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Chapter 793 - 793: 792
Buzz.After Eden sensed the Lion's aura, he immediately projected a psychic beacon toward his brother.
He used it to help the Lion lock onto this star system that had fallen into chaos.
He believed that with the Lion's grasp of the nature of the Immaterium, he would definitely be able to catch the beacon and arrive in this region.
Sure enough, after the psychic beacon was projected, the void before Eden rippled.
A phantom forest appeared before his eyes. Towering trees filled it, and the roars of beasts could faintly be heard within.
That was the forest of Caliban, and also the materialized essence of the authority held by the First Primarch, the Lion.
Through this manifested forest, he could move through the galaxy and the Immaterium, and he could even provide a teleportation passage for other warriors.
A passage that allowed group teleportation was exceptionally valuable in war. At certain times, it could prove even more useful than the Webway.
"Brother, I trust we are not too late?"
The Lion's deep voice came through.
Clad in dark green armor, he stepped from the damp soil of the forest onto the steel wreckage on this side.
"No. You arrived exactly when needed," Eden said, walking over and embracing his brother.
As they spoke, the Khan, Perturabo, young Angron, and many Imperial elites also walked out of the forest one after another.
"Father."
After young Angron saw Eden, he immediately dropped to one knee and saluted his adoptive father.
After this newborn Primarch had emerged from the cultivation pod, he had spent a wonderful childhood at his adoptive father's side and had received affection from many others.
Back then, Eden had often carried the little fellow around everywhere, telling everyone he met that this was his adopted son, a future pillar of the Imperium, and that he had high hopes for him.
When the little fellow had only just learned to walk, Eden had given him a set of custom-made little armor and a little sword as toys. His other uncles had also each given him handmade gifts.
It could be said that he had been greatly cherished.
The Lion and the Khan in particular would come over from time to time to personally teach the little fellow, taking the matter very seriously.
Sometimes they would even sigh with emotion and say that the little fellow had a good fate, unlike them, who had been forced to endure cruel destinies from childhood.
Sometimes Eden seriously suspected those two treated the little fellow so well because they wanted to make up for the childhood they themselves had lost.
After all, given the Emperor's personality, there was a high chance he would have subjected these Primarchs, in whom he placed such great hopes, to high-intensity guidance and training from infancy.
That was also what had made the Primarchs' mother, Erda, unable to keep watching. She had secretly taken the Primarchs out of the laboratory and launched them to every corner of the galaxy.
She had wanted them to escape the Emperor's control and avoid becoming pieces in his grand plan.
No one could judge whether it would have been better for the Primarchs to grow up under the Emperor's education, or to be scattered across the galaxy and grow freely.
But without question, their lives across the galaxy had not been good. After the Emperor found them again, they suffered even more tragic fates.
All one could say was that the Emperor had never been a good father. He had managed to block both ends of the road with a single-minded stubbornness.
At least Eden felt he understood how to care for children better than the Emperor did. He had personally raised quite a few little ones.
For example, the two young ones from the Rogue Trader Gowendi Family, and now little Angron.
Without question, all of them had grown up strong and healthy. They had no psychological defects, nor would they hate him, their adoptive father in name.
Eden patted young Angron on the shoulder.
"Not bad. You've grown quite a bit taller. It probably won't be long before you're taller than me."
This newborn Primarch had grown extremely quickly. He was already a little taller than the Lion and the Khan.
"This is my trophy. I hope you will like it."
Angron was somewhat excited as he offered a gift to the Savior, his adoptive father.
It was a trophy he had obtained not long ago while resisting xenos on the galactic frontier. It had belonged to the first high-ranking xenos lord he had killed by himself.
It carried unique commemorative meaning, so he wished to present it to his adoptive father.
Eden accepted the trophy with both hands and lowered his head to look. He discovered that the roughly spherical object was the living metal mind-core of a Necron Lord.
He nodded, very satisfied.
"My child, this may be the most meaningful gift I have ever received.
"I will use it to decorate my bedroom. I am proud of you."
Eden reached toward his waist, intending to unfasten his sword and bestow it upon this filial adopted son, only for his hand to close on empty air.
Only then did he suddenly realize that his weapons and armor had been lost long ago in the earlier warp storm.
The magnificent robe he wore now was merely something he had created with psychic power.
Eden turned to Angron with an apologetic expression.
"Sorry. After we return, I will give you the gift I prepared."
He had used a portion of powdered Emperor's bones to customize a new weapon for this adopted son.
"Father, I will bring you even more trophies. I will not fail the honor you have bestowed on me."
When Angron saw his adoptive father's approval, his heart filled with even greater pride and emotion.
He hoped he could help his adoptive father even more.
"I know. You can do it."
Seeing his adopted son grow up so well, Eden, this old father, also felt deeply gratified.
He pulled Angron to his feet and gave him a fierce embrace. It was a scene of a loving father and a filial son.
The Lion, the Khan, Perturabo, and the other Primarchs watched this scene. No one knew what they were thinking, but their expressions shifted slightly.
Eden patted Angron hard on the back a few times, then turned to look at the Lion and the other Primarchs, as well as the Imperial elites arriving one after another through the forest of Caliban.
"Everyone, the war is not over. The enemies of Chaos still threaten the Imperium and countless subjects."
His expression became serious.
"Next, I'm afraid we must face a difficult battle.
"We must keep the Chaos army in the Sol System, and we must also keep Horus and those traitors here.
"Not only that, we must face a terrifying Chaos fortress. It will threaten every one of us..."
Eden did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he became even more cautious.
He knew how dangerous the Chaos Gods were, especially now that They had sent an abominable creation from the Immaterium into the Sol System.
It was a terrifying Chaos construct capable of destroying any core nexus, iron fortress, or planet.
If they did not destroy it and keep Horus and the other fallen beings here, this war would not end. Instead, it would spread like a virus to more regions.
Just as Eden finished speaking, the void churned like a tsunami, and darkness rolled toward them.
The profound pressure made the hearts of everyone in this wreckage field feel heavy. Even breathing became difficult.
Everyone looked up and saw an abominable shadow in the void.
A special Chaos fortress sat in the dark depths of space. Its size was so immense.
It was more like a living planet, covered in mechanical creations and constantly belching thick black smoke.
"New Dragonlin."
Perturabo caught some kind of information from the void and spoke.
"There is a living, extremely dangerous abominable machine-construct upon it. Perhaps some kind of inhuman xenos technological artifact.
"It can bring a fatal threat to Holy Terra and the Throne!"
The Lord of Iron's words caused the Lion and the others to abruptly change expression. They felt the matter was even more troublesome.
Anything involving Holy Terra or the Throne was no minor matter, especially when it existed inside a planetary-scale fortress.
"No need to worry. Holy Terra is already safe. It has been sent into the Dawnlight City Webway.
"We can fight to our hearts' content without splitting our attention to defend it."
Eden dispelled everyone's concerns, speaking with considerable confidence.
"What we need to consider is only how to achieve victory.
"And it will not only be us. Even more armies will participate in this war..."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
As he spoke, new points of light erupted continuously within the Sol System, glittering like stars.
Those were the support fleets arriving one after another after the Hope Sun was lit.
"Redemption Thirteenth Fleet has arrived at the designated coordinates."
"Charadon Mechanicus Ark Fleet has arrived in the Sol System in accordance with the Savior's decree. In the name of the Machine-Goddess..."
"This is the First Legion, heirs of Caliban. We have arrived in the Sol System."
"We are allies from Commorragh. The great Asurmen grants you friendly aid."
"Waaagh! Da Ironteeth Empire's here fer a scrap!"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
In an instant, the Sol System, mired in the flames of war, became lively. Countless messages passed through the Imperial communication channels.
Eden looked at this scene and finally felt reassured.
Those were all military forces under his control. As batch after batch of fleets arrived, he gained more confidence in victory.
If the previous war in the Sol System had been a defensive battle, then what the Imperium would carry out next would be an extermination battle.
Among the fleets that had come to support the Sol System this time, there were not only large numbers of Imperial fleets, but also many xenos fleets.
The Ironteeth Ork Empire, the Drukhari of Commorragh, the Bladewing Tyranids, and other fleets had all obeyed Eden's command and come to assist humanity in battle.
In addition, there were also quite a few Chaos fleets that believed in the King of Hell.
The light emitted by these fleets, set against the radiance of the Hope Sun, looked like a sky full of stars.
They filled the Sol System, which had originally been corroded and dimmed, with vitality. They also brought unimaginable pressure upon the Chaos alliance.
...
Not long before.
The void.
The wreckage field of an Imperial fleet.
The flames from the exploding battleships had yet to die out. Frost had formed over the surfaces of many crew members' corpses as they floated through space.
Five battleships, thirteen destroyers, and even more frigates had all been buried in the abyss of Chaos.
This fleet had not even had a chance to fight back before it was completely destroyed by an irresistible force.
"Terra... where is my Terra?!"
Horus stood atop the wreckage, panting heavily, utterly furious.
He and the fallen Primarchs had destroyed the entire Imperial fleet that had attempted to launch an attack, using it to vent their anger.
For high-ranking Chaos beings like them, especially the Dark Emperor, a fleet of this level could not pose any threat at all.
Even if more fleets came, the result would be the same.
The concentration of Chaos energy in the Sol System was enough to grant the fallen Primarchs destructive power.
In Horus's view, low-dimensional products like Imperial warships had no way to deal with them.
They were only coming here to die.
The only ones now qualified to fight them were beings who also possessed higher-dimensional power, such as the Savior and the loyalist Primarchs.
"No! No! No!"
Horus roared, his voice full of grief and rage.
He had longed for revenge for ten thousand years. He had swallowed countless humiliations and paid a tremendous sacrifice before he finally broke through the Savior's Steel Wall.
Yet when Terra was within reach, when the Golden Throne was right before his eyes, they had vanished?
To him, this was a massive blow. It was almost impossible to accept.
Horus and the fallen Primarchs were all numb. They felt as though they had been trapped in a scheme by the Savior.
Who fought a war like this?
The Chaos alliance had risked everything to push the front line to humanity's final throne, only to discover that the throne, along with the entire planet, had been uprooted and carried away.
How shamelessly cunning!
Even the Savior himself could understand Horus and the others.
They had gone 0-20, tilted themselves into a rage, pushed tower after tower until they finally reached the Nexus and saw the hope of victory, only to discover that the enemy Nexus had disappeared and they could no longer select the target.
Of course that would make anyone rage and lose their mind.
"Tell me... where did you hide Terra?!"
Horus grabbed a surviving human commander, wanting to obtain information from him.
However, whether it was a soul-search or psychic sorcery, he could not dig out any useful intelligence.
That commander knew nothing about it. He had no memory related to this matter at all.
"Search. We must find it!"
Horus's hand suddenly clenched. Black flames burned the human commander to nothing, turning him into ash that scattered away.
He did not believe Terra had simply disappeared like this, and he was not willing to accept it.
Perhaps the Savior had only hidden Terra temporarily, concealing it somewhere in deep space or within some region of the Immaterium.
Malcador had used this trick before, hiding Titan, the homeworld of the Grey Knights.
As long as Terra was still in the Sol System or had left behind an anchor point, he had a chance to find it.
And with the authority of the Chaos Gods assisting them, the search would be even faster. They would turn over every region of the entire Sol System.
Whether it was deep space, the mirror domains of the Immaterium, or even a single speck of dust.
However, just as Horus and the fallen Primarchs began moving, they discovered that a giant lightbulb had appeared in the void.
It was the Hope Sun.
After that came countless flickering points of light. Large numbers of Imperial fleets crossed the mist around the Sol System's outer edges and arrived on this battlefield.
"We have lost our advantage."
The light of fleets like distant stars reflected in Horus's pupils, and his voice became increasingly low.
He realized danger was coming. So many fleets would be an enormous blow to the Chaos alliance.
More importantly, the Savior and the loyalist Primarchs had also arrived in this region. That would bring even more threats upon them.
Without question, they were now at an extreme disadvantage in military strength. They had no way to continue staying in the Sol System for long.
"We return to New Dragonlin. Only by relying on it can we continue dealing with the Savior's army."
Horus spoke through gritted teeth. Without that planetary fortress's assistance, they would soon be drowned in cannon fire.
That would consume even more stamina and warp power, while also giving the Savior and the others opportunities to launch surprise attacks.
More importantly, if they ultimately failed to find Terra, they would still have to rely on New Dragonlin to break out of the Sol System and seek new opportunities for war.
Although he, the Dark Emperor, had lost this battle, that did not mean he could not make a comeback.
As long as New Dragonlin still existed, and as long as the Shadowlight artifact still existed, they could still strike the Imperium.
Of course, if they could kill the Savior, the Emperor of the Imperium, during the breakout, that would also be an acceptable result.
Even if he could not destroy the Hope Sun, destroying the other party's physical body and forcing him to roll completely into the Immaterium like the False Emperor would be fine.
Horus thought this with a cold smile. With his current dark authority, once he defeated the Savior, he would be able to make the other party lose the ability to resurrect through clone bodies.
When that time came, the Savior would no longer be human. He would become a Chaos lifeform.
"Grandfather...
"Our New Dragonlin seems to be under attack..."
Mortarion saw something, and his voice trembled slightly.
The Imperial fleet and the Savior were seizing the opportunity to attack New Dragonlin, Chaos's main base in the Sol System.
When Horus and the fallen Primarchs heard this, their expressions changed dramatically.
Not good. The Savior was going to exploit the opening and cut off their rear. How was that bastard so fast?
"We return to reinforce it. We absolutely cannot let that bastard succeed!"
Horus nearly crushed his teeth from clenching them. He and the fallen Primarchs hurried back. They had to stop the Savior.
Not long afterward.
The Eternal Soul's hull crackled with arcs of electricity as it ended a short-range jump and appeared deep within the Steel Wall.
"T-T-Terra... where is Terra?"
Guilliman stood before the observation dome, staring blankly at the void before him. His scalp went numb.
He was so shocked that even his speech became clumsy.
The Lord of Ultramar had desperately rushed here to support Holy Terra, only to arrive and discover that such a massive planet had vanished.
The shock it gave him was immense, almost enough to leave him psychologically scarred.
"Lord Guilliman, Holy Terra's final defense protocol took effect and transferred it into the Dawnlight City Webway."
The Machine-Goddess Webby recovered from the chaotic void and received information from the machine-spirit engines in the relevant regions.
She gave him an answer.
"Holy Terra is now safe. It is no longer threatened by Chaos."
Webby explained the relevant situation to Guilliman.
There was no helping it. This Primarch before her had previously fallen into a region of warp turbulence for too long, so there was a great deal of secret intelligence he did not know.
"I understand."
Guilliman drew a deep breath and eased his emotions.
Although he had not arrived in time for the battle, as long as Holy Terra was safe, that was a good thing.
After that, the Machine-Goddess urgently departed to maintain the communication lines in the relevant regions and repair important nodes.
More importantly, she needed to help the Savior take control of some dark machines.
Guilliman then drew his blade, intending to eliminate the daemons in this region.
However, he discovered that the Chaos daemons had fled. Horus and the other fallen Primarchs were nowhere to be seen.
Even Eden, Dorn, and his other brothers were nowhere to be found.
Where were they?!
(End of Chapter)
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