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"Captain, I really didn't expect you to show up so suddenly."

Sidonus and Martin hugged each other, and his cold face looked very distorted because he hadn't smiled for a long time and couldn't make an expression corresponding to joy.

"If you can't laugh, then don't laugh. You're forcing yourself and torturing my eyes!"

Martin looked at the adjutant's embarrassment and patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to force himself.

Astartes, also known as Space Marines, are called angels by ordinary people in the Empire, but they are actually just modified humans.

Just as the Emperor used his own genes to create the twenty-one Primarchs.

The Primarchs also used their genes to help ordinary people complete their evolution. After nineteen operations, these ordinary people were transformed into warriors who could rival all kinds of powerful alien creatures and fight for the Empire.

Among the countless threats, the biggest threat is of course the four gods entrenched in the warp. In order to ensure that the Space Marines are not polluted, the emotional systems of all chapter members have been suppressed.

Except Martin, because neither the Four Chaos Gods nor the Emperor sitting on the toilet could have any effect on him.

But the other Extreme Warriors do not have this resistance.

Sido Nus put away his smile that was uglier than crying, and reported seriously: "Captain, we were ordered to rescue a planet, but when we were sailing in the subspace, we were suddenly hit by a storm. When we came to our senses, we were already here."

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The adjutant made a praying gesture and said, "When I saw the light in your room, I thought it was the temptation of the evil god. But the great emperor protected us. He sent you back when we needed help the most."

Martin opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

He was very sure that this matter had nothing to do with the emperor. Even if the old man sitting on the toilet became a god, he could not exert any influence on Martin.

"Come on, turn around!"

Martin made a gesture, and Sidonus did it even though he didn't understand why.

When he turned to the left, the red sun smiling face on his shoulder armor was revealed. Martin nodded with satisfaction and asked him to stop.

"It's a good thing you guys have a conscience and didn't remove the symbol I designed from the power armor."

Guilliman placed the Second Company under Martin's command not just to recruit a general who could fight, but also in the hope that the magical boy from another world could create a completely new model.

Of course Martin understood the regent's intention. After taking over the Second Company, he made a series of drastic changes, and the new logo was one of them.

Sidonus said seriously: "This symbol is a symbol of your glory in leading us to defeat the greenskin warlord and kill the demon prince. It is the regent's trust in us."

"Stop!"

Martin took a deep breath. Seeing the adjutant's expression, he knew that the regulations he had set were not being followed.

But this is normal. If he, the leader, leaves, how long can the remaining bunch of executors who don't understand the meaning of the matter last?
"Where are we now?"

Martin walked out of his bedroom with his adjutant and headed towards the bridge.

The adjutant reported: "After we left the warp storm, we tried to call the surrounding human worlds, but received no response. We couldn't even find the Astronomican and enter the warp."

"Maybe we're not in the galaxy, or even in the Warhammer world."

Martin whispered that he certainly hoped so.

No normal person would want to stay in that world for long.

In order to verify his conjecture, he drew a symbol on the wall of the corridor. The next moment, the wind of magic blew, and a falcon flew out from the symbol.

"Brother Martin, why are you not on Earth anymore?"

This falcon is the incarnation of the leader of the American ancestors. His appearance proves that Martin and his team are still in the DC world.

Magic is also a kind of order that runs through the DC multiverse. These old gods and their followers are no worse than those interstellar civilizations in some aspects.

So, it was not that Martin returned to the Warhammer world, but that the Second Company was collectively pulled to Martin's side to help him, the company commander, to hold the fort.

After finally being able to move freely in the outside world, the falcon spread its wings and flew a circle in the corridor of the battleship, and then felt sick.

"What the hell is this place? The smell of evil spirits is everywhere, and they are the most disgusting kind." Falcon landed on Martin's shoulder armor and felt relieved.

This is normal. There are only so many people in America. No matter how cruel the means are, it is just like that.

But the empire is an interstellar country. Once a war breaks out, hundreds of thousands or millions of people will die. Not to mention the level of governance within the empire, which can only be described as "hehe". The speed of killing is no less than that of war.

"Okay, okay, go back first and help me take a message to a few friends, telling them not to worry about me."

Martin comforted the falcon on his shoulder and asked him to bring him a letter.

The ancestor spirit of the eagle flapped its wings and was about to leave. He didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

"Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting..."

The ancestor spirit of the eagle shouted and left the battleship, returning to Earth in an instant.

The adjutant watched this extremely disloyal scene and remained silent.

Only after the falcon disappeared did the adjutant suggest to his captain: "Captain, I know you are an extraordinary person, so I can accept it. But other soldiers may not be able to accept it after seeing it."

"Did the company suffer heavy casualties?" Martin suddenly asked.

"We have lost half of our veterans. The new recruits who have gradually joined us firmly believe in the Holy Scripture, but as for you..."

"understood."

Martin waved his hand to show that he understood, and said to his adjutant:

"We have come to a brand new world. This world has no Chaos Gods, no Warp, and the cosmic races here are not as crazy as the Greenskins and the Necrons."

"Call all the veterans here and have them familiarize themselves with the manual I wrote, and then pass it on to the new recruits. If they have any complaints, have them come directly to me."

Martin patted his breastplate, making a loud sound.

Sidonus was surprised and asked, "Without the Warp and the Chaos God, wouldn't this world be a paradise?"

"There is no heaven in this world, my brother!"

The DC world is certainly more dangerous than Warhammer.

The Empire is nothing more than a bunch of lunatics fighting for their lives in the galaxy.

In the later stages of DC's crisis, it broke out on a universe-by-universe basis.

Sidonus nodded and went to gather the veterans of the second company to convey the captain's orders to them.

Martin walked alone through the corridors of the battleship and entered the bridge.

"Captain Martin?"

The moment he walked into the bridge, Martin heard a familiar voice coming from a woman in her thirties.

He didn't recognize her at first, but after thinking carefully for a while, he suddenly said, "Lieutenant Mira? You have really changed a lot."

Mira is an ordinary woman, belonging to the 203rd Regiment of the Gallia Guards of the Astra Militarum.

When Martin led the Second Company to rescue Gallia, it was Mira who led the Astra Militarum to step forward, stabilize the front line, and buy time for the Extreme Marines' surprise attack.

After the war, Martin asked Mira to join his own company to promote the integration of Space Marines and ordinary troops.

Martin opened his arms and hugged Mira, who was almost half a meter shorter than him.

Mira looked at Martin's familiar face and smiled softly.

"You must be here to learn about the battleship. Let me introduce it to you."

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