The Triarch Council is the highest governing body of the necrons.
The Triarch Council existed even when the necrons still possessed flesh and blood bodies, and were known as the necrontyr.
The Triarch Council is typically composed of the Phaeron of the three strongest necrontyr dynasties.
The most esteemed position is that of the Silent King, also known as the Lord of the necrons.
The Silent King does not speak, but his will is conveyed through the two Phaeron by his side.
Due to the necrontyr homeworld being enveloped by high-energy radiation from their star,
Their flesh and blood genes were cursed.
It was precisely for this reason that the necrontyr had very short lifespans.
Even with advanced technology, it was difficult to prolong their lives.
Even Pherrion with immense power were short-lived.
Due to their short lives, several Pherrion historically ascended to the position of Silent King.
Until the War in Heaven erupted.
The Silent King - Szarekh became the Silent King.
He formed a partnership with the C'tan, transforming the necrontyr into necrons, shedding the curse of flesh and blood, gaining so-called eternal life, and becoming the last Silent King.
However, all of this came at a price.
The necrontyr lost their souls and flesh and blood bodies, becoming cold data ghosts dwelling in metal bodies.
With the help of the C'tan, the War in Heaven ended with the extinction of the Old Ones.
Afterward, the Silent King - Szarekh led his converted people to shatter the C'tan who had deceived them.
The C'tan were broken into countless fragments, scattered throughout the galaxy, and imprisoned and enslaved by various necron dynasties.
After everything concluded, Szarekh abandoned the struggle for galactic supremacy with the Aeldari, ordered his people into stasis, relinquished control of the necrons' master control protocols, and left the galaxy.
The rule of the Triarch Council also came to an end here.
The master control protocols had been destroyed, and the necrons gained their freedom.
After tens of millions of years of slumber, the necrons' reverence for the Triarch Council had long since vanished.
Even now that the Silent King - Szarekh has returned to the galaxy,
Many awakened dynasties are unwilling to submit to the rule of the Triarch Council again.
Powerful Pherrion like the Stormlord all desire to become the supreme ruler of the necrons.
The power struggles and chaos between dynasties have rendered the current Triarch Council a council in name only.
This means the Sarkon Dynasty cannot find a legitimate means to punish the Sautekh Dynasty.
Furthermore, they do not know if the Sarkon Dynasty has truly colluded with humanity.
"The human Expeditionary Fleet is unstoppable; they have ruthlessly destroyed the ork Empire in the same star sector, and now, they are pointing the spearhead of war at us."
A high-ranking general of the Sautekh Dynasty said, looking at the scrolling images before him, "If the Sarkon Dynasty allies with humanity, there is no possibility of us winning this war."
Imothek sat on his throne, silent.
His metallic fingers tapped on the armrest of the throne, making a crisp clicking sound.
The data core within his metallic skull was spinning at high speed, even feeling slightly warm.
Quickly analyzing the current battlefield situation.
He wanted to find a way to protect the dynasty under the relentless human offensive.
"Where is their fleet now?" another high-ranking necron general asked.
"They have already bypassed our outer defenses; the nearest fleet is only twenty days' journey from the Crownworld, and if the aetheric currents formed by the warp are favorable to them, this time will be shortened further."
The High Cryptek extended a metallic finger and clicked several times on the scrolling image.
He played the images transmitted from the outposts.
In the footage, they could clearly see humans in power armor fighting amidst the insane tide of necrons, harvesting the dynasty's soldiers like cutting grass.
"These Space Marines have been enhanced; their combat power is even stronger than before." The Cryptek presented the analyzed data results to everyone. "Ordinary soldiers are no longer their match."
"It is by relying on these warriors that they easily blew up our outposts and destroyed the resurrection protocol modules. Perhaps only the Phaeron's Lychguard can contend with them one-on-one."
The gazes of many high-ranking necron officials were heavy, all staring at the scrolling images, feeling a slight sadness in their hearts.
Humans, whom they had always regarded as a barbaric race, were now posing such a terrifying threat to them.
During the necron conversion, the higher the status of the necrontyr, the more complex the metallic body they received, and the more memories and consciousness they could retain.
Lower-ranking necrontyr were not much different from robots.
They had no emotions or intelligence, and would only obey orders.
The Phaeron's close combat guard were of high status and retained most of their consciousness and memories.
The materials and processing modules used for their bodies were top-notch, which also made their combat power far stronger than ordinary soldiers, to the point of being completely on a different level.
However, the number of Lychguard members was extremely small.
Yet there were so many Space Marines.
In terms of close combat strength, a reversal had already occurred between humans and necrons.
They were already weaker than humans.
This was a fatal matter.
Humans could still reproduce, while for the necrons, one less meant one less.
With this ebb and flow, having lost the technological advantage, the extinction of the necrons by humanity was only a matter of time.
"Perhaps we should seek help from other dynasties; humanity's ambition is by no means limited to the Sautekh Dynasty." A high-ranking general said, "When the Sautekh Dynasty is destroyed, they will inevitably turn their war fires towards other dynasties."
"Those fellows from the Sarkon Dynasty must have damaged their brains during slumber; how dare they ally with humanity?"
"They will pay the price for this."
Many high-ranking dynasty officials participating in the meeting cursed the Sautekh Dynasty with indignation.
But Imothek stopped them again and made the final decision.
Given the fierce momentum of the human Expeditionary Fleet, he decided to seek aid from a powerful dynasty.
That was the Novokh Dynasty located on the edge of the Ultima Segmentum.
The Novokh Dynasty is currently controlled by the necron Overlord, the Crimson King.
This dynasty is exceptionally powerful; it participated in the war against the C'tan and shattered a C'tan named the Crimson God, enslaving the shard of this C'tan.
The Crimson King is also ambitious, and he also wants to compete for the position of supreme ruler of the necrons.
These years, he has been conducting wars of conquest externally.
Several powerful dynasties have already submitted to the command of the Crimson King.
Because their territories have not yet bordered each other, the Sautekh Dynasty has not yet been attacked.
Seeking aid comes at a great cost.
The Sautekh Dynasty is very likely to become a vassal as a result.
But now there is no other choice.
If they do not become a vassal, they will be completely destroyed by humanity.
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The Macragge's Glory.
As Guilliman's flagship, this massive warship naturally followed the fleet into the battlefield.
A usable colossus followed closely behind Guilliman's main fleet, constantly making warp jumps, approaching the Sautekh Dynasty's Crownworld.
But today, the Macragge's Glory welcomed a special guest.
The Sarkon Phaeron, Vyzkhak, personally visited the human Regent's flagship to discuss the possibility of an alliance between the two forces.
The human offensive against the Sautekh Dynasty also caused Vyzkhak a hint of unease.
The Sarkon Dynasty is a sworn enemy of the Sautekh Dynasty.
Imothek has been trying to make the Sarkon Dynasty submit for years.
The two sides have engaged in multiple wars.
Now, with the Sautekh Dynasty being attacked by humans, the Sarkon Dynasty is temporarily in a dilemma.
Should they abide by the old agreement and assist the Sautekh Dynasty in repelling the humans?
Or should they turn a blind eye and watch as humans destroy the dynasty?
Choosing the former feels like offering a warm face to a cold backside, an awkward feeling of being hit but still having to help the one who hit you.
If they repel the humans, they might still be annexed by the dynasty.
Choosing the latter, many high-ranking necron officials of the Sarkon Dynasty are also worried that after humanity destroys the Sautekh Dynasty, they will turn around and continue attacking them.
Out of necessity,
Vyzkhak could only attempt to communicate with humanity.
Unexpectedly, the response was quick.
The Lord of Ultramar - Guilliman readily invited Vyzkhak to the Macragge's Glory to discuss matters between the two races.
The meeting location was chosen in a neutral star system.
After confirming the meeting, Guilliman had the fleet wait for a few days.
Waiting for the Sarkon Dynasty's envoy.
Accompanied by flashes of light,
Over a dozen necron vessels appeared before the imposing Imperial Expeditionary Fleet.
Vyzkhak sat in his flagship, personally coming to negotiate with Guilliman.
A Scythe-class Harvest Cruiser.
The front resembles a crescent moon, followed by a long platform, on which sits a small pyramid structure as the main body.
The strength of necron dynasties also varies.
Powerful dynasties possess Tomb Ships, Cairn-class Tomb Ships, etc., powerful vessels.
Weaker dynasties generally have Scythe-class, Dirge-class, and similar vessels.
The numerous vessels of the Imperial fleet hovered in the void.
Their scale was so vast that even Vyzkhak felt a tremor of fear.
Such a large number of war engines could easily destroy the Sautekh Dynasty.
Especially upon seeing that massive vessel, over a thousand kilometers in diameter, with a rough and brutal appearance covered in massive cannons, Vyzkhak felt even more uneasy in his heart.
Within his skull's logic processing module, a rare hint of fear emerged.
Humans actually possess such terrifying military strength.
Even the Sarkon Dynasty and Sautekh Dynasty combined might not be able to withstand the Empire's offensive.
The high-ranking officials of the Sarkon Dynasty who had arrived with the Phaeron also wore solemn expressions.
The strength of humanity was even more terrifying than they had imagined.
With such military might, no one could oppose them, except for those powerful dynasties.
On the deck of the Might of Macragge, Guilliman was already waiting.
When he proposed meeting with the Phaeron of the Sarkon Dynasty, the high command of the expeditionary fleet erupted into arguments.
The radicals believed that no compromise could be made with any xenos, and that the Empire's fleet should be used to utterly destroy those damned beasts.
They wanted to smash all xenos architecture and civilization, making them disappear completely from the galaxy.
Another faction argued that humanity was at its most perilous moment, and that the right path was to quell the chaos caused by xenos and daemons as quickly as possible.
Any means used in this process were forgivable.
If the expedition could advance even one minute faster, the Imperium could escape this abyss of suffering one minute sooner.
Innumerable lives would be saved as a result.
Even cooperating with xenos now, once humanity recovered, they could turn around and eliminate them.
That way, the greatest results could be achieved with the smallest cost, so why not?
Thanks to the two campaigns of reclaiming Ultramar and annihilating the ork Empire in the Charadon Sector,
Especially when he slew the Ork Warboss, his god-like presence further enhanced his prestige.
Everyone already tacitly agreed that Guilliman was the savior of humanity, the hope of the Empire, and the future of mankind.
Leveraging his prestige, Guilliman quelled the conflict between the two factions and facilitated his meeting with Vyzkhak.
All xenos were damned.
The problem was that the Imperium's predicament was currently too dire.
There was no need to push neutral factions that were not yet enemies to the opposing side.
The vanguard fleet of the tyranids was already close to the Vitoria system.
The longer they were delayed by the necrons, the greater Calgar's pressure would become.
A trivial promise could reduce resistance, so why be stingy?
A promise without the backing of force was like toilet paper, ready to be discarded at any moment.
The welcoming ceremony was grand, with Guilliman clad in his most solemn and imposing blue power armor.
His breastplate was adorned with the lightning bolts and spread-winged eagle representing the Emperor.
Every primaris space marine could feel the powerful authority radiating from Guilliman.
Beside Guilliman were Phicris and the Honour Guard.
Also present was Fabricator-General Kren, his mechanical body crafted from gold and steel.
Behind Guilliman stood a formation of over five hundred heroic primaris space marines.
Each wore heavy Terminator armor, their towering steel bodies exuding a terrifying oppressive aura that made mortals tremble.
This display showcased the formidable military might of the Human Expeditionary Fleet.
These mighty primaris space marines were invincible; any force attempting to threaten humanity would be utterly destroyed under their iron fists.
The necron fighter landed on the deck.
Accompanied by a depressurizing hiss, it slowly opened.
More than thirty members of the Phaeron's guard, mostly pale white with gold trim, stepped out.
They held phase swords emitting a green glow, and their green eyes radiated a cold, mechanical aura.
On these beings, not a trace of life could be found.
They had been utterly cursed, echoes of an ancient civilization wandering among the stars.
Vyzkhak, staff in hand, emerged surrounded by numerous necron high-ranking officials.
His body was taller and more intricate, and the inlaid gold patterns were more complex than those of the guard soldiers.
Phicris and the others suppressed the urge to draw their swords, standing beside the Primarch, watching the necrons enter the Might of Macragge.
Even if they drew their swords, they would only disrupt the Primarch's plan.
They had no way to completely kill Vyzkhak.
Vyzkhak and the necron high command all possessed Resurrection Protocols.
As long as their tomb worlds were not destroyed, they could use the Resurrection Protocols to revive in the furnaces within their pyramids.
Simply killing them was meaningless.
Vyzkhak, constructed entirely of metal and holding a staff composed of intertwined gold and silver patterns, walked up to Guilliman.
"It is a great honor. I presume you are the highest ruler of the Imperium, Guilliman?"
"The highest ruler of the Empire is only the Emperor; I merely act on his behalf to exercise these powers," Guilliman replied. "Welcome."
Guilliman's demeanor was well-controlled, making Vyzkhak feel respected.
"I come in peace," Vyzkhak said. "Seeking peace with humanity."
Phicris looked at the necron overlord, his words making him want to scoff.
Necrons talking about peace with humans!
These beings had always been arrogant.
Many times, they didn't even regard humans, being arrogant and conceited, seeing themselves as the masters of the galaxy.
They contemptuously referred to humans as apes.
Now, they were actually softening their stance before Lord Guilliman, using words like 'peace'.
If this were to get out, it would surely shock the fools on Terra.
The necrons they feared had to bow before the Primarch.
Of course, it might also invite the wrath and condemnation of the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy.
In their view, Guilliman's open reception of a xenos civilization's leader was undoubtedly a serious provocation to the Emperor's authority.
Such heretical behavior deserved to be tied to the stake and burned.
Phicris naturally did not agree with those absurd objectors.
Lord Guilliman did these things to protect the world of humanity.
The ultimate goal was to ensure the survival of human civilization in the dark universe, preventing it from being completely consumed by the Chaos Gods.
Loyalty to the Human Emperor should not outweigh the survival of human civilization.
"We all hope for peace," Guilliman said with a smile. "But sometimes we are forced to resort to force; only then can we protect our way of life."
"That is true," Vyzkhak said. "I wish to know why you are determined to attack the Sautekh Dynasty?"
"They invaded us; this is merely retaliation," Guilliman said.
"Really? You will only keep the war contained at the level of retaliation?" Vyzkhak asked, hinting at something.
"For now, yes. Of course, we will not attack allies," Guilliman replied with a smile. "You wish to know if the Imperium will attack the Sarkon Dynasty. I must say I am unable to answer definitively; the answer to that question depends solely on you. As long as you do not harm human interests, I will never rashly sacrifice the lives of those soldiers."
"We have never attacked you," Vyzkhak said.
"Only not yet; who knows what the future holds!"
"I can give you my word."
"A mere verbal promise is ineffective; you and I both know that," Guilliman said.
"Then what do you want?" Vyzkhak asked, looking at the human before him.
"Only shared interests can signify that we are on the same side. I need the Sarkon Dynasty to provide me with information about other dynasties. Your species' forces are too dispersed, and many factions are hostile to humanity. I must prioritize ensuring human interests. Only then can we have a foundation for cooperation."
"You want me to betray my own kind?"
"This is the foundation of peace. Only by being on the same side can we be called allies, isn't that right? Besides, I am merely retaliating against those factions that have harmed humanity."
"Then what do I get?" Vyzkhak asked.
Guilliman looked at Vyzkhak and said, "I will promise that as long as the Sarkon Dynasty, as an ally, does not infringe upon human interests, the Imperium will never attack the Sarkon Dynasty."
"I am willing to forge a peace treaty, but asking me to betray other dynasties is very difficult," Vyzkhak said.
"It is not betrayal, but to protect the peace between our two races. If you constantly attack humanity, then what peace is there to speak of?"
"Those factions do not represent the Sarkon Dynasty," Vyzkhak said.
"In that case, what use is a peace treaty? You cannot represent your species, and you are unwilling to make sacrifices. When other Imperial forces attack, they will say that the treaty was signed only with me, not with them, so they are not bound by it."
"In that case, does the peace treaty still have meaning? You must make a choice: persist for the overlords who want to annex the Sarkon Dynasty, or choose to compromise."
Guilliman looked at Vyzkhak and spoke.
Vyzkhak gazed at Guilliman, his eerie green twin pupils scrutinizing the lord Primarch.
"If you are unwilling to ally, will you consider the Sarkon Dynasty your next enemy?"
"That depends on you. The Imperium of Man needs to assess the risks you bring. If there is danger, you will inevitably be purged."
Guilliman smiled, but his words sent chills down one's spine.
The threat was palpable.
Either cooperate with humanity, or be purged by humanity.
"Are you truly so confident you can destroy the Sarkon Dynasty? Other powerful dynasties will not sit idly by while humanity wages war on the necrons. Your actions will only bring terrible calamity upon humanity."
Vyzkhak had lived for countless years; how could he be persuaded by just a few words?
He assessed Guilliman's words, carefully considering his own for the negotiation.
Even now, internal strife is constant among the various dynasties.
But if the Imperium of Man pushes too hard, they will also unite to oppose humanity.
Then, neither side will benefit.
Hearing Vyzkhak's words, Guilliman revealed a smile and extended his hand.
Beside him, Fabricator-General Kren respectfully bowed and used binary language to order a nearby tech-priest to display some footage.
Beams of light projected from devices throughout the deck, forming holographic projections that enveloped the entire deck.
The footage being played was precisely the recording of the Imperium attacking the ork core stellar region, the stronghold of the Arsonists, the Charadon system.
A huge colossus was deployed into the battlefield. A massive star-destroying beam swept across the dark and cold void, utterly destroying the celestial-scale battle moon.
This scene greatly shocked Vyzkhak and many necron high officials.
The logic modules within their skulls operated at high speed, faintly heating up, as coolant was continuously released to assist in cooling.
Before entering Macragge's Glory, they had already witnessed that massive warship.
Possessing a diameter of over a thousand kilometers, it was immensely vast.
Innumerable massive cannons stood upon the fortress-like structure, which resembled winding mountains.
Among them, what was most heart-stopping were three metal spires, etched with innumerable extremely intricate electromagnetic patterns, giving off a very ominous feeling.
"You possess such weapons, and we possess them too. This does not threaten us. Our history of existence is already very long. With just your current methods, do not fantasize about being able to contend with us."
"Perhaps in terms of population numbers, you have already surpassed many dynasties, but our technology is beyond your imagination."
Vyzkhak feigned composure, without the slightest trace of fear.
"This is just one of them," Guilliman said with a smile. "There is another being repaired, and after a few months, more giant warships will be deployed into the battlefield. Those warships will be sturdier, more powerful, and have fiercer firepower.
As technology matures, the time required for such massive creations will also become shorter and shorter. Then, the Imperium of Man can continuously build these behemoths. How many dynasties do you think can withstand such a terrifying offensive?"
"Such massive metal behemoths will inevitably require vast amounts of resources. Your kind of militaristic extravagance will only lead humanity towards doom," Vyzkhak said. "By then, the necrons will not yet have failed, but humanity will instead be dragged down by its own ambition."
"This is precisely the second advantage I wanted to tell you about. The cost of these giant warships is sufficiently cheap, and their components can be recycled. After the technology matures, the process and cost can be further compressed."
Guilliman looked at the Sarkon Phaeron before him, revealing a hint of mockery.
"Its overall structure is forged from specially tempered alloys, with other areas supplemented by marble or other casting materials. You can even view it as a mobile space station. Its performance might not compare to your giant creations, but when it comes to production speed, humanity has long surpassed you.
You can continue to choose to fight for those overlords, but do not forget. Even if you defeat humanity, you would still have to continue serving those powerful dynasties. But by cooperating with me, you will have the opportunity to become the supreme leader ruling the necrons.
Exterminating you is an unprofitable choice for me. Humanity has many enemies: Chaos, the tyranids, and xenos currently harassing the frontiers. The threats they bring are far greater and much more direct than yours."
Vyzkhak looked at the human before him, his eerie green twin pupils flickered uncertainly. "What do you mean by this? Do you want to take my race as your vassals?"
"No, we are allies," Guilliman said. "But I will provide you with certain assistance to ensure you can defeat other dynasties and achieve the unification of the necrons. This way, if you ally with me, the benefits will be much greater.
Think about it. Those overlords... even if your dynasty is destroyed under humanity's offensive, will they have an ounce of pity? You fight to the death for the necron race, but what will be left in the end?
By cooperating with me, you will have the opportunity to unify the necrons and even have the opportunity to find a way to reverse your current physical state and regain your former flesh and blood body."
Vyzkhak and the high officials of the many dynasties looked at each other.
The green twin pupils within their metal eye sockets looked at each other.
That massive Nemesis Colossus was just hovering there.
Choosing to be enemies with humanity, their destruction by the other side would be nothing more than effortless destruction.
Even if the Szerakh Dynasty united, it would only be a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, bringing about their own destruction.
After long deliberation, Vyzkhak and the high officials of the many dynasties finally nodded and agreed to cooperate.
The necrons continue many of the institutions of the necrontyr, with a strict hierarchy where strength is revered.
For the great overlords, the demise of smaller dynasties would not matter at all.
"This is truly a fortunate matter. At this moment, we all represent the beginning of the friendship between our two races," Guilliman said with a smile.
Afterward, the two discussed some matters regarding cooperation.
Vyzkhak would provide Guilliman with the vulnerabilities and source code of the necron defense protocols.
And help him collect the latest movements of the necrons.
After Guilliman destroyed those Crown Worlds, he would hand over the master control protocols to them, so they could control the subjects of those dynasties.
After confirming the cooperation matters, the Sautekh Dynasty would be the best touchstone.
If the protocol code provided by Vyzkhak was correct, then the many defense protocols of the Sautekh Dynasty would be completely useless to the Imperium of Man.
Which is to say, as far as the Imperium of Man was concerned, the Szerakh Dynasty would be completely undefended.
The Sarkon Dynasty only needed to see if Guilliman would give him the master control protocols of the Sautekh Dynasty.
If he was willing, then the alliance and transaction would continue.
If he was unwilling, the talks between the two sides would naturally break down.
Upon obtaining the master control protocols, Vyzkhak would be able to continuously strengthen his own dynasty.
The upcoming Szerakh Dynasty will become the touchstone of the two sides' alliance.
After confirming the cooperation matters.
Vyzkhak also did not stay too long and left directly.
Guilliman watched as the other side's fighter withdrew from the deck of Macragge's Glory.
"Lord, I don't understand," Phicris said. "We clearly possess the power to destroy them, why do you still do this? This will inevitably cause you to face questioning and accusations from Terra."
"Let them say what they will," Guilliman said, looking at Phicris. "Our current task is to solve the problems brought by the Great Rift, reorganize the Imperium, and ensure the citizens of the Imperium are protected from the corruption of xenos and Chaos.
Phicris, always remember one thing: we wield our swords not just for honor, but to protect our people. If honor and protection are at odds, then we can only choose one."
Guilliman turned and strode towards the deck's exit.
Kren and Phicris also followed closely behind.
"The necrons' technology is stronger than ours, and as many dynasties awaken, their strength is also slowly increasing. But time is still on our side. As long as the Imperium is reorganized, we can utilize the resources of 2/3 of the galaxy to destroy all enemies.
Let them use their race's secrets to exchange for their own precarious survival and an illusory dream of unification. Isn't this a worthwhile deal?"
Guilliman looked at Kren who was moving by hovering on an anti-grav platform. "Having obtained their defense protocol code, does the Adeptus Mechanicus have confidence in breaching the necron tomb pyramids?"
"The computing power of the Adeptus Mechanicus is completely incomparable to that of the necrons, but relying on corrupted code and viruses, we can still affect them, and even paralyze them. The problem is the time is very short, estimated at most half an hour before the other side parses the virus' core code and neutralizes it."
"Half an hour is enough," Guilliman finished speaking and looked at Phicris again. "Order all units to accelerate. We need to deal with the Sautekh Dynasty matter as quickly as possible."
"Understood," Phicris said.
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The Vitoria System.
Accompanied by the appearance of warp rifts, beams of dazzling etheric light illuminated the entire dark void.
Calgar's flagship and many warships supporting the Vitoria System jumped out of the warp, entering realspace.
Before waiting for the navigator and communications officer to send standard signals and protocols to the Imperial spaceport in the Vitoria System.
A series of messages flooded into the support fleet's communication channels and database.
By parsing these messages, the supporting Imperial forces quickly realized a terrible rebellion had erupted in the Vitoria System.
The rebellion affected various planets within the system, and also affected space stations, mining platforms, and so on.
Calgar's expression became extremely solemn.
He also had not expected that the tyranids hadn't come, but a rebellion had occurred within the Vitoria System.
As a result, this would have some impact on his plan.
Just as he was suppressing that terrible rage, thinking about how to complete the Primarch's mission under such terrible starting conditions.
A communication request linked into the support fleet's channel.
It was precisely the planetary governor of Vitoria.
They had discovered the Imperial fleet that had jumped into realspace and immediately initiated a communication request with them.
"We have been betrayed, My Lord! Those damned underhive scum have rebelled against the great Primarch and the Emperor!"
The planetary governor cried out, "They have murdered many loyalists of the Imperium, overthrown the statues of the Emperor, and placed blasphemous xenos sculptures!"
"We strongly request that you can quickly suppress those damned bastards and prevent them from further harming the Imperium. Protect us, the loyalists who are loyal to the Emperor, loyal to the Imperium, and loyal to the Primarch."