40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 374 103. The Burning of Five Hundred Worlds ([-])
  Tarasha Euton put down a stack of papers and rubbed her sore wrist.

Working at a desk for a long time is not a good thing for an old person. It is not even a part of life experience. Fortunately, she is used to fighting her arthritis, just like she is used to having to raise her head and talk to Asta. Specially speaking to the Primarch.

Interestingly, Robert Guilliman was already taller than an adult in his first years of growth, so her conversational habit of looking up was developed from that time on, as were her joints inflammation.

This damn chronic disease hurts whenever it rains, and it hurts when she works at a desk for long periods of time. She can even find it difficult to sleep on a soft bed.
  She picked up her cane and stood up with difficulty. Just this movement made her waist and knees protest together, and the pain and weakness that surged up made her really sad - will I be in a wheelchair in a few years?
  She pushed the question away firmly.

She started walking, striding straight towards a long tactical table surrounded by documents. The two Iron Warriors noticed her, but neither tried to stop her. One of them even shouted in advance to clear a way for her.

"Thank you, Lord Frix." As he passed by him, Euton thanked him politely, and the latter nodded slightly unnaturally.

As the footsteps approached, Perturabo finally raised his head from behind the long table and glanced at her. Three days of non-stop work is certainly nothing for a Primarch. Judging from his expression alone, he is not tired.

"What's the matter?" he asked, staring at Yudun.

"I am here to ask a question, Lord Perturabo."

"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't waste our time with each other with honorifics and roundabout greetings." Perturabo frowned, and there were two thick documents hanging comically on his shoulder armor.

They both have the Ultramarines mark personally stamped by Robert Guilliman in the upper right corner - they may seem absurd, but these two documents actually have legal effects.

They were a plan set up by Roboute Guilliman for possible emergencies that would give certain people equal powers to himself at certain times.
  Of course, the Lord of Steel actually has no need to hang them on his right shoulder armor, but who dares to ask him the reason for doing so?
  "Is it really necessary to transform the Crown of Hera so thoroughly?" After hearing his words, Yodon simply got to the point. Her brows were frowning no less than Perturabo's.

"It's already a well-defended fortress and I don't see the need to transform it in such a drastic way."

"You can't tell because you haven't seen Horus with your own eyes." Perturabo lowered his head and issued several orders to the Iron Warriors he deployed outside the city.

His fingers slid and clicked on the holographic projection, constantly switching the viewing angles of the construction drawings at a dizzying speed. It was even difficult for Yudun to see his expression clearly through the changing light curtain.

"I know he's betrayed," she said, feeling a deep hatred for the word.

"No, more than that." Perturabo stared at the holographic projection in front of him intently, and took a while to answer Yuden's words.

"What he did was not just betrayal. Generally speaking, rebels just seek power. But he is different. As long as you meet him, you will understand that what he wants is no longer power. Furthermore, he The war that has been launched in the galaxy cannot be summed up by just two words: betrayal."

He paused, and finally waved his finger to sink the holographic projection.

"It's a rebellion," he told Euton. "The number of his ships, his confidence, and the presence of the Word Bearers as his accomplices all indicate one thing. Horus Luperkar was among many who rebelled against the Imperium."

"This means that there are probably countless planets outside of us that have fallen into flames." Perturabo declared ruthlessly. "This means that the flames of war have come to all parts of the galaxy. In fact, considering how ignorant most people are about this matter, I would prefer to use natural disaster to describe what he did."

Yodon's body swayed, and she still couldn't bear the terror thrown by Perturabo for a while.

"So we must be fully prepared." Perturabo ignored her shock and continued on his own. "The place that needs to be transformed is not just the Crown of Hera, I will also bring more changes."

"For example, the reporting time of your orbital weapons outpost. Reporting every ten minutes is too lazy. I want to make the servo engineers busy. Starting from today, their reporting time will be shortened to every two minutes."

"Doing this will greatly increase the redundant data, but it doesn't matter, because I will also add more cogitator arrays and deploy them inside each ground weapon platform. This can effectively shorten the distance required for signal transmission."

"Then there are the ancient monuments that you Macragge people are proud of -" He paused for a moment, giving Yuden time to digest, and saw the change in her expression with satisfaction.

He won't admit it, but he does feel a little happy now. He would attribute his current mood to the fact that his building instincts came in handy again, but he would not admit the real reason.

"——What are you going to do to them? For the sake of the throne, they are just some bricks and mud." The housekeeper tried to resist, but asked helplessly.

"Do nothing, because, as you said, they are just bricks and mud," said Perturabo. "These things are not even valuable for reinforcement and use as a bunker, but I want to issue a recruitment order to your society." Yodon sighed and began to prepare to remember what he was going to say next.

"Recruiting artists, historians, architects, craftsmen and a large number of experienced workers. I need them to make changes to these historic sites so that they look ancient and can be used as some modern buildings. But also It doesn’t have to go too deep, it just needs to look presentable on the outside.”

".Sorry, there may be something wrong with my hearing. What did you say you were going to do?"

"Then I'll plant bombs inside them," Perturabo said to himself.

"You're crazy." Euton was silent for a while, then hit the ground heavily with her cane, starting her fifth quarrel with Perturabo today. His voice was fierce and he didn't give in.

Frix sighed and took Dantioch with him to the other side. They walked around behind the two pillars and exchanged their frustrations with the two Ultramarines Chang Shengjun who were responsible for Yudun's personal safety.

To be honest, they didn't know how many more times this would happen.

"I don't see the need to waste so much manpower and material resources on adding bombs on the eve of war! If you just need some bait, why not use those ready-made buildings?!"

"No." The Lord of Steel retorted patiently and even walked out of the long table. "The plan I made is based on my knowledge of the Word Bearers. They were like this in the past, especially like to raid local landmarks."

"So? They have now degenerated into beasts!" Yudun said loudly, almost sounding like a roar.

"Listen to me. They usually do this after the peace talks break down, and I also understand that for them now, peace talks may have become a tradition of the past. But let's assume a scenario."

He looked at Yuden and didn't speak again until the latter calmed down. Fricks, who was behind the colonnade, withdrew his gaze and shook his head at a victorious soldier: "I have never seen him so patient."

The Chang Shengjun patted his shoulder sympathetically and replied in a low voice: "We have never seen Ms. Youton roaring like this."

"What's the scene?" the housekeeper asked, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Faced with her question, Perturabo did not get to the point immediately. Instead, he opened his mouth to warn Yodon.

"You'd better calm down. I don't want to see you in the hospital. Our work efficiency will be lost by at least [-]% because of your absence. Have some sense of responsibility, Robert Guilliman's housekeeper."

"In short, let us assume that they managed to paralyze the orbital weapon defense platform, ground weapon launch platform and star port before the war began, and then used some means to involve the patrolling battleship group, and successfully removed the drop pod or other things Dropped into Macragge's atmosphere."

"Do you think, under these circumstances, this group of traitors will continue their past bloody tradition and launch a raid on Macragge's landmarks?"

"Let me add two additional conditions. I believe you have not forgotten what Robert Guilliman once did to the Word Bearers' perfect city."

"No matter the reason, your lord led his legions to destroy the 'perfect city' that the Word Bearers had worked hard to build for many years. So, do you think they would let go of such a 'perfect' opportunity to come back for revenge?" ?”

"But how could they do it?" Yodon asked in disbelief. "Unless it's a miracle, how could they do what you said? With all due respect, sir, your words simply sound like -"

"——The nonsense of a madman?"

Perturabo uttered these words nonchalantly, nodded calmly, and returned to the back of the long table.

"Yes, unless a miracle comes. And there happens to be a god standing behind them, a false god, an evil god, an evil god - I don't care, it is still a god." He said lightly. "And that's the second proviso."

"First, they will come back with revenge at all costs and make you suffer. Second, there is an evil god behind them." The Lord of Steel said.

　The update is complete, just one chapter today, take your time, there will be more updates tomorrow.

　　By the way, many readers should have noticed the issue of the number of chapters.
  　　Yes, it’s me with a pig nose. I thought 90 was followed by 100. This must be the influence of Tzeentch. To change the chapter name, you need to find an editor, which is very troublesome. I suggest that we treat it as if nothing happened ()
  　　
  　
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