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Chapter 210: Redemption Expedition, Part 2

Chapter 210: Redemption Expedition, Part 2
Taylor believes he made the greatest decision of his time, even though he regrets it now.

He was not capable of protecting the Primarch, nor could he necessarily make the Redemption Crusade go more smoothly.

After thinking about it, he would only lose his life.

With trepidation, he boarded the Macragge's Glory, a Glorious Queen-class super-giant ship.

Built during the Great Crusade, she was the flagship of the Ultramarines Legion and one of the largest ships in the entire Imperium.

Her size is comparable to Abaddon's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, and her length reaches an exaggerated level of 26 kilometers.

Simply moving around inside the ship requires the use of a vehicle, which is why Frenstein activates it so frequently.

Looking at the various armed vehicles, tanks or armored vehicles on the metal driveway, Taylor, who was sitting inside Ferenstein, felt a sense of comfort.

For him, such days were commonplace, even more familiar than the peaceful days on Macragge.

Whether it's the smell of engine oil from vehicles, the stench of plastic from guns, the wheezing of soldiers, or the smell of air that has been reused countless times inside a ship.

He squinted his eyes and sat in the passenger seat waiting to reach his room, and soon they arrived.

It was a nice place, a large room for six, much like most of the officers' quarters he had stayed in.

While instructing the boys to take care of their rooms and not to peek into the girls' rooms next door, the girl from Lightlin sneaked over and peeped at Taylor for a long time while he was changing clothes.

After he discovered something was wrong, he just felt like a dumb person eating coptis...

His team is indeed simple and honest.

After the initial adjustments, the Glory of Macragge began the warp jump.

Under the fading light of the Astronomican, the Glory of Macragge entered the Warp. It was an unsettling time, but Taylor had grown accustomed to it.

But after experiencing the Chaos invasion and numerous wars, both the Ultramarines and the Imperial Guard fell into serious tension.

After a while, Taylor got used to it.

During his daily patrol one day, he met the Chief of the Ultramarines. He looked around anxiously, as if he was afraid that demons and enemies would enter here.

Taylor found it a little funny since he was the one who was usually so nervous.

He walked over and said, "Brother, take a deep breath. You'll get used to this kind of life soon."

The Red Helmet said, "I'm just a little uncomfortable with the present day, now that the Wolf has left and returned home with Fenris's fleet."

"He said Guilliman is back, so Russ must be coming soon. He's waiting for the Hour of the Wolf."

Taylor sighed. "Yeah, there's no one to mess around with and barbecue with anymore. This place is always nervous without him."

"But we are now in Macragge's Glory, where Guilliman is stationed! Even if the Chaos Powers come, they cannot defeat us!"

He said with a smile and the Master Chief nodded in agreement.

But after a sudden tremor, Taylor grabbed the protruding handrail on the hull and said, "Subspace turbulence?"

"Damn it! Boys, hold still!"

He shouted to the other patrol brothers, who took their positions, and at the same time the red emergency lights inside the ship flashed red, making the situation extremely urgent.

When the vibrations stop, they should be out of the warp, the Master Chief said.

"We are in the Maelstrom. It used to be one of the two main passages to Terra, just like the Cadia Gate, but after the Eye of Terror expanded, it became a mess."

Taylor said cautiously. "I was hoping this was just a subspace issue, but..."

He felt a familiar sense of crisis. He had never understood where this feeling came from before, but as he had in-depth communication with Chaos, he understood it again and again.

He understood that he seemed to be a strange guy, able to sense danger or abnormal fluctuations in the warp to a certain extent. This ability became stronger and more clear after the opening of the Great Rift, so much so that he could vaguely know when something was about to happen.

For example, it seems like I’m going to be unlucky…

He secretly opened his special communication channel and said to Guilliman, "Um, Boss, I think the situation is not right now. Can we quickly deploy the ship's shield or leave this area?"

Guilliman's voice came. "Although it will damage the power source, since you said so..."

The Master Chief exclaimed beside him, "How did you get the Primarch..."

He quickly added to the Primarch, "My Lord! I don't think deploying the shield is a good idea! We just left the Warp, it's impossible for anyone to know where we are!"

Taylor retorted. "This is Warp turbulence. Clearly, someone is ambushing here. We've been attacked by Chaos. Of course, it could also be the Warp turbulence of the Maelstrom, but we can't take it lightly."

The Master Chief disagreed. "It's just that I'm paranoid. I've served for hundreds of years and have never been…"

Before he could finish, a fierce attack occurred, and a large number of rune-marked torpedoes and macro cannons rained down like raindrops.

If Guilliman had not just asked everyone to deploy shields, this attack would have caused several outer ships to be destroyed in an instant!
The Master Chief said gratefully. "Oh my God...but how did you know?"

Taylor sighed, meeting the Master Chief's gaze and questioning him.

He answered frankly, "Because I'm an unlucky guy, so I know."

"When should a person be unlucky..."

He said with a grin.

At the same time in the void, several blood-red ships were firing at the Ultramarines' barge.

On one of the ships, a ship as large as the Honor of Macragge, a winged, scarlet-bodied giant with one eye and anger watched as his offspring reported to him.

He said. "Divinatory powers? Guilliman has a sorcerer as advisor?"

"He can see beyond my psychic stance and into the future?"

He smiled and said, "I'm quite interested in that guy..."

At this moment, a Space Marine in red armor called out the giant's name.

"My Primarch, Lord Magnus..."

"Are we going to continue the attack?"

The red monster called Magnus smiled and said, "Of course, why not?"

"I will show my brother Guilliman that the gods have won complete victory and he is just a clown."

"But I cannot kill him, because his fate has not yet come. But I wish he would disappear from the universe forever like the Primarch Leman Russ."

"He shouldn't wake up..."

"Wouldn't it be nice if I could just send him off to eternal sleep again?"

He raised his hands, moving lazily on the throne.