Ahriman proposed a plan, one that Alex found somewhat difficult to stomach the moment he heard it—in fact, the plan was so outrageous that Alex instantly wondered if he had misheard.
He and three Supreme Wizards would unleash a psychic spell, tearing open a Warp rift on the Necrons' crown world, then summoning a massive legion of Chaos Demons.
Yes, you heard correctly, it was Chaos Demons, those twisted, insane, uncontrollable Warp entities.
Well, that was Ahriman's plan: to use the summoned Chaos Demons to attack the Necrons, thereby buying time for the Expeditionary Force to receive more reinforcements.
Simply put, it was to let the Demons and Necrons wear each other down, while humanity reaped the benefits—at least, in theory.
After listening, Alex remained subtly silent for a few seconds.
This plan indeed possessed a strange kind of feasibility, given that the Necrons are extremely averse to Warp contamination, and Chaos Demons would never miss any opportunity to rampage in a real universe node.
But the problem was… could this really be controlled?
Once the Warp rift was torn open, who knew what would ultimately be drawn in?
If the entire star system was dragged into a Chaos storm, then the Expeditionary Force wouldn't even think about reinforcements; a disaster would destroy everything.
Not to mention, the Imperial official stance is zero tolerance for Chaos; even "temporary cooperation" is considered heresy.
"This plan is somewhat blasphemous, and a bit heretical." If he didn't know that Ahriman's loyalty was guaranteed by the Emperor, Alex would have really considered handing him over to the Sisters of Silence for handling.
The plan sounded far too unreliable.
Leaving aside whether the four entities in the Warp would intervene and cause a major incident for Alex if this plan were truly executed, just dealing with the aftermath of summoning Chaos Demons was a headache.
Of course, based on Alex's understanding of the Necrons, doing this would most likely have little effect—and might even be counterproductive.
The Necrons are not other xenos; as a powerful technological civilization that once fought the War in Heaven with the Old Ones, they possess means capable of countering any supernatural threat.
These cold metal skeletons have advanced technology capable of completely restraining psychic powers and the Warp.
After all, the Old Ones were an eternal race capable of building webways in the Warp, and their psychic attainments were almost at their peak.
And the Necrons not only waged war against them but ultimately destroyed the Old Ones—if they hadn't had specialized technology against psychic powers, they would have probably been crushed into dust by the Old Ones' psychic torrents long ago.
Not to mention the Necrons' Blackstone technology, which itself is a super-technology that can suppress psychic powers and even close the Eye of Terror.
Those mysterious black obelisks can not only absorb psychic fluctuations but also directly interfere with the boundary between reality and the Warp.
In a sense, Blackstone technology could even close the Great Rift that would open in the future—after all, after the War in Heaven, the Necrons used this technology to forcibly seal off the Warp contamination of the entire galaxy.
Therefore, Ahriman's plan seemed feasible but actually carried far greater risks than benefits.
Once the Necrons activated their Blackstone technology, not only would the summoned Demons be instantly suppressed, but the spellcasters themselves might even suffer a backlash.
At that point, it wouldn't be a matter of "buying time" but rather the Expeditionary Force potentially facing the dual threat of the Necrons and an out-of-control Warp rift simultaneously.
However, after careful consideration, Alex frowned and said to Ahriman: "Listen, I have no additional support for you, only you and those three Supreme Wizards.
Remember my conditions: no sacrifices of any kind, no praying to those damned Chaos entities, and the ritual's targeting must be completely random, without any specific direction."
He stared intently into Ahriman's eyes: "Can you meet these conditions?"
"Of course, Commander! I assure you, I will not make the same mistake this time." Ahriman gave Alex an ancient 30k era salute, then turned and left with the three silent Supreme Wizards.
Watching their retreating figures, Alex couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. He turned to the other three Captains, with clear concern in his voice: "Keep a close eye on him!
Although I don't doubt his loyalty, you all know that the Warp, psychic powers, these damned things, as long as you get involved with them, nothing good ever comes of it."
"Don't worry, Commander." Sigismund nodded steadily: "We will monitor his every move 24 hours a day."
Looking at Sigismund's resolute face, Alex slightly relaxed. He patted the old immortal's shoulder armor: "This matter is entrusted to you! You few discuss the defensive deployment; I need to personally make a trip to the Star Sector Capital."
Thinking of the Star Sector Capital, Alex couldn't help but sigh again, saying helplessly: "I hope I can squeeze some reinforcements out of those bureaucrats."
"Leave it to us." Loken interjected from the side, his tone as relaxed as if discussing a drill: "Although it's not our true bodies, this level of war… hasn't reached the point where we find it tricky."
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After entrusting the command of the Expeditionary Force to the four 30k tough men, Alex, accompanied by a squad of fully armed Battle Sisterss as guards, took an Inquisition Black Ship to the Mariupol Sector Capital.
His trip carried a dual mission: on one hand, to report in detail on the battle situation of this expedition to the sector high command, and on the other hand, to request reinforcements.
The current strength of the Expeditionary Force might barely be enough under the command of the four 30k tough men, but if they wanted to continue advancing the front line, more reinforcements would be necessary.
Alex knew very well that facing an awakened Necron Dynasty, the existing forces were far from sufficient.
And to completely resolve this Necron Dynasty, without an investment of forces on the scale of the Badab War, everything would be in vain.
If there weren't enough Astartes Warriors as the backbone, even if the Department of Military Affairs really brought Alex tens of millions of Astra Militarum, they would only become cannon fodder to fill the lines on the battlefield.
Facing the Necrons' Rebirth Protocol and Gauss Weapons, the sacrifices of ordinary soldiers were often meaningless.
However, regarding the issue of Astartes reinforcements, Alex did have some ideas.
Alex was confident he could pull in a good number of reinforcements from the Blood Angels.
Although it was already close to the time of the Battle of Baal, there were still more than twenty years of buffer period.
Moreover, Alex didn't ask for much; one or two companies of Sanguinius's descendants would be enough.
With the influence of the Rostov sanctus wine, Alex believed Dante would still be willing to send some reinforcements.
As for the other side, Alex planned to borrow some personnel from his Imperial Fists brothers.
He thoughtfully stroked his chin, toying with an exquisite container in his hand, inside which lay a perfectly preserved Gene-Seed.
"A complete Imperial Fists Gene-Seed from the 30k era," Alex murmured to himself: "I wonder if I can use this to persuade the Imperial Fists to send some reinforcements?"
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