The player is playing like a god, and has already advanced to Space Marine level at the start.

Robert Guilliman stands in front of the observation window.

He was the regent of the empire, the thirteenth son of the emperor.

Outside the window, a torrent of steel filled the view.

The flagship "Magna Glory" stretches across the vacuum, its 26-kilometer-long hull resembling a giant beast sleeping in the deep sea.

The Glory Queen-class battleships obscured the starlight, followed by hundreds of strike cruisers and frigates.

The thrusters spewed out eerie blue flames, leaving a trail that stretched for thousands of miles in the darkness.

Gothic spires rise from the ship's ridge, while countless massive cannons silently peer into the deep space.

This is an expeditionary force, yet it is capable of burning a galaxy to ashes.

"grown ups."

The synthesized mechanical sounds are harsh and grating.

Belisarius Caul moved his foot forward, his prosthetic body striking the deck with precise rhythm.

"The physical constants...are unusually stable."

The Great Sage flicked out his mechanical tentacles, and a holographic projection unfolded.

"The warp is as smooth as a mirror. The Geller field does not need to operate at full power. There is no corrosion, and no psionic interference."

Caultron's eyes gleamed red: "This universe is too clean."

Guilliman tilted his head, his brow furrowing.

He remembered that subspace storm.

The black hole devours everything, the navigator loses the guidance of the star torch, and the star talker is left only with deathly silence.

They became lonely souls in this desolate land.

"You mean we've fallen into another dimension?"

"The conclusion at the quantum level is here."

Kaul retracted the robotic arm, his tone indifferent.

"Call me whatever you want, we're now the only ones left in the void."

Guilliman watched the fleet in silence.

These were the backbone of the empire, originally sent to save their dying homeland, but now they've been thrown off the chessboard.

"Summon them."

Guilliman gave the order.

"Calga, Sicarius, all commanders."

"See you in the strategy room in ten minutes."

……

Ten minutes later, in the strategy room.

The ceramic steel armor plates rubbed against each other, and the room was filled with the spicy smell of machine oil mixed with incense.

Calgar stood guard to Guilliman's right, his heavy iron fists hanging limply, his face etched with loyalty.

Company Commander Sicarius stood with his hand on his sword, his murderous aura almost overflowing from the gaps in his armor.

"No navigation, no signal."

Guilliman pointed to the wasteland on the star map.

"We're like blind men groping in the dark. I need intelligence."

"Father."

Calgary took a step forward.

"Blindly sailing will run out of fuel. I suggest deploying reconnaissance aircraft, or..."

A cold glint flashed in the veteran's eyes.

"Arrest a few prisoners."

"This place may be quiet, but it's not a dead end. Pirates and aliens will always come knocking."

Guilliman nodded.

This makes perfect sense.

"I agree!"

Sicarius has a loud voice.

"The Honor Guard is ready at any time. I will make them repent before the Emperor's wrath."

The piercing alarm instantly tore through the silence.

A red light flashed, and the bird divination device screeched wildly.

"Spatial fluctuations detected! Unidentified fleet has jumped, distance 3,000 kilometers!"

Guilliman looked up; red dots were darting around on the screen.

They crashed right into the side of the flagship.

It was a dilapidated fleet, with rusted hulls and patches upon patches on top of patches.

……

"Boss! We've hit the jackpot!"

Inside the pirate ship, the navigator was so excited he changed his tune.

"There's a huge, fat sheep ahead! This radar feedback... it's definitely a giant transport convoy!"

The pirate captain downed a mouthful of strong liquor and suddenly stood up.

"Show us the cannons! Scar these cowards to death! Make them hand over their toll, or we'll blast them all to smithereens!"

He strode toward the porthole, eager to see his prey with his own eyes.

The smile froze on his face instantly.

The bottle shattered, and broken glass splattered all over the floor.

In the void, a steel Great Wall overlooks the ants.

That wasn't a merchant ship.

That was a monster far more magnificent than a mobile fortress.

Its 26-kilometer-long size obscured the starry sky, and the muzzle of the Hongpao slowly rotated, large enough to fit his entire flagship.

Around that giant ship, countless battlecruisers filled the field of vision like swarms of bees.

The oppressive feeling of industrial violence made the pirate captain feel weak all over.

"What...what is this...?"

His jaw was chattering, and he was screaming wildly.

"Engine overload! Evacuate! Evacuate now!"

late.

"Fire."

Cicarius delivered the verdict.

Close-in weaponry formed a deadly net.

The fireball exploded in the vacuum, and the leading pirate ship instantly disintegrated.

The light spear pierced through the shield like a hot knife cutting through wet paper.

"Keep alive."

Guilliman's voice came through the channel.

"clear."

Sicarius smiled.

"Boarding torpedoes ready!"

……

The battle ended faster than a breath.

In five minutes, the pirate fleet was reduced to space debris, with only the flagship's power source rendered useless.

Sicarius led the Terminator Guard to force their way in.

The bomb guns roared, and the pirates' lasers struck the ceramic armor without even rubbing off the coating.

This was a one-sided massacre.

……

Half an hour later, in the interrogation room.

The pirate captain knelt on the cold ground.

Guilliman took off his helmet.

That majestic, godlike face completely robbed the pirates of their ability to think.

"explain."

Guilliman's deep voice resonated in the other person's eardrums.

"Where is this?"

"Silver... Milky Way..."

The pirate captain answered, trembling.

"Milky Way?"

Guilliman frowned slightly. Same name, but completely wrong star charts.

"Where's the power? Who's in charge?" Calga's power gloves made a clicking sound.

"There are many civilizations in this universe... angels, demons, the blazing sun... and Death God Karl. The greatest are the angels, who call themselves the Kings of the Gods."

Angel?

Guilliman and Calgar locked eyes. The blood of Saint Gillespie?

"Anything else?"

"Recently... Earth in the Crimson Star System has gone berserk."

The pirate captain's eyes widened in terror: "Taotie beasts and demons are all feeding on that place. Earth was doomed, but suddenly a bunch of monsters appeared there..."

He glanced at Guilliman's blue heavy armor, his face turning pale.

"They dress much like you, blue steel giants too. They call themselves..."

"Speak!" Sicarius roared.

"Ultramen! They're called Ultramarines! They're going on a killing spree on Earth! They say they're fighting for the Emperor..."

Guilliman stood up abruptly, causing the interrogation room to tremble.

Extreme Warrior.

Those were his offspring, the Thirteenth Legion.

In this strange universe, his children are fighting for the emperor?

"Sure?"

"The whole universe knows! The ruler of that Earth is named Lu Xiao, and his subordinates are all these blue giants!"

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

The original gene does not believe in coincidence.

If it is his bloodline fighting alone, how can a father sit idly by?

"map."

Guilliman reached out his hand.

The pirates trembled as they handed over the star map.

Kaul connected to the interface, and after a moment looked up: "Data available. This is a stable passage to the Crimson Heng star system."

Guilliman fastened his helmet.

"Pass on my order: the entire fleet, to Level One combat readiness."

"Target: The Great Insect Bridge. Destination: Earth."

He strode out, his red cloak fluttering in the wind.

"Go and see who dares to bully my offspring."

"Who dares to lay a finger on Holy Terra!"

"Full speed ahead!"

……

"The Great Sage".

During the march, Guilliman suddenly spoke.

"What would you think if you met another Ultra Warrior on Earth?"

Kaul's mechanical eyes rotated: "From a biological perspective, it's convergent evolution. From a theological perspective..."

"That is the will of the emperor."

"No matter where they come from, as long as they wear blue and shout for the Emperor, they are brothers."

"In this universe, one more bomb gun is always a good thing."

Guilliman smiled.

The smile was hidden in the shadows behind the helmet.

"That's right."

He looked at the tiny blue dot on the star map.

"My children are there."