Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

"No!"

Ye Ming, who was flying in the air, roared again in frustration, but seeing all this, Guilliman leaped into the air, grabbed Ye Ming who was flying towards him, and then carried Ye Ming into the open net passage.

Ye Ming looked into the demon tide, where a patch of black stood out so conspicuously, yet vanished in an instant.

In the very end, he saw Amarich standing up, and saw his back as he charged forward, wielding the black sword.

That was the final glory of an Emperor Champion.

He truly deserves the title of Emperor Champion!

……

After throwing Ye Ming away, Amarich fell down again and saw Ye Ming being caught by Guilliman.

He heard Ye Ming's angry shout, and he smiled. At least his brother was safe—he had saved him!

"For the Emperor!"

With his last bit of worry gone, Amarich roared and channeled his madness and anger into power. Miraculously, despite his power armor losing power, he stood up and used his last strength to charge at the oncoming Khorne.

"Sizzle!"

His black sword pierced Skabrand's chest, and Skabrand roared in fury as his axe fell, shattering Amaric's arm and breaking off his right hand.

The Great Demon looked at the Emperor Champion, who had fallen helplessly, and its eyes held no emotion other than anger.

But a hint of regret rose in the eyes of the Emperor Champion.

Amarich fell; he could not banish the great demon, but his mission was accomplished.

The Black Templars are embodying a fanaticism and bloodlust for battle in their genes. They are the offspring of Rog Dorn, possess a powerful fighting spirit, and follow the oath of Sigismund.

As the marshal of this Black Templar expeditionary force, Amarich's battle can be considered a failure.

The expeditionary force was almost completely wiped out, with only a few survivors.

He had prepared himself for shame and sought an opportunity to atone for his sins.

But he witnessed the Primarch's return, fought to protect the Primarch, and even received the Emperor's blessing, becoming the Emperor Champion wielding the Black Sword.

Now, he has proven his loyalty through his actions and atoned for his sins...

Amaric looked up.

He saw the raised cursed double axes, but it didn't matter anymore. The Primarch had entered the Webpath, and his brother, who had fought alongside him and wanted to rescue him, was safe.

Amarech smiled.

He looked fearlessly at Skabrand, preparing to face his final moment.

His lips moved slightly, and despite being filled with blood, he still managed to make a sound.

"We are the eternal nightmare of mankind's enemies, we follow the oath of the Imperial Champion Sigismund... The unclean have no way to live; uphold the honor of the Emperor; hate witches, destroy witches; accept any challenge, no matter the odds..."

"We are born with swords, we die with swords..."

"roar!"

Khorne's wrath descended, and the cursed double axes struck Amarich's chest with a terrifying force capable of cleaving a cruiser in two, denting his chest.

The immense force caused the area where the two were located to suddenly collapse, with Skabrand falling below and Amarich falling down with him.

Amaric felt himself falling.

He desperately opened his eyes, wanting to take one last look at the condition of the Primarch and his brothers.

But at that moment, a golden light appeared before his eyes. He felt a warmth, and the figure smiled at him. Within it, he saw Sigismund, clad in black armor and wielding a black sword.

He instinctively reached out and grasped the golden figure's hand.

His body turned to ashes and vanished, the feeling of falling disappeared, and then Amarich stood up again, standing beside the Emperor…

……

The expeditionary force that had broken into the network gathered together.

With the Shadow Prophet closing the web, they were finally able to catch their breath for a moment.

However, unlike the mortals who survived the catastrophe, the people on Guilliman's side gathered together, looking at Ye Ming, who was sitting silently to the side.

They all witnessed the final scene; Ye Ming's desperate and unwilling roar still echoed in their ears. They saw the final heroic posture of the Emperor Champion.

They also understood the reason for Ye Ming's silence.

"This isn't your fault. Tzeentch always manages to sabotage everything at crucial moments. Remember this failure, and you'll do better next time."

Killman patted Ye Ming on the shoulder without saying anything more; he knew Ye Ming could stand up.

Meanwhile, Ye Ming was venting his anger and pain in the shared space.

There was no one else in the shared space, only a large pile of supplies that Ye Ming had left there.

Ye Ming was furious. He was furious at his underestimation of his opponent and at his carelessness.

If he had been just a little more careful, even just a little bit, and had stayed close to Amaritch, Tzeentch's psionic spells wouldn't have worked!

But he only vented for a short while before forcing himself to calm down again.

He couldn't save Amarich, but many more survived. The battle wasn't over yet, and they had to keep moving forward so as not to betray the blood and sweat of Amarich and the Black Templar Space Marines!

Ye Ming looked at the shared space and saw that no one was online, so he simply logged off.

Just as he logged off, a ripple appeared in the space, and a figure emerged from a corner.

"Moshi moshi, is anyone there?"

……

Ye Ming stood up, took off his helmet, and casually walked around the temporary camp.

He soon arrived at the area where the Mortal Star Realm Army was located. There were mortal troops from the expeditionary force, as well as elite naval forces selected and brought by Ye Ming.

The sailors were oblivious to Ye Ming's arrival; they were using canned food as drinking glasses, celebrating their survival.

"Cheers! To celebrate that we survived again!"

"For the Emperor, I am willing to sacrifice myself!"

"By the way, your partner should have given birth by now, right?"

"Yes, I hope he can grow up healthy and serve the God Emperor."

"Actually, you could choose to live a peaceful life..."

"Stop uttering disrespectful words; it is our honor to fight for the God-Emperor!"

The soldier who mentioned that his son was born was the squad leader. He quickly covered the man's mouth, interrupting him, and at the same time, he scolded him in a low voice.

Ye Ming happened to walk over there, and when they saw him turn his gaze toward them, all the color drained from their faces.

"My lord! We have absolutely not been disloyal!"

The squad leader immediately knelt down, drew his sword, and said in a trembling voice, "I am willing to pledge my loyalty! Please forgive their unintentional words!"

Ye Ming looked at him, took two steps forward, and took the squad leader's sword.

There were special markings on it, indicating that the squad leader had made meritorious contributions. When Ye Ming took the sword, the squad leader was already prostrate on the ground, ready to face his fate.

The teammate who had just spoken was now trembling uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, but his captain pressed it down.

"I know this is disrespectful to the God Emperor, but he is right. People can also choose to live a peaceful life."

Ye Ming sheathed his sword and handed it back to the squad leader, saying, "Your conversation has given me confidence. The fact that our descendants have a choice is the reason we fight to this day."

"You survived, which means I have succeeded. I will work even harder to help you survive and help more people survive and live better lives."

After Ye Ming finished speaking, he turned and returned to the ranks. Killieman saw this and nodded with satisfaction before ordering the troops to continue advancing.

"We may have some bad news."

Just as the main force set off, Hilandri Veilwalker brought bad news from ahead.

"Our Skyweaver motorcycle squads, positioned within the Web, have spotted Chaos Space Marines ahead. These Chaos Space Marines are wearing blue armor adorned with gold trim and reek of wizards and Tzeentch."

Upon hearing Hilandri Veilwalker's description, Guilliman immediately understood that this was Magnus's Thousand Sons, who had pursued him into the Web Path!

"All troops on high alert!"