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Guilliman carefully observed Ge Xiaolun's expression and tone when he talked about Yang Yi, and keenly sensed the deep friendship between the two that went beyond that of ordinary superiors and subordinates.

“You have a very good relationship with His Majesty,” Guilliman said softly, a hint of envy in his voice.

"Of course, His Majesty cares about us a lot. It is thanks to his guidance that I have been able to grow."

"And he's very approachable, often playing with us."

As Ge Xiaolun recounted this, he couldn't help but sigh, "Although Yang Yi is an incredibly powerful deity, he is very approachable and often organizes team-building activities."

Saying they joined Yang Yi's divine kingdom isn't quite accurate, because this divine kingdom is more like a company, a company with the best benefits they've ever dreamed of.

"Weren't you transported to other planets by the warp when you were born?" Guilliman couldn't help but ask.

"Huh? What teleportation? I was on Earth before." Ge Xiaolun, who didn't know the Primarch's past, didn't understand what he meant.

However, to Guilliman, this meant that the Primarchs from another world, after being born, were not transported away by the Warp; they all stayed by the Emperor's side and grew up under his careful care.

Moreover, the emperor of the other world cared for them and looked after them, rather than simply treating them as tools to reclaim the empire.

No wonder the empire in another world was able to succeed.

Moreover, he had previously felt that his father's attitude towards them was strange after his recovery, and he naively thought that the ten thousand years on the golden throne had changed his personality.

In retrospect, it is highly likely that it was influenced by an emperor from another world.

Guilliman then turned to face Terra and bowed deeply in respect.

“Thank you, Your Majesty of another world.” Guilliman’s voice was not loud, but firm and powerful.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding Ultramarines all followed the Primarch's example, bowing in unison towards Terra.

The sight of thousands of Astartes warriors saluting simultaneously was truly spectacular.

Yang Yi, far away in Terra, was discussing with the Emperor how to resolve the chaos when he suddenly felt a powerful surge of faith power approaching. He was slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on his lips.

"It seems Guilliman is quite pleased with my gift."

On the Macurag, Ge Xiaolun's eyes emitted white light, with a large amount of data flowing between them. Then he made a few gestures towards the void.

Then, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and a huge warship was transported there by him using a wormhole.

This warship is 111 kilometers long, painted entirely in gold and blue, with a lifelike golden eagle head at the bow.

The entire warship is like a giant upgraded version of the Makurag Glory, with every detail perfectly matching the aesthetics and traditions of the Ultramarines.

The moment Guilliman and the Chief of Internal Affairs of Macuragh beside him saw the warship, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The warriors held their breath, and even the most seasoned veterans couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"This is... specially prepared for us?" Guilliman's voice trembled.

Ge Xiaolun nodded in acknowledgment, and then with a wave of his hand, a wormhole was set up.

"Please follow me aboard the ship." Ge Xiaolun stepped directly into the wormhole.

Guilliman followed Ge Xiaolun into the wormhole and instantly arrived at the central control room of the warship.

In the spacious control room, the phantom of a sacred artificial intelligence with wings on its back slowly emerged.

"Welcome, Primarch Guilliman." The AI's voice was gentle yet solemn.

Guilliman looked around the command center, marveling at every design detail.

The artificial intelligence then began to explain the various functions of the warship to Guilliman in detail. At the center of the control room was a massive 3D projection system, through which commands could be issued to control the 55 war planets.

"You can freely allocate the location and firepower of these war planets," the AI ​​explained. "If you wish, you can even control all the warships by yourself."

Guilliman's breathing quickened. As a master strategist, he immediately realized what this meant.

The artificial intelligence continued to explain in detail the structure of the war planet and its various weapon modules. With each weapon introduced, Guilliman's eyes lit up.

"Planetary disintegration rays can destroy a medium-sized planet in an instant."

"The wormhole generator can establish a stable spatial channel between any two points; the greater the distance, the greater the consumption."

"The quantum shield can withstand the energy impact equivalent to the explosion of a star."

"This is the converter. Put in any raw materials, then select what you need and the quantity, and it will be converted."

Guilliman listened with rapt attention.

“If we had possessed such power ten thousand years ago…” Guilliman muttered to himself, “humanity would have swept across the galaxy long ago.”

The artificial intelligence seemed to understand Guilliman's feelings and waved its hand gently.

A giant gate slowly opened on the war planet outside the warship, and the warship sailed inside.

Guilliman stood on the observation deck, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

The interior of the war planet is a vast armory, with tens of thousands of giant warships lined up neatly, each several times larger than the Empire's existing Nemesis-class battleships.

Even more awe-inspiring are the giant Titan mechs, the smallest of which is over a hundred meters tall. They stand silently, waiting to be awakened.

“These…all of them are…” Guilliman had lost count of how many times he had been shocked today.

"These are all for you, Lord Guilliman," the AI ​​replied.

The Ultramarines aboard the warship were beyond excited. Some knelt on one knee to pray to the Emperor, some had tears in their eyes, and others clenched their fists, as if they could already see the day when the Empire would regain its glory.

Guilliman took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

As a Primarch, he rarely lost his composure like this. But at this moment, faced with a power capable of altering the entire galactic landscape, even he could not remain completely calm.

These powers now belong to the Empire, to humanity, and to the Ultramarines Chapter.

He will use this power to launch a new expedition, this time no longer a dark expedition, for the future is bright.

“Please convey to His Majesty,” Guilliman said solemnly, “that the Ultramarines Chapter will forever remember this kindness.”

Ge Xiaolun smiled and nodded.

“The Lord said that you are one of the Primarchs he admires most.”

Upon hearing this, a complex light flashed in Guilliman's eyes.

“I will prove him right,” Guilliman said firmly and forcefully.

"Oh, right!" Ge Xiaolun seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to Guilliman to say it.

"All you need to do is pray sincerely to His Majesty, and an interface will appear before your eyes where you can exchange your faith for all sorts of things."

"You can continue to upgrade your warships, and you can even purchase more war planets."

"Faith?" Guilliman asked, puzzled. What kind of currency is this?

"That's right, it's faith. You only need to pray sincerely and reclaim lost territory to gain faith," Ge Xiaolun explained.

Guilliman's eyes lit up even more. He decided that once he returned, he would immediately contact the priests and spread the faith of the God-Emperor in Altramor.

He couldn't help but imagine tens of thousands of war planets sweeping across the warp and bombarding the evil god.

Guilliman swore he had never seen such a wonderful start.

Chapter 112 Ultra Warrior Second Modification

Subsequently, with the help of Ge Xiaolun, Guilliman launched a full-scale mobilization of Alteramar. Information was transmitted at high speed between star systems, and all Space Marines received the recall order and quickly assembled in Macragge.

What followed was an unprecedented major renovation.

The extreme warriors lined up in neat rows and entered the modified chambers that Ge Xiaolun had designed specifically for them.

Through the translucent walls, one could see the golden energy liquid flowing inside, emitting a faint glow.

Guilliman stood on the command platform, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. These loyal sons would follow him into battle.

The modified warehouse door slowly opened, releasing a burst of cool white mist.

The first batch of Ultramarines who had completed their modifications stepped out, their brand-new power armor gleaming with a deep blue luster under the Macurag sun.

They moved their limbs, feeling an unprecedented strength and flexibility.

"How are you feeling?" Guilliman asked as he stepped forward.

"It's been smoother than ever before, Primarch." The centurion knelt on one knee, his voice filled with excitement.

The modification chamber not only repaired their long-standing injuries and ailments, but also implanted a microcomputer in each soldier, which could connect in real time to the war planet's main control system.

This allows them to receive battlefield information in real time and calculate tactical parameters.

Then, the AI ​​projector showed Guilliman holographic blueprints of the new power armor.

"The armor has multiple functional modules embedded inside, with an outer layer of ultra-density composite coating and an inner layer equipped with a life support system."

Guilliman reached out and touched the holographic projection, carefully observing every detail.

Where did this shell material come from?

"This is a special alloy provided by my god, and its hardness far exceeds that of your previous armor materials."

The image was then zoomed in to show the head armor section of the helmet.

"The head armor has been specially thickened, and my God specifically instructed that your offspring should not remove their helmets during battle."

Guilliman nodded approvingly and continued to look through the blueprints, but he paused when he heard the last sentence.

Perhaps influenced by the Primarchs, the more powerful the offspring, the more they like to remove their helmets during battle, which is certainly not a good habit.

Next, the AI ​​introduced Guilliman to the Ω-shaped emblem embedded in the shoulder armor. This is the Terraria Golden Horseshoe, which makes warriors immune to fall damage and greatly increases their mobility.

He then discovered a yellow doll embedded inside the power backpack, emitting a faint glow.

"What is this?" Guilliman asked, pointing to the Totem of Immortality.

"From a mysterious device, it can protect warriors from fatal injuries and heal their wounds when they suffer fatal damage."

"Simply put, it means having an extra life."

A look of surprise flashed across Guilliman's eyes, which then broke into a smile.

In the infantry armory area, Space Marines are receiving upgraded weapons and equipment.

The standard bolt carrier rifle has been redesigned with redesigned rifling, resulting in a significantly increased range and doubled ammunition power; the chainsaw sword's blade material has been changed to a super-tough alloy that will never dull.

Guilliman stood on the high platform, looking down at the warriors pouring into the conversion center.

"How many Titan fighters do we have?" he asked the AI ​​beside him.