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"An Emperor-class Titan? Enough for every 10-person squad to have one."

This number made Guilliman gasp for breath.

"One Emperor-class Titan for every 10 people?" he repeated incredulously.

"That's right. Based on the current total number of Ultramarines of 250,000, we have prepared more than 30,000 Imperial Titans."

Guilliman fell into a brief silence; he had never imagined he would one day possess such a luxurious configuration. In the past, having an entire warband own a Titan was already the highest honor.

“This is an incredibly rich war,” Guilliman murmured, his voice carrying a certain indescribable emotion.

His gaze swept across the assembly area, where Space Marines were receiving training on the use of a new communications system that would allow them to call upon Titan support at any time on the battlefield.

In the safety testing area, a group of technicians are demonstrating the protective capabilities of the new armor.

A soldier stood in the center of the firing range, clad in a full set of modified power armor. Opposite him, a heavy artillery piece was aimed at him.

"Fire," the test officer ordered.

A deafening explosion rang out, and a huge shell hit the soldier directly in the chest, the smoke and dust of the explosion engulfing the entire firing range.

When the smoke cleared, the warrior was still standing, his armor unmarked.

"The special coating on the armor surface can withstand most direct firepower," the AI ​​explained. "Moreover, devout faith in the gods will generate faith power, forming an additional protective layer that can resist warp erosion and psionic attacks."

Guilliman nodded; this technology far surpassed the Empire's current capabilities.

In the medical area, technicians are demonstrating the functions of the life support module.

"Once vital signs drop to a dangerous level, the module is immediately activated and regeneration agents are injected. Theoretically, even if only a head remains, vital signs can be maintained for several years."

Ge Xiaolun walked up to Guilliman, his tone serious.

"A reminder once again: please be sure to warn your offspring never to remove their helmets during battle."

Guilliman's lips twitched slightly.

"The helmet has multiple life-saving systems built in; taking it off is equivalent to giving up your survival protection."

Ge Xiaolun led Guilliman to a magnificent circular device inside the war planet. The device was covered with countless small slots, each emitting a faint purple light.

"This is the last life-saving teleportation device."

Ge Xiaolun took out a green pearl from his pocket, which shimmered with a mysterious luster under the light.

"Each warrior will receive an Ender Pearl and must personally place it into a designated slot, after which the slot will establish a life link with the armor."

Staff members are guiding the Space Marines to line up and enter the device, assigning each person a dedicated slot where they drop their Ender Pearls.

"Once a critical condition is detected, the device will be activated immediately to teleport the soldier back here."

Guilliman watched as the warriors completed the ritual, marveling at the wonder of the technology.

"Is this the technology of your world?"

Ge Xiaolun smiled mysteriously, "This is a gift from God."

This major overhaul marked a complete transformation for the Ultramarines.

With this advanced equipment and the generous resources provided by Yang Yi, they will return to the battlefield in an unprecedented manner, recover lost territory, and rebuild the glory of the empire.

As Guilliman said, this is a rich war, and a war that must be won.

Chapter 113 Is this still Macurag?

Meanwhile, Leon and Calgar's Ultramarines squad is heading towards Macragge.

Surprisingly, this subspace voyage went exceptionally smoothly, with almost no demonic attacks encountered.

The chaotic creatures that once inhabited the warp have now vanished without a trace.

Lyon stood by the porthole, his hands behind his back, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Commander, have you noticed? This voyage is unusually quiet."

Chapter Leader Karja nodded, the red light in his external mechanical eyes flashing.

"This is indeed unusual. We haven't encountered any chaos attacks for half a month, a situation I've never seen in my hundreds of years of service."

"It seems the Emperor has truly awakened. Look in that direction, Terra's radiance shines brighter than ever before," the fleet navigator remarked, gazing towards Terra.

Lyon looked in the direction the navigator pointed. He discovered that he could also see an unprecedented golden light emanating from the direction of Terra in the warp.

This light, like a lighthouse in the darkness, dispelled the chaotic shadows along the flight path.

“It’s not just the Emperor’s awakening,” Lyon said softly, the image of Yang Yi appearing in his mind, “there’s another god as well.”

Calga's expression turned serious. "You really believe that news? The emperor of a parallel universe?"

Lyon paused for a moment, then spoke.

"I believe my eyes. I have seen him with my own eyes. His power is immense."

Under normal circumstances, it would take at least several years of subspace travel from their originating star system to Macurag.

During this period, they will have to go through at least dozens of major battles and avoid countless warp storms.

This time, however, they approached their destination in just half a month.

“This is not normal, Lyon,” Calga whispered. “But if this is really related to the Emperor, perhaps humanity really has hope.”

Shortly afterward, an anomaly suddenly appeared in the material universe, and a vortex of purple smoke formed in front of the warship.

The center of the vortex slowly expanded, forming a portal to the subspace.

"Hold on!" Calgar broadcast to the entire ship, "Prepare to leave the warp."

Several warships filed out of the portal and returned to the material world. The portal slowly closed behind them and finally disappeared into the void of space.

Lyon breathed a sigh of relief.

Subspace travel is always risky, and every safe arrival is something to be thankful for.

"Macurag's position locked," the fleet pilot reported.

"Initiate acceleration and prepare to approach the orbit," Calga ordered.

Leon walked toward the observation window, ready to catch a glimpse of the Ultramarines' homeworld, which he hadn't seen for many years. However, the sight before him instantly stunned him.

“By the Emperor…” he whispered in disbelief, “is this really Macurag?”

Calgary quickly came to his side, his mechanical eyes flashing a red light of surprise.

Macurag has completely changed.

Today, hundreds of magnificent buildings have been added to the surface of this blue planet, and huge orbital stations surround the planet, shimmering with golden-blue energy.

Karga, as the current ruler of Macuragh, feels this most acutely; the Macuragh of today is completely different from the one he remembers.

The bustling activity in the surrounding space took him even more by surprise.

Not far away, a huge interstellar port floats in space, with thousands of spaceships constantly taking off and landing on its surface.

As the warship continued forward, an even more breathtaking scene unfolded before their eyes: several enormous planetary-sized metal structures, each with a diameter exceeding ten thousand kilometers, hovered behind Macurag.

They floated there silently, without emitting any light, and were completely unnoticed if Karga hadn't looked very closely.

“What are those?” Calga frowned.

“War…planet?” Leon tried to guess, recalling the movies he had seen before his time travel.

An alarm suddenly went off on the flight deck.

"Commander! A giant warship is approaching us!" the radar officer reported urgently.

Lyon and Calgar turned to look out the porthole. A colossal vessel was leaving the spaceport and heading towards them. The ship was painted entirely in gold and blue, the same style as their warship.

"That's... an Ultramarines battleship?" Calga asked incredulously.

Lyon remained silent. Their warship looked like a child compared to that colossal vessel.

In his hundreds of years of war, he had seen large warships, but the largest battleships were only twenty kilometers long, while the giant ship in front of him was at least a hundred kilometers long.

"Communication request received, sir," the communications officer reported.

"Connect," Calga commanded, his voice tinged with barely concealed tension and excitement.

The holographic projection flickered, and an Ultramariner wearing brand-new blue power armor appeared in the center of the command room.

“Welcome home, Chapter Master Calgar, Captain Leon.” The hologram beamed with a radiant smile. “We have detected your signal, and the Primarch is now awaiting your arrival.”

The command room fell silent instantly.

“The Primarch?” Calgar finally found his voice. “Lord Guilliman?”

“Indeed.” The hologram nodded. “The Primarch has returned, and the Chapter has been reborn. Please follow my guidance to the orbital docking area.”

“Macurag is being rebuilt, and you need new landing coordinates.”

Lyon and Calga exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

In just a few short years since I left, Macurag has undergone such a dramatic transformation.

“What exactly happened while we were gone?” Leon muttered to himself.

The colossal warship approached them, slowly turning to reveal its side. The enormous golden eagle head on the hull gleamed with a divine light in the sunlight.

They later learned that this was no longer the struggling empire he remembered, but a giant awakening, a human civilization revitalized.

“Perhaps,” Calga said softly, clenching his power gauntlets into a fist, “humanity really does have a chance.”

Lyon nodded silently, his gaze resolute.

Whatever awaits them, he is ready. To fight for humanity, to fight for the Emperor.

Then the opposing warships deployed, enveloping their ships, and then accelerated towards a newly built large port in Macurag.

After Calgar, Leon, and the other returning Ultramarines toured the interior of the large warship and learned about its structure and weapons, they learned about its internal structure and weapons.

Afterwards, they visited the armory that housed over a hundred Titans.

They could no longer contain their excitement. The weapon data might be exaggerated and required further testing in war.

However, they all knew the power of the Titans; a single Titan could change the course of a war.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like if all of these hundred-plus giant Titans were deployed to the battlefield; just thinking about it gives me a sense of security.