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“Welcome to the Genetic Modification Center,” Rick said, turning to face the crowd. “The gene modification process has been simplified considerably, but first you will need to undergo knowledge indoctrination and a consciousness assessment.”

Ryan was led to a circular room and put on a helmet. A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his ears: "Initialization knowledge infusion program activated. Please relax and prepare to receive information."

The next second, thousands of images, sounds, and words flooded into Ryan's brain. The history of the Empire, the glory of the Space Marines, combat tactics, weapon knowledge, mech maintenance skills, and more... millennia of wisdom were compressed and inputted into his mind in just a few hours.

Ryan gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, but he persevered to keep from fainting. The machine suddenly stopped, and he gasped for breath, discovering that he could understand much knowledge he had never heard of before.

"Knowledge transfer complete. Awareness assessment is about to begin." The mechanical voice sounded again.

A virtual battlefield unfolded before Ryan, and then his consciousness entered a phantom land. He couldn't remember anything after that.

All he knew was that Rick stood in front of him and said, "Congratulations on passing the test. The real transformation process is about to begin."

Ryan was led to a huge chamber with rows of transparent nutrient tanks. Technicians gestured for him to lie flat on a metal bed.

“Do not be afraid,” said a Mechanicus technician in a pure white uniform. “We will first extract and seal your soul, then implant a genetic seed and begin the physical modification.”

After a sharp pain, Ryan felt his consciousness being pulled out of his body, hovering in mid-air and looking down at his own body.

Ryan then saw a technician implant a shimmering seed into his chest, after which his body was immersed in a liquid that emitted a pale blue fluorescence.

"Enter the time acceleration stance, transformation begins."

Within this magical temporal realm, Ryan's body is changing at an astonishing rate.

Bones grow and stretch, muscle density increases dramatically, internal organ function is strengthened, and sensory abilities are multiplied.

Then, a large number of robotic arms implanted new organs into his body—a second heart, multi-functional lungs, an enhanced liver, and so on. These are all signature bio-enhances of the Space Marines.

The medicine continuously penetrated into every cell, optimizing his genes and giving him superhuman strength and endurance.

Inside the position, Ryan underwent what felt like a months-long transformation process, while outside, only half an hour had passed.

When his soul was reinfused into his modified body, he could feel a surge of power within him.

He stood up, feeling his new body. He was now 2.5 meters tall, his muscles were as strong as steel, and he could feel the power surging within him with every breath.

"Modification complete, proceed to the equipment area," a voice announced.

Ryan was led to another passage, where high-tech 3D printing equipment began scanning his body and then directly building a complete set of custom-made power armor on him.

The metal plates and biological interfaces were perfectly integrated, and energy lines connected each joint, with each piece of armor fitting his newborn body perfectly.

This armor is not only his battle shell, but also his second skin as an Ultra Warrior.

After being equipped, Ryan was sent to another time-accelerated field, where advanced artificial intelligence simulated thousands of battlefield environments and enemy types, in which he underwent ten years of combat training.

During this time, he learned how to use various weapons, how to survive in harsh environments, how to fight alongside his bandmates, and how to deal with the characteristics of various hostile races.

Ultimately, the system matched him with the most suitable weapons based on his fighting style: an energy warhammer and a bomb machine gun.

Only one day had passed in the outside world, but Ryan had already spent years in the experience. When he carried the massive energy warhammer toward the waiting Rick, he was no longer the ordinary farmer.

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, then simultaneously pounded the imperial eagle emblem on their chests.

"Long live the God Emperor!" Rick shouted.

"Long live humanity!" Ryan responded, his voice deep and powerful.

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According to the fleet's statistics, the success rate of genetic modification reached an astonishing 99%, far exceeding any record in history.

The few who fail to be modified are simply because their genes are extremely incompatible with the Ultra Warrior gene seed, but even so, their physical attributes are still several times better than before the modification.

These personnel who "failed" to be transformed were not abandoned, but were arranged to return to their home planet to form an elite garrison to protect their homeland.

Ryan gazed out the porthole at the vast universe, and for a moment he seemed to see the Emperor's radiance shining upon every star.

He knew that his new life had just begun, and an endless battle awaited him ahead.

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A month later, the star slowly rose, its golden light shining on the massive metal platform pieced together from the war planet.

Guilliman stood tall and proud in the center of the podium. He looked down at the blue ocean before him, where 2.5 billion Ultramarines stood in neat rows, their power armor gleaming coldly in the morning light.

He had waited too long for this moment.

"Warriors!" Guilliman's voice boomed across the platform through the sound system, "Today, we embark on the greatest expedition in the history of the Human Empire!"

The deafening cheers resounded throughout the universe, and even the distant stars seemed to tremble.

Calgarh stood in the front row, gazing at the Primarch on the stage, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

His body trembled slightly, and he could hardly contain his emotions. The adjutant beside him glanced at him with concern.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Calga took a deep breath and barely managed to steady himself.

"I'm fine, it's just...all of this is too shocking."

The medical officer standing nearby looked serious and decided that if things got out of hand, he should send Calga directly to the ICU.

Guilliman raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and the platform fell silent instantly.

"Two months ago, I lifted the cap on the number of Ultramarines to 250,000." He scanned the faces of each warrior below the stage.

"Look at us now! 2.503 billion Ultramarines! 1,000 war planets! 250,000 capital ships!"

With each number announced, morale rose by one point.

Guilliman held the data tablet high in his hand.

"This is just the beginning! Thanks to His Majesty the Divine Emperor for the technology he has bestowed upon us, we have overcome the reproductive isolation problem in Astartes."

A surprised murmur arose from the audience.

"Yes, brothers, in the next few generations, humanity will be able to directly breed Astartes warriors! The era of the Empire's entire population being Astartes is coming!"

Calga clenched his fist. For years, he had longed to expand the size of his chapter, but he had been unable to do so due to a number of factors, including resource shortages, scarcity of gene seeds, and external pressures.

Today, all limitations have been broken, and history is being rewritten before our eyes.

Guilliman's voice boomed with passion: "We have divided this massive army into 250,000 battle groups, each with 10,000 warriors! And each battle group is equipped with 1,000 Imperial Titans!"

He looked around, his expression turning serious.

"This unprecedented fleet is embarking on an expedition. Our goal is not only to reclaim lost territory, but also to completely eradicate the Chaos threat and ensure that human civilization spreads to every corner of the galaxy!"

Calga felt an indescribable surge of excitement in his chest, and both his hearts pounded violently.

Guilliman drew his power sword, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

"Brothers, our Expedition of Light is not confined to this place! Right now, across the galaxy, other Primarchs are also gathering their armies in their respective star systems, preparing to launch a simultaneous all-out offensive against the forces of Chaos!"

Leon Johnson is reorganizing the Dark Angels in the Northern Sector of the Empire, while Vulcan is assembling his Salamander Chapter, and Chagatai Khan's White Scar Chapter is poised to strike in the East.

This is the prelude to a total war.

Guilliman's voice rose again: "Children! Remember your duty and honor! From this day forward, we will no longer defend, but attack! No more retreating, but conquering!"

Just then, a golden beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire podium.

Two majestic voices resounded in everyone's minds at the same time: one was the familiar voice of the emperor, and the other was the voice of the new god-emperor.

"The first Radiant Expedition of the Human Empire officially begins today!"

Calga controlled his emotions, but the light in his eyes grew even brighter. He stood ramrod straight, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

Guilliman noticed Calga's gaze and nodded slightly to him, indicating that he understood his feelings.

"Heed the call of the God-Emperor! For the future of humanity! For the glory of the Empire!"

"For the glory of the Empire!" Twenty-five billion warriors shouted in unison, their voices like a tidal wave, shaking the stars.

Above the platform, a thousand giant warships slowly descended, emitting tractor beams, awaiting the warriors to board.

Guilliman sheathed his sword as a final salute.

"Ultraman! My children! Set out! Let the galaxy witness the power of humanity once more!"

Two and a half billion soldiers turned around in unison and proceeded in groups to their respective warships. The boarding process was orderly and efficient.

Calga looked up at the fleet that was about to depart.

"History will remember this day," he whispered. "This is the beginning of humanity's counterattack."

High in the sky, Yang Yi and the emperor's illusory image stood side by side, overlooking everything. Yang Yi wore a smile, while the emperor was solemn and dignified.

The signal lights came on after boarding was completed, and Guilliman ascended to the flagship's command tower.

"All battle groups, report your status!"

"First Battle Group, ready!" "Second Battle Group, ready!" "Third Battle Group, ready!"

Two hundred and fifty thousand responses came in at once, and all the green lights on the control panel in front of him lit up. Guilliman's eyes gleamed with determination.

"All troops, march!"

A thousand war planets simultaneously activated their engines, the massive energy fluctuations causing slight distortions in the surrounding space. A fleet of 250,000 main battleships followed, with countless smaller warships swarming around them like bees.

This unprecedented fleet slowly dispersed, heading towards various star systems eroded by chaos. The advance team had already arrived ahead of time to construct the worm bridge.

"Prepare to jump!" Guilliman commanded, and a thousand portals appeared. The warships automatically combined and followed the war planet, splitting into a thousand teams, one of which accelerated into the wormhole.

The Expedition of Light has officially begun.

At the same time, across the galaxy, other Primarchs were leading their respective legions into battle. The Imperium of Man's counterattack had begun in full force.

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Before the Light Crusade began, several loyal Primarchs gathered together to communicate through the power of faith.

Chagatai Khan: Brothers, how many troops have you expanded? My White Scar Warriors now number close to ten million! That's more than the entire Imperial army combined before!

Riemann Russ: I have over twelve million wolf cubs under my command! I can't think of any alien that can stop us.

Vulcan: I only have eight million under my command, but I also have tens of millions of robots whose combat power is comparable to that of Astartes.

This drew envious comments.

Leon Johnson proudly declared: "I command a full twenty million Astartes!"

Chagatai Khan: By the way, Guilliman, what about you? Don't just listen to us, tell us yours too! How many Ultramarines do you have under your command?