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Chapter 123 Guilliman's Pilgrimage to Terra

After a few days of rest, Pierce and Harry were notified that they needed to go to the quartermaster to collect their equipment.

They were completely bewildered, but they still followed orders and found the quartermaster.

After the quartermaster checked the list and confirmed that everything was correct, he ordered his men to bring out their equipment.

"Is this for us??"

Pierce stared at the exoskeleton armor in front of him, somewhat incredulous.

The exoskeleton armor is equipped with a shoulder cannon featuring an automatic target acquisition module.
There are also life support systems that can survive in a variety of harsh environments, as well as medical devices for use in emergencies.

Such sophisticated equipment should not be available to low-ranking soldiers like them.

Normally, they would only receive a set of armor and a laser rifle jokingly referred to as a 'flashlight'.

"Yes, this is standard equipment; every soldier has it."

The quartermaster waved his hand impatiently.
"Now it belongs to you, and all you have to do is wear it and throw your lives into the battlefield."

"Also, here is your salary. Due to current financial difficulties, we can only pay you two months' worth of Sky Eagle Coins. The rest will be given to you in exchange vouchers. As for the salary you haven't received before, it will be paid later."

The quartermaster's rude attitude did not frighten Pierce; on the contrary, it excited him.

"With this thing, killing those traitors will be as easy as killing rats."

Pierce lovingly stroked the exoskeleton armor assigned to him.
His eyes looked like those of a pervert eyeing a beautiful and sexy young woman, drooling with desire.

A saint is a saint, and he is different from those corrupt bureaucrats.
They provided good equipment and paid the full wages.

Finally, someone has arrived who not only talks about risks and faith but is also willing to offer benefits.

"No matter what, I'm entrusting my life to the Sage. Wherever he says to go, I'll go. Whoever he says to point the gun at, I'll point it at."

Pierce abandoned his usual slick, veteran-like demeanor and spoke in a serious and earnest tone.

Harry looked at the Eaglecoins and vouchers in his hand and nodded in agreement.

If those stupid bureaucrats' orders conflict with the saint's...

They would absolutely ignore what those stupid bureaucrats were saying.

Then steadfastly carry out the sage's command.

……

The planet Yatoma is still producing large quantities of military supplies.

A steady stream of cargo ships delivered finished products into low Earth orbit, where they were then loaded onto larger cargo ships and transported to the front lines.

In addition to conventional weapons and ammunition, the supplies sent to the front lines also included a batch of newly developed hound-class intelligent control mechs.

This is a brand-new intelligent mech created by Father Tina using her accumulated knowledge and the factories she controls.

It is inexpensive, cost-effective, uses a wet component control core, and has a receiver port, making it controllable by the military.

They were created solely for cannon fodder.

Batch after batch of Hound-class intelligent mechs stepped into the transport ship's warehouse.
Then shut down the system, put it into hibernation, and wait to be woken up after reaching the front line.

Doraemon Workshop's track factory has ten one-kilometer-long escort ships docked at the port.

After the successful trial voyage of the Natural Selection, Doraemon immediately ordered mass production.

These ten frigates are the result of this period of time.

The planet Yatoma itself possesses a well-developed shipbuilding industry.

After players optimized the production chain, increased the number of Thinkers, and improved the proportion of automatic production, production efficiency was greatly improved.

According to calculations by players like Doraemon, production capacity can continue to surge; all that's needed is to build more void factories and optimize the supply chain.

They could build warships continuously, overwhelming any enemy with sheer numbers.

Sage Casca was in charge of inspecting the warships.

Gear markings were etched into various areas to bless the machine.

Once everything is confirmed to be in order, these warships will be delivered to the Imperial Navy.

Of course, Doraemon Workshop doesn't just accept orders from the military; it also accepts orders from gamers, and it will make special modifications to add more automated equipment.

It allows players to control the game without requiring a large number of people.

The Empire's warships are high-performing, sturdy, fast, and not easily invaded by demons, but they are expensive.

For players with limited budgets, purchasing the warship from Doraemon Workshop offers better value for money.

For them, all they need is for the spaceship to be able to fly, fire its cannons, and have a shield.

As for the rest, it's not important.

…………

Makulag
A magnificent fleet has assembled here.

Guilliman has decided to embark on his journey to Terra.
He selected a group of elite combat monks from among the Ultramarines to accompany him to Terra, including Sicarius, who had many legendary achievements.

The Grey Knights' Grand Mentor, Vordis, also joined with the Third Brotherhood.

In addition, various Ultramarines squads, including Emperor Champion Amarridge, Living Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Grefax, and Grand Sage Caul, all requested to join the expedition.

Meanwhile, the remaining Death Army announced their departure to join Eldrar, the Death incarnation Incani, and other Eldar high-ranking members.

Although Fort Cardia has fallen, many worlds still retain intact obsidian obelisks.
The Death Army will travel to these planets to ensure the safety of those devices.

After a brief and polite attempt to persuade him to stay, Guilliman bid farewell to Evelynn, the messenger of death.

"I wish you a safe journey and a successful start, and that you will teach our common enemy a lesson."

"May your martial arts prosper, Robert Guilliman," Evelyn bowed. "One day, our destinies will meet again—until then, please don't die." "The Regent's wife is leaving already? They're newly married, why didn't she stay a few more days?!" The bald monk looked regretful.

One ID (Pighead Qiang), a veteran player who was among the second batch to enter the game, chuckled.

"We've been married for so long, the novelty has worn off, so we definitely have to leave for a while. When we reunite, absence makes the heart grow fonder again."

Stinky Canned Food shook his head, disagreeing with Pighead Qiang's words.
"I think Guilliman has to go see the Emperor and can't take Evelyn home, so they have to separate for the time being."

The bald monk chuckled.
"Now that you mention it, I suddenly thought of a melodramatic story about an imperial family that could easily fill at least fifty episodes."

The other players all looked at the bald monk, urging him to continue.

The bald monk also became interested and began to describe it vividly.

"Years later, the Emperor awoke and learned of Guilliman and Evelynn's affair. He was furious and ordered the Imperial Guard to bring Evelynn to him."

Upon seeing the other party, the emperor viciously threw a handful of land deeds at Evelynn and said, "Woman, these are five hundred planets. Leave my son."

Evelyn shook her head. "No, we truly love each other, and I would never leave him for these reasons."

At that moment, Guilliman arrived, grabbed Evelynn's hand, pulled her behind him, and stared at his father—the great Lord of Mankind—with fury in his eyes.

Guilliman cried out, "Father, Evelynn is different from the other Eldar! We truly love each other! You can't be so cruel as to tear us apart!"

The Emperor angrily said, "If you're with this alien, don't ever call me your father again!"

A few days later, the Emperor found the letter left by Guilliman.

For love, he had already abandoned his identity as the thirteenth prince and eloped with Evelynn.

Just as the emperor was grieving, Slaanesh embraced him from behind.
"Brother, don't be sad. I'm still by your side. I will never leave you."

The emperor felt a sense of relief and was about to offer some tenderness...
But then they heard footsteps nearby; the Primarch, Ilda, had arrived at some point.

She was shocked and furious to see Slaanesh embracing the Emperor, and shouted, "You said you'd only love me, you said it! But you lied to me, and after I gave birth, you found someone else!"

After cursing, he rushed up and started fighting with Slaanesh.

……. "

The bald monk's words were so vivid that the other players stared wide-eyed.
Forehead! !

This plot is really melodramatic.
But for some reason, I'm curious about what happens next?

"No books, smash the shop, understand?" Pighead Qiang glanced at the bald monk.

Stinky Canned Food shook his head. "Bald monk, if the Emperor were to wake up, you'd be sitting at the same table as Abaddon. Such heresy is simply unforgivable."

"........."

Guilliman glanced at the playful Chosen Ones.
Judging from the way these guys are laughing so hard they're practically falling over, you can tell they're probably all rascals again.

Of course, after spending this time with them, he had become immune to these guys.
If one day they don't act crazy,
That would be a big problem.

…………

A few days after announcing the pilgrimage expedition, Guilliman set sail with a massive Imperial fleet.

Countless engines roared to life, soaring through the void of space and heading towards humanity's home planet.

The warp erupted in chaos, and the gods roared.
The storms in the highest heavens were exceptionally fierce.

The pilgrimage fleet's voyage was exceptionally difficult, and every jump resulted in reports of disappearances.

The pilgrimage expedition faced unprecedented challenges.

But they remained steadfast and fearless, marching towards Terra against the storm.

On the other side of the Milky Way,
After the Battle of Fenris, Magnus used a ritual triggered by the death of a billion souls.

They successfully transferred Wizard Star from the Eye of Fear to the star system where Prospero once lived.

In addition, more than a dozen unformed demon planets were also brought back to the real universe and orbited around Wizard Star.

These planets are riddled with corruption factories, either gifts from the Dark Mechanicus or stolen from the incinerated Forgeworlds via the warp.

They produced wave after wave of siege demon engines, spewing black smoke into the aurora-shimmering atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in the magnificent city of Tizcan, the Primarch Magnus is keeping a close eye on Guilliman.

He grinned when he learned that the other party had set sail.

The foolish and arrogant Guilliman will become his plaything.

…………

And on the other side,
A world was destroyed; Khorne's demonic army slaughtered all living things.

Crimson blood flowed through the once-bustling city.
The roars of a tormented and desperate soul transformed into the whistling wind in the air.

Angron's original plan was to go and destroy the Pharos Lighthouse.
That radiance fueled his anger, making it unbearable.

But the will of the Blood God forced him to turn away.

The master of the Brass Fortress needs more bloodshed in the real universe, more war and slaughter.
Guilliman is the best target.

Angron obeyed the will of the Blood God, and he led his fleet to pursue the pilgrimage group, planning to launch a massacre.

…………

Somewhere in subspace,
Through the whispers of the demons around him, Forgrim also learned that Guilliman was heading to Terra.

He let out a strange laugh, then stuck out his tongue and licked the sharp blade, making a vow in a cold tone.

“Guilliman, pay the price for humiliating me. You will never reach the side of our foolish father.”

　Sorry, I'll just have to keep adding more. I feel like I can't seem to shake my procrastination habit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)