This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 205 The End
Calgar was eventually transported back to Macragge, lying in the medical ward of the Chapter's flagship, the Somerthrace.

This chapter commander's outstanding performance in the Hive Wars led the Hive Will to mark him as a high-threat target that must be eliminated.

On the ground, while the Terran space fleet was almost completely wiped out by Imperial fire,

The swarm of insects, which had been advancing in an orderly fashion like a tide, suddenly fell into chaos due to the loss of unified command. Their originally flexible tactical coordination completely collapsed, leaving only savage hunger driven by instinct.

Before finding a way to deal with the four more troublesome individuals, the Hive's will finally gathered the remaining resources on the world of Bormina and hatched a Norn Assimilate to launch a desperate attack on Kargar in order to eliminate this major threat.

If Titus hadn't used his neural-crushing weapon to destroy the Norn Assimilate's psionic receiving organs in time, causing the Hive Will's control over the Norn Assimilate to continuously decrease, and hadn't helped Digris expel the Hive Consciousness from the Killer's body...

Calga's injuries are probably more serious than just having two hearts blown out.

When Calgar awoke from his coma, he was already on his way back to Makula, and the war was already in its final stages.

"Calga is simply amazing, a legendary tank."

Ramses leaned against Romulus's data terminal, looking at the post-war report from Calga himself on the holographic projection, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, letting out a sigh that was half admiration and half helplessness.

"If I remember correctly, he had just been admitted to the ICU before we arrived because his heart exploded during a solo battle with the Zerg Overlord, right?"

He turned to look at Karna, who was lounging lazily in a soft chair by the porthole.

"Yes."

Karna leisurely sipped a straw, savoring the local specialty of Ottara, the Makula coconut.

He had been relatively idle since entering the Extreme Starfield, since most areas had been swept away by the Zerg swarm and were deserted, making it impossible to find anyone to preach to.

Of course, he faced no pressure whatsoever in preaching on Guilliman's turf.

The doctrines of the Dawn Church were, after all, modified by the four-person group based on their own values, and were certainly more advanced than those of the state religions that still retained human sacrifice rituals.

After all, the regent wouldn't want to wake up to find 'little angels' fluttering their feathers everywhere, would he?
Swah——

A document was placed in front of Romulus.

"The Prospector fleet has not detected any Zerg activity for three weeks."

Arthur spoke, displaying a star map projection that marked several silent reconnaissance areas.

The three of them were sitting around Romulus at that moment.

Ramses watched with great interest as Vashtor fought valiantly against the swarm of insects, desperately trying to salvage his industrial facilities.

Karna was slacking off, his gaze wandering as he mentally organized the lesson plan he would use in class.

Arthur, on the other hand, assisted Romulus in handling military-related matters.

He leaned slightly forward, the shadow tracing a sharp outline along the bridge of his high nose, then pointed to a flickering coordinate at the edge of the star field:
"Should we expand the scope of our reconnaissance?"

"Let each local warband solidify its defenses."

Romulus used a gilded pen nib to leave an eagle emblem symbolizing approval on the document; the nib made a soft scratching sound as it rubbed against the paper.

"Continuing to expand could create vulnerabilities. Let's leave the rest to Calga once the strength of each sector has recovered."

"it is good."

Arthur nodded, and seeing Romulus pull out a gold-embossed invitation from a mountain of documents, he couldn't help but ask a question.

"What's next on the return trip?"

"of course."

Romulus chuckled and flicked the edge of the invitation, the parchment making a crisp sound.

"They've been urging us for a long time, and they've really been sincere. They haven't gotten angry even after all this time."

"Row."

Arthur gave a brief reply and turned to walk towards the holographic projection table.

Outside the window, the Imperial fleet's array stretched across the void like a steel torrent—

The Imperial Navy's main forces in several star sectors, the state religious armed forces of dozens of war chapters and several religious orders, and countless Imperial Guards.

There is currently no force in the galaxy capable of resisting such an imperial army.

The swarm is indeed powerful, with a massive biomass fleet, rapidly evolving combat units, and an almost terrifying collective will. However, these vanguard fleets from beyond the realm ultimately have their own limits.

When the main fleet, including two Glory Queens, arrived in this star system, the balance of power between the two sides was completely different.

The massive macro cannons and light spears destroyed the ships that survived the baptism of the warp rift. With no more worries, the Astartes were thrown onto the planet and slaughtered all the enemies they could find.

Romulus did not let his guard down. The mobile fleet composed of the Black Templars and the Prospector fleet continued to patrol the surrounding star sectors, using the sheer size of the Imperium to crush the last remaining threat from the Zerg hive.

The reconnaissance fleet maintained 24/7 operation, and the landing forces thoroughly searched suspicious asteroid belts, gas giant rings, and even abandoned space stations in various star systems to prevent any residual contamination from gene stealers.

The cleanup operation ultimately lasted more than four months. The Behemoth Hive fleet was finally destroyed, and apart from a small fleet still in deep space, undetectable by the Empire's detection capabilities, this first large-scale invasion of the Xenomorphs in the galaxy was completely eradicated.

Romulus stared at the holographic projection before him, the Auger Matrix displaying the entire recaptured star sector in its entirety.

Next to each floating planet projection, detailed information such as the governing body, resource reserves, defense level, and recovery progress is displayed.

His gaze swept over the planets marked "Ultraman Garrison," and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

These Astartes Chapters, all belonging to the Ultramarines lineage, are injecting new life into various worlds.

They are not only rebuilding the planet's defense system, but also helping the local government restore order, training PDF troops, repairing infrastructure, and clearing away the remaining swarm contamination.

This systematic reconstruction work is the core of Guilliman's original design for the Astartes civil service system.

That's good.

Romulus muttered to himself.

There couldn't be a better outcome.

The scene before him made him imagine another possible future, the nightmarish situation that Guilliman was forced to face.

Chaos Warbands are wreaking havoc in the heart of Altramar; the Tyranid Hive has devoured the Sosa system and is approaching Tarrasa; the Tau expansion fleet is stirring on the northern border; more than ten Ultramarines are either completely wiped out or on the verge of destruction; and the Necrons around Orpheus I have been resurrected on a large scale and are indiscriminately slaughtering creatures in the surrounding star systems.

But now, none of that will happen.

The Primarchs who awakened ahead of time will not have to face such a desperate situation. The reclaimed starfields are forming a solid defensive depth, efficient coordination mechanisms have been established between the various warbands, and the border early warning system has been fully upgraded.

When a real crisis arrives, Altramar will no longer be an isolated island, but a complete defense system capable of mutual support.

Although I'm bound to be secretly accused of being ambitious, let them say what they want.

"Lord Romulus, the last batch of reconnaissance reports has been confirmed."

A communication in interstellar language from Grand Marshal Ledodes has arrived.

"All major hive nodes have been eliminated."

The expeditionary fleet spent nearly three years pacifying the entire eastern region of Alteramar. Hundreds of planets were severely damaged, and thousands of worlds were affected by the war, resulting in a sharp decline in population and economic devastation.

But he also seized this opportunity to change things, returning these planets, which had been separated from Great Otlam for nearly 10,000 years, to the Macurag system.

But the loss of population is still heartbreaking, especially when Romulus sees the cold, hard numbers on those planets. He can't help but sigh.

He eventually put those thoughts aside and focused on enjoying the victory.
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The Radiance of Macragge, along with two other Glory Queens, slowly entered orbit around their home planet in the triumphant morning light.

Forty-eight hours after the destruction of the main Zerg hive, the Glory Queen-class battleship carrying the Primarch finally completed its mission, safely returning Guilliman, who was sleeping in the stasis field, to the sanctuary within the Macuraghera Fortress.

Viewed from near-Earth orbit, the entire planet appears as if draped in flowing golden silk.

It was a sea of ​​flags stretching along both sides of every main road, with millions of Otlam eagle flags fluttering in the breeze.

On the newly built Victory Square in front of Hera Fortress, formations composed of elites from various warbands stood in neat rows, their precision-engineered power armor gleaming with a unique luster in the sunlight.

Representatives from three hundred reclaimed worlds stood on a specially designed viewing platform, each holding a crystal emblem of their respective planet.

The Leman Rustank convoy, adorned with laurels and broom, marched in a wedge formation through the streets, with olive branches freshly picked by the people of Makulaq wrapped around the gun barrels that still smelled of gunpowder.

As the landing craft's hatch slowly opened in the spaceport, thirteen defense platforms simultaneously fired a victory salute, the powerful sound shattering the clouds.

The bronze bells of the Macurag Clock Tower echoed through the city, mingling with the cheers of the crowd to create a triumphant anthem that shook the heavens and the earth.

The Primarchs stepped down the gangway and were instantly engulfed by a shower of gold foil and flower petals.

In the shadows, Arthur, standing with Ramses, reached out and caught a falling sparrow petal, watching it tremble slightly in his palm.

In the center of Victory Square, as requested by the Primarchs, the newly erected Heroes' Monument stands majestically, its obsidian inscription gleaming in the midday sun:

[In memory of all those who sacrificed their lives to defend Ottara, their names live on with Ottara.]

【741-748.M41】

The base of the monument is surrounded by constantly changing holographic projections, in which the faces of countless fallen soldiers appear and disappear.

Romulus stared at the flashing images: white-haired veterans of the guard, young recruits with youthful faces, and Astartes with their power armor tattered and broken.

A gentle breeze swept across the square, scattering gold leaf across the ground, while the clear, melodious singing of children drifted from afar.

Romulus took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the scent of flowers and the smell of gunpowder, and slowly closed his eyes.

The war is over.

temporary.

(End of this chapter)