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"And his goal is the same as ours: to protect humanity and fight against chaos."

"So who he is doesn't matter!"

Another warrior stepped forward: "How should we prepare, Primarch?"

Guilliman's gaze hardened.

"Gather all available resources, mobilize every warship, and engage every soldier. Contact the Cult of the Machine God and prepare the most advanced weaponry."

“My father and that man need these resources. Although I don’t fully understand their plans, I trust my father’s judgment.”

Guilliman's order spread swiftly throughout Macurag.

The Space Marines sprang into action immediately. Urgent commands came through the communicators, the engines in the hangar roared to life, and the dormant warships were awakened.

Guilliman stood in the command center, from which a constant stream of instructions came out.

Hundreds of worlds are responding to his commands, production lines are running at full speed, and a large influx of fresh talent is beginning to receive training.

This unprecedented speed of mobilization is astounding.

Guilliman knew that this was not only because of his return, but also because the news of the Emperor's awakening gave humanity new hope.

In the central cathedral of Macurag, Guilliman stood before the colossal statue of the emperor, lost in thought.

His millennia-long slumber caused him to miss out on so much, but fate gave him a second chance.

This time, he will not disappoint the Emperor's expectations, nor will he betray humanity's trust.

With Guilliman's intervention, the entire Ottara was like a sophisticated machine, starting to operate at full speed.

The human empire's counterattack is about to begin.

Just as the Ultramarines were making their preparations, a golden portal larger than a planet slowly emerged from space near Macragge.

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The portal drew the attention of everyone on Macurag.

Guilliman put down the documents in his hand, looked up and heard the unusual noises coming from outside. He frowned slightly and immediately interrupted his strategic discussion with his staff.

"Come with me to take a look." He looked at the governor beside him, his voice steady and firm.

Stepping out of the main hall, Guilliman immediately sensed something amiss: the light of the Macurag star was being obscured by some enormous object, and the sky appeared unnaturally dim.

He then looked up at the sky and froze in place.

A golden portal, as large as a galaxy, floated outside the orbit of Macragge, its edges shimmering with familiar energy ripples.

Then something even more awe-inspiring happened: a massive steel planet was slowly passing through the portal and heading towards Macurag.

"Intercept! Prepare for defense!" A veteran company commander reacted immediately and activated his communicator.

Guilliman raised his hand to stop him. "No need." His gaze remained fixed on the portal, his expression focused.

"The energy in this portal is the same as the portal that sent me back to Macragge," Guilliman said in a deep but certain voice.

His mind raced as he analyzed the situation. This war-torn planet must be the support promised by the "Emperor" from a parallel universe.

His strong strategic instincts immediately led him to assess the planet's tactical value.

"If we can effectively utilize such war-torn planets, our process of reclaiming lost territory will be greatly accelerated," Guilliman mused, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Even from a great distance, Guilliman could make out the outline of the giant cannon at the center of the war planet.

He roughly estimated that the diameter of the cannon was at least 1000 kilometers. Even if such a cannon could only fire projectiles, its power would be enough to destroy an ordinary planet.

As the war-torn planet drew near Macragge, a massive rift suddenly appeared on its surface. Countless warships poured out of the rift and arrayed themselves in space.

Guilliman carefully examined the warships using the surrounding observation equipment. As a commander well-versed in tactics, he immediately realized that the size of these warships far exceeded any of the Ultramarines Chapter's existing fleet.

“Even my former flagship, the Glory-class battleship, is nothing compared to them.” Guilliman was shocked, but on the surface he maintained the composure befitting a Primarch.

A technocrat from the Cult of Machines rushed to Guilliman's side and handed him a data tablet.

"Your Excellency Primarch, according to data transmitted back by the orbiting satellites, the war planet has a diameter of over 12000 kilometers, and those warships..." The Technologist's voice trembled with excitement, "...each one is no less than 100 kilometers in length."

Guilliman took the data tablet and examined the numbers carefully. The data was incredible, yet undeniably real.

As the data was confirmed, Guilliman's shock gradually turned into excitement.

Guilliman silently calculated in his mind that these massive warships in the sky and the war planet in the center would be a decisive advantage for the upcoming counterattack.

A single warship like this is enough to change the course of a galactic war.

His tactical mind had begun to devise how to deploy these forces most effectively, allowing them to exert their greatest advantage on the battlefield.

"Is this the support power that the emperor of the other world spoke of? It's really powerful!" Guilliman couldn't help but think to himself.

The Ultramarines stared wide-eyed at the dense fleet in the sky; even the veterans who had experienced countless battles couldn't help but widen their eyes at this moment.

“Omnisiah above…” a technologist from the Mechanism Church murmured, his voice a mixture of fanaticism and awe.

Guilliman's mind raced as he began to consider how to incorporate this fleet into his strategic plans.

Which fronts need this kind of firepower most? Which lost worlds should be reclaimed first? These questions flooded his mind.

As a master strategist, Guilliman understood that possessing power and using it correctly were equally important. These warships and war planets, if properly deployed, could fundamentally alter the balance of power against the forces of Chaos.

His gaze returned to the golden portal, and he silently thanked the Emperor for his wisdom.

Regardless of the origins of this "emperor from a parallel universe," Guilliman is willing to cooperate with him as long as he can help the human empire regain its glory.

This massive fleet before us will be a crucial asset for the human empire's counterattack.

Guilliman fell into deep thought, calculating how to maximize the use of these warships and war planets. He pondered which front lines they should be deployed to, and which battlefields would most need this level of power.

Just then, another enormous war planet slowly appeared from the portal.

Then came the third one...

The fourth one...

After that, a continuous stream of war planets crossed from the void and poured into the space around Macragge.

Guilliman's eyes widened at first, then his expression froze, and finally he was left only with numbness.

He had experienced countless battles, witnessed the Emperor's expeditionary forces, and witnessed the prosperity of the Empire during the 30k era, but he had never seen such a scene before.

The Ultramarines were equally dumbfounded. These Astartes warriors, who had fought bravely on countless battlefields for thousands of years, felt like green recruits.

"May Omnisaiah bless..."

The starlight was obscured by the war planets, and over a hundred war planets eventually arrived before the portal closed. They orbited around Macragge, each radiating a golden energy glow.

Guilliman couldn't help but recall the myth of ancient Terra, a hundred days that seemed to signify the end of the world.

The scene before us is so similar to those ancient prophecies, but this is not the end of humanity, but the end of the aliens.

The hatches inside the war planet opened, and countless battleships flew out, forming a dense and orderly array in the void, resembling a steel canopy from afar.

Guilliman looked at these fleets, fleets large enough to sweep away any enemy in any known sector.

Suddenly, a peculiar warship caught Guilliman's attention.

This warship's style is unlike any other warship; in fact, it resembles the Eldar style.

The warship has a cross-shaped structure, with two pairs of huge energy wings extending from its back, like an angel from mythology.

This design reminded Guilliman of his brother, Saint Gilles.

The warship sped over and eventually hovered several thousand meters above the surface of Macurag.

Several figures leaped from the warship, passing through the atmosphere at incredible speed, and stopped just before touching the ground.

They could stop in an instant despite their rapid descent, as if inertia did not exist. What is even more surprising is that they did not even stir up a breeze.

The figure that had been hovering in mid-air then slowly landed, and Guilliman began to carefully observe the visitors. His gaze first settled on the leader.

It was a warrior who was nearly three meters tall, wearing blue and white power armor. The whole suit of armor looked very high-tech, with smooth lines and a sense of power.

The newcomer was Ge Xiaolun, who was wearing the Kingdom Mech God Xuanwu mech armor.

Behind him, a female warrior dressed in red and white power armor was particularly eye-catching.

It was none other than Reina, who was wearing the Vermilion Bird mech suit of the Kingdom.

Behind them were several soldiers dressed in similar armor, lined up on both sides.

Guilliman noticed that while the design of these armors was quite different from the Imperial technological style, their functionality appeared to be more advanced.

Ge Xiaolun strode forward, his steps firm and powerful. Each step carried a unique sense of steadiness, the composure that came with his formidable strength.

He walked up to Guilliman, his height almost matching that of the Primarch.

"Hello, I am Ge Xiaolun, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion from a parallel universe empire!"

Chapter 111 I've never seen such a wonderful start.

Ge Xiaolun and Guilliman stood side by side, their figures casting long shadows in the sunlight of Macragge.

“I’ve brought a lot of teammates to support you, Guilliman.”

Guilliman nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the warriors behind Ge Xiaolun, who were dressed in exotic power armor.

"We will do everything in our power to help you recover lost territory and rebuild the glory of the empire." Ge Xiaolun raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Guilliman looked in the direction Guilliman was pointing and saw dozens of enormous war planets floating silently in the sky, each radiating golden energy.

"See those?" Ge Xiaolun's lips curled up slightly. "Those are the fifty-odd war planets that Lord Yang Yi specially prepared for you."

Guilliman looked up abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply.

"All of it...is for me?" His voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence.

Ge Xiaolun nodded in confirmation.

Guilliman was first shocked, then excited, and finally deeply grateful.

As a master strategist, he instantly calculated the strategic value represented by these war-torn planets. These were not merely weapons, but forces capable of altering the entire galactic landscape.

"Please convey my sincerest gratitude to His Majesty," Guilliman said in a deep and solemn voice.

Ge Xiaolun noticed the glint in Guilliman's eyes. This Primarch, who had previously held reservations about Yang Yi, had now completely changed his stance.