"Sir, do you have any instructions for summoning me?"
Sicarius walked in and looked at Guilliman who was sitting upright, asking in confusion.
Guilliman stood up, the armor making a wonderful sound as he moved.
He always wears the armor that brought him back to life.
This set of armor is not just a creation of the Mechanicus. It contains a trace of the power of the god of death. It is the power of the god of death that fills the wound in Guilliman's soul and allows him to be resurrected.
During the duel at Thessara, Guilliman was stabbed by the traitorous Primarch Fulgrim. The knife pierced his neck and caused him to fall into a deep sleep for tens of thousands of years.
The wound was not just a physical injury, it was also a wound to the soul.
Otherwise, even if the Primarch's heart was dug out, he would not die immediately.
The reason why the Primarch Ferrus was killed was because Fulgrim used a weapon containing the power of chaos, otherwise it would have been impossible to kill a Primarch.
So far, Guilliman has no means to get rid of this armor. Perhaps when his cheat code database is unlocked to the second level, he will be able to find a way.
"The Astropath received a message that the Sara system was under siege by plague warriors and they need some help. I have analyzed this information and this system is on our way, so I made a decision to let the Macragge's Glory lead a part of the fleet to solve the problem of this system. I need you to gather the warriors so that we can form a force when we jump out of the warp. We must move as fast as possible. After clearing the Sara system, we will return to the fleet and head to the industrial system - Connor."
Sicarius hesitated for a moment before he said cautiously, "You don't need to do this yourself. Just leave it to Captain Fikris. He will do a good job. You shouldn't get involved in the battlefield. We can't afford the risk of losing you."
"No, I cannot make a decision and then let others fight for it while I hide behind. Moreover, the fleet will eventually be separated and must be separated to help different star systems. I am the Primarch, the Empire needs me to win, and the people of the Empire need me to win. This matter has been decided, Sicarius, go and prepare."
Guilliman's tone became solemn and unquestionable.
Going to the Sara galaxy to clean out the Plague Warriors, in addition to appeasing the people, Guilliman also had his own plans.
The Lord of Domination template can transform the faith of the people of the empire in him into power. The higher his fame and the more outstanding his achievements, the more trust the people of the empire will have in him.
It's just like the Book of Death in the Canyon, where buffs are constantly stacked, and in the end, anyone who stands in your way will be killed.
Guilliman has always been clear about his enemy, which is the Chaos God.
He lives, the evil god dies.
He died, and the evil god lived.
The opposition between the two sides is as sharp as water and fire, and there is no way to compromise or ease it.
The war will only end when one side falls.
Guilliman must seize every opportunity to improve his reputation and show off his reputation, so that the people of the Empire will firmly believe that he, the Thirteenth Son of the Empire and the Lord of Ultramar, is the light of salvation.
Hearing Guilliman's firm, unquestionable words, Sicarius could only agree.
He lowered his head and bowed, then turned and walked out, gathering the warriors on the Macragge's Glory, asking them to prepare for battle and try to clear out the Sara system as quickly as possible.
Guilliman would take a fleet alone to save the Sara system.
The other fleets will be managed by different heroes.
It is certainly powerful to bring such a large number of warships together.
However, there was no way to achieve victory quickly and restore stability to Ultramar.
The fleet must be separated, with Celestine, Amaritch and other imperial heroes each leading a fleet to rescue the galaxies that are trapped in the clutches of Chaos.
The ultimate goal of these fleets is Connor, the industrial galaxy at the very edge of the Ultramar star field and closest to the edge of the empire's territory.
The heroes of the empire will travel to the Konor galaxy from different routes and save the galaxies that need rescue along the way.
By the time all the fleets have arrived at the Konor system, the task of conquering the Chaos forces in the Ultramar star field will basically be settled, and then it can radiate to other star fields of the empire.
Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Grey and other Imperial heroes did not want the Primarch to go to the battlefield in person, fearing that they would lose him like he did ten thousand years ago. However, they were persuaded by Guilliman and each took their fleet to complete their mission and save those who were in deep suffering.
On the bridge of the Macragge's Glory.
The computer slaves connected to the main control center began to tremble, and the amplitude of the shaking was so large that the neural cables connected to their cerebral cortex also began to shake.
The machine slaves broadcast the information in unison.
"Coordinate data detected, Sara galaxy."
The captain with a mechanical arm used his electronic eye to examine the many data windows in front of him and shouted, "Enter the physical space."
The data director, power director, and intelligence director shared and updated the data at every moment at the fastest speed allowed by their respective mechanical components so that they could better control this huge ship.
"The physical universe coordinate data has been analyzed."
"The energy lines are being converted and are trying to open the entrance to the physical universe."
“The powertrain remains stable.”
... ... ... ..
Amid a series of rapid broadcasts, the 26-kilometer-long Glory of Macragge rushed out of the warp, followed closely by warships of other chapters, who fought alongside Guilliman.
Massive amounts of information quickly poured into the bridge, and information was shared quickly between warships.
The auspicious instrument made a harsh sound, and the Thinker's computer made a clicking sound as it ran at high speed.
"Alert, Chaos ship spotted."
"Alert, Chaos ship spotted."
The broadcasting robot servant connected to the auspicious instrument by neural cables was twitching, and the brass speaker built into its throat quickly broadcast the information of each enemy.
"Convert the Geller force field into a void shield. All troops should be ready for battle. Fire freely and clean up these damn traitors. Let them know how powerful we are." The captain grabbed the railing in front of him and roared loudly.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
Sarah Star.
Glix Hive.
This historic giant hive has been largely destroyed by the fierce attack of the Plague Warriors.
The surviving civilians were evacuated to the huge Star Language Fortress, where the void shield was still functioning normally and was the last resort for the survivors.
The rumbling sound of artillery fire continued. The remaining planetary defenders, relying on the last fortress of the hive city, were sniping at the plague warriors, trying to stop them.
The zombies created by the plague are gradually devouring the defenders' positions. The shadow of death is approaching step by step, making the defenders more and more desperate.
... ... ...
In the fortress, civilians with painful expressions huddled together, trying to get a little spiritual strength from each other's warmth to support them to survive in this desperate and dark world.
Men and women of appropriate age have been drafted to the battlefield, and then turned into corpses, falling on the battlefield, and then standing up again as plague zombies.
An old woman was holding two children in her arms. The children's innocent eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and the unspeakable sadness in their eyes was so heartbreaking.
At an age that should be full of innocence, he already understood the pain between life and death.
They were born in a dark age, and all they saw was despair and pain.
The peaceful life was completely broken a few months ago. The children watched their father pick up a gun and follow the soldiers to the battlefield.
Watching their mother being caught by the plague zombies and screaming in pain for them to run away quickly, they witnessed their mother being torn to pieces by the plague zombies.
"Grandma, didn't you always say that the Emperor would protect us? Why didn't he send his angels to save us? And didn't he save Mom and Dad?" The girl, trembling with fear, looked at the believers of the state religion who were kneeling and praying in the distance, then turned to look at the old woman who was holding her, and asked in a childish voice.
The old woman looked at the girl, trying her best to suppress the fear in her heart, revealing a kind smile, and holding her tightly in her bony arms.
"Grandma doesn't know either. Perhaps the Emperor's angels are too busy."