Chapter 1096: Gorgeous Stone
The wall-clearing plan stopped the Zerg's advance, but it could only hold them back for less than a day.
But, that's enough time for one day.
The Imperial Fists and the Emperor's Children successfully met, and the huge Mountain Town and Eternal Crusade stood in the dark galaxy.
Inside the docking bay of the Eternal Expedition, the air vibrated slightly due to static electricity.
As the airtight door slowly opened, Fulgrim's purple-gold combat boots first came into view, and his heels made a crisp sound as they collided with the adamantine ground.
Rogal Dorn looked up from the tactical holographic table. No emotion could be seen on his granite face, only his amber pupils shrank slightly.
"Brother Dorne, your fleet arrives just in time." Fulgrim's cello-like voice slowly sounded.
A group of Space Marines wearing purple power armor, yellow power armor, and black and white power armor formed neat square formations. The company commander stood at the front of each square holding the company flag high.
Dorn took three steps forward, his steps heavy and powerful like a battering ram. "The swarm must be stopped, Brother Fulgrim."
It is Donne's trademark simple declarative statement, but it carries an unmistakable power.
The two Primarchs stood facing each other. Fulgrim's purple-gold armor was decorated with intricate Baroque patterns, and every curve was full of artistic beauty.
Dorn's bright yellow armor was angular, as if it had been carved directly from a single block of stone.
This sharp contrast made all the Space Marine officers present hold their breath unconsciously.
In the tactical room, the holographic star map slowly rotated between the two of them. Fulgrim tapped the air with his slender fingers, marking the position of the main force of the Hive Fleet: "They form a perfect circular array here. For every loss of a biological ship, two will immediately fill the gap."
"The number of enemies seems to be more than the stars. Do you have any way to break the deadlock, Brother Dorne?" Fulgrim looked at Dorne in front of him with a smile, but the only response he got was Dorne's cold look.
"The fortress guns of the Shanzhen can tear open this array." His fingers passed over a few coordinates, "but we need your fleet to contain the flank."
"No problem, my brother," Fulgrim replied with a smile.
"In addition, Warmaster Horus is leading his fleet to provide support and is expected to arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"But the Zerg may attack in the next second, we must be prepared." Dorn replied coldly.
"So, we can do this..."
The two Primarchs' tactical thinking was as different as their warframe styles, with Fulgrim preferring complex, multi-layered strikes and artistic variations in his plans.
Dorn, on the other hand, insisted on the most direct Iron Torrent tactics, with each step being as precise as the gears of a clock.
But surprisingly, these two styles gradually merged on the holographic sandbox, forming an unprecedented coordinated combat mode.
"My Lord Primarchs." The voice of Captain-General Vitellius of the Custodes was like a finely tuned instrument. "The Emperor has sent me to bring his... greetings and support."
"How many of you are here?" Fulgrim asked curiously.
"1000 people."
"These are enough. We will need them for the next battle."
Dorne nodded. Since his father had entrusted these 1000 Royal Guards to him, Dorne would decide to divide these 1000 Royal Guards into dozens of small teams and then send them to the battlefield where they were most needed.
In the following hours, the efficiency of the coordination between the two legions shocked all mortal officers.
The Imperial Fists' engineering talent was fully demonstrated in the construction of fortifications. They established an array of interlocking turrets in the asteroid belt, each of which was fixed by precise gravitational anchors to form a three-dimensional maze of death.
The Emperor's Children were responsible for designing a complex luring tactic, using elegant fleets to lure the Zerg into a preset killing zone.
At the same time, more support fleets came to support.
Among them are the clone fleet, the star destroyer fleet, the battle robot fleet, the armed merchant ship fleet of the Ronin, etc.
Between strategic meetings, the two Primarchs had a rare private meeting.
On the observatory of the Eternal Crusade, they stood side by side, gazing at the vaguely visible Zerg Hive Fleet in the distance.
"Father actually sent out those golden corns. They don't go out on missions often." Fulgrim was playing with an amethyst wine glass, with not a drop of wine in it being touched.
Dorn's response was as direct as his character: "The Zerg is threatening Terra. Father needs us to stop the Zerg."
"That's all?" Fulgrim turned to look at his brother. "No other considerations?"
The Yellow Primarch never took his eyes off the stars: "The Emperor's thoughts are as deep as his psychic powers. We only need to complete our mission."
"That's really boring, you..."
"The battle is about to begin, Brother Fulgrim, we should go to the command room now, not here." Dorn said as he picked up his weapon and stood up.
And the Zerg fleet in the darkness is getting closer and closer.
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Gravitational detectors at the edge of the galaxy were the first to capture the anomaly.
Fulgrim stood in front of the tactical holographic table, watching the red dots of light representing the Hive Fleet pouring into the star sector like a tide.
The dots of light followed their designated paths perfectly, like blood flowing down a funnel.
“They’ve taken the bait,” Eidolon whispered.
His fingers were already so excited that they unconsciously stroked the hilt of the power sword.
Fulgrim did not immediately respond.
His eyes were fixed on a flickering node on the hologram, which was the preset position of the Imperial Fists' Seventh Defense Cluster.
The purple-gold pupils shrank slightly, capturing every tactical detail.
"Notify Dorn."
Fulgrim finally spoke, his voice like a blade wrapped in silk.
"Keep his pockets ready."
On the bridge of the HMS Mountain, Rog Dorn stood like a sculpture in front of the tactical display screen.
The vanguard of the Zerg Swarm had come into optimal striking range, but the Iron Primarch still waited.
His silence filled the entire bridge with a suffocating feeling of oppression.
"First contact, 30 seconds." The voice of the officer monitoring the sensors was as tight as a bowstring.
Dorn's fingertips tapped the console lightly, with a rhythm as precise as a second hand.
When the count reached zero, his order was concise and powerful: "All weapons activated, fire freely, and wipe out the enemy's vanguard."
In an instant, the Imperial Fists fleet hidden in the nebula was simultaneously unsilenced.
Seventy-two orbital defense platforms emerged from their disguised asteroids, their macro-cannon arrays spewing out torrents of destruction.
The first salvo reduced three hundred Hive Frigates to space dust.
