Chapter 265 Come here, join the battle on the moon!
Solar Star Domain, edge of the solar system.
The fleet from Erth quietly arrived in the solar system and sailed forward slowly.
The battleship headed by it looks gorgeous and mysterious under the light of the distant sun.
Every inch of its metal shimmers with mottled golden light, as if it were forged from stars, giving it a dreamlike beauty.
That was the flagship of the great savior - the Dream, a battleship from the golden age of mankind, possessing terrifying destructive power.
Inside the Dream.
Sanctuary of the Savior, miniature garden.
The gentle light from the artificial sun lamp shines, and the green grass and green trees rustle in the breeze.
The water is gurgling in the small pond next to it, and you can see fish swimming around.
"Ah~ This clone body is still comfortable..."
A body about 1.8 meters stretched, and he stepped into the grass along the cobblestone path with rabbit ear cotton slippers.
Ron took a breath of the fresh air that was as refreshing as after the rain, feeling quite comfortable.
Compared with the huge body of the original body that has grown to 2.8 meters, he prefers the current savior clone*ordinary version.
After all, being too tall brings a lot of inconvenience to life and loses a lot of fun.
This time when he came to Holy Terra, he came as the steward of the Govindi family. His character was a loyal family vassal who grew up taking care of the Govindi brothers and sisters.
So a mediocre ordinary clone was activated.
Under normal circumstances, sailing across the galaxy is not a comfortable thing.
But the Fantasy is different.
After several rounds of modifications, the Savior’s Sanctuary in the ship’s cabin is almost like a resort.
There is also a forest oxygen bar inside.
Ron simply stretched and lay down on the rocking chair under the shade of the tree, enjoying the coolness under the dappled shade.
This is a means of recuperation for him, to experience more of the joy of being a human being in order to resist the erosion of the divine side.
"Savior..."
Linda walked over with a fruit plate and put it down, then gently leaned over to massage Ron.
"Hiss~ The strength is good."
Lying on his back, Ron could see a ray of white skin dancing in front of his eyes.
It has been a long time since he had a massage.
When his body got closer to the original body, those muscles like fine steel could not be squeezed by ordinary people, and he could not even feel the slightest sensation when soaking in boiling water.
I can’t even enjoy the one-stop bathing and sauna.
Along with the gentle massage, Ron slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
After arriving at the bright side of the empire, he collected a lot of information.
The return of the original body is like a huge stone smashing into a calm lake to the Milky Way, setting off a turbulent wave that shakes every corner of the Galaxy.
At the grand ceremony held on Macragge to announce the return of the Primarch to the entire Empire, Guilliman announced that he would travel to Holy Terra to reorganize the situation in the Empire from the capital.
When the news spread from the extreme star field, the empire fell into jubilation.
Space Marines from the Raven Guard, White Scars, Space Wolves, and Dark Angels arrived to join the Primarch.
In addition, the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, the Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii, the Battle Sisters, the Knight Family and the Titan Legion also sent their own fresh forces to support.
Guilliman integrated a large-scale legion at an astonishing speed.
He then boarded the flagship of the Ultramarines, the Glorious Queen-class battleship - Macragge's Glory.
Leading a mighty legion on a pilgrimage to Holy Terra.
This is so exciting.
However, Ron knew that this pilgrimage expedition was destined to be a terrible ordeal.
Guilliman's journey will be more difficult than expected.
The Chaos Gods and his fallen Primarch brothers will stop at nothing to prevent him from reaching Holy Terra.
Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines who pulled his hips against the wind, fell to the ground against the wind and rose up, and who has always received the most severe beatings.
Will be hit hard by all the dark forces.
But in any case, the emergence of the original body will give the empire and even Ron some breathing space.
After all, if the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up, and Guilliman, the Emperor's own son, is that tall person.
If this tall man has three strengths and two weaknesses, with his reputation as the Emperor's favorite and the Demon Eater in the subspace.
He became the tall one in the empire.
If his true form in the real universe was caught again, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.
"Sigh, I don't know how my brother Guilliman is doing. Where is he? Has he arrived at Holy Terra?"
Ron sighed.
He is quite concerned about Guilliman's condition.
After all, everyone worked under the God-Emperor, so they can be considered half-brothers after all.
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Somewhere on the Internet.
The Glory of Macragge led the broken fleet forward slowly.
Compared with when it set off, this fleet lost at least two-thirds of its ships and troops.
Macragge's Glory, Sanctuary of the Primarch.
In a private room.
Guilliman's huge body was squeezed in front of the desk, with piles of documents stacked in front of him.
He frowned, his handsome and noble face had wrinkles, his blond hair had become thinner, his hairline had moved up, and a few strands of gray hair could be vaguely seen.
Even more amazing.
There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and the muscles in his jaw were tense all the time.
It was a sign of exhaustion and grief.
At this moment, the original body has a trace of age, which is not the trace of time, but the result of long-term fighting and worry.
This is a journey full of suffering.
Guilliman thought so.
After he led the Pilgrimage Expedition from Macragge.
In order to avoid the attack of Chaos, the expeditionary force only dared to make the shortest subspace jump.
But this did not escape the tentacles of chaos.
Some ships ominously disappeared, and more and more commanders sought blessings from Saint Celestine with pleading words.
Come and be emboldened for this dangerous journey.
However, more attacks came.
Nurgle demons attacked the fleet, cracks appeared in the hulls, and Nurgle spirits poured out, much like pus flowing out of a ruptured wound.
Fortunately, Inquisitor Greyfax led a commando team composed of Sisters and Space Marines to stop all this.
She entered the enemy's rear, jumped down from a high place, and killed the evil Nurgle with one blow on the Plague Throne carried by a group of Nurglings.
As the attacks from Chaos Daemons increase, each day brings more reports of disappearances.
But no one in the expeditionary force gave up easily.
Because Holy Terra is ahead!
However, in addition to the Chaos Demons, there are more forces involved in the siege.
Although his two fallen primarch brothers, the Death Guard Primarch Moritaan and the fallen Phoenix Fulgrim, did not participate in the attack.
But he also used his avatar to send the most filthy "gifts" and threats.
When the fleet reached the edge of the Maelstrom, he was ambushed by the third brother of the Fallen Primarch, Magnus.
The Crimson King crafted a terrifying trap using a series of psychic rituals.
Drawed the entire pilgrimage expedition fleet into the maelstrom.
Due to the failure to activate the Geller force field shield in time, a large number of pilgrim ships were completely destroyed by the surging subspace capabilities.
Within the Maelstrom, what awaits the fleet is the swift offensive of the Red Corsairs, a Chaos Space Marine warband.
Although in the end he led the fleet to repel the red pirates.
However, the fleet was inevitably trapped in the maelstrom and could only wander aimlessly, without direction or direction.
At the same time, the fleet was attacked by increasing numbers of daemons and Chaos interstellar warbands.
As the original body, he suffered countless attacks and killings.
But he carried it over, and with the Emperor's Sword in his hand, he completely wiped out dozens of big demons.
It was a difficult and long-lasting war.
Since time in the maelstrom is stagnant, no one knows how long they have been trapped.
A few years, decades, or longer?
What’s more troublesome is that the Pilgrim Expedition is suffering from increasing casualties due to ambushes by Chaos Space Marines and Daemons.
Fortunately, with the arrival of the illusion of the Eldar, things have taken a turn for the better.
Under its guidance, the Pilgrimage Expedition finally arrived at a window area that could be navigated.
There, the Pilgrim Expeditionary Force saw countless abandoned ships, linked to each other by chains, forming an endless giant network.
With this giant web, the Chaos Space Marines and Daemons launched more violent attacks.
He fought his way into the enemy's core area, but was plotted by Carlos, the chief demon of Tzeentch.
It turns out that Carlos had implanted an imperceptible ray of self-doubt deep in his heart, and that ray of self-doubt catalyzed a terrible spell.
Then, the negative emotions deep in his heart broke out, and his self-emotions turned into crystal chains and were bound.
He, the Emperor's son, was suppressed by his ego, fell to his knees in shame, and became a prisoner!
Carlos threatened the other warriors with him as a hostage, and the desperate warriors had to put down their weapons.
Become a prisoner with him...
Recalling this memory, Guilliman felt a flash of pain in his eyes. He hated himself for not having stronger power!
Later, he and the warriors were imprisoned in the fortress of Huron, the Lord of the Red Pirates and the Black-Hearted King.
The Daemon Lord Skarbrand of Khorne came to seize the Primarch's skull with his army of daemons, but the Daemon Kalos of Tzeentch had a different idea.
The two sides started a war over this.
Taking this opportunity, the mysterious Eldar troops sent by Efreyne infiltrated the fortress and rescued him.
The illusion that previously gave guidance to the fleet was also created by this Eldar companion by ordering the Shadow Veil Walker.
In the end he escaped and was able to return to the fleet.
Finally, under the guidance of the Shadow Veil Walker, the fleet entered the Webway Gate and left the Maelstrom.
The Pilgrim Expedition will travel along the Webway to Holy Terra at a faster speed.
In a private room.
"The Webway..."
Guilliman muttered.
At this moment, he finally realized the convenience of the Webway and its great help to mankind.
How he longed to have the webway.
At the same time, he also understood why his father left everything behind to study the Internet. That is indeed what humanity needs.
Only in this way can humans avoid the turbulent subspace and obtain safer shipping lanes.
"It's a pity that my father failed, and fate did not allow humans to have that gift!"
Guilliman was a little sad and angry.
Even my father failed and paid a huge price for it.
Can humans still have hope of controlling the Webway?
Suddenly, Guilliman thought of something.
The Demon Eater seems to be able to enter the webway in some way...
It's just that the other party is too mysterious, so that the empire does not have any information about this existence.
Some even claimed that he was a heretic and an enemy of the empire.
"It would be great if I could find the Demon Eater. I will personally invite him to join the empire, even if he is made a high lord..."
Guilliman sighed deeply. A breath full of exhaustion.
Although only a few years have passed in the real universe, he has been fighting fiercely in the maelstrom for decades or even longer.
This brought great pain and exhaustion to his body and heart.
If possible, Guilliman wished that he had always slept and never awakened.
After all, it would be crazy for anyone to face a super mess that has been accumulated for thousands of years as soon as they open their eyes.
He really wanted to lie down and never wake up again.
However, he couldn't...
"Hope still exists, and I cannot fall before mankind welcomes the light!" Guilliman suppressed the pain, his eyes filled with unyielding light.
Even if he falls time and time again under the siege of dark forces, he will never give in.
He will rise again and again to vent his rage on his enemies.
Until every enemy of mankind pays the price for the sins they have committed!
Guilliman planned in his heart a war of revenge against the enemies of mankind, which he named - the Indomitable Crusade.
Hope lies ahead. When he reaches Holy Terra, he will gather the power of the empire to start this war...
However, before that, he still needs to deal with many matters.
Guilliman calmed down his emotions, tried to become calm, and then looked up at the pile of documents in front of him.
He took a deep breath once, and then again.
The primarch tried his best to alleviate his dislike of complicated documents.
To be honest, he would rather fight the enemy than deal with these damn files.
But these things have to be dealt with.
Every time a ship leaps out of the warp, the fleet's astropaths do their best to push away the darkness of the void.
Collect every piece of information about the current state of the empire.
Eventually, this information will be sent to this private room.
He must learn as much as possible about the situation in the Empire before arriving at Holy Terra.
Guilliman raised his huge palm, gently picked up a document and looked at it.
He must be careful, otherwise once these documents fall to the ground, he will be wearing the heavy armor of fate.
You have to get down on the ground to pick it up.
That scene is not pretty.
Guilliman used his vast mental powers as a Primarch to absorb the information in those documents.
Just the contents of one document after another made his heart gradually fall into the abyss.
The situation in the empire is worse than he imagined!
That information shows the current state of the empire:
Frequent supernatural disasters, demonic invasions, and rampant plagues throughout various galaxies;
Psychics and mutants are growing at an explosive rate, followed by all kinds of terrifying and crazy visions;
The loyal servants of the empire and the planetary governors of various civilized worlds have transformed into cultists and are wreaking havoc.
The alien army followed the pace of Chaos and took advantage of the raging waves of subspace to invade massively. Countless civilized worlds were devastated by the flames of war!
Suffering from grief, Guilliman looked at those documents day and night, extracting the needed information.
Prepare for the next plan.
As for rest, he has lost the ability to sleep since he woke up.
Coupled with the constant noise from the Armor of Destiny, he had no moment of peace at all.
Even if the original body has energy beyond ordinary people.
However, the intense thinking over the past few days still made Guilliman completely exhausted, and he became more vigorous.
A whole stack of papers was scattered on the floor.
Seeing this, the original body closed his eyes in pain: "Father, how I wish someone could share all this with me..."
...
Saint residence.
This is the residence of the living saint Saint Celestine.
The room was empty except for a cold iron bed.
For Saint Celestine, there was only one thing in her life, and that was to fight for the Great Will.
Nothing else.
However, now, there is a special color in the life of this living saint.
Saint Celestine sat beside the bed, her angelic face looking cold, pure and flawless.
However, in her arms, she was holding a big white bear puppet.
She secretly asked Macragge's tailor to make it, and brought it to her residence to accompany her to sleep.
Saint Celestine picked up the big white bear, pinched its face, and then fell into a daze again.
She was thinking about someone.
Since encountering the Demon Eater here, the Pilgrimage Expedition Fleet has been trapped in a maelstrom for decades.
She kept repeating the same dream.
In the dream, there was the figure of the Demon Eater, this big white bear, and a young but extremely handsome face.
Saint Celestine keenly felt that the Demon Eater and that handsome face were one.
That handsome face is the true appearance of the Demon Eater.
What this silver-haired angel didn't know was that the energy of the little sun accidentally invaded the concrete illusion of her soul and healed her soul.
However, the price was that the figure of the demon eater and savior remained deep in her soul.
And after decades of development, this influence has gradually deepened.
Saint Celestine liked this big white bear very much. She felt that its existence brought more fun to her life.
Just the existence of the big white bear inevitably reminded her of the Demon Eater and his handsome face.
Saint Celestine subconsciously tugged on the big white bear, and a trace of rosy color suddenly flashed on her fair face.
She had to admit.
I have a slight affection for Mr. Demon Eater and want to see him again.
But how to find him?
What should I say to him after meeting him?
The silver-haired angel continued to be in a daze.
She told no one about this matter, it was an eternal secret in her heart...
Boom——
The ship suddenly trembled.
Saint Celestine immediately became alert and resumed the aura of a Valkyrie, a holy angel.
She carefully placed the big white bear, and then picked up the Sword of Blazing Heart on the bedside.
She then received a communication from the Emperor's Son Guilliman.
The enemy is about to arrive!
According to Guilliman's judgment, Magnus hoped to follow them and invade Holy Terra directly through the portal opened by the Eldar.
However, Guilliman did not intend to let his opponent succeed.
He ordered the Shadow Veil Walker to open another, more secret, webway gate passed down from ancient times, hidden in the moon.
The Pilgrim Expedition fleet will emerge from the Webway Gate on the moon, trying to escape the pursuit of the Thousand Sons fleet as much as possible.
If they fail to get rid of each other, they will have a big battle on the moon.
Saint Celestine closed the communication, clenched her hand slightly, and the Sword of Blazing Heart burned with golden flames.
Get ready to fight!
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Dream number.
Sanctuary of the Savior, miniature garden.
Ron was wearing a facial mask, sunbathing on the recliner, and meditating.
Dip——
The sudden prompt sound made him jump.
That's an emergency signal.
Did the fleet encounter any enemy, or was it blocked by Guilliman?
Ron quickly took off the mask and stood up, grabbed the data panel to check the message, and then frowned.
According to Shahim's report, the fleet had arrived near Holy Terra, but they were detected.
A fierce battle took place on the moon, and the Imperial fleet was engaging in firefights with the enemy.
Finally ask him what to do?
"Good guy, I didn't expect to catch up..."
Ron sighed.
That should be the battle on the moon involving both Guilliman and Magnus.
But everyone is here, you must go!
You can't watch your half-brother being beaten, right?
Besides, this is also a good opportunity.
The long-dormant Govendi family, a merchant of imperial blood, led the fleet to participate in the battle to save Holy Terra.
How loyal!
This is a rare opportunity to gain qualifications and honors, and also gain Guilliman's favor.
This will make things later much more convenient.
No one will have too many difficulties with the verification process.
Ron immediately asked Shahim to lead the Govindi to participate in the battle and gain as many results as possible.
After all, the Govindi is loaded with many relic-level weapons and should be able to overturn several warships in a melee.
As for the Dream, it is not convenient to show up.
He hesitated for a while, then ordered the commander of the Dream to activate the shielding mode and quietly approach the battlefield within a safe range.
After giving the order, Ron got up and headed to the bridge. He wanted to take another look at the situation and see if there was any chance to take advantage of the chaos and take advantage of the situation.
He, the great savior, is ready to blast the Red King!
(End of this chapter)