Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

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Chapter 134: The heroes gather in Macragge.

Deep in the palace, where the imaginary computer Prometheus is located.

At this time, Zhou Ye had also returned to the size of a normal human, and then he came to the computer carrying a box similar to his size.

Then he placed it in front of the super processor with excitement and said excitedly:

"Look, what goodies I have prepared for you."

Zhou Ye has also despaired of the aesthetics of Warhammer. To be honest, it is really handsome here.

But the aesthetic taste for girls is really lame. Those nuns all have good basics. And then they dress themselves up like super aunts, even the living saint Celestine.

In the eyes of others, he is the embodiment of holiness, but in Zhou Ye's eyes, they are all things that do not conform to his aesthetic standards.

"According to my data testing, this body is completely different from the standards of this world."

At this moment, a voice rang out from the camera.

"Don't question my aesthetics. This is a special body I gave you. It's exactly like you."

Just as Zhou Ye finished speaking, a spiral head with twin ponytails floated out from here. This was the AI or machine soul of this computer, of course, this was not created by Zhou Ye.

Obviously, this fucked-up world has always been like this, but after all, it was created by Zhou Ye, and it was completely in Zhou Ye's shape. Now seeing her floating around like a ghost is not a good thing, so a body was prepared for her.

"All right……"

Looking at the people who were the same as him, Prometheus nodded at this time.

Just when Zhou Ye was trying to get close to his robot girl, well, it was a mistake to communicate.

……

"What the hell is wrong with this world!!!"

At this moment, Eli Morgan was sitting on the roof of a vehicle, holding a bottle of wine, and drinking...

Logically speaking, if this thing were placed on Terra, it would only be used by the nobles to entertain guests during the Emperor's Ascension Festival. You have to know that a house on Terra is a palace in other hive cities.

He felt like his perspectives had been completely redefined these past few days. He'd seen the Sons of Horus, who hadn't had any food to go with their drinks, and the Luna Wolves, who had stolen the graduation project of a group of Dusk Raiders, and then, after being confronted, they were still stubborn and started a big fight right there.

The chaotic civil war is popular, but why does it feel so strange to him?

Of course, that's fine, but the goddamn World Eaters, a bunch of lunatics, become doctors, many of them psychiatrists. Won't they drive people crazy? Yeah, it's true that this world is crazy.

Compared to them, the Emperor's Children who were stirring up trouble, the Thousand Sons who were recruiting students from various academies and then fighting with other factions in those academies, and the Emperor Fist and Iron Warrior in the Octagon Cage who were competing for the best students, were nothing.

But what made him feel that the world was most crazy was the glass of wine in his hand.

He had to be careful and cautious regarding this planet and the mysterious Primarch, as the Imperial Inquisitor and the agent of the Golden Throne.

So he has been driving around these days, trying to collect more intelligence.

Then, while he was resting in a grape yard, he met a 'enthusiastic' old farmer.

Hehe, Ahriman, the chosen champion of Tzeentch.

The other party even enthusiastically gave him a glass of their own wine. Normally, he should have destroyed it immediately. But now that his worldview had been shaken, he was too lazy to care about anything else. He just picked it up and drank it...

Not to mention it tastes pretty good, and...

This was just a bottle of wine, without any added ingredients, so he just felt that the world was really crazy.

"Haha, I want to see what else is here. I don't believe there are any traitorous Primarchs here. My next target is the School of Law."

There were already too many factors in this world, and he felt that the only thing that could cause his emotions to fluctuate was a traitorous Primarch. At this moment, he wanted to wonder if this Primarch was Horus. No, Horus didn't have any Ultramarines or Imperial Fists under his command.

He could only say that on Pioneer Star, everyone from top to bottom had their own things to do.

The mysterious Primarch might be even more diverse than the species of Horus's men, and these men exuded a strange abstraction and vitality.

On the other side, in the Grey Knight Monastery deep in the royal palace, the Imperial Grey Knights also slowly closed their eyes.

They now have no doubt about the loyalty of these brothers whom they have never met. In a place where the smell of the emperor is about to overflow, there can be no traitors.

In fact, this is a strange place that was created because Zhou Ye and the Emperor exchanged faith without even knowing it. Zhou Ye's pioneering Grey Knights are also bathed in such light all year round.

And the same is true for them, the Grey Knights, who bear the most.

“What an honor this is!!!”

At this moment, the three Grey Knights of the Empire knelt devoutly before the statues of the Emperor and Zhou Ye. They had already learned of the events that had taken place not long ago. Twenty-four Khorne Daemons, nine Tzeentch Daemons, such a glorious war, even they had never heard of it. They were already praying, eager to see their father.

The only pity is that their father has more important things to do. They also want to prove themselves to him, and they, the Grey Knights, also want such a glorious life.

Behind them is a team of His sons carrying brand new Holy Shield Terminators. Since there are no mechanical servants, they have to be used as substitutes.

Their original equipment had been put aside, and now they were to put on this new equipment and head to the upcoming battlefield of Macragge. Although they did not know how the Pathfinder Lord would get there, the Astartes never feared war.

Of course, in order to better dedicate themselves, they also needed better equipment, such as the Heavenly Punishment Force Field Halberd that could truly kill demons. Of course, they also took out the book that recorded the true names of various demons.

These items have been collected by the Grey Knights of Pioneer Star, and they're actually quite useful. Zhou Ye's Grey Knights can't use them, mainly because of teleportation issues. They'll often be slammed into you by the dozens, and there are other companies and auxiliary troops supporting them, so just run them over.

These Grey Knights often consist of a small group of several people, rushing into the demonic tide in isolation. At this time, choosing to use True Name Exile is undoubtedly the most effective method, so it can be used, but it cannot be eliminated.

only……

"Hmm, it feels a bit strange. Everything else is fine, but this armor..."

The three Grey Knights had also discovered the problem: the Terminator wasn't compatible with them. In other words, they couldn't perform the hyperteleportation. Another problem was that, while it was imbued with a sacred aura, it was too new.

"You still lack an operation, but this operation is something only my father can perform."

Looking at the somewhat distraught Imperial Grey Knight, the Grand Mentor of the Pioneering Grey Knights couldn't help but remind him.

In fact, it was the lack of the step of forcibly washing the spiritual energy into imaginary energy. This operation could only be performed by Zhou Ye. After all, this operation was very dangerous and there was even a possibility that the soul would be torn into pieces during it.

This is under the premise that Zhou Ye does it personally, others can forget about it.

"Um……"

Hearing this, the Imperial Grey Knights felt a bit disheartened. They felt as if they were a little incomplete. Looking at the nearly 200 brothers present, only three of them could not fully activate the armor.

But unfortunately, my father must be making a grand plan, and there is probably no time to perform the surgery now.

"It's okay, don't panic."

The Grand Master of the Pioneering Grey Knights offered comfort. He felt these brothers were truly miserable. Even the incomplete surgery was incomplete; the Empire was truly inhumane.

It's obviously just a safe step to wash the psychic energy into imaginary numbers, but look what they did to achieve the same effect.

……

At this moment, in the distant Macragge, it is very lively.

You should know that according to the star map shown online, Macragge, the Ultramarines' home, is in the lower right corner of the map. The entire Great Rift is located at the top of the map, and it seems to be mentioned in the official novel.

The distance from Macragge to Terra is ninety thousand light years, which is roughly equivalent based on the scale. The distance from here to the Great Rift, at its closest point, is a hundred thousand light years.

So the natural rift that tears the Milky Way apart cannot be seen here at all.

As for why Zhou Ye said that the Emperor might have been involved in the Great Rift, it was because of this that he looked at the Empire in the thousand years before the Great Rift began. The level of corruption in the Empire was the most exaggerated even in those ten thousand years, so instead of letting the Empire rot away, he decided to leave it alone.

The Emperor may have chosen to take a gamble, and the opening of the Great Rift allowed him to better intervene in the world. Only in this way could he gradually awaken those lost Primarchs, whether it was Guilliman or the Lion, they were awakened by him at this time.

It was precisely because of the return of these two people that the empire stepped on the brakes in the abyss of decay and destruction.

But Macragge is bustling with activity right now, because...

"They are coming..."

At this time, Calgar, the commander of the Ultramarines, was looking at the port entry applications with a headache.

That's the Dark Angels, the Space Wolves, the Imperial Fists and the Iron Hands.

He was a little surprised that the Blood Angels didn't come, but the Iron Hands did, and he didn't know what news they had heard.

"Let them in..."

Although Calgar was deeply tired at this time, he still let them in.

First of all, you have to know that almost every Extreme Warrior is a political product, and you have to know that the core of politics is slipping and making concessions.

So he also felt that it was possible to solve the problem by sitting down and having a good talk. After all, many conflicts were caused by lack of communication. I would like to mention the very smart Magnus from Prospero.

The situations are different for each of them. The Dark Angels, Space Wolves, and Imperial Fists all want an explanation. But the question is, what are you, the Iron Hands, doing here? They are not the only ones who have the fragments of this sword.

They have the Inquisition, the Dark Angels, and the Blood Angels. Why didn't you go find them? It's okay for them to come here and find me.

"You go and entertain them."

At this moment, Calgar also waved his hand, and then signaled Metalos to entertain them. After all, he had just fought with these warbands and was relatively familiar with them.

"Yes."

After hearing what Calga said, although Metalos was sweating profusely, he still took the initiative to walk out.

At this time, Asmodai, wearing Terminator armor, also walked out from the Macragge airport.

He now only felt that his spirit was very beautiful, especially after leaving the Dark Angel's Stone Fortress.

There were no more words like "fallen angels" whispering in his ears. As for the group of inner circle demons he brought with him, they were in a similar state. Now they just felt that their mental state was very good. It was indeed comfortable to be without fallen angels.

But soon he showed a hint of respect and moved out of the way.

As the Space Wolves' ship descended, an ancient, millennial-scorned Dreadnought strode out at the head of the pack. Behind them followed a large group of Wolf Cub foes. Although the millennial-scorned Dreadnought appeared battered and tattered, everyone present, including the Ultramarines, immediately saluted him, offering the utmost respect to this ancient elder.

Naturally, this Contemptor Dreadnought was Remont Icefang, a truly energetic Dreadnought. He had just heard that the ambitious Guilliman's son had dared to assign their Pioneer Star to his own command, and he was so angry that he burst into a roar of curses.

Coupled with the strange little things Zhou Ye added after the magic modification, he scolded the entire Space Wolves so much that they trembled in fear, and he wanted to come to Macragge in person to ask for an explanation.

The Space Wolves were helpless against this incredibly active elder, who was left with only a few fragments. In the end, it was Logan who made the decision, sending a group of new recruits who had just received their second gene-seed here to see the world, to prevent them from running around in Fenris.

Of course, in order to protect the safety of the elderly, all Volvo cars were brought to Dalian.

They'd almost turned the Space Wolves into space huskies, and Logan had just undergone Primaris surgery and was recovering. They didn't have the energy to mess with these new recruits, so they just threw them at them. Love was there, and the Space Wolves could finally swell up.

So when he saw the fearlessness of the ancient Despiser and the group of tall and strong recruits following him, Metaros sweated even more on his forehead.

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Chapter 135: The Ambitious Son of Guilliman (Part 6)

"Ambitious son of Guilliman, come out!!!"

With Raymont Icefang's roar, the entire Macragge was in chaos.

No one dared to lay a hand on a thousand-year-old Dreadnought, not to mention that the Ultramarines were the ones in the wrong.

As for Metalos, although he is already an elite sword guard veteran, he is like a grandson in front of this fearless man.

Of course it wasn't just him. Even when Calgar came, he had a similar reaction.

"Go ahead, hand over the Holy Fearless. No, he's not enough..."

They, the Ultramarines, are not without their ten thousand years of fearlessness, but it is not enough compared to this Valarjir Wolf Guard.

It can only be said that there are also gaps among the Ten Thousand Years of Fearlessness. The highest-ranking ones among them are the Emperor's Son Rilano of Zhou Ye and the Dark Angel's Aldrich.

In addition, Zhou Ye is now considering whether to install Ahriman in Fearless, which is undoubtedly the oldest.

Then, below that, there are these few. Fearless of this wolf group is one of them. They are all antiques among antiques now.

Seeing him making a fuss, the Imperial Fists, who had just finished beating Cartier and rushed over after hearing the news from the Black Templars, wisely chose to keep quiet.

Now it all depended on the Wolf Guard's voice. At this moment, he grabbed Metalos's Iron Halo and led him towards the temple where Guilliman was. None of the Ultramarines along the way dared to stop him.

The main thing is that this despiser is fearless and tattered, with abnormal sparks coming out of his body. It feels like you are arguing with someone and you pull out the paralyzed old man at home.

Faced with such an existence, even the officials would retreat.

They were really afraid that if they moved too much, this Fearless would fall apart.

Why didn't you keep this broken BYD Space Wolf Dreadnought at home and keep it well? Why did you let it run away?

"Come with me to Guilliman right now and let him judge the situation. You dare to assign that lord and the rest of us to your successor group? Even if Guilliman wakes up, he won't have the nerve to do that!!!"

"Elder, calm down. We didn't know at first."

"I don't know. It would have taken at least decades from the time you submitted your application to the time it was approved. During that time, you had countless opportunities to explain and block it, but you did nothing. And you still say you're not ambitious!!!"

"Kougua..."