In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

Juxia City

Feiliu District Airport Suburbs

A spatial distortion occurred, and hundreds of Astartes clad in yellow power armor appeared, accompanied by a giant far taller than them, possessing a pair of pure white wings. This was Sangilius, the Primarch of the Ninth Legion and the Emperor's ninth son.

After a brief period of chaos, the Astartes all instinctively surrounded the unconscious giant, their eyes filled with unbelievable excitement, agitation, and fear.

"Am I still alive?" Saint Gilles murmured, before he could figure out what was going on, he heard an excited voice in his ear.

"Father, is that really you? Have you returned?"

Following the sound, Sanguires discovered a group of Astartes in a power armor model he had never seen before, but the bloodline connection allowed him to clearly feel that the Astartes in front of him were indeed his genetic offspring.

Saint Gilles slowly rose to his feet, looking at the Astartes in front of him who were clearly much taller than ordinary Space Marines. His gaze swept over them, and he found their armbands to be very familiar.

A black and white checkered background with a tearful red heart emblem.

Upon seeing that familiar armband, Primarch's brain raced, and he quickly recalled its origin: wasn't this the symbol of the Lamenters Chapter? Could it be that I've traveled to ten thousand years in the future?

Despite thinking a lot, not even half a second had passed in reality.

Saint Gilles slowly rose to his feet, approached the Astartes, and gently raised his hand to stroke the man's shoulder armor. His voice was deep and gentle: "I am here, my offspring. I can feel the call of my blood."

I am Saint Gilles, the ninth son of the Emperor, and your father.

The person who was touched and was wailing stiffened, the muscles under their power armor involuntarily tensing up. This was not out of vigilance, but out of extreme shock and helplessness.

When the words "I am Saint Gilles, your father" were uttered, the entire arena fell into a momentary deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd and the low hum of the power armor's circulation system intertwining.

The next second, the silence was shattered by the clanging of armor. All the Astartes knelt down on one knee in unison, their movements precise and synchronized, their knees striking the ground and raising dust, performing the most solemn Astarte salute.

Suppressed sobs could be heard from beneath the helmets of some veterans. It was not out of cowardice, but rather the fulfillment of a faith that had transcended millennia, and an emotional outpouring upon seeing the Primarch.

Many young soldiers, their throats choked with sobs, repeatedly uttered "Father" and "Primarch," as if trying to etch these two words into their very bones.

As the company's highest commander, Andrei was the first to suppress his excitement. Even when he knelt on one knee, his back remained straight. He looked up at Saint Gilles, his eyes filled with piety and awe, mixed with a hint of excitement, but no fanatical disregard for his dignity.

He spoke in a low voice, his tone hoarse yet clear: "Father, Andrei Ilyich Pogolovsky, the company commander of the 2nd Company of the Weeping Warriors, along with his entire regiment of eight hundred sons, salutes you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed his head again: "We have called your name in countless prayers, never daring to hope that we would see your true face in our lifetime. Your return is the salvation of the Holy Blood!"

"Over the years, we have remained steadfast in our faith, protecting humanity, never straying from your teachings, and wishing to continue following in your footsteps and serving you faithfully for the rest of our lives!"

Saint Gilles could feel the burning emotions of his offspring. He slowly knelt on one knee, his tone warm and gentle yet carrying an undeniable power, his voice piercing the hearts of all: "We will fight together as of the same bloodline. Do not swear oaths to me, do not make promises to me, do not offer your loyalty to me simply because my blood flows in your veins."

In fact, you need not pledge allegiance to me unless you believe I am worthy. Instead, please allow me to offer my loyalty to you.

I swear to you, here and now, that I am Saint Gilles, son of the Emperor, Primarch of the Ninth Legion, and I promise you once again that I will either bask in glory with you or die in shame with you!

From this moment forward, we will fight side by side! For humanity!

The moment the last word was uttered, the entire audience erupted in excitement!

"For Saint Gillespie!"

"We shall not betray the blood of Saint Gilles!"

"For the Primarch!"

"For the Emperor!"

The roar of a hundred Astartes shook the heavens and the earth.

"Father, the Lamenters' Legion will never fall! We will always be loyal to you!" Company Commander Andrei swore an oath to Saint Gilles once more.

Saint Gilles helped Andrei up: "Get up, my children. Now, I need to know the current situation."

"Father, let me tell you," Andrei volunteered.

After obtaining the consent of his genetic father, Andrei slowly explained the current situation.

Through the other person's account, Saint-Gilles confirmed his current situation.

He and his offspring traveled to an unknown planet. This planet had no subspace and no sense of chaos or filth.

It felt like I had traveled to an unknown universe.

[Ding! You are invited to join the Dimensional Mutual Aid Chat Group.]

[Ding, your check-in system account has been linked.]

[Ding! New player gift pack has been sent to your system space.]

"Hmm?" Saint Gilles murmured in confusion, somewhat bewildered by the sudden tinkling sound.

In the chat group.

[Handwritten Angel Sauce has joined the chat group]

[Pipi Xi: Oh, a new person has arrived! Welcome, welcome!]

[Saint Megumi: Welcome, welcome.]

[The True Emperor: Welcome! Will this newcomer be a racehorse bride?]

[Nekoshita Mushino: Welcome.]

"What's going on? Why are both the system and the chat group showing up?"

Sanguis was greatly shocked. As everyone knows, in the Warhammer 40k universe, there is a 99.999% chance that encountering the system is due to Tzeentch's trickery.

However, Saint Gilles felt no power of chaos, nor did he sense the power of the warp. Moreover, he seemed completely unable to perceive the existence of the warp.

[Pipi Xi: Why isn't the newcomer saying anything? Is she shy?]

[Megumi: It's a normal reaction to encounter this situation for the first time.]

[The True Emperor: Yes, I thought I was hallucinating at the time.]

[Pipi Xi: What's the newcomer's name? Maybe we can even find out your identity and tell you about your future.]

Saint Gilles ignored the messages in the group chat for the time being, and didn't even check the system, because at this moment, he seemed to be surrounded by local armed forces.

Several armed helicopters flew toward their location.