"Lord, have you summoned me for instructions?"
Sicarius walked in, looking at the seated Guilliman, and asked in confusion.
Guilliman stood up, his armor making a beautiful sound with his movements.
He wore the armor that brought him back to life at all times.
This set of armor was not just a creation of the Mechanicus; it contained a trace of the power of the God of Death, and it was this power that filled the wounds in Guilliman's soul, allowing him to be resurrected.
In that duel on Iax, Guilliman was severely stabbed by the traitorous Primarch Fulgrim. That stab pierced his neck, causing him to fall into a slumber for ten thousand years.
That wound was not just a physical injury; it was also a wound on his soul.
Otherwise, even if a Primarch's heart were dug out, they would not die instantly.
The slain Primarch Ferrus Manus also died because Fulgrim used a weapon imbued with the power of Chaos; otherwise, it would have been impossible to kill a Primarch.
So far, Guilliman has no means to get rid of this set of armor. Perhaps when his cheat database is unlocked to the second layer, he will find a way.
"The Astropaths received a message that the Sara system is under siege by Plague Marines, and they need some help. I have analyzed this information, and this system is on our route, so I have made a decision.
I plan to have Macragge's Glory lead a portion of the fleet to resolve the issue in this system. I need you to assemble the warriors so that we can form a force as soon as we exit the warp.
We must clear the Sara system as quickly as possible, and then we will rejoin the fleet and head to the industrial system of Konor."
Sicarius hesitated for a moment before saying in a cautious tone, "This matter does not require your personal involvement. It would be fine to leave it to Captain Phicris; he will handle it very well. You should not enter the battlefield. We cannot afford the risk of losing you."
"No, I cannot make a decision and then have others fight for that decision while I hide behind.
Moreover, the fleet will eventually have to split up; it must split up to help different systems.
I am a Primarch. The Imperium needs me to achieve victory. The citizens of the Imperium need me to achieve victory. This matter is decided, Sicarius. Go and prepare."
Guilliman's tone became solemn and beyond question.
Going to the Sara system to clear out the Plague Marines, in addition to appeasing the people, Guilliman also had his own little plan.
The Lord of Ultramar template can convert the faith of the citizens of the Imperium in him into power. The higher his reputation and the more brilliant his achievements, the more the people of the Imperium will trust him.
It's like a killing spree in the valley, constantly stacking buffs until in the end, anyone who stands in his way is killed, and even Buddhas are killed.
Guilliman has always been clear about his enemies, and that is the Chaos Gods.
If he lives, the Chaos Gods die.
If he dies, the Chaos Gods live.
The opposition between the two sides is like fire and water, extremely sharp, with no way to compromise or ease the tension.
One side must fall for this war to end.
Guilliman must seize every opportunity to raise his reputation and gain recognition, so that the citizens of the Imperium firmly believe that he, the Thirteenth lord Primarch, the Lord of Ultramar, is the light of salvation.
Hearing Guilliman's firm and unquestionable words, Sicarius could only agree.
He lowered his head, bowed, and then turned and walked out, assembling the warriors on Macragge's Glory, preparing them for battle, and striving to clear the Sara system as quickly as possible.
Guilliman will lead a fleet alone to rescue the Sara system.
Other fleets will be managed by different heroes.
Gathering such a large number of warships together is certainly powerful.
However, there is no way to achieve victory quickly and restore stability to Ultramar.
The fleet must be divided. Celestine, Amalrich, and other heroes of the Imperium will each lead a fleet to rescue the systems deeply mired in the clutches of Chaos.
The ultimate destination of these fleets is the industrial system of Konor, located at the outermost edge of the Ultramar system and closest to the edge of the Imperial territory.
The heroes of the Imperium will travel to the Konor system via different routes and rescue the systems along the way that need assistance.
When all the fleets reach the Konor system, the work of eradicating the forces of Chaos within the Ultramar system will be largely decided, and then it can spread to other systems of the Imperium.
Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Grey, and other heroes of the Imperium did not want the Primarch to personally go to the battlefield, fearing that they would lose him again, as they did ten thousand years ago. However, they were still persuaded by Guilliman and each led their fleets to complete their missions and rescue those suffering in hardship.
On the bridge of Macragge's Glory.
The servitors connected to the main control center began to tremble, the amplitude of their shaking so great that the neural cables connected to their cerebral cortex also vibrated.
The servitors broadcasted information in a uniform voice.
"Detecting coordinate data, Sara system."
The captain, with his bionic arm, scrutinized the numerous data windows before him with his electronic eye and shouted, "Entering real space."
The Data Officer, Power Officer, and Intelligence Officer shared and updated data at every moment at the fastest speed allowed by their respective mechanical parts, so that they could better control this massive vessel.
"Real space coordinate data parsed."
"Energy lines are converting, attempting to open the real space entrance."
"Power system remains stable."
Amidst a series of rapid broadcasts, the twenty-six-kilometer-long Macragge's Glory burst out of the warp, followed closely by the warships of other Chapters, who would fight alongside Guilliman.
Massive amounts of information flooded into the bridge, and information between the warships was quickly shared.
The auspexes emitted a piercing sound, and the cogitators made the clicking sounds of high-speed operation.
"Alert, Chaos vessels detected."
"Alert, Chaos vessels detected."
The vox-casters connected to the auspexes via neural cables twitched, and the brass vox-emitters embedded in their throats rapidly broadcasted information about the enemies.
"Convert the Gellar Field to Void Shields, prepare the entire fleet for battle, fire at will, clear out these damned traitors, and let them know our might!" The captain grabbed the railing in front of him and roared loudly.
Sara System.
Glyphax Hive City.
This ancient, colossal hive city had largely fallen under the fierce assault of the Plague Marines.
The surviving civilians were evacuated to the massive Astropathic Fortress, where the void shields were still functioning normally, serving as the last refuge for the survivors.
The booming sound of artillery fire continued, and the remaining planetary defense forces, relying on the last fortresses of the hive city, were sniping at the Plague Marines, attempting to halt their advance.
The shambling horrors created by the plague were gradually devouring the defenders' positions, and the shadow of death was closing in, making the defenders increasingly desperate.
In the fortress, civilians with pained expressions huddled together, trying to draw some spiritual strength from each other's warmth to help them survive in this desperate, dark world.
Men and women of age had already been drafted onto the battlefield, only to become corpses, fall on the battlefield, and then rise again to become plague zombies.
An elderly woman held two children in her arms. The children's innocent eyes were filled with fear and unease, and the unspeakable sadness in their gaze was so heartbreaking.
At an age that should have been innocent, they already understood the pain between life and death.
They were born in an age of darkness, and all they saw was despair and suffering.
Their peaceful lives were completely shattered 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, screaming in pain for them to run quickly. They witnessed their mother being completely torn apart by the plague zombies.
"Grandma, didn't you always say the Emperor would protect us? Why didn't He send His angels to save us? And He didn't save Daddy and Mommy either."
The girl, trembling with fear, looked at the Imperial cult followers kneeling and praying in the distance, then turned back to the old woman holding her, and asked in a childish voice.
The old woman looked at the girl, trying her best to suppress the fear in her heart, and forced a kind smile. Her withered, bone-thin arms held her tightly in her embrace.
"Grandma doesn't know either. Perhaps the Emperor's angels are too busy."