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The accusations jointly made by the nine high lords went right to the point. Starting with the sainthood of Alexei Reipt, the initiator of the Terra expedition, they claimed that she had not been recognized by the Terra headquarters of the Ecclesiastical Church and could not act on behalf of the emperor. Will fundamentally denies the legality and legitimacy of this expedition, which can be described as extremely vicious.

Obviously, for the High Lords, the original Northern Expedition Fleet was too powerful. They believed that they needed to force Guilliman to cut off his wings in the name of justice, allowing the Ultramarines to fight with the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the 13th Expeditionary Fleet. The remnants of the expeditionary fleet had internal strife, so that the authority of the Terran Council could be more secure.

The Primarch's Northern Expedition Fleet may indeed be able to save Terra from fire and water, but in the eyes of the High Lord, if the supreme authority of the Throne World does not belong to himself, then it should not belong to anyone else. Even if that person is the legendary original body.

It is not difficult for Robert Guilliman to crack the political manipulation of mortals. He thought of a response to the high lord's poisonous scheme in less than a minute after seeing this complaint, but what troubled him was It's not these political stunts, it's something much more important.

That is to build the Stargate on Terra.

Guilliman is a born politician, and he clearly knows that now is not the time for gentle power games with mortal politicians. The situation in the galaxy has already changed drastically. When the subspace storm is raging, humanity's top priority is to build communication in the solar system. L-star gates throughout the galaxy connect Holy Terra to the star gate network.

The biggest problem lies here.

The complaint questioning the loyalty of the Northern Expeditionary Fleet and the 1st Expeditionary Fleet bears the signature of the Martian Forge General.

Any large-scale space projects in the solar system must be supported by Mars, and obviously, this signature shows that Mars is not very supportive of them now.

"Look on the bright side, at least the Assassin's Court and the Merchant Marine did not sign the complaint." Guilliman said to himself, the original body had already seen the key to breaking the situation.

There is a saying in economics that "the flow of money can explain everything." The same is true in politics. The distribution of power and interests can explain everything. The attitudes of the Marshal of the Imperial Guard and the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court are not expressed for the time being. Why didn't the head of the Merchant Marine sign his name on this joint complaint?

Because her interests are inconsistent with those of the other 9 high lords.

The Merchant Marine is the official trading organization of the empire with a business license personally issued by the Emperor of Mankind. For a trading organization, transportation lines are the lifeline. Now with the death of the evil god Nurgle, the subspace storm has swept across the galaxy, and all previous subspace routes have been wiped out. Cut off, the lifeline of the merchant fleet has been cut off, the power of merchants comes from money, and the merchant navy's voice in the High Lords Council has plummeted.

The Merchant Marines are desperate to get out of their current predicament, and they need Terra to be connected to the Stargate network.

Even though the primarch himself had never set foot in the solar system, Guilliman keenly captured the goodwill of the female master of the merchant navy towards him just from the signature of this complaint. She has common interests with herself.

"The Merchant Marine is on the same side as us. I need to get in touch with them as soon as possible..." Guilliman's brain turned quickly and he quickly finalized the next policy:

"In addition to the merchant fleet, the Imperial Navy, the Tribunal, the Ministry of Military Affairs and other real-power departments are also targets that can be attracted. They can all get the most direct benefits from the construction of the Star Gate. I can find a suitable entry point from these people. , split the political alliance of the nine high lords from within."

"But the most important thing is the attitude of the founding general of Mars..."

Under the operation of the original body's thinking, the seemingly tense and unsolvable situation was quickly dismantled and completed, and what was to be done next became clear.

However, just when Guilliman was making plans and preparing to send envoys to contact the powerful figures in the Merchant Marine, Imperial Navy and other departments, an accident happened.

Guilliman, who had just thought of a countermeasure, walked out of his office deep in the cabin of Macragge's Glory. The primarch's sight passed through the porthole and saw the fierce gunfire blooming in the starry sky.

The cannons on the side of Macragge's Glory roared in unison, and the ferocious firepower tore a huge battleship carrying the mark of the 'Sun' into pieces.

"What's going on?!" Guilliman's legs weakened. He recognized the coat of arms on the battleship. It belonged to the Solar Fleet, which was responsible for defending the security of the solar system!

While he was alone in his office thinking about countermeasures, Macragge's Glory launched an attack on the Sun Fleet!

Guilliman shouted, but no one answered him. Guilliman had no choice but to stride across the cabin and enter the command post inside the Macragge's Glory. The gas giant planet with a huge red spot on its surface passed by the porthole, and Guilliman was very familiar with it.

That is Jupiter, an ancient celestial body belonging to the solar system.

At some point that Guilliman didn't know, the Northern Expedition Fleet suddenly launched an attack. They used monstrous firepower to smash the defenses of the Beta-Garmon star field, forcibly opened the door to the solar system, and drove straight into the solar fleet guarding the throne world. A head-on conflict broke out.

The internal channel of the Northern Expedition Fleet played the speech of the living saint in a loop. Alexei had a high prestige both in the Far Eastern Star Territory and in Ultramar now. She said impassionedly:

"The greedy High Lords deceived the Emperor! They deceived the Lord of Mankind! Their crimes must be punished!"

"Loyal warriors, follow the footsteps of the Primarch! The end of our expedition is Terra!"

"Dedicate your loyalty to the great Lord of Mankind!"

"Qingjun side!"

Even the superhuman brain of the original body could not help but experience a momentary shutdown when listening to a broadcast with such content. Guilliman was completely unable to understand what was happening now. He walked into Macragge's Glory with numb steps. At the headquarters of the ship, senior officers of the Ultramar Navy were gathered together to direct the all-round naval battle between the Northern Expedition Fleet and the Solar System Defense Force.

On the flat projection map of the solar system, the ancient 'Gate of Hades' and 'Gate of Heaven' have both been lost to the overwhelming firepower of the Northern Expedition Fleet.

Six black stone fortresses are scattered throughout the battlefield in the solar system, strongly suppressing all counterattacks by the defenders.

The ancient fortress monastery of the Imperial Fist sank under the combined siege of three black stone fortresses. Under the cover of the Gothic fleet, the flagship of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet rushed directly to the skies of Mars, attacking this ancient red without hesitation. The planet launched an orbital bombardment.

The steel ring of Mars fell apart, and the remains of the Phalanx burst into flames, dyeing the sky of Terra a dazzling golden red.

A bloated and heavy mechanical body slowly crawled through the cabin of the Macragge's Glory, and the Holy Archmagos Belisarius Cawl came to stand in front of the stunned Robert Guilliman.

Several technical priests behind Caul opened a tightly sealed digital safe and displayed a set of gorgeous armor that seemed to be made of gold in front of the original body.

"Do you still remember our agreement ten thousand years ago? Now is the time to ask the Emperor's most loyal Primarch to put on this suit of armor of destiny."

Guilliman gritted his teeth and clenched and relaxed his fists repeatedly. He stared closely at Belisarius Caul's face that no longer had human features, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth:

"You, you are setting me up for injustice!"

"You have hurt me..."