Chapter 17 The Emperor’s Angel

"Sir, do you have any instructions for summoning me?"

Sicarius walked in, looked at Guilliman who was sitting upright, and asked in confusion.

Guilliman stood up, and the armor made a beautiful sound as he moved.

He always wears the armor that brought him back from the dead.

This suit of armor is not just a creation of the Mechanicus, it contains a hint of the power of Death. It is the power of Death that fills the wounds in Guilliman's soul and allows him to be resurrected.

In the duel in Thessala, Guilliman was stabbed severely by the traitorous primarch Fulgrim. The knife pierced his neck, causing him to sleep for tens of thousands of years.

That wound was not just a physical wound, it was also a wound on the soul.

Otherwise, even if the heart of the original body is dug out, the original body will not die suddenly.

The Primarch Ferus was killed because Fulgrim used a weapon containing the power of Chaos, otherwise he would never be able to kill a Primarch.

So far, Guilliman has no means to get rid of this suit of armor. Perhaps when his cheat database is unlocked to the second level, he will be able to find a way.

"The Astropath received a message that the Sarah galaxy was besieged by plague warriors and they needed some help. I analyzed the message and found that this galaxy is on our way, so I made a decision.

Prepare to let the Macragge's Glory lead a part of the fleet to solve the problems in this galaxy. I need you to gather warriors so that when we jump out of the subspace, we can form a force. Our speed must be as fast as possible

Hurry, after cleaning up the Sarah galaxy, we will return to the fleet and head to the industrial galaxy-Connaught."

Sicarius hesitated for a moment and then said in a cautious tone, "You don't need to do this yourself. Just leave it to Captain Fecris. He will complete it well. You should not get involved in the battlefield.

, we cannot bear the risk of losing you."

"No, I can't make a decision and then let others fight for this decision, while I hide behind, and the fleet will eventually be separated, and must be separated to help different galaxies. I am the original body, and the Empire needs

I am victorious, the people of the empire need me to be victorious, this matter has been decided, Sicarius, go and prepare."

Guilliman's tone became solemn, leaving no room for doubt.

In addition to pacifying the people by going to the Sala System and clearing out the Plague Marines, Guilliman also had his own little plans.

The Lord of Dominance template can transform the faith of the people of the empire in him into strength. The higher the reputation and the more impressive the achievements, the more trust the people of the empire will have.

Just like the book of murder in the canyon, the buffs are constantly stacked, and in the end, people will kill people, and Buddhas will kill Buddhas.

Guilliman has always been very clear about his enemy, and that is the Evil God of Chaos.

He lives and the evil god dies.

If he dies, the evil god lives.

The opposition between the two parties is as sharp as water and fire, and there is no way to compromise or ease it.

One side must fall for this war to end.

Guilliman must seize every opportunity to increase his reputation and gain face, so that the people of the empire firmly believe that the thirteenth son of the empire, the Lord of Ultramar, is the light of salvation.

After hearing Guilliman's firm and unquestionable words, Sicarius could only agree.

He lowered his head and bowed, then turned around and walked out, gathering the warriors on the Macragge's Glory, getting them ready for battle, and striving to clear out the Sara galaxy as quickly as possible.

Guilliman will take a fleet alone to save the Sara system.

Other fleets will be managed by different heroes.

It is certainly powerful to gather such a large number of warships together.

But there is no way to win victory as soon as possible and restore the stability of Ultramar.

The fleets must be separated. Celestine, Amarych and other imperial heroes each lead a fleet to rescue those systems that are trapped in the claws of Chaos.

The ultimate goal of these fleets is Konor, the industrial system at the 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 Connaught system from different routes and save systems in need of rescue along the way.

When all the fleets arrive in the Connaught system, the overall situation of the crusade against the Chaos forces in the Ultramar star field will basically be decided, and then they can radiate to other star fields in the empire.

Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Gray and other imperial heroes did not want the original body to go to the battlefield in person, fearing that they would lose him like they did ten thousand years ago. However, they were still persuaded by Guilliman to complete the task with their fleets.

My own mission is to save those people who are in deep suffering.

On the bridge of Macragge's Glory.

The computer slaves connected to the main control center trembled so much that the nerve cables connected to their cerebral cortex also trembled.

The machine slaves announced the information in neat voices.

"Coordinate data detected, Sarah galaxy."

The captain with a mechanical arm used his electronic eyes to examine the many data windows in front of him and shouted: "Enter the physical space."

The data director, power director, and intelligence director share and update data at every moment as quickly as their respective mechanical components allow, so that they can better control this huge ship.

"The analysis of the coordinate data of the physical universe is completed."

"The energy lines are being converted and are trying to open the entrance to the physical universe."

"The powertrain remains stable."

In a series of urgent broadcasts, the 26-kilometer-long Macragge's Glory rushed out of the subspace, followed closely by the warships of other chapters, who fought together with Guilliman.

A large amount of information quickly poured into the bridge, and information was rapidly shared between warships.

The oriole made a shrill sound, and the cogitator's computer clicked at high speed.

"Alert, Chaos ship detected."

"Alert, Chaos ship detected."

The broadcasting machine connected to the auspicious device by nerve cables was twitching, and the brass speaker built into the throat quickly broadcast information about each enemy.

"Convert the Geller force field into a void shield, prepare the entire army for battle, fire freely, clean up these damn traitors, and let them know how powerful we are." The captain grabbed the railing in front of him and roared loudly.

Sarah Star.

Grix Hive.

This giant hive city with a long history has been mostly destroyed by the onslaught of Plague Marines.

The surviving civilians were evacuated to the huge astrological fortress, where the void shield was still functioning normally and was the survivors' last resort.

The roaring sound of artillery fire is still continuing, and the remaining planetary defenders, relying on the last fortress of the hive city, are sniping at the plague warriors, trying to block their steps.

The zombies created by the plague are gradually engulfing the defenders' positions, and the shadow of death is approaching step by step, making the defenders more desperate.

In the fortress, civilians with painful expressions cuddled together, trying to gain some spiritual strength from each other's warmth to support their survival in this desperate and dark world.

Men and women of appropriate age have been drafted into the battlefield, and then turned into corpses, fell on the battlefield, and then stood up again, becoming zombies of the plague.

An old woman was holding two children in her arms. The children's innocent eyes were full of fear and uneasiness, and the unspeakable sadness in their eyes was so distressing.

At an age that should have been innocent, he already understood the pain between life and death.

They were born in a dark age, and everything 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.

They watched their mother being grabbed by the plague zombies and shouting in pain to them to run away. They watched their mother being completely torn apart by the plague zombies.

"Grandma, didn't you always say that the emperor would protect us? Why didn't he send his own angels to save us? Nor did he save dad and mom." The girl, trembling with fear, looked at the state believers kneeling in prayer in the distance.

, then turned to look at the old woman holding him, and asked in a childish voice.

The old woman looked at the girl, tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, showed a kind smile, and held her tightly in her arms with her bony arms.

"Grandma doesn't know either. Maybe the emperor's angel is too busy."

Second update, I wanted to go early, but ended up being too tired and fell asleep
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