Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Ye Ming subconsciously turned around and saw the transformation that could only be described as a "miracle".

Just a second ago, sitting stiffly on the throne was a pale corpse, frozen in the moment before death.

And now, as that resounding bell echoes, rising from that throne is the Primarch of the Thirteen Legions, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Alteramar!

His alert and insightful eyes scanned the surroundings, and his entire body surged with a powerful life force, his unparalleled golden radiance dazzlingly bright!

His presence was unparalleled, like a thunderous storm sweeping in!

Primarch Robert Guilliman rose to his feet, clad in the new armor Belisarius had brought from the forges on Mars and placed in the Automaton. He gripped the Emperor's own sword in one hand, its undying flames spreading from the hilt to the blade's tip, radiating a brilliant light.

The Primarch's eyes reflected a raging fury so intense that even his most loyal warriors dared not meet his gaze.

At this moment, the entire sanctuary seemed to be under a spell. Although the flames of war had spread throughout the entire Alteramar, the hall was completely silent, with no other sounds except for the echoes from the outside world.

Everyone present—whether friend or foe—witnessed the rebirth of a legend with heartfelt reverence!

The silence was broken by a scream.

A Khorne Berserker stepped forward from behind Ye Ming. Under the shocked gaze of his comrades, this lone and brave warrior leaped into the air and charged straight at the Primarch!

Guilliman moved slightly.

Only the Death God followers and Ye Ming present saw this thunderous attack!

The blade the Emperor gave Guilliman left a trail in the air before the berserker was cleaved in two at the waist, the two parts flying to the ground in the distance under the force of the impact.

"Bang."

……

"roar!"

"kill!"

The silence was shattered by the sound of the Chaos Believer's corpse falling to the ground, followed by a deafening, hate-filled roar as the warriors of the Black Legion charged fearlessly toward Guilliman.

"For the Emperor!"

Ye Ming, standing at the forefront, stepped forward first, brandishing his battle halberd. Accompanied by the anti-magic domain, it became the most solid barrier in front of the Primarch.

Killman looked at Ye Ming, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He also saw the red in Ye Ming's heart.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to ask in detail.

The newly awakened Guilliman was confused and bewildered. He found himself still in a war he thought was long over, which made him angry and incomprehensible.

The Astartes around him, with their changing colors and styles of armor, and the traitors whose forms were twisted and deformed but whose original shapes were still recognizable, all felt unfamiliar to him.

But soon he could distinguish friend from foe, who were his genetic offspring, who were loyal allies to the emperor, and who were enemies who wanted to destroy the empire!

He reached out and, ignoring Ye Ming's magic-suppressing domain, patted Ye Ming on the shoulder.

"Warrior, your bravery and fearlessness amaze me, but you have been fighting for a long time. Now, leave it to me."

Ye Ming was also surprised, surprised by the gap between the Space Marine's demigod body and a true demigod!

The demigod stepped forward, meeting the charging enemy head-on.

Then--

The massacre has begun!

The first to die was the wizard, whose power shook the foundations of the sanctuary.

Guilliman raised his gauntlet, and where the Hand of Domination pointed, a rain of armor-piercing shrapnel turned the fallen psyker to dust.

Next came the berserkers of the Black Legion, following the example of their comrade who had been cut in half at the waist, roaring wildly as they charged toward the Primarch.

Like their predecessor, in the blink of an eye, they were all turned into chunks of flesh encased in armor; the process was so brief it was chilling.

Guilliman began to accelerate, running towards the Black Legion's onslaught of explosive projectiles. The projectiles exploded on the Primarch's armor, but none could penetrate the impenetrable armor.

With a pure and intense roar, the Primarch rammed into the Black Legion's vanguard.

At the moment of impact, Killieman threw only two punches.

With the first punch, a Black Legion warrior was blasted into the air, leaving a long trail of blood between the two points where he stood before and where he fell after death.

The second punch landed on a Chaos Terminator, whose body was impaled in a copper-plated marble pillar like a cannonball. The shattered body, still bearing the force of the punch, shattered the entire solid pillar before bursting out from the other side.

A Chaos Warrior swung his spear-like power gauntlets at Guilliman's chest—

To his astonishment, his arm had already separated from his torso before the blow could land!

……

Ye Ming carefully observed every movement of the original body.

That powerful performance was not only due to his strength, but also because his combat skills were already godlike!

Those powerful combat techniques are exactly what Ye Ming is learning right now.

The loyal defenders around him, seeing the Primarch's heroic figure wreaking havoc, excitedly joined him in launching a counterattack.

Guilliman's one-sided massacre continued, and during the massacre, he glanced back at Ye Ming.

Upon looking at it, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes again.

Because Ye Ming was not using his battle halberd at this moment, but instead used a chainsaw sword and his own fists.

His fighting style and skills are exactly the same as his Primarch's!

Did he learn it simply by seeing it?

"Nice little guy."

Killieman's lips curled into a smile, then he turned away to continue venting his anger.

Ye Ming found the Primarch's gaze strange, but when Ye Ming turned around, Guilliman had already broken out of the Sanctuary and was chasing after the remaining Chaos Space Marines.

"This trip was definitely worthwhile."

Thanks to the memory sharing with Ye Ming from the Cthulhu world, Ye Ming's mental strength was greatly enhanced.

Because of his transmigration, he was already gifted with extraordinary talent. After his mental strength was further enhanced, he gained the superpower of photographic memory and the ability to copy and learn things one-to-one.

He learned the Primarch's combat skills and methods, and with just a few modifications, he could perfectly adapt them to himself!

Ye Ming surveyed the battlefield.

The Chaos Space Marines have been wiped out, and the battle is about to end. Next, we need to prepare for the upcoming pilgrimage.

"Let me think, what reason should I use to apply to the Grand Master to form a group..."

"team leader."

As Ye Ming pondered, his newly assembled comrades returned to his side.

Of the nineteen people, only eighteen returned.

A new comrade died while drawing fire on the front lines. The pharmacist has retrieved his gene seed and is preparing to take his body back to the holy site for burial.

The remaining eighteen men were all wounded, one of whom had lost an arm. The technical sergeant was measuring him and preparing to build him a powerful iron arm.

"I'm so glad you're all still alive."

Ye Ming smiled, took off his helmet, and carefully looked at each person's face.

After today, these will be reassigned to other squads, while he will return to the courtroom to take over the next new comrades squad.

"Captain, the Astral Army has sent good news. Those traitors failed to break through the defenses you created; they have retreated."

The think tank member bowed to Ye Ming, saying, "You are the wisest, most benevolent, and most skilled brother I have ever met. I will always remember your teachings."

"I will keep your teachings in mind!"

The other new Gray Knight comrades also bowed to Ye Ming in unison.

Ye Ming smiled and bowed to them, saying, "My brothers, may the Emperor bless you!"