My Desperate Journey in 40k

"It's so cold." Wu Xuan felt like he was put into a refrigerator, and endless coldness surrounded him.

It was so cold that Wu Xuan wanted to move his body to generate some heat.

"Kakaka..."

There was no feeling of heat generated by the friction of flesh, only the sound of metal colliding.

"What's going on?" Wu Xuan felt extremely confused when he heard the sound of metal collision coming from his body.

Wu Xuan remembered that he seemed to have been taken away by the Second Regiment to enter the Dreadnought Mech. Could it be that he is already in the Dreadnought Mech now?

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" At this moment, a man's voice came from in front of him.

"I feel very uncomfortable and cold, and why can't I see?" Wu Xuan said, but he was surprised to find that his voice turned into the electronic sound of a machine.

"It's normal. You need some time to adapt, and the visual system needs to be adjusted." The man tapped a few times on the data pad in his hand, looking at the data of the Dreadnought in front of him and made a few fine adjustments.

The visual system was quickly adjusted, and Wu Xuan finally regained his sight. He became excited as he looked at the metal body in front of him, and even forgot the discomfort and coldness of his body.

Wu Xuan excitedly moved the body of the Dreadnought Mech. He waved the hands of the Dreadnought Mech. The huge mechanical arms did not look bulky but extremely flexible.

This fearless mecha was made by time travelers majoring in mechanical engineering using the STC template and technology provided by Wang Ming.

Compared to those dreadnought mechas that look like an iron coffin, this dreadnought mecha looks more like a person. Its image is like an enlarged space warrior equipped with various heavy weapons.

However, like other dreadnoughts, it also has heavy armor, and the weapon system of the dreadnought was also modified by the time travelers from the Second Regiment. The firepower of the entire dreadnought is comparable to that of a small knight mech.

There are two huge power claws installed on the hands of the Dreadnought, and a revolver heavy bomb is installed inside the palm of each. There is a deployable thermal cannon in the middle and lower part of the armor on the chest, and two plasma cannons on its shoulder armor. There is even a rocket launcher on the back of the Dreadnought, and each rocket loaded with promethium can burn an area the size of a football field into ashes.

The entire dreadnought is almost a mobile war fortress.

Wu Xuan looked excitedly at the Dreadnought data and weapon system manager jumping on the display screen in front of him. He felt that with his current weapons and equipment, he could even destroy a Titan.

Of course, this idea was just his illusion. No matter how powerful the Dreadnought was, it could not compare with the firepower of the smallest Warhound-class Titan.

Even the smallest Warhound-class Titan is big enough and armed enough to overwhelm this Dreadnought.

Now Wu Xuan has temporarily joined the Second Regiment, at least until he dies again.

Soon after, Wu Xuan was taken away by the Fourth Company of the Second Regiment, led by Company Commander Xu Anmin. Wu Xuan would attack the Iron Warriors' position together with the armored firepower of the Fourth Company.

Chapter 37: The Battle of Macragge Ends

The battle for Macragge has largely ended, the city has been recaptured, the Chaos traitors have been wiped out, and in the first rays of the morning sun, the battle for Macragge was won.

Under the azure sky, the three Primarchs of Hera Fortress, Guilliman, Wang Ming and Fulgrim, stood on a high platform and looked at the Ultramarines and Time Travelers on the square below.

The war was over, at least on Macragge, but the war in the stars had never been over and never would be.

"The scene at this moment reminds me of the Second Empire..." Wang Ming looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

There are still three Primarchs, and it is still the most dangerous time for the Empire. This scene reminds people of the Second Empire ten thousand years ago.

Guilliman actually had the same feeling, this inexplicable sense of familiarity was just like the three Primarchs on Macragge ten thousand years ago.

However, he had hidden the secret of the Second Empire in the deepest part of his heart, and all the history about that unremembered empire had been destroyed ten thousand years ago.

But he also felt a little sad, as he was the only one left among the brothers who had been here ten thousand years ago.

"This is that unit, a company of Ultramarines from the Great Crusade." Wang Ming patted Guilliman on the shoulder and pointed to a phalanx of Astartes of a hundred men in the square.

Guilliman looked where Wang Ming pointed, and he saw the Astartes troop that was different from the other Ultramarines.

They were wearing MK2 "Expedition" power armor from the Great Crusade era, which, except for the blue paint, made them stand out from the other Ultramarines.

"They were kept by the Necrons' Infinite Trazyn for ten thousand years, and their memories still remain in the era of the Great Crusade."

Guilliman looked at the familiar power armor, which was his genetic offspring from ten thousand years ago.

Guilliman felt that the gene-children of the Great Crusade had something that they did not have compared to the gene-children of this era.

Guilliman's genetic descendants of this era have never seen the bright scenes of the Great Crusade. They were born in this dark age and have never seen true hope and light.

"I will use them as a foundation and let my gene-offspring see the true light." Guilliman looked at the gene-offspring of the Great Crusade era, and his mood, which had been depressed for a long time, perked up again.

During this period, he learned as much as he could about this era. The darkness and decline of this era made him heartbroken. The great vision his father set for mankind no longer existed.

Darkness, barbarism and blind and ignorant religious worship filled this era.

The appearance of the Ultramarines from the Great Crusade era gave him hope for changing this era.

Guilliman will build on their spirit from the Great Crusade era and restore the Empire to a spirit that is missing from this era, that is, an enterprising spirit for the galaxy.

The war on Macragge ended, and the reconstruction of Macragge began to proceed in an orderly manner. The time travelers and the Ultramarines worked together to rebuild various places in Macragge.

"Boss, what's our next step? Shall we go to Terra with Master Thirteen?" In the temporary camp of the time travelers, Wang Xiaofa, Hu Jin (the head of the second regiment), the company commanders of the time travelers' corps and Wang Ming were discussing the next plan.

"Of course we have to go, but the main problem now is to solve the upcoming Nurgle plague." Wang Ming said to everyone. The Nurgle plague in a few months will be very troublesome.

Chapter 38 Demon Primarch

A few days after the Battle of Macragge, in the Hera Fortress, the three Primarchs were planning the follow-up work.

Macragge needs to be rebuilt, the people of the Imperium need to be appeased, and the Chaos attacks on the worlds surrounding Macragge are not over yet. All of this needs to be resolved.

It was at this time that a mortal Archon proposed to Guilliman that a victory parade be held on Macragge, with word of the Primarch's return spread throughout the Imperium.

Considering the publicity significance, Guilliman agreed.

"As expected, he appeared." Wang Ming looked at the fawning mortal governor in front of him and thought that the plot was still the same as written in the book.

This mortal archon who believed in the evil god of Chaos did indeed make a proposal to Guilliman.

Wang Ming patted the shoulder of the mortal archon in front of him. The enormous power of the Primarch pressed on the mortal archon's shoulders, causing his entire upper body to fall straight down.

This was the result of Wang Ming's restrained strength, otherwise this mortal archon would have been beaten to death long ago, even if he had the blessing of the Chaos Evil God.

"It's a good suggestion. A victory parade can calm people's hearts at this time, and its propaganda significance is also very great. After all, in this era of belief in the Emperor, nothing can be more inspiring than the return of the Emperor's son of God."

Wang Ming held down the mortal archon, with a bright smile on his face, and affirmed the mortal archon's proposal.

The mortal archon endured the pressure on his upper body, raised his head and looked at Wang Ming with a forced smile.

"However, this proposal was actually put forward by the Chaos traitor." Wang Ming suddenly changed his tone. He increased the strength in his hands and crushed the bones of the mortal archon's upper body, directly pressing the mortal archon to the ground.

At this time, the Grey Knight Grand Master, who had been hiding on the side, also walked out from the darkness. The moment his blessed armor touched the body of the mortal archon, the mortal archon's body corrupted by Chaos was exposed.

His body, twisted by the evil power of chaos, was revealed before everyone.

Looking at the twisted mortal archon in front of him, Guilliman picked up the Sword of the Emperor and was about to kill him, but at this moment a very familiar voice suddenly came from the amulet on the monster.

"We finally meet again. It has been ten thousand years since we last met, my dear brother Robert Guilliman."

Guilliman would never forget this lazy voice. The owner of this voice was none other than Fulgrim, the culprit who had severely injured him ten thousand years ago and caused him to fall into a ten thousand year sleep. He had become the Demon Prince.

Fulgrim also heard the same voice as his own, and he looked at the twisted monster in front of him angrily.

The "Flame Blade" was drawn, and Fulgrim walked towards the monster.

"Oh my, isn't this me? The work of Fabius?" When the demon Fulgrim saw Fulgrim walking towards the twisted Archon, he immediately recognized the cloned Primarch.

"I am not you, you utterly evil traitor!" Fulgrim said angrily to the Daemon Primarch.

"That's true. After all, you are just a clone of me." The demon Fulgrim said indifferently. The demon primarch didn't care about it.

"But in a sense we are the same. Let's not stay in this disgusting human empire anymore. Come enjoy endless pleasure with me." The demon primarch bewitched Fulgrim.

"I swear to kill you and atone for what you have done to the Imperium of Man!" Fulgrim said to the Daemon Primarch, determined to atone for himself with the death of this traitor.

Although the cloned Fulgrim did not do what the Demon Primarch did, he possessed all of the Demon Primarch's memories.

These memories made him feel extremely guilty towards the Human Empire and his father, and he vowed to prove his loyalty with the death of the Demon Primarch.

"Cough cough cough..." At this tense moment, Wang Ming coughed a few times, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Who are you?" The Demon Primarch did not recognize this suddenly appearing Primarch.

Wang Ming did not answer the demon primarch. He raised his golden giant sword and rushed to the twisted monster.

A single sword cut it in half, putting an end to Fulgrim's bewitching voice.

The voice of the Demon Primarch was so loud. The voice full of temptation and endless joy made Wang Ming feel a headache.

Chapter 39: Victory Parade and the Time Travelers’ “New Home”

The victory parade still began. Although the proposal was made by the Chaos Traitors, its propaganda significance was still very great.

The people of the Empire needed to be appeased, Guilliman's forces needed to be reorganized, and the cities and facilities of Macragge needed to be rebuilt.

At this time, a victory parade could soothe the war-torn hearts of the people of the empire.

In this era when the Emperor is worshipped as a god, the Primarchs are the sons of God. The psychological comfort they provide to the people of the Empire is something that nothing else can provide.

Nothing can soothe a mind and body ravaged by war better than seeing with their own eyes a son of God in their hearts.

Although Guilliman extremely hated the idea of ​​treating him as the son of God, in this era that had abandoned the truth and was filled with crazy religious worship, Guilliman was well aware of the psychological comfort that a son of God in the hearts of the people could bring to the people.

The grand victory parade set out from the Hera Fortress. The Extreme Marines and the Time Travelers formed parade-style formations and marched through the streets of the city, with armored vehicles driving slowly behind them.

This parade of Astartes and armored vehicles received cheers and applause from the people in the city.

People looked at the three Primarchs in the parade, their joy evident in their hearts.

They looked at the Son of God in their hearts and prayed devoutly in their hearts for his blessing.

The people cheered and waved their arms at the parade, using all the words of praise they had learned throughout their lives to praise the Son of God.

The people cheered and their voices of praise resounded through the sky.

But Guilliman, standing in the parade and looking at everything in front of him, felt more and more sad.

As the Primarch, he heard people praising him amid the noisy voices. They praised the return of the Emperor's great and sacred son of God, and praised the Emperor's sacred divinity.

Guilliman listened to the praises, suppressed his sadness and waved to the crowd.

Everything he had hoped to accomplish was gone, and the era when people admired science and truth was gone forever.