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One will manage the empire on Terra and prevent forces like the Inquisition from taking advantage of it.
Although the Tyrones formed their own council, it is undeniable that Guilliman and Calgar will play a huge role in the event of an emergency.
"Creed said you could predict the future...is that true?"
They met when Guilliman called Creed, the High Lord of Cadia, to Terra for a knighthood.
The two talked about Tai Lung, and Creed said that Qin Mo could predict the future.
And now Guilliman needs this ability.
"Yes." Qin Mo would have told Guilliman without asking him, "I know the direction of this war. But I have to admit that this war also caught me off guard. In my expectation, when was it supposed to be? It started a century later.”
The Plague War did not start at the beginning of the 42nd Millennium.
Like Ryan's return.
It happened too soon.
Qin Mo has been able to determine that what he did caused a butterfly effect, but this should only affect the sooner or later something happens, not the course of things without active intervention.
Guilliman dragged out all the decisions he had made so far, including those that were absolute military secrets.
Nothing to hide.
Then Guilliman asked, "What will happen next? Do not tell me the course of the war directly, for I fear that if I knew and caused a change in things, our advantage in being able to predict the future would be lost."
This was also Qin Mo's idea, so he talked about a very important thing in the plague war.
"There is a planet named Yax in your five hundred worlds. This planet is designated as a hospital world."
"Soldiers and civilians who contracted diseases during the war were sent here for treatment."
"Then Mortarion set his sights on the planet. He used seven corrupted soldiers to set off a planet-scale plague. The earth turned into flesh and blood, and the houses turned into moving monsters. Then you lost this planet called Yark. Sri Lanka’s hospital world.”
After hearing the prophecy, Guilliman first thought about whether his decision was correct.
Mortarion had a reason for attacking Espandor, and the plague that became more severe afterwards proved this.
If you want to defend Espandor and drive out the enemies in the Eastern Hemisphere, you must ensure the stability of the battle line. It is absolutely correct that Yax, not far from Espandor, is designated as a hospital world.
After thinking about it, Guilliman began to discuss with Qin Mo how to deal with it.
"I know the names of the seven corrupted soldiers. You can bring them out, but Mortarion can find seven more soldiers."
"My suggestion is that if Yax is invaded after I complete the mobilization, I can let my iron man and artificial intelligence named Scholar manage Yax, block Yax with a shadow similar to the Tyranids, and then continue Let artificial intelligence perform the most precise control.”
"And if it is invaded before my mobilization is completed or before Iron Man and the artificial intelligence arrive...then..."
Qin Mo did not continue, because if there was no time, it was certain that Yax would be breached.
Ultimately, Yax was conquered from within by seven corrupted soldiers.
Qin Mo knew the names of those seven soldiers very well, but the problem was that if Guilliman removed those seven soldiers in advance, Mortarion could just find seven more, which would not be difficult.
Even if Guilliman increases his efforts in management and even conducts background checks on the wounded transported to Arax, it will be difficult to prevent Mortarion from using the power of Nurgle to lay "mines" in Arax.
Just like in Cadia, just use a psyker to open the portal.
If the dark gods are willing to take action personally, it will not be difficult. There are always psychics in the five hundred worlds.
"I can only do as you say. As someone who was captured alive by Carlos, I really don't have much experience in dealing with psychic powers." Guilliman nodded helplessly.
After talking about Yax, Guilliman discussed many details about the war.
First it was established that the Tyrone Navy and Army would be there to help.
This pleased Guilliman the most, and even made him happy.
The Tyrone Army uses a lot of teleportation and dimensional technology. If someone is facing them from the front, they don't need to draw a battle line, they can just teleport over and attack.
Secondly, reinforcements also need supplies. The equipment level of the Tyrone Army requires higher-standard supplies, which will greatly increase the pressure on the supply lines.
However, the supplies of the Tyrone Army do not rely on supply lines. Their army transport ships have both transportation and manufacturing capabilities. Coupled with the strong production capacity of the printing equipment, there is no need for transportation at all.
Even the arrival of the Tyrone Army will ease the supply pressure, and it will be easy to print a few rifles for friendly forces.
In addition, Qin Mo also said that the command of some elite troops can be handed over to Guilliman.
Commanding an army that can teleport anywhere and is always in time is a joy for the commander.
Now that the Tyrone sector has joined the war, things like intelligence sharing should also be done.
And Guilliman promised Qin Mo that his soldiers would have a special privilege, that is, regimental commander-level officers could call Space Marines for help.
After discussing the details, it was time for Guilliman to get up and leave and return to the command deck. At this time, Qin Mo told him one more thing.
"There are some Mortarion-made plague machines in the Eastern Hemisphere of Espandor."
"When the machine takes effect, the plague virus will spread throughout the five hundred worlds like a webway, unaffected by astronomical scales."
"This machine was made using an artifact called the Hand of Darkness. I don't know why Mortarion still got the Hand of Darkness now that Abaddon is gone. Anyway, this machine is related to the Hand of Darkness."
The doubts in Guilliman's heart were answered. Although he didn't quite understand the function of the plague machine, he felt that it was something with nodes like a witchcraft ritual, and Espandor was one of the nodes.
My glasses are getting better. I’ll update them four times today.
Chapter 531 Seven Hours Enemy
"Also, about the Primaris Space Marines."
Before the communication ended, Guilliman suddenly remembered something particularly important.
The Primaris Space Marines are no secret by now, but Guilliman has not yet sent the Primaris Space Marines to various Chapters because he can't find any good reason for the time being.
Caul once said one thing, that is, Lord Tyron asked him to help upgrade the Weeper Chapter's Primaris, so Guilliman felt that Qin Mo should know which Chapter needed and was willing to accept the Primaris Space Marines.
Qin Mo has the ability to predict the future.
Guilliman needed his advice.
"My opinion is, communicate more." Qin Mo said, spreading his hands, "Most war groups think that the Primaris Space Marines are colorful ultramarines, so you have to talk to them more and tell them about the defects of the gene seeds and so on. Said otherwise they are unlikely to accept the Primaris Space Marines."
"I think the hardest thing to deal with is the Space Wolves," Guilliman said.
"That's right." Qin Mo couldn't agree more. "Do you know what would happen if you sent Primaris Space Marines to the Space Wolves? You would kneel down to Logan and beg him, but Logan wouldn't It will give you face, and they will even start discussing whether to kill you when they learn that you are going there."
After hearing this, Guilliman laughed at first, thinking it was impossible, but after thinking about it carefully and reasoning step by step, he felt that he could really do what Qin Mo said.
The Primarch knelt down to Logan.
This may seem unbelievable, but Guilliman felt that if forced to do so, he would have to kneel down.
Otherwise, why don't the Primaris Space Wolves created by Caul just go and stay?
"The heirs of Russ really don't give me face." Guilliman sighed, feeling helpless.
Qin Mo curled his lips, not surprised.
The differences between Space Marines are not differences in culture or tradition, but differences in the genetics of the species.
For Space Marines, warriors sent by a seemingly ambitious Primarch are very untrustworthy. In their eyes, Primaris Dark Angels Primaris Space Wolves this and that are all nonsense, colorful extremes Just a warrior.
"Isn't Ryan on Terra?" Qin Mo suddenly remembered something, "Ask Ryan to send the Primaris Space Marines and let him deal with the most difficult Space Wolves first."
Guilliman shook his head without thinking: "Llane? Forget it. I have enough things to deal with, and I really don't want to deal with the fight between Lion and the Space Wolves."
"Lian has changed." Qin Mo pointed at his head, "Brother Primarch is now very wise. Although he was once just a barbarian pretending to be a civilized person, he is not now."
After hearing this, Guilliman thought about it carefully and felt that it was true.
Ryan has definitely changed now.
But there is another problem. The Dark Angels also need to supplement the Primaris Space Marines. What if Ryan also thinks that the Primaris Dark Angels are blackened Ultramarines?
What if Llane went to the Space Wolves and ended up agreeing with Logan and deciding to oppose the Primaris Space Marines together?
Guilliman expressed this concern to Qin Mo.
"Lian has never been in contact with his heirs?" Qin Mo asked a seemingly irrelevant question.
"No, he's probably hesitating. Although he doesn't seem to care on the surface, I can feel that he is hesitating," Guilliman said.
"Then Ryan should be quite happy to accept Primaris." Qin Mo said thoughtfully.
Guilliman thought for a moment and finally made a decision: "I will contact Lion first and ask him to see his Primaris Space Marines. If he chooses to accept it, let him take the Primaris Space Wolves to solve the most difficult problem. Children of Russ, if you don’t accept it, then I have to find a way to make him accept it, but that must be after this war is over.”
Qin Mo nodded: "I'm still in a hurry, so I'll hang up first."
Communication ends.
Guilliman leaned back on his chair and thought about Qin Mo's matter.
"hehe."
"Ryan is hopeless."
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Espando.
This world that was previously synonymous with tranquility and peace has now become the most intense battlefield.
On the plains covered with putrid mud, five hundred world auxiliary troops prepared to defend against the next wave of enemies in the trenches they dug.
Facts have proved that the five hundred worlds run by Guilliman have always been the backbone of the human empire. Whether it is the combat effectiveness of the mortal army or the logistics supply, the five hundred worlds are the best after Talon.
The individual protective equipment produced in the industrial world is distributed to every soldier. The Four Heroes and Space Marine managers would rather withdraw the troops who do not have complete protective equipment supplies than let mortal soldiers breathe the stinking air. Fight hard despite the situation.
An infantryman named Valens stayed in a trench at the front of the entire position.
He and his good brother sat in a pile of mud mixed with excrement, took out food sealed in an iron box, and inserted a straw from the gas mask into the iron box.
Then after the cleverly designed straw is inserted into the iron box, the sealing structure in the straw automatically opens, so that the soldiers can suck the food inside.
"Valens, what are you licking?"
The soldier named Burroughs was holding the iron box, and his eyes under the lens of the mask cast a puzzled look at his best brother.
Burroughs saw that under Valens' mask, a tongue would appear from behind the eye lenses from time to time, as if he was licking something vigorously.
"I was looking for a straw." Valens continued to search with his tongue. Fortunately, he found it, rolled the straw with his tongue and put it into his mouth. "The shell in the middle of the night blew the straw in my mask out of shape."
Burroughs sighed helplessly, leaned against the metal plate next to Valens, and continued to suck the food from the iron box.
"eat quickly!"