Confirming the reward, Guilliman nodded.
This cheat code isn't too bad, it can be used just fine.
Utilize dark matter computer technology in conjunction with the Primaris Space Marine technology in the hands of Mechanical Magus Cawl.
He will be able to create a whole new group of warriors to fight against traitors and the forces of Chaos.
The Empire's existing Space Marines were indeed a bit weak when facing these Chaos forces.
Many times, victory is achieved by relying on numbers.
The war damage was so horrific that it was unbearable to watch.
Being able to build such a powerful new army can effectively help him maintain the territory of the human empire.
Guilliman had no choice, either he helped the Imperium of Man defeat Chaos, or he would be captured by Chaos and become a slave.
escape
Better not to dream.
The nearest galaxy in the Milky Way is hundreds of thousands of light years away. How can we escape
How to escape without a star torch and a navigation map
Even if the escaping spacecraft could reach the maximum speed limited in the universe, he could not escape.
It takes hundreds of thousands of years to fly from the Milky Way to other galaxies using the speed of light. If the spacecraft breaks down midway, you will drift until you die.
Using the subspace to escape is even more dangerous.
The Warp is the territory of the evil gods. Without the protection of the Emperor's Astronomican, the Geller force field will collapse within a few days.
Without the Geller force field, the evil god can do whatever he wants with him.
One unrealistic thing about escaping is that other places may not necessarily be safe.
There is another race in the Warhammer universe, the Tyranids.
This race came from outside the Milky Way. This terrifying race that ate wherever it went was chased by other powerful beings and fled into the Milky Way.
You can imagine what happened!!
The world outside the Milky Way might be even worse than the Milky Way.
I’m afraid that if I escape, it will be even more miserable.
He can only win or die miserably. There is no third way.
"Go out and clean them up." Guilliman stepped out with terrible anger in his eyes, the flame of the Emperor's Sword in his hand becoming more destructive.
Calgar, Celestine, Amaritch and other survivors regrouped and gathered around Guilliman.
The rumble of artillery fire rang out outside the Sanctuary as the Imperial defenders continued to fight, trying to drive the Chaos invaders out of their homeland.
... ... ... ...
Battles are raging throughout the great hive city of Macragge.
Factories and spaceports were filled with sounds of fighting.
Space Marines from all over the Empire, wearing different armors, fought against the Chaos forces.
The Astra Militarum and Macragge Guards were still firing, using the defenses built along the street to shoot at the damned cultists and demons.
Laser beams cut through the battlefield filled with a pungent smell, burning the monsters and taking their lives.
But there are so many monsters, cultists, and traitors, and their numbers are so huge that it is unimaginable.
They attacked the Imperial Loyalists' lines wave after wave, forcing the defenders to retreat.
"Kill for the Chaos Gods, for supreme glory." The cultist, who was covered with bone spurs and looked like a monster, waved his weapon and shouted loudly, encouraging the believers to keep rushing forward and attacking the defenders' front line.
The man with a hideous face and tumors all over his body screamed with unusual excitement, "For the gift of the kind father, for the end of all things."
Other traitors also shouted all kinds of weird and blasphemous slogans.
The Imperial defenders were still struggling to hold on, maintaining a front that was about to collapse. Behind them was the last refuge of the city of Macragge, and they had nowhere to retreat.
The people huddled in their shelters, praying to the statue of the Emperor.
"Save us."
"Don't let us be harmed by those evil ones."
“Save us.”
The closer they heard the sound of artillery fire and the crazy shouts of the Chaos side, the more frightened they became.
Once you fall into the hands of Chaos, even death is no longer a rest, but the beginning of another torture.
Thinking of this, they trembled and were all terrified.
The Astra Militarum commander responsible for defending the Macragge City Sanctuary also fell into despair.
Faced with the surging Chaos army, he could only squeeze the potential of each troop as much as possible to buy more time for the defense line.
More than a hundred legions were wiped out in this bloody war, and countless Astra Militarum soldiers died on the battlefield.
The only hope is that the Imperial fleet can regain control of low-Earth orbit. Only in this way can the war be won.
Corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, bright red blood flowed on the ground, and even the air could smell the pungent smell.
The cruelty of the war made people more and more desperate.
There is no chance of victory.
The connection between the surface and space has been cut off, and no one knows how the battle in space is going.
Did they win? Or did they flee
Big green flies hovered over the battlefield with a buzzing sound.
When they see a freshly fallen corpse, they swarm over it, burrow into the flesh and blood to lay eggs, and send those strange viruses and bacteria into the body of the corpse with their fatherly kindness, allowing it to stand up again and turn into a plague zombie.
The defenders were becoming increasingly weaker, while the enemy's offensive was becoming more powerful. The power from the evil god of the Warp was satisfying. Strange whispers were bewitching the soldiers who still wanted to resist, trying to drag them from the rotten corpse on the golden throne into the sweet garden.
"Are we finished?" Looking at the battlefield situation where the enemy was losing ground, despair emerged in the commander's heart. How could he win such a battle? !
Continuing to fight would be a dead end.
They had no chance of turning defeat into victory.
There was no high-altitude fire support, no tank centralization, no Titan Knights, and no reserve troops.
The Astra Militarum commander looked up at the sky. Even the air advantage had been taken away by the enemy. What chance of winning was there
Pessimism spread among all the defenders, causing despair to appear on their faces.
Many people tightly grasped the weapons in their hands, trying their best to calm their frightened bodies.
Several veterans made the Sky Eagle Salute and offered their final prayers.
Watching the demons and traitors attacking again, he prayed silently that his soul could return to the throne and be with his dead comrades.
Suddenly, the eerie whispers disappeared.
Everyone felt an unknown force surging in their bodies, driving away their pain, fatigue and despair, and making their bodies strong again.
The ecstasy on the faces of the crazy Chaos Warriors, Demons, and cultists disappeared, and all of them were filled with terrible fear.
Guilliman walked out of the sanctuary, like an angry demigod of war walking from the divine realm to reality. The Sword of the Emperor was burning fiercely, and wherever the light reached, the shadows of the Warp were defeated and fled one after another.
"I have returned." Guilliman let out a battle cry and started running. Celestine and others followed closely behind him, rushing towards the army of demons and traitors with him.
They were like sharp spears, piercing directly into the enemy's formation. As soon as they came into contact, a terrible massacre occurred, and broken limbs flew everywhere.
"Counterattack, everyone listen up, charge." Seeing that the Saints, the Grand Marshals, and the Chapter Masters were all guarding a demigod who only appeared in mythology, the battlefield commander realized that the plan of the Mechanicus Grand Sage Belisarius Cawl had succeeded, and a son of the Emperor had been resurrected.
Victory is waving to them, mankind will prosper forever and the glory of the empire will be immortal.
He roared angrily and ordered the entire army to charge.
"For Mankind, for the Emperor."
"For Mankind, for the Emperor."
The soldiers who heard the order climbed out of the trenches, shouted oaths, and rushed towards the already cowardly Chaos army.
"For Humanity, for the Emperor." An ordinary soldier shouted with all his might. The poisonous smoke rushed into his mouth and nose, making him cough violently. But he did not hesitate at all. He rushed towards the nearest cultist with his weapon in hand and stabbed the opponent with the bayonet made using single-molecule technology.
"Pay the price, traitor." Another soldier climbed out of the trench, holding a laser gun and shooting at the enemies he saw, venting his anger.
The situation on Macragge was reversed in an instant. The Chaos forces continued to lose the territories they occupied and were defeated by the counterattacking humans.
roar!
With a roar, realizing the defeat of the Chaos army, the cultist used the lives of his followers to summon a flaming great demon.
The big demon is huge, strong, and covered with metallic bone spurs. It looks extremely terrifying, and its breath alone is enough to make many people tremble with fear.
The believers' vitality was drained immediately, and then they spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.
"Primarch?" The Great Demon entered the real space from the warp with the help of sacrifice, and smelled Guilliman's breath at the first moment.
The two boys, burning with flames, immediately locked onto the primarchs fighting on the battlefield.
The skull of the Primarch would be the best gift to the Blood God. It revealed a hideous smile, roared again that shook the entire world, and rushed forward.