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The believers felt the overwhelming power that almost crushed their souls, and they saw the supreme being they believed in standing at the forefront of the legion.

They realized that these enormous deities must be the gods under the command of the god-emperor they revered.

Awe, fervor, excitement... a mix of emotions.

"My lord!"

A deafening roar of worship erupted as all believers, regardless of status, knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold deck or the void, expressing their deepest adoration.

Yang Yi's gaze swept calmly over the dark mass of people below.

Without saying much, he directly divided these believers into several groups.

Each part is led by several powerful Titan golems.

Their target is the Warhammer parallel universe.

Upon receiving the order, the legion composed of Titans and their followers transformed into streaks of light and, following the materials provided by Yang Yi, leaped toward the designated coordinates of the parallel universe.

...

The battle unfolded like a snowball, with numerous new parallel universes being discovered as some Warhammer parallel universes were conquered.

These Warhammer parallel universes were directly swept aside.

The four warp gods of those universes appeared so fragile before the puppet Titans.

The puppet Titans crushed them in the most primal and violent way.

They don't have sophisticated tactics, nor do they need fancy skills.

Only pure power, the power to crush everything.

The Chaos Gods tried everything they could, using every trick and power they could muster, but they couldn't even stop a single puppet Titan, let alone destroy them.

Their roars echoed in the void, but it was all in vain.

These powerful Titans can regenerate in a short time as long as the blocks that make up their bodies are not completely annihilated.

One of the invaded universes is set in the 999th year of the 41st millennium of Warhammer.

The apocalyptic atmosphere has enveloped the entire galaxy.

This dark 42nd millennium is coming to an end, and a potentially even more desperate 43rd millennium is on the horizon.

In this year, Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, successor to Horus, the cursed one, is launching his 13th Black Crusade.

The world of Cardia, the fortress that stood for millennia and symbolized the empire's resilience, finally collapsed amidst endless war.

The once unshakeable barrier has turned into cosmic dust.

What followed was the birth of the Great Rift, a warp storm that stretched across the starry sea, as hideous and terrifying as a cosmic scar, mercilessly dividing the Empire's territory.

Despair spread like a plague, and countless planets and creatures felt the chill of impending doom.

However, even in the deepest darkness, there will always be a glimmer of light.

Belisarius Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicus, an ancient being who has lived for ten thousand years, has now found his Eldar ally.

They traversed numerous obstacles, risking being swallowed by the Chaos Fleet and warp storms, to reach Makurag, the planet where Guilliman slept.

This is a high-stakes gamble; they are willing to pay any price for the future of the empire.

Kaul tells Guilliman's descendants that he has a pact with the sleeping Primarch Robert Guilliman.

An agreement made ten thousand years ago, or even longer.

He claimed to possess the technology to awaken the son of the empire.

But what greeted them was not flowers and applause, but deep suspicion and vigilance.

Marius Calgar, the current Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Chapter, a battle-hardened ICU veteran, scrutinizes these uninvited guests.

He harbored deep distrust of both Caul and the alien.

Alien, always Alien.

This is an ironclad rule that most people in the Empire are instilled with from childhood.

He viewed these outsiders as a hidden threat.

He feared that their actions would endanger the Primarch's last remaining life, or even bring about more terrible consequences.

The Primarch is the last hope of the Empire, and no one shall be allowed to desecrate it.

Calga gripped the bomb gun tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

If the think tank director hadn't used his prophecy to strongly urge them to stop, Calgary would probably have directly ordered their arrest.

The atmosphere was heavy, like the calm before a storm.

The two sides were deadlocked, and the air was thick with tension, ready to explode at any moment.

At this tense moment.

The sky was suddenly torn apart.

That was not an ordinary weather change, but a sign that space itself was being torn apart by brute force.

A piercing shriek tore through the sky; it was the screeching noise of metal violently rubbing against the atmosphere.

The Chaos Space Marine's black landing pod hurtled down like a meteorite.

They ignored the planet's defense systems and the vigilance of the Ultramarines, arriving in the most brutal way.

They crashed heavily onto the planet's surface, stirring up clouds of dust and deafening roars.

The ground trembled, and the air seemed to mourn.

A large number of Chaos Space Marines clad in twisted power armor poured out of the landing pod.

Their armor was covered in blasphemous patterns, their weapons gleamed with an evil light, and their eyes burned with a bloodthirsty desire.

They came for destruction and chaos, forcibly descending upon this planet to prevent the resurrection of the allegorical imperial regent.

The loyal Ultramarines hadn't even had time to fully recover from their standoff with Kaul.

Their minds were still stuck in the stalemate, while the chaotic offensive had already unfolded like a raging tide.

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the universe, drowning out the sound of the landing capsule hitting the ground, like the furious roar of a god.

The heavy doors of Robert Guilliman’s Sleeping Palace, cast from the strongest alloy and capable of withstanding artillery fire, were kicked open from the inside.

Amidst the shocked and incredulous gazes of everyone, the genetic prototype they had longed for and anticipated for millennia, Robert Guilliman, was finally revealed.

Like a hero from a myth, clad in brand-new, divinely radiant blue-gold power armor, and wielding a burning imperial sword, he charged straight out of the palace.

His target was the newly arrived Chaos rebels.

All the Ultra Warriors present, including Calgar, were instantly ignited by the scene before them.

The Primarch has returned! Boundless encouragement and fighting spirit surged within them.

However, before they could follow in the footsteps of the Primarch and launch their own attack...

Something even more incredible happened.

Another figure, the father of their genes, followed closely behind Guilliman, bursting out from the shattered palace gates.

This Primarch, also clad in blue power armor, possessed an aura even more ferocious and unstoppable than the newly awakened Guilliman.

With greater efficiency, stronger power, and a purer killing intent, he swept towards the Chaos Traitors like a hurricane.

With each swing and each charge, he took the lives of countless Chaos Space Marines.

Two fathers? Everyone was stunned, their minds blank.

But what they saw next completely overturned their understanding.

From that seemingly small palace, countless Ultra Warriors clad in blue power armor surged forth like a tide.

One after another, in an endless stream.

It was as if the palace connected not a single room, but an endless military camp.

In the blink of an eye, the number of these Ultra Warriors had surpassed the total number of Chaos Demons and traitors present.

They were well-equipped, quickly formed battle formations, and engaged in combat with perfect coordination.

The battlefield situation reversed instantly. The Ultra Warriors, who were standing still, were completely dumbfounded.

Why are there two fathers of genes?

Is the palace that protects the Primarch in his slumber really that big inside?

When did the Ultra Warrior Legion acquire so many fighting brothers?

Chapter 148 Horus's VIP Treatment

Warhammer parallel universe, time: 30k era.

Here, a storm is brewing that will sweep across the entire human empire.

Horus Lupecal, the emperor's most beloved son and once a brilliant war general of the empire, has fallen into depravity.

The whispers of chaos eroded his soul and twisted his will.

He raised the banner of rebellion and turned his sword against the father who created and trusted him.

A rebellion that upended the very foundations of the empire spread like wildfire across the galaxy.

At this moment, Horus and his massive rebel fleet broke through layers of obstacles; their destination was the heart of the human empire, Holy Terra.

He is about to set foot on that ancient land that nurtured human civilization, and begin the final battle against the emperor.

However, the final process seemed to go by strangely smoothly.

Horus stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Soul of Vengeance, gazing at the distant planet through the enormous porthole.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly; things were going too smoothly!

Especially in the final battle, those loyal lackeys who should have fought to the death and formed a defensive line with their flesh and blood actually seemed somewhat...passive?

There was almost no resistance; they simply fired a few shots at their own fleet from a distance, and that was the end of it.

The boarding maneuvering that the Space Marines were used to did not occur.