Upon hearing Alex's command, little Fulgrim paused for a moment before asking again, uncertainly, "I lead troops into the Webway?"
"Is there a problem?" Alex asked.
"Are you sure it's me?" little Fulgrim said. "Aren't you afraid that what happened with the original will repeat itself?"
Alex smiled, "The more you guard against something, the more likely it is to happen."
"What's more, you are you, and Fulgrim is Fulgrim. How can they be confused!"
"You have your own soul and thoughts, and you are an independent individual. To simply treat you as someone else's substitute is extremely unfair to you."
"You can never define someone as guilty before they have committed a crime."
Little Fulgrim looked at Alex, and the face beneath the black helmet showed shock and emotion.
After a long while, he finally spoke.
"I now know why you were chosen by Father."
"Most likely because I'm handsome," Alex said, taking out a small mirror to admire his handsome face.
Little Fulgrim: "..."
Damn it!
He really wanted to take back what he just said.
Senior General Tura, standing nearby, also looked speechless. This Saint and those God Chosen were truly of the same style.
They could always utter shocking outrageous statements or make people feel utterly dismayed the next second.
Alex put away the mirror, returning to his serious demeanor.
"Then are you willing to accept my command and complete this task?"
"I am willing." Little Fulgrim nodded. He would prove his loyalty.
Alex nodded, "Remember, little Fulgrim, you must weigh the pros and cons from a mortal's perspective, and then formulate a plan of action with the mind and power of a Primarch."
"Everything we do has only one ultimate goal: to benefit the Human Empire."
"I understand."
"Go."
After saluting, little Fulgrim turned and left.
"You're taking too big a risk, Saint. You shouldn't let him command the army." After little Fulgrim left, Senior General Tura walked up to Alex and questioned him.
After all, little Fulgrim was a clone of Primarch number three, inheriting most of his memories.
In Senior General Tura's view, even with the Emperor's blessing, he was an unstable ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
"The Emperor trusted Horus so much, yet in the end, didn't the Horus Heresy still happen?"
Alex didn't care about Senior General Tura's doubts. "I only know one thing: never act according to the opponent's rhythm."
"If we get entangled in who will betray and who won't, we will fall right into the gods' trap."
"We can't compare to the gods in terms of scheming, conspiracies, or tricks. They have enough time and energy to cause us trouble."
"Break away from the conventional thinking of fighting the gods in the past; don't worry about the gains and losses of a single city or territory."
"What we need to do is continuously strengthen the Human Empire, develop various powerful technologies, and gain the power to confront the gods' minions, or even crush them, on both the physical and Warp levels."
"Such profound insight impresses me." Trazyn the Infinite interjected, "As expected of the Saint, his vision is grand."
"Xeno." Senior General Tura looked at Trazyn the Infinite with hostility.
"Don't look at me like that. I am now the Saint's advisor."
Trazyn the Infinite's tone carried a dark humor. "You should show me some respect."
"Enough, Trazyn the Infinite." Alex spoke before Senior General Tura's face completely darkened, preventing Trazyn the Infinite from continuing to provoke the Custodian Guard commander.
"Let's bring the topic back to the Webway."
"Oh, Saint, do you have any ideas?" Trazyn the Infinite asked.
"Humanity has mastered Star Gate technology, but this technology ultimately relies on the Warp to function," Alex said. "Once the Warp Storm intensifies, the Star Gate will also be affected."
"Over the years, the Spirit Race Empire has relied on the Webway to travel throughout the galaxy, which is enough to prove the Webway's reliability."
"Are you planning to rebuild the Webway?" Trazyn the Infinite guessed Alex's intention.
"Yes." Alex nodded, confirming Trazyn the Infinite's guess. "Besides the need for navigation, rebuilding the Webway has another important significance."
"The main reason the Emperor has always had to sit on the Golden Throne is that someone needs to seal the Webway entrance."
"If we can solve the Webway problem, the Emperor will be able to break free from the Golden Throne and stand up again."
After the Horus Heresy ended, Dorn, following the Emperor's last command, placed him on the Golden Throne.
Many people believed that the Golden Throne extended the Emperor's life.
The truth, however, was quite the opposite.
It was the dying Emperor who sustained the Golden Throne.
Only in this way could the Warp be suppressed and Reality prevented from falling.
Although it was unknown what the Emperor would become after standing up,
If he continued to sit, a disaster would eventually erupt. The sooner it was resolved, the higher the probability that humanity and the Emperor could achieve a stable outcome.
"Make the Emperor stand up?"
"Is that really possible?"
Senior General Tura's eyes widened, his voice agitated, showing a rare loss of composure.
But he couldn't be blamed for this.
The information in Alex's words was too immense.
Making the Emperor stand up—this was something unimaginable before!
"Theoretically, it is possible," Alex said. "The Emperor doesn't need to guard the Webway, so he naturally won't need to sit on the Golden Throne anymore."
"And the Emperor himself is an immortal, possessing astonishing life recovery abilities. As long as he is no longer consumed, he can recover at an extremely fast rate."
"This matter carries great risk." Trazyn the Infinite poured a bucket of cold water. "Your Emperor tried to manage the Webway; don't forget how he failed. And the price of that failure was sitting on the Golden Throne."
"Put away your arrogance, xeno." Senior General Tura was somewhat annoyed.
This matter concerned whether the Emperor could return to his people, yet this fellow kept muttering endlessly.
It was clear that this xeno couldn't stand to see humanity prosper.
Such a fellow should be impaled with a halberd.
"Control your emotions, Senior General Tura. This is a discussion, and Trazyn the Infinite is merely stating the risks of this plan." Alex looked at Senior General Tura, his tone stern.
If a Primarch or someone else had said such words, Senior General Tura might have retorted on the spot, or even accused the other party of betraying the Human Empire and harboring malicious intentions.
But facing Alex, this Saint, Senior General Tura could only suppress the anger in his heart, not daring to erupt.
The Emperor's attention to the Saint was even greater than to the Primarchs.
Besides him, who else could cause the Emperor to manifest every few days?
Compared to the Saint, Guilliman, who was fighting on the outside, was practically an adopted child.
Guilliman couldn't make the Custodian Guard pack up and leave the Imperial Palace, but the Saint might be able to.
"I told you to show me some respect; now you've been scolded, haven't you?"
Trazyn the Infinite added quietly, then met Alex's warning gaze.
"I'm just speaking the truth, is that wrong too?"
Trazyn the Infinite turned his head to the side, looking coy, almost whistling.
"Cortana, come here for a moment." Alex looked helpless, only able to resort to a killer move.
"Master, what's wrong?" Cortana responded instantly, her projection immediately appearing before everyone.
Trazyn the Infinite, who had just been coy, instantly cowered.
He instinctively recoiled, wanting to stay far away from Cortana.
His body, formed from living metal, even trembled inexplicably.
"Respected Lord Trazyn the Infinite, why don't you stand a little closer? If you stand so far away, how can I respect you?"
Senior General Tura looked at Trazyn the Infinite, who was desperately trying to reduce his presence, with a half-smile.
He felt a sense of retaliatory pleasure in his heart.
Trazyn the Infinite: "..."
What a malicious human.
But he said nothing more, just stood there obediently, afraid of attracting too much attention from Cortana.
"Let's get back to the main topic and continue discussing the Webway."
Alex didn't want to bother with their grievances. "To ensure the infallibility of this plan, I have also invited another advisor to discuss it with us."
"Cortana, open communication with the Kasareth Seer."
A projection shimmered into existence, outlining the figure of Kasareth from the Usvej Ark World.
"Saint."
"Necrons! How can such an evil being participate in our meeting?!"
After Kasareth saluted Alex, he saw Trazyn the Infinite and his voice immediately rose.
"Allow me to introduce you. This is the renowned Necrons Overlord, Trazyn the Infinite." Senior General Tura 'kindly' offered the introduction.
Everyone's gaze fell on Trazyn the Infinite, instantly making the Necrons Overlord sweat profusely.
The others didn't matter much;
It was mainly Cortana's gaze that put immense pressure on him.
Senior General Tura, you malicious human!
"Trazyn is now my advisor," Alex said. "He provides me with advice on physical technology."
"Holy One, this despicable race is not worthy of your cooperation. The best way to deal with these guys is to execute them directly."
"They are largely responsible for why the galaxy has become so bad."
Kasareth looked at Trazyn, not bothering to hide his malice.
"Are you worthy of cooperation?" Trazyn retorted. "The Eye of Terror wasn't created by us. On the contrary, we repaired the past rifts and saved the galaxy."
"You started the Paradise War," Kasareth shouted.
"So what? Who in the galaxy is clean? Haven't you started wars? Haven't you destroyed those civilizations that intended to provoke you? Don't pretend to be a white lotus."
Trazyn replied unceremoniously.
He and Orikan the Diviner had been arguing for so many years that his debating skills were already honed.
An Spirit Race prophet was nothing.
Speaking of Orikan, when could he also tie that guy over and have him serve the Holy One?
Trazyn suddenly remembered something.
That was, during biotransference, Orikan was unwilling.
It was after he completed the transference that he tied up the unwilling Orikan and threw him into the transference furnace.
Otherwise, Orikan would have been long gone.
"Orikan is truly blessed to know me; I think of him first for any good thing," Trazyn silently praised himself in his heart.
"Enough, I gathered you here not to argue."
Under Alex's stern reprimand,
the tense Trazyn and Kasareth finally stopped.
Alex looked at Kasareth, "I plan to restart the Webway project. Can the Spirit Race provide technical support?"
Kasareth looked troubled.
"After the destruction of our empire, the relevant Webway technology has long been lost. The Spirit Race can only use the Webway now; we cannot build new ones."
Trazyn was about to mock him, but he saw Alex's stern gaze sweep over him, so he could only give an embarrassed smile.
"For now, there's no need to build new Webways," Alex said. "At this stage, we only need to repair some main routes to speed up travel."
"I plan to first let humans establish an efficient navigation network using Star Gates and the Webway."
The communication network issue had been resolved; now the most important issue was navigation.
Even with the guidance of the Lighthouse,
the rampant Warp Storms made the Imperial fleet's navigation extremely difficult.
Alex wanted to build Star Gates in some important places and repair important Webways to make them usable, thereby alleviating the pressure on the Golden Throne.
Kasareth also showed a skeptical expression.
"Even so, it's very troublesome. The current Webway is filled with various forces, including not only Necronss but also Chaos, each controlling many branch paths."
"Nothing in this galaxy is simple," Alex said. "I have already made my decision. I hope the Usvej Ark Spirit Race can provide some technical support."
"I will convey this matter to the Ark Council," Kasareth said.
Alex elaborated on his plan.
At this stage, building the Webway was unrealistic. What could be done was to repair and patch the existing Webway and then put it into use.
Senior General Tura was somewhat dissatisfied with this.
He felt that he should lead an army, sweeping through like the Emperor did back then, to make the Emperor step down from the Throne.
This idea was immediately rejected by Alex.
Gambling on the Webway like the Emperor did was too risky.
They could only patch it up, striving to make Webway repair a profitable venture first.
Trazyn would provide some knowledge and technology about restraining Warp creatures,
allowing the Human Empire to build fortresses and strongholds against demons within the Webway.
Kasareth would apply to the Usvej Ark World for them to provide technology related to Spiritbone-like psychic materials.
Cortana would refine a feasible repair plan based on these technologies.
At that time, the Adeptus Mechanicus would repair and patch some main navigation routes, building entrances so that Imperial ships could navigate safely.
If not, they could also travel with the Geller Field activated.
Navigating within the Webway at least avoided the terrifying Warp Storms.
On the Imperial Glory,
after the communication ended, Kasareth left the communication room.
Mandela and the other Battle Seers had been waiting for them outside for a long time.
When they asked what was discussed, Kasareth did not hide anything and revealed everything.
"After all, they are not on the same side as us," a warrior said, his voice full of disappointment. "Humans are even cooperating with the Necronss, who are our eternal enemies."
"There's no need to dwell on this," Kasareth shook his head. "We need to focus on another matter, which is their plan to repair the Webway for navigation needs."
"This is simply great news for the Spirit Race."
"How so?" Mandela asked, puzzled.
"Think about it, if humans and Necronss decline in the battle with the gods, who will be the biggest winner?" Kasareth asked his kinsmen beside him.
"Naturally, our race," a Spirit Race member beside him blurted out without hesitation.
"Our race will then regain control of the galaxy, and after the Webway is repaired, it will naturally be ours," Kasareth revealed an expression of everything being within his calculations.
"A prophet's profound insight!"
After listening to Kasareth, Mandela's eyes showed admiration.
As expected of a prophet, his foresight was deep and far-reaching.
He didn't care about temporary gains or losses, only long-term achievements.
The Webway was intricate, with countless branch paths.
In ancient times, it connected the entire galaxy.
Of course, even with the abilities of the Old Ones,
it was impossible for every planet to have a point-to-point connection; a central hub was needed for transit.
And among the many Webways from the Dark City to the Miracle City, there was one essential hub that had to be passed through—the City of Dawn.
Vect, the Overlord of Gomorrah, naturally could not remain indifferent to the provocation.
He immediately rallied the many Kabals of Gomorrah to retaliate against humans,
to let those monkeys know who the true masters of the galaxy were.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari of Gomorrah had always continued the hedonistic style of the late Spirit Race Empire, considering themselves the true inheritors of the Spirit Race.
They looked down on most races in the galaxy.
Humans pursuing them to the outskirts of Gomorrah, killing members of the Flayed Skull Kabal, and leaving provocative messages,
undoubtedly touched their reverse scale.
An empire built by monkeys dared to challenge the masters of the galaxy; they truly didn't know their place.
Therefore, the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari of Gomorrah enthusiastically signed up,
quickly assembling a force to retaliate against humans.
And their inevitable path was the City of Dawn.
At this time, many players led by the Warmaster were staying here.
After chasing down the fugitives of the Flayed Skull Kabal, they returned to resupply weapons and ammunition.
Because everyone had purchased dimensional space,
they appeared to be traveling light, but in reality, each was a mobile ammunition depot.
After receiving the Webway map from Cortana, the Warmaster quickly formulated an ambush plan, preparing to give Gomorrah a little taste of the God Chosen's shock.
"I didn't expect it, after so many days, your strategy has improved quite well. You even know how to ambush these Drukhari / Dark Aeldari," Tenjiro said in the team channel, @ing the Warmaster.
Warmaster: "We humiliated those guys so badly, how could those Drukhari / Dark Aeldari not retaliate?"
"This is a big fish, brothers, we must not let them escape."
"Now, let's assign tasks. All squads, enable data sharing."
"The current target has passed through marked area B and is moving towards map area C. It is expected to enter the spatiotemporal trap in three minutes."
"As soon as their ships enter the trap, we'll act. Don't be stingy with ammunition; bomb them with all you've got."
"It's okay if the small fry escape, but not a single Drukhari / Dark Aeldari battleship, which is the big fish, is allowed to escape."
"For the Emperor, brothers!"