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

Guilliman led Caul and the others to Skyblade 7.

Belisarius Caul's dozens of mechanical limbs beat out a dense drumbeat on the ground, and his electronic eyes spun rapidly, as if trying to tear everything in sight to shreds and see it all clearly.

Later, there were Calga, Sicarius, and Titus, among others.

"Is this the ship?"

Guilliman stopped and glanced upwards.

The design of this fortress exudes an unusual divinity. Its streamlined hull is as white as jade, and the floating holographic interface shimmers among the wing totems. It is the complete opposite of the rugged aesthetics of the Empire's Gothic cathedrals with their engines.

"Yes, Father."

Lu Xiao stepped aside to make way and pointed to the two rows of nail plates.

"Skyblade No. 7. A gift from the Angelic Civilization, a token of their loyalty."

Guilliman's gaze swept over the crew members.

Even the Primarch, who was used to seeing big scenes, felt a twitch between his brows.

All of them were women.

Those faces were unbelievably beautiful, but their eyes were full of arrogance.

This is like a completely different dimension compared to the undead on the Imperial warships, whose faces are covered in oil, who are missing limbs, or who have even been converted into machine servants.

"It's all women."

Guilliman’s tone was heavy and authoritative.

"It even grew wings."

He turned his head to look at Caul.

"Great Sage, what is your opinion on this matter?"

Kaul was already going crazy with frustration.

A mechanical tentacle suddenly shot out, its scanning probe at the tip almost poking the nose of an angel warrior.

The red light swept from head to toe like a brush.

The gears inside Caul's body clicked and clattered.

"Interesting...this is simply a miracle!"

The electronic vibrato was filled with an undisguised fervor.

"Carbon-based genes, but violently modified at the genetic level. Bone density is thirty times that of a standard human, and muscle fiber structure is more like a hydraulic transmission. Even with Om Messiahs above, their telomeres show absolutely no signs of wear!"

Kaul retracted the probe, while the metal claws frantically gestured in mid-air.

"Your Majesty, according to the Empire's classification, they should be categorized as demi-humans."

"Ajin?"

Guilliman pondered the word repeatedly.

In the Empire, demi-humans usually meant either a drooling hulking man like Oglin or a hairy dwarf like Ratlin, in short, they had nothing to do with "beautiful".

"That's right, demi-humans."

Kaul's electronic eyes flashed red light erratically.

"Although it has an extra pair of wings, its genetic makeup is still based on the human template. And..."

"This purity. No mutation, no corrosion, as clean as a newly manufactured work of art. If Oglin is a lump of rotten flesh, these 'angels' are precision clocks."

Guilliman's tense lips relaxed slightly.

As long as they are human, even if they are winged demi-humans, they are within the Empire's tolerance limit.

If it were an alien, this would involve bloodshed.

Although he doesn't mind engaging in some "pragmatic" collaborations in private, the Imperial Regent cannot publicly lead the way as a heretic.

Guilliman strode forward, his towering shadow instantly enveloping the angel before him.

Looking at these excessively beautiful "demi-humans," the image of another woman popped into his mind.

Evelynne.

The Eldar Deathbringer leader who awakened him from the stasis field.

Guilliman's strange feeling resurfaced.

He himself was entangled with the aliens, but now that he saw Lu Xiao bringing back this group of "demigods," he felt that the kid was a good person with good roots.

Since you've already set a precedent, don't make things difficult for your son.

Guilliman's facial features softened completely.

He reached out and patted Lu Xiao on the shoulder.

"Well done, my son."

……

At the end of the line.

Titus is experiencing the most magical moment of his career.

Ever since his power armor connected to this thing called "the Internet," the veteran has started to question the meaning of life.

"Company Commander! Please sign your name!"

"Company Commander Titus! How exactly do you train for that perfect parry? Does it involve timing the chainsaw's rotation speed?"

"Company Commander! I'm a veteran from the Second Company! Even though it's just a game, I fought alongside you against the Tyrant!"

A group of rough men wearing original forged power armor were now surrounding Titus without any discipline.

They weren't holding bomb guns, but rather disc cases and posters with the cover of "Space Marine 2," and even a small statue of Titus himself.

Titus removed his helmet, revealing a bewildered expression on his scarred face.

He stared at the tablet computer that was handed to him.

On the screen, a giant who looks exactly like him is wielding a chainsaw sword, slaughtering the swarm of insects.

That's him.

That was the hell he experienced on Kadakku.

The angle of the sword swing, the roar during the execution, and even the stagger after being injured were exactly the same.

"this……"

Titus's fingers were trembling.

"What is this?"

"It's just a game, Company Commander!"

The young soldier's face flushed with excitement.

"Your story has become a sensation worldwide!"

Titus felt a wave of dizziness.

As a serious Astartes, his first reaction was blasphemy.

Turning war into entertainment?

Turn sacrifices into points?

This is utterly heretical!

But he stared at the screen, watching his virtual self cover the Astral Army's retreat alone, witnessing the courage that erupted from despair.

It's so realistic.

It really made his heart flutter.

This is not just entertainment; it is a celebration that transcends the world.

"Company Commander, many brothers developed their faith in the Emperor after reading your story."

The surrounding soldiers looked on with burning passion.

Titus remained silent for a long time, and the awkwardness in his heart slowly dissipated.

"This game..."

He held it in for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"Although it is heretical."

"But it's real."

He took the marker and solemnly signed his name on the game box.

Demetrian Titus.

"For the Emperor."

A burst of cheers erupted from the surrounding area, loud enough to lift the roof off.

……

Tianren-7 Command Center.

The place has changed. The holographic projections of angels have all been removed and replaced with the double-headed eagle flag of the Empire.

Guilliman sat on the throne that originally belonged to the King of Angels.

The chair was too small, so Caul had to weld a reinforced base on it temporarily to prevent the Primarch from collapsing the throne.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The laughter and chatter subsided, and the Astartes formed a square formation, the low hum of the servo motors echoing through the hall.

Guilliman stood up and took off his helmet.

His blond hair shone brightly under the lights, and his sculpted face was frighteningly imposing.

"In this unfamiliar universe, the challenges have only just begun."

Guilliman's voice struck everyone like a hammer blow.

"There are no guiding stars here, no logistical support. We are a lone army, wanderers adrift outside of time."

"Therefore, we need order even more. We need iron discipline."

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Sicarius.

"Cato Cicarius".

"Yes, Father!"

Sicarius strode forward, kneeling on the ground with a crisp, powerful sound as his armor plates struck each other.

"Your bravery is the blade of the legion."

Guilliman accepted a scepter.

"I hereby appoint you as Commander of the Honor Guard, responsible for my safety and establishing a new defense system here."

"I will be your strongest shield!"

Sicarius took the scepter, his voice trembling.

Guilliman nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Titus.

"Dmitrien Tetus"

Titus took a deep breath and knelt beside Sicarius.

"You have been wronged, suspected, and exiled."

Guilliman's tone softened slightly.

"I've seen your resume and I've also seen that 'game'."

Titus lowered his head even further.

"Your loyalty has withstood the worst tests. Whether in Forging the World or in Deathwatch, you have never broken your oath."

The Emperor's Sword was drawn, its tip lightly touching Titus's shoulder armor.

"Today, I vindicate you."

"Titus, reinstated. You will resume your position as commander of the 2nd Ultramarines Company."

"Take your brothers and unleash the Emperor's wrath upon the starry sky."

Titus suddenly looked up, and something glittered in his old eyes.

It's been hundreds of years.

Ever since that bastard reported him and he was taken away by the court, he had been waiting for this day with a heart full of despair.

"I am willing to die for you!"

Finally, Guilliman looked at Lu Xiao.

"As for you, Lu Xiao."

Guilliman had a slight smile on his lips.

"You fought alone here, acquiring knowledge, and even this warship."

"You have proven yourself; you are not only a warrior, but also a leader."

Kaul floated over on an anti-gravity tray, which held a brand-new badge.

That wasn't the "U" of Ultra Warrior, but a golden eagle clutching a burning sword and an ancient book.

"The second line belongs to Titus, but you have a more important position."

Guilliman picked up the badge.

"I appoint you as the battle commander of the new sub-corps."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Battleband name - 'Burning Heaven'".

Kaul was so excited that his robotic arm was flailing around wildly.

"Commander Lu Xiaozhan, the gift package is ready!"

"This Skyblade VII will be your monastery fortress. I'll completely renovate it, tearing down all those fancy decorations... oh, I'll leave a little bit, after all, it's demi-human style."

"The first batch of original cast gene seeds and Mark X power armor production lines will be in place soon! As long as you have the resources, I can conjure up a massive army for you!"

The meaning couldn't be clearer: Kaul wanted to research divine body technology, and luckily he had Morgana's arm. His own apothecary couldn't figure anything out, so Kaul should take over.

Kaul pointed to his head, his mechanical eyes glowing bright red.

"I'll prioritize providing you with the STC data from those books. Plasma weapons and gravity guns—once I analyze them, you'll be the first to use them!"

Lu Xiao accepted the heavy badge, his heart filled with warmth.

This is complete decentralization, the capital to carve out a territory in the Super God Universe.

He knelt on one knee and steadily accepted the badge with both hands.

"I will not fail in my mission."