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

Styx Galaxy, Death Song Academy.

Snow lay sprawled on the cold stone slab.

This tremor had nothing to do with the oppressive aura of the main god, but was entirely due to the stack of intelligence that had just been transmitted back.

"My Lord, the solar system... has changed."

He kept his head down very low, staring at his toes, not daring to look at the boy's face behind the desk.

Karl held a quill pen between his fingers, sketching out formulas in the void on a piece of withered parchment.

The pen tip was as steady as if it were welded to the paper, and the movements exuded a slow and elegant demeanor.

"Did the Taotie get thrashed on Earth again?"

Carl's tone was calm, without a trace of anger.

"No, my lord."

Snow swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

"The Taotie Legion has been completely annihilated."

The rustling sound of writing stopped abruptly.

Karl lifted his eyelids.

For the first time, a feeling of doubt entered those excessively clear eyes.

Carlson began writing.

The pen struck the table with a crisp sound.

"Thousands of warships. Even if they were lined up and let the enemy cut them down, it would take a month or two. Who did it? Morgana? Or those little angels?"

"Neither."

Snow made a finger gesture.

In the center of the main hall, the holographic projection suddenly unfolded.

That was the last fragment of the solar system's edge, forcibly captured by the Great Clock.

In the scene, the void is torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

A heavy, gloomy steel continent, draped in a strong Gothic style, forcibly squeezed into reality.

A length of 26 kilometers stretches across the sea of ​​stars.

Before that mobile fortress, the Taotie's flagship shrank to insignificant dust.

Immediately afterwards, the killings broke out.

A thick spear of light pierced the darkness.

The Taotie's supposedly indestructible warships were as thin as paper in the face of the energy beam.

The flames stretched as far as the eye could see, turning the airspace near Pluto a fiery red.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Carl stood up and moved a few steps to the projector.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering over the projection of the giant ship.

"The big clock is forcibly matching the database."

Snow's voice was choked with sobs.

"The results are in. Based on the Earth network and in-depth research into Lu Xiao's background..."

He paused for a moment, and what he said next even seemed absurd to himself.

"This fleet comes from the Warhammer 40 story imagined by Earthlings. It's the Thirteenth Legion, the Ultramarines. And the one leading it..."

The projected image suddenly zoomed in.

A giant clad in blue power armor with gold trim stood on the bridge.

His greatsword was blazing with flames, and his face exuded an imposing and dignified aura.

Robert Guilliman.

Snow uttered the name.

"The Primarch, the Regent of the Empire. He has truly arrived."

Carl stared intently at Guilliman's face, his mind racing.

The computing power of the giant clock was pushed to the limit, attempting to strip away the essence of this enormous energy.

However, all the returned data was garbled text.

"I can't see through it anymore."

A crack finally appeared on that perpetually calm face, a crack that looked "confused".

"The void is the unknown, but what we see before us is a 'non-existence' that transcends the unknown."

Karl turned and looked at the magnificent works on the void on the bookshelf.

"Snow, send a message to Morgana. Tell her to get away from Earth. If she doesn't want to be chopped into mincemeat by that giant with the fire sword." Actually, Morgana had already run away.

"Yes, my lord. Then we..."

"observe."

Carl sat back down in his chair.

"If the rules of this universe are collapsing, then I also have to redefine death."

……

City of Angels, Heavenly Court of Merlo.

Yan sat on the throne, his brows furrowed, his fingernails scraping against the metal armrests with a harsh sound.

"Cold, are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

Yan's voice echoed repeatedly in the dark communication channel.

"Your Majesty, I have never seen such a large ship in my entire life."

"It was right above my head. The oppressive aura kept triggering alarms in my genetic system. Lu Xiao was standing next to that person. That person was the Primarch behind Lu Xiao."

He took a deep breath and tried to find the right words.

"Guilliman. He turned the Taotie besieging Earth into space debris with just one salvo."

It felt like countless steel needles were piercing Yan's mind.

Justice and order, Keisha's treasure trove of knowledge, the balance of the known universe.

All of this shattered into dust the moment that giant named Guilliman appeared.

"It's cold. Stay there and don't make any hostile moves."

Yan cuts off communication.

She stood up, her cloak swishing loudly behind her.

"A-Zhui, Mo Yi. Come with me."

"Queen, where are we going?"

"Go find He Xi."

"This is beyond what is expected. I need the wisdom of the Celestial King. Even... I need to awaken the consciousness left behind by Queen Keisha."

Deep within the City of Angels.

He Xi sat by the lake, with snacks laid out in front of her.

But her eyes weren't on the teacup.

Dozens of virtual screens were flashing wildly in front of her, all displaying complex energy fluctuation diagrams.

"You're here?"

He Xi didn't turn around.

Yan walked quickly closer, his voice hoarse.

"King of the Heavenly Realm, you received it too?"

"The flagship, the Makurag Glory, spanning twenty-six kilometers."

He Xi put down her teacup, her face deathly pale.

"Its mass is so enormous that it stopped in Earth's orbit, and even the gravity changed."

He Xi pointed to one of the screens.

"I tried to solve the ship's shields, and as a result, three percent of the space-based computing cluster burned out. The opponent's defense logic is a completely closed physical reinforcement system. There are no backdoors, no dark dimension interfaces. It's just an iron head that's hard to crack."

"Lu Xiao said that was his father, the regent of the empire."

"empire……"

He Xi gave a bitter smile.

"If that 'empire' is really as big as it is in the story, then we so-called 'gods' might just be slightly stronger natives in their eyes."

He Xi stood up and took Yan's hand.

"Let's go. To the very bottom of the treasure trove of knowledge. That old spinster Keisha must have left behind a contingency plan for this kind of 'ultimate accident'."

The two generations of angel kings disappeared in the lakeside breeze.

……

Earth, the network world.

If the higher echelons of civilization were shocked, then the lower-level "hammerhead" community was in a state of utter collective hysteria.

Baidu Tieba, forums, Weibo, and QQ groups.

The information feed refreshes so fast it can burn out a graphics card.

"The Empire has descended upon me! Brothers, I've spotted the Glory of Macragge!"

"North Star Live Footage: Guilliman Primarch Drawing His Sword, So Cool!"

Question: Is it too late for me to join the military? I want to be a Space Marine!

The photos went viral online.

In the image, Guilliman stands atop the ruins.

Golden sunlight shone on the armor, and the sense of holiness almost overflowed from the screen.

"I am loyal! By the Emperor! I have always been loyal!"

A netizen with the username "Extremely High Purity" left a lot of comments on the forum.

"Gentlemen of the Inquisition, look at my posting history! I have never uttered any heretical statements! I praise the Emperor every day! Please don't arrest me and take me to the Inquisition!"

Someone immediately replied:

"Brother, don't think about it. Guilliman is here, so this place is now part of the 'Five Hundred Worlds.' As long as we don't engage in Chaos Worship, we won't die for now. But the problem is, now that the Primarch is here, won't those four dissertations from the Warp be coming too?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire post fell silent.

Then came even more frantic wails.

"Holy crap! No! I don't want to see that rotten flesh of Necrophos! I don't want to be captured by Slaanesh and used as a plaything!"

"Are the Necrons about to emerge from underground? Or is the Tyranid swarm coming for a feast?"

"Help! I don't want to become a Chaos Egg! Those things covered in eyes, just kill me!"

"If I had known Warhammer really existed in this world, I should have hung myself from a streetlamp last year. At least I would have died like a human being, instead of becoming Warp food."

Panic was spreading, but more than that, there was a frenzied frenzy.

After being ravaged by the Taotie for a year, Earthlings desperately need a strong leader.

Even if this powerful entity is a ruthless empire.

"Look!"

A high-definition close-up was pushed to the top.

In the video, Guilliman gently pats Lu Xiao on the shoulder.

The gentleness in those movements could be felt even through the screen.

"Awesome! That's a real powerhouse!"