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"Each warship is equipped with extremely powerful weapons, including the Planetary Disintegration Ray, which can disintegrate an entire planet into basic particles with a single shot," Yang Yi continued calmly.

The Minister of Military Affairs involuntarily grasped the Minister of the Interior beside him, and the two trembled together.

"Most importantly," Yang Yi looked at the Emperor, "each war planet is equipped with a wormhole laying device, which can establish a stable wormhole passage between any two points, enabling movement across star systems."

A glint flashed in the Emperor's usually calm golden eyes. "A stable wormhole? Unaffected by the warp?"

"What does this have to do with pure technology and subspace?"

Upon hearing this, the emperor also became somewhat excited, his pupils growing even deeper. This was precisely the technology he had been dreaming of!

Yang Yi continued, "These war planets are also equipped with weapons against the Tyranids, Orks, and Chaos."

The emperor remained silent for a moment, golden energy flowing around him. "May this power forever serve humanity."

"There's definitely no problem. All the artificial intelligence on the war planet is my follower, and there is no existence in this world that can corrupt them."

The high lords surrounding the main hall stared in disbelief at the scene.

"Is this...is this really a miracle?" an elderly high lord murmured to himself, his trembling hands gripping his staff tightly.

“By the Emperor, I have never seen a fleet of such scale!” another high lord, dressed in magnificent attire, whispered, his face pale.

Their eyes held both fear and hope. Fear of this unprecedented power, and hope that it would eventually dispel the gloom hanging over humanity.

Terra has also prepared some powerful equipment, but it is no match for Yang Yi's.

In the spacious open space in front of the palace hall, several Imperial-class Titans, as large as small mountains, stood there. They were over a hundred meters tall and their surfaces were engraved with glorious battle records and devout prayers.

Of particular interest is a special Imperial-class Titan that stands over 150 meters tall, with an exquisite large cathedral on its back. The cathedral's spire points straight to the sky, symbolizing eternal loyalty to the Emperor.

Yang Yi looked around at the Titans and buildings and nodded in satisfaction.

"Excellent, very much in line with the Warhammer style!" he murmured in admiration.

In addition, there were more than a dozen battleships of different types that were temporarily transferred. They hovered above Terra Palace, arranged in a defensive formation, and the holy emblems on their hulls gleamed in the sunlight.

The longest battleships were over 20 kilometers long. To ordinary people, these behemoths were enough to blot out the sky and inspire awe.

But compared to the war planets that Yang Yi brought, they were like shrimp next to a giant whale, insignificant.

Yang Yi glanced at the battleships and decided to modify these small things.

'While they can't compare to my WarStars, these warships can still serve as escort and reconnaissance vessels, and I quite like their rugged Warhammer style.'

He then activated a power generator on a war planet, and an invisible gravitational wave swept across space, pulling four Nemesis-class battleships into the war planet.

As the battleship approached, the planet slowly unfolded a portion of itself, as if opening a giant maw to devour the warship.

The war planet then slowly closed and began its transformation.

Several hours later, the war planet was deployed again. The original battleships were gone, replaced by a brand new super warship.

This warship is an astonishing 100 kilometers long, and its appearance fully retains the rugged aesthetic style of the Warhammer world.

It's like a flying fortress, with no streamlined design whatsoever, its main feature being a powerful flying brick.

Although the appearance retains the previous style, its core is completely different, with Yang Yi incorporating advanced technologies from other worlds.

He added a small energy-absorbing shield to the warship, equipped it with a compact energy core and a wormhole generator. The ship also housed a devout AI module that believed in Yang Yi, responsible for its daily operations.

The main weapon system has also been upgraded, with the addition of a high-energy weapon capable of disintegrating matter.

Although these changes were trivial to Yang Yi, they represented a revolutionary technological advancement in the Warhammer world.

'After all, I didn't intend to use these warships for offensive purposes; I'll just treat them as large-scale collectible figures.'

The followers of the Cult of Mechanism witnessed the entire transformation process and were so excited they could hardly contain themselves.

They were dazed and collapsed to the ground, black engine oil seeping from the seams of their bodies, convulsing and uttering prayers.

"Omnisiah above! This is a holy transformation ritual! If I could witness the process, I would die right now!" a high-ranking technical priest shouted, and then the system began to overload.

What happened next completely threw them out of control. Yang Yi waved his hand lightly, and a beam of light shone down, causing the newly modified warship to split into two identical warships.

Then two became four, four became eight, and within minutes, warships filled the sky, even obscuring the light emitted by the war planet.

Yang Yi only made a few tens of thousands of copies. It wasn't that he didn't want to make more, but rather that there simply weren't enough Space Marines to carry these warships.

After completing the warship replication, Yang Yi began replicating the giant Titan jointly modified by Ge Xiaolun and Jiadeng.

These Titans are made from the sacred gold ingots of Terraria, and are entirely golden in color, enveloped in divine light.

Each Titan is equipped with a miniature power core and an advanced artificial intelligence system.

Its left arm is equipped with a Star Cannon capable of destroying small planets, while its right arm is equipped with a Photon Ripper Chainsaw capable of cutting through almost any known material.

Yang Yi began to replicate these giant Titans in batches. Soon, tens of millions of Titans flew to various war planets and warships, forming an unprecedented mechanical torrent.

He will crush any force that stands in his way.

Everyone present, from the noble high lords to the ordinary guards, understood that they were witnessing one of the most important moments in the history of the human empire.

The empire is about to usher in a new dawn, and Yang Yi, the emperor from another world, will lead humanity to unprecedented glory.

Chapter 109 The Great Mobilization of Otrama

On the other side, Guilliman passed through the golden portal back to Macragge and stood before his static position, where he had sat for millennia.

His gaze swept across the hall, where he saw a large number of Ultramarines in their iconic blue paint scheme surrounding several patrol members, asking them questions with excited expressions.

An uneasy atmosphere filled the air.

Guilliman could sense their anxiety. The Primarch they had guarded for millennia had suddenly disappeared, and it was said that he had been taken away by the Emperor, who had been silent for millennia.

They would never have believed it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

“This must be a warp trick!” A veteran Space Marine clenched his fist, his voice filled with rage.

“We should organize a search team immediately!” another soldier suggested.

The Warband Think Tank Leader—an old warrior with complex psionic patterns on his forehead—raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

“I have performed a psychic reading. Although it is not as accurate as before, I can still confirm that this is not a bad thing.” His voice was hoarse but firm.

"Moreover, I can see through the warp that the golden light coming from the direction of Holy Terra has become stronger than ever before. Perhaps the Emperor has truly been resurrected."

Guilliman noticed that the think tank director's eyes flickered when he said this, as if he was holding back.

If it weren't for the think tank chief's reassurance, these loyal warriors would probably have already demolished the main hall and launched an expedition to find the Primarch's whereabouts.

In fact, the think tank director did not tell the whole truth.

Now his psychic prophecies have suddenly become unclear, and the trajectory of the future has been severed by some force.

The future has become more unpredictable, and if he tries to predict it, he will find that all predictions eventually converge on the same outcome.

A figure in heavy golden armor, wielding a long sword, stood in the void, as if he had severed all possible futures, leaving only one possible ending.

All destinies converge on that figure.

Deep in the warp, Tzeentch felt the loss of power within him, and the ever-changing Demon Lord, one of the four Chaos Gods, paced uneasily in his demon palace.

He knew time was running out and he had to quickly discuss a plan with his three other annoying "old buddies".

The changes in this universe are decreasing rapidly, and if this continues, it will seriously affect him.

.......

In the slumbering hall of Markrag Guilliman, a young Space Marine suddenly froze in place, his entire body beginning to tremble slightly.

His gaze had inadvertently swept over the static position, and then he couldn't look away.

The other soldiers noticed his unusual behavior and followed his gaze.

There stood their Primarch, Guilliman, whom they had longed for day and night; his blue power armor gleamed with a sacred light under the hall's lights.

His gaze was gentle yet firm, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked upon his loyal offspring.

Time seems to have frozen.

Despite being sealed away for millennia, Guilliman could still feel the bond of blood.

Although these Ultra Warriors' armor styles are very different from those of 10,000 years ago, their loyalty and sense of honor have never changed.

They are his offspring, his pride.

Some older soldiers had seen Guilliman in person, while the younger generation had only worshipped this great father in statues and portraits.

At this moment, the legendary figure stood vividly before them.

Then, one by one, the Space Marines knelt down and saluted Guilliman, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had practiced it hundreds of times.

"Our father of genes, the Ultramarines pledge allegiance to you!" they shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the hall.

Guilliman stepped forward and gestured for them to stand up.

"My children, I am so glad to see you ten thousand years from now."

"Time is of the essence. Can anyone tell me the current situation in Ottara?"

Several veteran warriors stepped forward and gave Guilliman a detailed report on the current situation of the five hundred worlds of Otrama.

“Although most of the worlds have lost contact, the remaining worlds still maintain complete industrial systems,” the last company commander said. “They are all operating at full capacity now, producing the supplies we need in a continuous stream.”

After listening to the report, Guilliman sighed deeply.

“You have done well, my children. In these dark millennia, you have protected the spark of humanity.”

This simple affirmation brought tears to the eyes of the Space Marines present. They had waited for this moment for far too long.

“I just got back from Terra,” Guilliman continued. “Father has indeed woken up.”

This statement caused a stir in the hall.

"Not only that, my father also met a powerful being from another world. Together they will lead humanity to a new era of glory."

Guilliman briefly describes what happened in the Imperial Palace, including Yang Yi’s astonishing power and the Emperor’s resurgence.

"A new expedition is about to begin, and humanity will reclaim its lost ground and become great again."

A young Space Marine couldn't help but ask, "Primarch, can this being from another world truly be trusted?"

Guilliman pondered for a moment.

“My father trusts him, and that’s enough for me. My father says he’s the emperor of a parallel universe. Although I feel that the two of them have almost nothing in common, his power is undeniable.”