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Chapter 464: War Artist! Back with Power! Neos!

After a while, Guilliman had a basic understanding of the people on the scene and a better understanding of the current situation in the galaxy.

Macragge is, after all, the center of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. Such an important area was actually attacked all the way to the Hera Fortress by the Chaos Legion and was almost captured.

This shows that other places are definitely not much better, and may even be worse!

Guilliman felt deeply saddened at the thought that the human empire had been pushed to this extent by the forces of Chaos.

You must know that the great rebellion launched by Horus, although huge and triggered a series of chain reactions, the Empire still gradually suppressed the rebellion.

Even the Chaos Warmaster Horus was killed by the Emperor himself. Logically speaking, the remaining Chaos forces should not be able to achieve anything.

But who would have thought that ten thousand years later, this remnant of a band of brave soldiers would gradually grow into the huge scale it is today, and even the entire Milky Way would fall under their offensive.

At this moment, Guilliman was increasingly curious about his father's condition and situation. He did not understand why the Emperor allowed the Chaos Legion to wreak havoc in the Milky Way for ten thousand years.

"What is father's current condition?" Guilliman turned and asked the Living Saint Celestine.

"The God-Emperor must stay on Terra due to some force majeure, but his will and power can reach any corner of the galaxy."

Celestine did not truthfully explain the condition of the God-Emperor. Although the fact that the God-Emperor had undergone high-level amputation was an established fact, many people still did not know the God-Emperor's physical condition.

The less people know about this, the better.

"You should go to Terra to meet him in person when you have time."

seeing is believing.

Celestine still felt that if Guilliman were to take a stroll around Terra on his own, he would understand everything.

The current situation in Macragge is still not very stable. If everyone learns the truth, or if Guilliman makes any mistake, the Chaos Legion may come back at any time.

Hearing this, Guilliman nodded, acknowledging Celestine's words.

He noticed that there were still some sparse artillery sounds outside the Hera Fortress. It seemed that the war was not completely over yet, and some Chaos forces were still trying to take over this place.

"I will now take full control of everything in Macragge. Everyone must obey my orders——!"

Guilliman immediately took over the supreme command from Calgar, ready to announce his return to everyone with a sophisticated art of command.

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At this moment, the Emperor has already learned the details of the battle on Macragge and the origin of this parallel universe "Warhammer 40K", and he has a comprehensive understanding of the situation.

"We need to minimize the impact on this trip, collect enough information and data, and wait for specific instructions from headquarters."

"Your whereabouts have been exposed. The entities in the subspace are aware of your existence, but we still need to continue to lurk and maintain absolute secrecy."

Accompanying the Emperor to this parallel universe was David Martinez, an executive of a giant company.

It turned out that not long ago, the Emperor saw that Macragge was about to fall, but there was no new force to rescue it. In desperation, he could only remove his alien space shielding device and completely expose himself here.

Soon, the powerful projection of the Emperor emerged in the Warp, which was also the truth of the two suns shining together.

This move was very effective. It immediately forced back countless Chaos armies and allowed countless planets that were being invaded by Chaos to escape the war and survive.

But at the same time, the current Emperor has also been noticed by the Four Chaos Gods of the Warp, and his strengths and weaknesses will sooner or later be known to these evil gods and demons.

The purpose of the Universal Corporation's trip is to realize the God-making plan, so it is naturally inconvenient for them to reveal their identities and intentions in advance. They cannot easily interfere in the wars or internal affairs of any planet.

The only thing that can be guaranteed is the safety of the Emperor and oneself.

David Martinez paused, then continued: "Of course, if you really need help, we can also apply for a troop for you."

The situation in the "Warhammer 40K" universe is too complicated. Even if the entire th Expeditionary Corps is transferred here, it may not be possible to take over this universe in a short period of time.

The rapid expansion of the military has always been an inefficient and costly method of integration.

The guiding strategy that Li Ang gave was the God-making plan, so they should try not to resort to violence this time, so as not to affect the overall situation.

The emperor nodded and thanked David for his kindness.

In fact, he understood such a simple truth. If he really wanted to take action, he could have instantly cleared out the scum in this area when the Chaos Legion overwhelmed Macragge.

But now he only showed his projection in the subspace, and did not let the subspace entity confirm his existence.

If there is nothing confirmed, there is still room for maneuver.

With the help of this parallel world, the Emperor also wants to accomplish what he has thought about but has not done, and create a god here to balance the warp!
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Macragge!

The resurrected Guilliman announced his powerful return to the entire Ultramarines Legion.

As a great military strategist, Guilliman knew that his awakening could effectively inspire the morale of the soldiers and bring psychological pressure to the enemy, forcing the enemy to make mistakes one after another.

Although the Black Legion's warriors urgently evacuated the battlefield, there were still a lot of Chaos scums around the fortress who were constantly wreaking havoc and causing widespread damage.

Guilliman first carefully surveyed the battlefield environment, then quickly conducted a sand table simulation in his mind and issued instructions to combat teams in various areas.

At this moment, Guilliman demonstrated his genius command ability.

Each of his orders seemed to give the battlefield soul and spirituality. The huge Macragge battlefield suddenly came alive, and every street became a death meat grinder that could devour the enemy.

From every seemingly inconspicuous dark corner, a group of blue bald men holding grenade launchers may jump out at any time.

Ambush, sneak attack, outnumber the enemy, outflanking...

The offensive momentum of the entire battlefield underwent a two-level reversal.

The Extreme Marines moved back and forth, using tactics to the extreme, and with their morale boosted, they gradually switched from passive defense to active offense.

After their attacks were thwarted, the remaining Chaos Legions began to gradually collapse until they were annihilated one after another by the Ultramarines.

The Primarch and the once prosperous empire had disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and many people had no clear concept of the Primarch's strength and talents.

It was not until Guilliman revived and took control of the battlefield that everyone realized how powerful the Primarchs were. They could be called gods walking on earth.

After a while, the Chaos forces on Macragge began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye. Without the command and support of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, these rebels were nothing but a pile of scattered sand.

Guilliman had a very good memory and could remember everything he saw. He could always develop a clear battlefield model in his mind. Moreover, Macragge was his base camp. Even after ten thousand years, the buildings here were still the same as before, almost indistinguishable.

The lost positions were recovered one after another, the retreating Chaos warriors were forced into a desperate situation, and the battle was coming to an end.

Listening to the battle report that Calgar sent back excitedly, Guilliman nodded thoughtfully. The outcome of the battle had been decided, and it was not his turn to worry about the rest.

"Well done, I'll leave the rest to you."

Guilliman patted the strange chapter commander's shoulder affectionately. The friendship between men heated up quickly. There was no such thing as slow warming up. They only needed to fight together for a battle and they could become brothers in life and death.

What's more, these warriors are all his descendants. Although their appearance is completely different from those of his descendants ten thousand years ago, blood ties and beliefs bind them deeply together.

It only takes less than an hour to go from strangers to acquaintances.

"Yes!"

Karga took the order excitedly and then retreated.

Guilliman was not surprised by the outcome of the war.

Because he had just fought with the Chaos Legion's troops and he was keenly aware that the other side was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

This unit appears to be extremely ferocious on the surface, but its internal command system is quite chaotic. There is almost no tactical coordination among each other, and they are fighting and charging entirely on their own.

If this had happened during the Great Crusade, they would have been treated as weaklings and beaten to a pulp. If it weren't for their outstanding strength, they would have been annihilated by Calgar long ago.

"It seems that in the world ten thousand years from now, the Astartes have almost forgotten how to fight together."

Guilliman couldn't help but sigh inwardly. There were too many things he needed to deal with next. The first was to strengthen the Ultramarines Legion and intensify tactical training.

The second is to stabilize the Ultramar sector and build a base to fight against the forces of Chaos...

Thinking of this, Guilliman turned around and took some books from Macragge's library. He planned to learn about the situation in Macragge in detail before the war was about to end.

By the way, find out what your descendants have done during these ten thousand years.

At this moment, a tall Extreme Warrior walked in. The mask on his face covered his facial features tightly, making it impossible to see his appearance.

That's right, this man was the emperor in disguise. He used the alias Neos and was ready to have a good chat with the son from this parallel world.

"Guilliman, it seems that you have not yet forgotten your abilities. What do you plan to do in the future?"

The moment he saw the Emperor, Guilliman immediately became alert. He took a half step back and placed his right hand on the Emperor's Sword, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

"Who are you to dare to break in here without permission!"

Guilliman did not hear the other party's footsteps at all. If the Emperor had not spoken on his own initiative, he would not have realized that someone had come here.

"My name is Neos. I just came to this new world like you. You don't have to be nervous. If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done it just now."

The Emperor took another step forward.

Neos was an alias used by the Emperor in ancient Terra. No one knew his real name except himself. Even Malcador, who was closest to him, only knew him as "Neos".

So when Guilliman heard this strange name, he did not immediately think of the Emperor.

At this moment, Guilliman looked at the other party carefully. He could feel that the other party was of extraordinary status, and the man who called himself Neos said that he had just arrived in this new world.

Maybe he is also a person from ten thousand years ago!
"Sit down."

Guilliman closed the book in his hand, then sat in the chair, ready to have a long conversation with the man face to face.

He has too many doubts now and hopes to get more answers.

The emperor chose a seat and sat down, looking at the other party silently, as if waiting for the other party to speak first.

"The Imperium has changed a lot, Macragge has changed a lot, ten thousand years is too long." Guilliman sighed sadly.

Through Calgar's oral narration and the information recorded in books, Guilliman has learned the basic situation of the Empire.

The mortals mistakenly believed that the God-Emperor, who was high above and omnipotent, had actually sat on the Golden Throne forever. He was half dead and completely unable to manage state affairs.

The situation of the human empire took a sharp turn for the worse as various primarchs were killed, disappeared or corrupted. Without these elite leaders, the empire declined.

The once prosperous empire seemed to be just a mirage in books. People could only close their eyes and fantasize about it in their minds, but when they opened their eyes, what they saw was the raging Chaos Legion.

No one can recall the heyday of those days.

In order to continue to protect mankind, the God-Emperor was forced to accept deification and use his psychic powers to influence the empire and guide human civilization.

These changes made Guilliman feel at a loss as to where to start. All he could think of now was to try his best to manage Macragge. However, as the son of the God-Emperor, how could he remain indifferent in the face of the devastated Empire?

But the situation today is completely different from the past.

The Chaos forces back then were not as rampant as they are now, and the Emperor did not have a high position of amputation and sit on a golden toilet.

Even if Horus led half of his brothers to rebel, and the other half of the loyalists followed to quell the war, the current situation is that the Emperor is paralyzed.

Almost all of the Primarchs disappeared, and the Primarch Legions they left behind fought on their own. How many of them could stick to their original ideals like the Ultramarines did?

It would undoubtedly be as difficult as ascending to heaven to regain the old mountains and rivers.

Guilliman was pessimistic about the current situation in the galaxy. He had never encountered such a difficult and complicated situation.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he is still alive, at least much luckier than those brothers who have lost all news.

"I don't understand why this war has lasted for tens of thousands of years." Guilliman frowned. The Great Crusade only lasted for two hundred years.

From preparation to completion, it took at most three hundred years.

Ten thousand years is enough time to launch thirty galactic crusades!
"The four Chaos Gods in the Warp mainly draw strength from the emotions of intelligent creatures. The longer the war burns, the more suffering the creatures suffer, and the more power they gain."

"So once this war begins, it will never stop unless we can completely put an end to the evil gods of the subspace, or find a way to restrict them."

The Emperor patiently explained to Guilliman that the burning galaxy was like a boiling broth, and the entities in the Warp were the hungry diners.

They might control the speed of the flames of war and prevent the Chaos army from flattening the galaxy, but they would never allow the fire that is cooking the galaxy to be extinguished.

For the evil gods, it would be best if this war continued until the end of the universe, until they transcend and ascend to heaven, and escape from the six realms of sentient beings.

(End of this chapter)