The Primaris Space Marines in Guilliman's hands are more terrifying than the original plot line.

The now-completed transformation of the Primaris Space Marines includes, in addition to the genetic technology Caul obtained from the original parent, the bio-dark matter engine transformation technology in Guilliman's hands.

The space warriors created using these new technologies have stronger reflexes and more terrifying hand-to-hand combat capabilities. Even if they do not have psychic talents, they can also control the energy of the real universe to launch attacks on the enemy.

This ability is very similar to the ability of the Star God.

The C'tan are also terrifying beings who can control reality without relying on the Warp.

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 the ground battle, he would blow up the star.

After blowing up the Milky Way, he took the human immigrants, installed thrusters on Terra, and ran with him.

For things that are lower than the lower limit, who is afraid of whom?

Guilliman stood up from his chair, walked to the porthole of Macragge's Glory, and stared outside.

The propeller lights of many merchant ships shone in the dark space, coming and going, and it was extremely prosperous.

The purge of the nobility did not shake the foundation of this place.

If there is money to be made, there will be businessmen.

In this world, businessmen did not create money, but money created businessmen.

As long as there is profit, businessmen will continue to come.

Ding.

A prompt sounded.

The announcement sounded.

The fleet will stay away from the stellar gravitational field of the Natal system in thirty minutes and enter the subspace jump navigation.

Opening a subspace entrance within a star's gravitational field is an extremely dangerous thing.

The chaotic gravitational field of the star will tear the ship into pieces.

Thinking of the Primaris Space Marines, Guilliman stared outside and thought of an important question.

It's been too busy at this time.

He didn't even have time to figure out the origin of his golden finger.

I just have some time now.

"Auxiliary Elf." Guilliman called in his heart.

[Here, (*▽*), host, do you need any help? 】

"Can I ask a question?"

[Of course (ω), the auxiliary elves serve the host. 】

"Who are you?" Guilliman asked a long-perplexed question in his mind.

If time travel and Golden Finger were to be placed in a novel, a casual explanation would be enough.

But now that I am in the real universe, why does the golden finger work?

soul?

consciousness?

Or projection?

Or is it a Tzeentch conspiracy??

Will Goldfinger be captured by the evil god?

If you are captured, will the evil god trace you back to the original world? If you trace him back to the original world, will you invade him?

And what’s going on with the control panel??

Why is it so similar to the kind of faith collection in the game??

[I am an auxiliary elf, the host, an auxiliary elf who can help you solve problems and search for answers.]

"Are you some kind of supreme creation? Am I still his game or his pawn?"

【(⊙o⊙)…, I suggest the host not to think too much.】

"But I want to know the answer."

Guilliman asked quietly.

He knew that this universe had an evil god named Tzeentch who claimed to possess multi-level knowledge.

If the opponent creates a cheat to trick him, then the battle will be over.

Guilliman properly wrote a letter of surrender and found a way to become a demon without taking refuge in the four gods.

If you can't beat it, you have no choice but to join.

If the Emperor turns a blind eye to Tzeentch's tricks, then what hope is there?

[In the face of a true multi-level civilization, the power of any individual and the so-called omniscience and omnipotence are meaningless. The host. The knowledge database is a gift from the past civilization and a means to help the host shape civilization. The focus should be on how to use it, not

How to get it.】

"There is no point 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 civilization that moves forward firmly can shape the path to truth. 】

"What's the meaning."

[It means that when the road of truth comes to an end, even the unknown has been analyzed, and there is no road at all. Civilization needs to build it by itself, and construct a road to truth that does not exist. Any existence that claims to be omniscient and omnipotent

They will all fall behind in complacency and become rubbish that can be easily destroyed.]

[Life, the universe, and truth are all evolving. The truth of the past may not be applicable to the present, and the truth of the present must lag behind the future. 】

[Even if someone knows all the truths of the universe at this moment, what's the use? But new truths will be created to replace the old truths, but the so-called omniscient ones still hold on to their own truths and think they are all.

Isn’t it stupid??]

[In the early days of the creation of the Internet, someone understood all the programming methods developed at that time and claimed to be the omniscient person of the Internet. But as time went by, new programming methods were created by latecomers. From the simplest English programming to belt-tightening

Graphics with pixels can create a simulation program that is as real as a world. But that person claims that he is the omniscient person of the Internet with programming knowledge that even Snake could not achieve in the early days of the Internet. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?

?]

Guilliman touched his chin and shook his head, "I don't understand at all. I can only feel that you despise the so-called omniscient one."

[Only humble study and research can continuously glimpse and shape the truth. Any omniscient person is just a foolish spokesperson. They are self-righteous and cannot see the pluralistic truth. 】

[The control panel and the knowledge database are gifts from civilization, the host. These two things are to better assist you in developing civilization in all aspects, and to tie you to civilization, so that you know that only by developing civilization can you gain

strength.】

[With the help of the database, you can take the final step based on the previous civilization. The auxiliary elves are the creations of civilization, and only civilizations will think about passing on and continuing knowledge to future generations. ]

"Then what civilization created you??" Guilliman asked.

[The host authority is not enough, (*▽*), there are regulations and cannot be said. 】

"Then what advice can you give me?" Guilliman asked.

[It is recommended that the host should not think too much, sleep more, eat on time, drink more hot water, do not get angry, and do not die suddenly.]

Guilliman's face suddenly darkened. Why was his golden finger stretching his crotch so much?!

He thought that the other party directly made a list and asked him to become stronger step by step.

It's good now, there is nothing.

From the beginning to the end, I have given myself a layer of unlocking permissions on the database, and nothing else.

What a piece of crap this system is.

"Assistant Elf, are you acting a bit useless??"

[(ω), I really feel that it is not very useful, then the host can just work hard and assist the elf salted fish. 】

Guilliman:

Do you really have no sense of shame as a goldfinger?

Shouldn't he stand up and prove to his host how powerful he is?

There was a knock on the door.

"My lord, Sicarius wants to see you."

Fikris's voice came from outside the door.

"Let him come over." Guilliman stopped talking to the auxiliary elves and became serious and solemn again.

The Natal System left Guilliman's fleet and began the task of recruiting soldiers.

The Primarch needs enough soldiers to fight for him, to carry his will to support various suffering planets and drive out the enemies of mankind.
To be continued...