistake, but what you did was truly excessive. Maybe they wouldn't have waited so long to make the Ultramarines pay a heavy price.
Although such an action might have plunged the Word Bearers into an endless abyss, a man lives for his pride.
If they didn't fight for this pride, they might as well be dead.
"Blood for blood! We must make everyone who insulted us back then pay a painful price!"
Khor-Pharon raised the staff in his hand, and surging psychic power erupted from its tip, directly shattering the remaining body of the Emperor's headless statue.
"Annihilate the Ultramarines! Kill the False Emperor!"
This scene brought the atmosphere to a climax. All the Word Bearers, wearing their helmets, seemed to have red light glowing in their eyes, looking utterly terrifying.
"Annihilate the Ultramarines! Kill the False Emperor!"
Everyone continuously chanted this slogan.
Kenmei watched this scene, frowning slightly.
Khor-Pharon, this guy's Psyker level is quite high, far from as simple as he imagined.
If he remembered the recorded history of the Imperium correctly,
The bald man had once defeated a Primarch in a duel with Roboute Guilliman, fighting as a regular Space Marine.
He almost became the first regular astartes Monk to kill a Primarch.
Of course, Kenmei knew that the main reason for this was that Roboute Guilliman was not particularly powerful among the Primarchs.
Perhaps he was slightly stronger than Lorgar Aurelian, the Primarch of the Word Bearers.
The Ultramarines' only advantage over the Word Bearers lay in their sheer numbers, almost five times that of the Word Bearers.
But this sole advantage was about to be reduced to ashes under the enemy's gunfire.
The Ultramarines had no idea from the start that the Word Bearers were not coming to help them, but to annihilate them.
This resulted in their ambush being highly successful, thanks in part to Roboute Guilliman.
When Roboute Guilliman carried out the Emperor's command back then, he was also quite anxious, knowing that he might forge an indelible rift with the Word Bearers, and thus carried guilt until now.
"Zzzt."
Sudden ripples appeared in the endless black cosmos, and countless warships leaped out of the Warp.
These were the Word Bearers' warships, and they were all in the stage of having their weapons armed.
Almost the instant the Word Bearers appeared, the Ultramarines detected their signal.
Roboute Guilliman also knew almost simultaneously that the brother Chapter he had long awaited had finally arrived.
"Under no circumstances should we initiate conflict with the Word Bearers."
The leader repeated the order he had previously given. Although the Ultramarines were deeply uneasy, they chose to trust their father's judgment.
Roboute Guilliman, too, looked at the warships that had suddenly appeared in the night sky, constantly reassuring himself in his heart.
Just then, he suddenly felt the sound of a telephone ringing near his ear.
Roboute Guilliman knew
This was the effect of some kind of psychic communication.
On the other end of the line was Kenmyo. The Psychic Spells he used were created by the Magic Pony of his mentor's Thousand Sons Legion.
Generally speaking, this was a secret technique for communication between Primarchs, a specialized technique that should be absolutely impossible for outsiders to master.
Moreover, the person calling seemed to want to say a few words to him.
"Hello. Is this Papa Smurf, the Papa Smurf?"
"I'm the mole. Stop the transaction."
"Immediately open fire on the Word Bearers."
"If you don't attack them, they are going to attack you."
Just as Roboute Guilliman was about to say something, a dazzling spark erupted in space.
"Report! *Voss* has been sunk."