Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 135 Gathering in Macragge
The beacon lit by Faros illuminates more than just the Faffnir Blood Alliance ahead.

The Destruction Storm comes suddenly, which means that any ships that have not left the Warp before the storm arrives will be lost in the Warp.

The raging ether currents destroyed most human ships, but a large number still survived.

After Macragge was lit up and the flashing beacon was released into the Warp, within hours, days, and weeks, survivors began to arrive in the Macragge system from the Warp.

Most of these ships are isolated individuals, and judging from the appearance of the warships, they have all suffered long-term torture and damage. If they do not receive guidance from the beacon, they may soon capsize in the Sea of ​​Souls.

The small-scale combined fleet of the three legions that Faffnal is currently in is one of the few fleet-level visitors among the survivors that leapt out from Mandeville Point.

As the battleship stabilized in the real universe, a communication request from the Ultramarines immediately lit up on the ship's Cogitator screen.

A fully armed cruiser fleet came from the star fortresses and space stations, surrounding the White Scars' ships in the middle, and both sides maintained a cautious negotiation posture.

Those cobalt blue warships and the locations marked on the battleship star map all tell the information about this place.

This is the Macragge system, located in the far east of the galaxy.

The Faffnir Blood Alliance breathed a long sigh of relief. With the blessings of the Allfather and Russ, they finally arrived at their destination.

"Please inform us of your code in the Imperial sequence, and then follow our warship to the nearest skyport."

"Please take the weapon system offline, put the engine into idle mode, and maintain normal communications at all times."

When the communication from the Extreme Marines came, the White Scars warrior Guntura ordered his captain to do as they said without any hesitation.

As a member of the White Scars Legion, Guntura fought in many space naval battles following Jaghatai Khan, the Eagle of Chogoris.

But even so, when they followed the Ultramarines' barge out of Mandeville Point, they were shocked by the heavy defense here.

Surrounding Mandeville Point are a large number of star fortresses and satellite weapon stations, and behind them are layers of barrage blocking systems. A large number of decoy hulks and space minefields are deployed in the airspace.

It is conceivable that without the guidance of the Ultramarines, those enemies who attacked rashly might not even see Macragge Prime and would be buried in these layers of defense.

In addition, even though they were following the Ultramarines' barge, they were still questioned and examined by wave after wave of sentinel fleets, patrol fleets, and battle cruisers on standby.

“What happened to our Ultramarines cousins?” Faffnar lamented.

If it weren't for the extreme marks on those warships, he would even suspect that he had returned to the Solar Segmentum guarded by the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fists.

Only those guys from the Imperial Fists would be so stubborn as to build densely packed fortresses and defense lines.

"At least we can be sure that the Ultramarines are still putting up a tenacious resistance." Gantura said, "It's a blessing for the Empire."

The fleet soon docked in the airport of a marginal planet. The sealed airlock slowly opened with steam, and the scattered loyalists stepped out to meet the Ultramarines who came to greet them.

"Welcome to Macragge, everyone."

The Ultramarines officer who led the welcoming team was wearing a new type of armor that Faffnir and others could not understand. Even the strongest Wolf Warrior looked a little thin and short in front of his Ultramarines cousin.

Compared to the somewhat bloated Mark-type power armor, the equipment worn by the Ultramarines exudes a stronger sense of coordination and beauty, which even the Space Wolves, who are considered barbarians, can sense. The instinct from the beast is warning that these somewhat different cousins are very dangerous.

The wolf tilted his head slightly and found that Guntula and Clifford, who were traveling with him, had similar reactions.

However, they exchanged glances in tacit understanding and swallowed their doubts.

It is better to be honest when you are in other legions' territory.

"Lord Roboute Guilliman is aware of your arrival. Please wait a moment. He will personally receive you when the others arrive."

The Ultramarines maintained impeccable manners and politeness. Faffnir bared his teeth, revealing his lips with canines that were larger than those of other legion warriors.

"These guys are still so annoying. Do they have to put on such a formal demeanor?"

Guntura kicked the Wild Wolf from the side. In the impression of most people in the Empire, the White Scars were similar to the Space Wolves, both of whom were barbarians.

"We are here to meet the Ultramarines on behalf of our respective legions and our Gene-Father. Please do not be disrespectful."

Faffnar snorted, but still conceded that what Guntura said was correct.

"Anyone else? Are there any other unfortunates trapped in the warp storm like us? I hope to see some familiar faces. It must be the will of the All-Father that we meet here."

Gantula and others waited in this skyport for two days. They witnessed those lost people, including survivors and some refugees, as well as some warriors who lost contact in the battle with the rebels, coming to the Macragge galaxy.

The largest number of them were refugees and civilians. The killing by the traitors frightened many people. Some wealthy planetary nobles took their families and some property and fled to Macragge.

These people from various planets gathered at the airport, bringing all kinds of fragmentary news.

People speaking various accents were eager to know what was happening in other places, where the rebels had captured, and how many Imperial worlds had been burned.

Ganglatu and others listened silently to the cries and endless chattering of those mortals. They knew that these people were frightened.

This is understandable, as they are not warriors, but just one of the countless people in the empire.

"Horus, is this what you wish to see?"

After Faffnir and his group, warriors from several other damaged legions also arrived. The Wolves smelled the scent of several Raven Guards and Salamanders, but the most eye-catching one was an absurdly tall Imperial Fists captain.

Faffnir had heard his name before, Alexis Polux of the Imperial Fists.

The gathering of these legionnaires, some of whom had been heard of before, and some of whom were completely strangers, inevitably made people miss the scene when brothers from various legions gathered together during the glorious Great Crusade.

The Space Wolves thought that their hearts had become numb and hardened after suffering enough pain, but when they saw those loyal warriors who had also experienced many hardships, they found that they were wrong.

The reunion of former colleagues can bring a sense of joy and comfort.

(End of this chapter)