The Primaris Space Marines in Guilliman's hands are even more terrifying than those in the original plot line.
The Primaris Space Marines that have now been transformed, in addition to the genetic technology that Cawl obtained from the original mother, also have the biological dark matter engine transformation technology in the hands of Guilliman.
Space Marines created using these new technologies have stronger reactions and more terrifying melee abilities. Even if they don't have psychic talent, they can manipulate the energy of the real universe to attack their enemies.
This ability is very similar to that of a star god.
C'tan are also terrifying creatures that can control reality without relying on the subspace.
World-destroying weapons are also being forged, and more terrifying weapons are about to be born from Macragge.
Guilliman also made a decision secretly. If he couldn't win the ground battle, he would burn the glass. If he couldn't win by burning the glass, he would blow up the stars.
After blowing up the galaxy, he would lead the human immigrants, equip Terra with thrusters, and run away with it.
When it comes to lower-level things, no one is afraid of anyone.
Guilliman rose from his chair, walked to the porthole of the Macragge's Glory, and peered out.
The propeller lights of many merchant ships flickered in the dark space, coming and going, an unusually prosperous scene.
The purge of the nobility did not shake the foundations of this place.
Where there is money to be made, there will be businessmen.
In this world, it is not businessmen who create money, but money that creates businessmen.
As long as there is profit, merchants will come in an endless stream.
bite.
A prompt sounded.
The announcement sounded.
The fleet will move away from the stellar gravitational field of the Natal system in thirty minutes and enter subspace jump navigation.
Opening a subspace portal within the gravitational field of a star is an extremely dangerous thing.
The chaotic gravitational field of the star will tear the ship apart.
Thinking about the Primaris Space Marines, Guilliman stared outside and thought of an important question.
It's been a very busy time.
He didn't even have time to figure out the origin of his golden finger.
There is some time now.
"Assistant elf." Guilliman called in his heart.
Yes, (*?▽?*), host, is there anything I can help you with
"Can I ask a question?"
Of course you can (?ω?), the auxiliary elves are there to serve the host.
"Who are you?" Guilliman asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time in his heart.
Time travel and golden fingers, if they were put into a novel, they could just be explained casually.
But I am now in the real universe, why does the golden finger work?
soul
consciousness
Or projection
Or is it a conspiracy of Tzeentch
Will Goldfinger be captured by the evil god
If captured, will the evil god track them down to their original world? If so, will they invade their original world
And what about the control panel
Why is it so similar to the kind of faith collection in the game?
I am an auxiliary elf, host, an auxiliary elf who can help you solve problems and search for answers.
"Are you some supreme being? Am I his game or his pawn?"
(⊙o⊙)…, it is recommended that the host do not think too much.
“But I want to know the answer.”
Guilliman asked in a deep voice.
He knew that this universe had an evil god, Tzeentch, who claimed to possess multi-level knowledge.
If the other party creates a golden finger to trick him, then this battle will be over.
Guilliman wrote a letter of surrender and found a way to ascend to the level of a demon without surrendering to the Four Gods.
If you can't beat them, you can only join them.
If the Emperor turns a blind eye to Tzeentch's manipulations, what hope is there
In the face of a true multi-level civilization, the power and so-called omniscience of any individual are meaningless. Host. The knowledge database is a gift from a past civilization and a means to help the host shape civilization. The focus should be on how to use it, not how to obtain it.
"There is no meaning in being omnipotent and omniscient?" Guilliman frowned.
There is no true omniscience and omnipotence in the multiverse. At the end of truth, even the unknown does not exist. Only when civilization moves forward firmly can it shape the path to truth.
"What's the meaning."
This means that when the road to truth comes to an end, even the unknown has been resolved, and there is no road at all. Civilization needs to build and construct the non-existent road to truth. Any existence that claims to be omniscient and omnipotent will inevitably fall behind in complacency and become garbage that can be easily destroyed.
Life, the universe, truth, everything is evolving. The truth of the past may not be applicable to the present, and the truth of the present will inevitably lag behind the future.
Even if someone knows all the truths of the universe at this moment, what is the use? New truths will be created to replace the old truths. Isn't it stupid for the so-called omniscient person to still hold on to his own truths and think that they are all there is
In the early days of the Internet, someone understood all the programming methods developed at that time and claimed to be an omniscient person of the Internet. However, as time went by, new programming methods were created by later generations. From the simplest English programming to pixel graphics, simulation programs that can be as real as a world. That person, holding on to the programming knowledge of the early days of the Internet that could not even be written by Snake, claimed to be an omniscient person of the Internet. Isn’t it ridiculous?
Guilliman touched his chin and shook his head. "I don't understand it at all. I can only feel that you despise the so-called omniscient one."
Only through humble learning and research can we constantly gain insight into and shape the truth. Any omniscient person is nothing more than a foolish spokesperson. They are self-righteous and unable to see the diverse truth.
The control panel and the knowledge database are both gifts from civilization, host. These two things are meant to better assist you in the all-round development of civilization and to bind you to civilization, letting you know that only by developing civilization can you gain power.
With the help of the database, you can take the final step based on the previous civilization. Auxiliary elves are the creation of civilization, and only civilization will think about passing on and continuing knowledge to future generations.
"What civilization created you?" Guilliman asked.
The host does not have enough authority, (*?▽?*), there are regulations and cannot be disclosed.
"What advice can you give me?" Guilliman asked.
It is recommended that the host should not think too much, get more sleep, eat on time, drink more hot water, do not get angry, and do not die suddenly.
Guilliman's face darkened immediately. Why was his gold finger so lame? !
He thought the other party would simply give him a list and let him become stronger step by step.
Now, there is nothing.
From the beginning to the end, I only gave myself one layer of unlocking permissions for the database, and nothing else.
What a crap system this is.
"Assistant Elf, are you a little useless with this performance?"
(????ω????)?, I really feel that it is of no use, so the host should work hard and the auxiliary elf should just be a lazy guy.
Guilliman: ... ... ...
Do you really have no sense of shame as a gold finger?
Shouldn't he stand up and prove to the host how powerful he is?
There was a knock on the door.
"Sir, Sicarius wishes to see you."
Fikris's voice came from outside the door.
"Let him come over." Guilliman put away the attitude he had when talking to the auxiliary elf and became serious and solemn again.
... ... ... ..
The Natal system begins recruiting soldiers after Guilliman's fleet leaves.
The Primarch needed enough soldiers to fight for him, to carry his will to support the suffering planets, and to drive out the enemies of humanity.
"We have countless enemies. Some of them are grotesque and strange, holding terrible weapons to slaughter humans. Some are hypocritical, pretending to be a gentle blood-sucking devil, greedily sucking every drop of blood from the civilians of the empire. I hope you can fight alongside me. I will wipe out these enemies in the name of the Emperor's own son, and let the empire usher in a new beginning."
Guilliman's roar before he was led away still echoed in Hawke's mind, prompting him to walk into the long conscription line.
He will sign up, then be sent to a training base, and then to the battlefield.
He glanced in the direction of Residential Area No. 2, which had been his entire life.
Now, he is going to pursue another life.
People would die on the battlefield, but Hawke didn't care.
What matters is not how long your life is, but whether it burns meaningfully.
Instead of lying in a hospital bed when you are old, crying and waiting for death, it is better to burn yourself to your heart's content.
Hawke knows what he wants to pursue. He will be firmly loyal to the Emperor, will firmly support the Primarch, and fight against the aliens and those hypocritical enemies lurking within the Empire.
"Humanity will win, the Empire will win."
Hawke whispered the last slogan left by his friend in the world.