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

The Makurag Glory, Strategic Conference Room.

The Primarch sat in the main seat. The Great Sages Caul, Calgar, and Sicarius sat on either side of the long table.

Lu Xiao stood at the very back of the long table.

"continue."

Lu Xiao slid open the holographic star map.

"Father, the rules here are completely different from those of that dark thousand years."

"There are no whispers of warp gods, no greenskins, and no Tyranid swarms."

Lu Xiao pulled up a set of images.

"The 'gods' here are products of technological evolution. The Angel Civilization proclaims itself the king of gods in the known universe. They promote a just order and rule the galaxy by relying on super genes and dark energy-driven technology."

The scene shifts, revealing a terrifying-looking demon.

"The demon civilization, led by Morgana, advocates corruption and freedom. They are not a projection of the warp, but rather an extreme path of genetic evolution. And there is Death, Karl, who is hiding in the Dark Nebula, studying the void, trying to open a portal to higher dimensions."

Guilliman narrowed his eyes.

"Genetic advancement? Technology creating gods?"

He looked at Caul.

The Great Sage's mechanical tentacles thrashed excitedly, and his electronic eyes spun rapidly.

"An interesting heresy... no, an interesting evolutionary path."

"Disguising technology as theology, or interpreting theology as technology. The natives' expertise in bioengineering could teach those old fogies on Mars a lesson."

"Not only that."

Lu Xiao pointed to the blue ball in the center of the star map.

"Although the Milky Way is vast, most civilizations have scattered. The various god-creating civilizations have used this place as a chessboard. And Earth, or Terra, is at the eye of the storm."

"Terra?"

Guilliman repeated the word.

"Yes, Terra."

Lu Xiao straightened her back, her eyes shining.

"In this universe, humanity is still very young. We do not have the millennia-old foundation of an empire, nor the billions of troops of the Star Guardians."

"Terra is currently in the 2K era."

Calga clenched his iron fist tightly, the metal joints creaking.

Sicarius's eyes widened.

The constant mechanical calculation sound from Caul paused for a moment.

Guilliman sat on the throne, his fingers trembling as he rested on the armrests.

"What did you say?"

"The 2K era?"

That was the era when humans were still learning to walk in their hometowns.

"Yes, Father."

Lu Xiao's voice was a little hoarse.

"According to this planet's calendar, it is now 201X."

"We have just experienced an interstellar invasion. The Taotie Legion... those scum you just wiped out with one shot, they ravaged Earth for a whole year."

"Cities turned to ruins, and the nation disintegrated."

"In order to survive, I had no choice but to launch a war of unification. With iron and blood, I forcibly bound this scattered group together."

Lu Xiao pulled up a map showing the current state of the Earth.

The once brightly lit strip of lights is now pitch black, and war is raging everywhere.

"The entire planet is ravaged."

"The population is now less than 45 billion."

45 million.

For a street in the Nest City world, this is just a fraction of the total.

But for Earth in the 2K era, this means that there are dead people everywhere.

Guilliman even wondered if he had misheard.

He has witnessed the destruction of hundreds of planets and the death of countless people.

But the words "Terra in the 2K era" struck him hard.

That was humanity's childhood.

That was what Holy Terra looked like before it became that gray, metal-shelled hive.

"45 million..."

Guilliman repeated the numbers.

In those ancient times, this was tantamount to extinction.

"You did the right thing."

Guilliman looked up abruptly, forcibly suppressing his shock, his eyes regaining the coldness befitting an imperial regent.

"In the universe, only a unified voice can ensure survival. You did nothing wrong, my child."

He stood up, his massive figure casting a large shadow.

"Since fate has cast us into Terra in this time and space, this is the Emperor's will."

Guilliman adjusted the red cape behind him with a solemn gesture.

"Prepare the boat."

"Father?" Calga hesitated. "You want to go down yourself? This planet has just experienced war..."

Calga.

Guilliman interrupted him, looking out the window at the blue planet.

"That's Terra."

"Even Terra in another dimension is the cradle of humanity."

"Whether it's M42 or M2, as long as humans are suffering, as long as my offspring are bleeding, I must be there."

"not to mention……"

Guilliman's expression relaxed, revealing a rare gentleness.

"I want to see the real ocean."

……

The fleet has set sail.

It was more like a solemn procession.

The Makula Glory slowly adjusted its course, sweeping away all the space debris around it.

Hundreds of frigates surrounded the flagship, protecting it in the middle.

When this massive steel fleet pierced through the clouds and appeared in the sky above the Earth, the whole world was stunned.

Guilliman stood at the window of the Thunderhawk gunboat.

He looked down.

There are no metal cities covering the ground, no towering spires reaching into the clouds, and no industrial fumes that turn the sky yellow.

It's blue.

A particularly pure and deep blue.

"That's... the Pacific Ocean."

Lu Xiao stood behind Guilliman and spoke softly.

Guilliman pressed his hand against the glass.

By the time the Emperor unified Terra, the seas of Terra had already been drained by a certain warlord.

And now, he saw the real sea.

One wave after another, white and fluffy.

That is the place where human civilization first set foot.

Look north.

The white snow-capped peaks disappeared into the clouds, and the mountain ranges connected together, like the spine of a dragon.

"Himalayas."

Guilliman pronounced the ancient name.

In the future, that will be the foundation of a palace, the place where the emperor sits. It will be built into the most magnificent fortress in the entire universe, with every stone encased in metal.

But now, it is simply a mountain.

Tall, sacred, and clean.

"So beautiful..."

Sicarius stared blankly at the view below, all his usual arrogance gone.

"Is this what Holy Terra originally looked like?"

Calga's voice was trembling.

For these warriors who had fought countless battles in the dark universe, the scene before them was a paradise they could never have imagined.

……

North Star, a military airfield.

This place had just been bombed; the runway was built by engineers overnight.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and medicine.

Tens of thousands of armored soldiers stood in neat rows. Their armor was covered in scratches, and their eyes were filled with fanaticism.

They won the battle, and now they are about to embrace the myth.

"They're here!"

Suddenly, chaos erupted in the crowd.

In the sky, the thick clouds were torn apart by a force.

Dozens of Thunder Eagles lined up and swooped down.

Above Thunderhawk, the enormous "Radiance of Macurag" hovered in the sky, its shadow still obscuring half the city.

Boom!

The first golden Thunderhawk crashed heavily onto the runway.

The door opened.

The scene was eerily quiet.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the door.

The Imperial Guards came out first.

Their golden power armor gleamed brightly in the sun, and the halberds in their hands flashed with electricity. They were like gods from mythology, and every step they took made it hard to breathe.

Next up is the Honor Guard.

The heavy blue armor resembled a mobile fortress, with the cloak behind him whistling.

At last.

That person came out.

He's really too tall.

Even among a group of giants, he was still the most conspicuous one.

His armor gleamed with gold, and a massive imperial sword hung at his waist. He wore no helmet, revealing his majestic and intelligent face to everyone.

Robert Guilliman.

The emperor's son.

Imperial Regency.

He stepped onto this dilapidated land, his boots crushing the bricks beneath him.

Lu Xiao followed behind him.

Whoosh!

Tens of thousands of soldiers gave a standard Eagle Salute in unison.

Guilliman stopped walking.

He looked around.

This is what people in the 2K era were like.

They haven't been worn down by the endless war; there's still light in their eyes.

Sudden.

A group of young people rushed across the police cordon.

Those were the people of the Northern Star, the survivors.

Several of the young men were so excited that they were shaking all over.

In this universe, Warhammer 40 is not just a story, but something everyone knows.

"That's Guilliman! Good heavens! That's Papa Smurf!"

A fat man wearing glasses was crying with tears streaming down his face, pointing at the blue giant and yelling like a madman.

"It really is the Primarch! Look at that sword! That's the Emperor's Sword!"

"The Regent! The Regent is here!"

"We're saved! The Empire hasn't abandoned us!"

"For the Emperor! For humanity!"

These shouts immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

The crowd, which had been too afraid to speak, suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Those are our reinforcements!"

"Long live humanity! Long live mankind!"

The cheers were like a tsunami, drowning out the sound of the plane's engines.

Some soldiers, their tension released, sat on the ground clutching their guns and burst into tears. It was an outpouring of relief after surviving a near-death experience.

Guilliman looked at the fanatical crowd.

"Guilliman".

"regent".

"Emperor".

He turned to look at Lu Xiao, somewhat puzzled.

"Do they know me? In this time and space?"

Lu Xiao scratched his head awkwardly and explained in a low voice.

"Father, your story is widely circulated in this era, although in the form of a 'literary work.' But your faith is real."

"Whether it's literary works or myths and legends."

Guilliman strode toward the cheering crowd.

The imperial guards tried to stop him, but he waved them away.

He walked up to the fat man who was crying the loudest.

The huge shadow completely obscured the person.

The fat man was so frightened that he dared not move, staring longingly as the golden gauntlet, bigger than his head, reached out.

Guilliman patted him gently on the shoulder.

The movements were very gentle, as if afraid of breaking him.

"No more fear, citizens."

Guilliman's voice was amplified throughout the entire North Star.

He looked up at each face.

"I am coming."

"Since human blood flows here, since there are still people here who shout the name of the emperor."

Guilliman drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist.

Fire ignited on the sword, and golden light illuminated the gray sky above the Northern Star.

"That is the territory of the empire!"

"I, Robert Guilliman, swear in the name of the Regent of the Empire."

"From now on, I will bear the threats from the sky."

"you……"

Guilliman looked at the people who were crying, and his voice became especially gentle.

"Just keep living."

"Live well."

……

"Karl".

Amidst deafening cheers, Guilliman gave the order over the communications channel.

"I am here, sir."

Kaur's voice remained calm.

"We are scanning the geological structure and industrial base."

"This planet's industrial system is too primitive, but the foundation is very good. Give me a reconstruction plan."

Guilliman looked at the factory still belching black smoke in the distance, his eyes gleaming.

"I want to get this planet back to production within three months."

"I will build a new five hundred worlds here."

"Since we can't go back, let's turn this place into a new Macurag."

"in addition"

Guilliman paused and looked at Lu Xiao.

"Make Lu Xiao a set of equipment tailored to his own. Since he is my offspring, he can't be dressed so shabbily."

"Also, gather those 'Hammer guys,' I mean those who know our story."

"I need intelligence."