My Desperate Journey in 40k

Wang Ming looked at Abaddon in front of him. He looked at the iconic plait and raised the war hammer in his hand. The golden flame just now did not burn on it. That was definitely the blessing of the Chaos Evil God. But it didn’t matter. Since Wang Ming could kill it once, then Wang Ming could kill it a second and third time until it was really dead.

Just as golden flames were burning around Wang Ming and he raised his warhammer, ready to deal another fatal blow to Abaddon, a subspace portal suddenly appeared next to Abaddon. Abaddon, who had already gained power after being promoted to a demon and was ready to fight Wang Ming in front of him, was pulled into the subspace portal with a confused look on his face.

Even Wang Ming's psychic power could not lock onto this portal. This portal to the subspace was not the so-called witchcraft, but the god of the subspace personally took Abaddon away from the fleet of the 21st Legion.

Just after Abaddon was taken away, Carlos on Abaddon's fleet also issued an order for all members of Abaddon's fleet to retreat. In this way, the Black Legion's robbed warships of the 21st Legion quickly fled the battlefield, while Wang Ming looked at the traces of battle in front of him, holding the Giant Killer in silence.

Golden flames continued to burn around him. He looked at the dead soldiers, he looked at the warriors who were torn into pieces and crushed into meat paste by Abaddon, and he looked at the navy sailors who stood up and saluted him even though they were seriously injured.

Wang Ming looked at them, the pain in his heart had filled his mind, and his hatred for Chaos was so great that it could not be suppressed. He looked at the soldiers, knelt on one knee in front of them in silence. He felt sorry for those soldiers. If he could send more troops to guard the fleet, the result would definitely not be like this.

"I'm sorry, my mortal brothers. As your commander, I should protect you. As the Protector of the Empire, I should also protect you, the soldiers of the people of the Empire. I'm sorry. All soldiers will receive the best medical care and the best supplies after this battle. I swear in the name of the Primarch."

Wang Ming looked at the injured soldiers and said to them solemnly that Wang Ming's self-blame had reached a certain level. He thought it was his mistake. If he could leave some troops on the fleet for defense, and if he was not so eager to retake the entire star region, the fleet would never have become like this.

"My Lord, please get up, this is not your fault!"

"Sir, we are not worthy of you calling us brothers! Get up!"

The mortal soldiers looked at Wang Ming kneeling on one knee, and they immediately rushed towards Wang Ming. They held Wang Ming's armor with their trembling hands. They wanted to help Wang Ming up, but how could mortals lift the weight of the Primarch?

They looked anxiously at Wang Ming who was half-kneeling on the ground. They felt great panic in their hearts. They had never thought that one day they would be treated like this by the Duke of Protector of the Country. The great demigod actually knelt down for them. They have always believed in Wang Ming. They believe that Wang Ming can lead them to break through the dark galaxy and bring the human species back to the glory of the Human Federation.

"Report the damage."

24 hours later, Wang Ming, who had finished dealing with the subsequent preparatory tasks on the fleet, returned to the Sun Fortress. During his 24 hours, he comforted the mortal soldiers. Looking at the wounded soldiers, Wang Ming felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, as well as endless anger towards Chaos.

He now wanted to rush into the space to kill those Chaos Evil Gods, but he knew that with his current strength, he could not deal with even the countless demons under the Chaos Evil Gods, let alone the Chaos Evil Gods. The feeling of powerlessness was too powerless. He was not the Emperor, and he was not a being who could become a god in the subspace.

Even if there are many believers in the human empire today, he cannot transform those beliefs into power, and he does not want to do so. The gods of the Warp are extreme. For example, if the Emperor becomes a god, the price He pays is the entire human civilization. You know, Slaanesh is also another form of Eldar god.

The result of the Eldar after the birth of Slaanesh was the fall of the once glorious Eldar Empire. Today, the Eldar have almost become a group of interstellar nomads. Except for the huge Comoros Universe in northern Myanmar, the Eldar basically do not have many huge cities.

"The fleet lost 58 warships of various types, 189 million mortal auxiliary personnel, and 12 fleet sailors..."

Colonel Radulovich reported to Wang Ming the losses of the fleet. The fleet lost too many troops in this battle. Listening to the news of casualties, Wang Ming's heart was plunged into endless sorrow. It was all his fault. He caused disappointment to so many soldiers. If he could arrange a regiment, even a regiment of Astartes to stay on the fleet, then this would not have happened.

At this moment, Wang Ming heard a piece of news that made him completely unable to suppress his emotions. It was the news about the Fleet Military Academy, the news about the losses of those children in the Fleet Military Academy.

"The Fleet Academy lost 35000 people, including 16 reserve officers aged 16 and 25000 cadets under the age of ."

Colonel Radulovich reported to Wang Ming the losses of the Fleet Academy. When the battle started, the children in the Fleet Academy took up their weapons on their own initiative and joined the battle with the adults. In fact, the auxiliary troops tried their best to send all the children back, but the enemy had already arrived in front of them. They could not protect the children on the battlefield and could only let the children fight with them.

And a large number of the fleet's precious talents, these future fleet officers, were lost in this battle. These children were the fleet's most precious wealth, and each of them was the focus of the fleet's training. But now, the loss of these children is too great.

"Click!!"

After hearing the news, Wang Ming failed to control his emotions. He crushed the armrest of the seat in his hand into pieces. He was not wearing power armor, and the armrest was made of the same special steel as the fleet's floor. He just crushed it into pieces.

Colonel Radulovich looked at Wang Ming's condition, and he also knew Wang Ming's current mood. Wang Ming was in a very bad mood. He was in a very bad mood. Every year, Wang Ming would hold graduation ceremonies for the children in these military academies and personally give them military ranks. This year's military academy graduation ceremony was undoubtedly very deserted.

"Continue to report."

Wang Ming looked at the special steel handrail in his hand that had been crumpled into a piece of garbage. He threw away the lump of iron in his hand, listening to the crackling sound it made when it hit the ground. Wang Ming said to Colonel Radulovich in front of him.

He must kill that damn Abaddon, even if the Chaos God is protecting him. This guy has actually been upgraded to a demon prince. The next time he causes trouble in the real universe, Wang Ming will directly ask the Emperor for power, hand over his body to the Emperor, and let the Emperor completely kill this huge disgusting thing.

With a heavy heart, Wang Ming listened to the fleet's loss report, and then he began to deal with those matters, the fleet's reinforcement, the replenishment of ships, and the replenishment of various units. In this battle, many units were directly destroyed, but their numbers were still retained.

The mortal auxiliary troops that are subsequently added to the fleet will not use the unit numbers of those who once fought for the fleet until the last man, allowing them to continue.

On the fleet, all sacrifices will be remembered, no one's sacrifice is in vain, everyone's sacrifice is meaningful, they have all contributed their own efforts to mankind's fight against chaos, and used their tiny lives to fire a tiny shot at the evil god of chaos. Although this shot cannot cause any harm to the evil god of chaos, the courage of mortals has proved that it is no weaker than that damn evil god of chaos.

"Today, on this sad day, our brothers left us forever. They died on the road of our great cause. They protected the fleet with their lives. They are heroes, and we will continue their unfinished path and their spirit. Their souls have returned to the Golden Throne. As loyalists, they will watch over our cause from the Golden Throne together with the God-Emperor, my father."

On the square of the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming was watching those mortal soldiers and time travelers. He was performing a farewell ceremony. It was a farewell for the soldiers who died on the battlefield. This kind of thing would happen every time there were large-scale casualties in the fleet. This was the last thing Wang Ming wanted to see. The fleet had lost too many people. This time, not only the mortal auxiliary troops were lost, but also the sailors of the Imperial Navy, the cadets in the fleet military academy, and those reserve officers.

All of this was like a knife, constantly stabbing Wang Ming's heart, but he was unable to avenge them now, because their enemy was too powerful. He was the evil god of chaos from the highest heaven, and they were not mortals who could fight against him. But so what?

Anyway, Wang Ming has made up his mind this time. After the battle is over, he will lead the traversers' troops into the subspace and start a large-scale expedition against the territory of the Chaos Evil Gods. Although they cannot completely destroy that place, every demon killed will weaken the Chaos Evil Gods a little, although this weakening is very slow and has no practical effect.

But this is indeed a way to weaken the Chaos God. The demons are all transformed from the power of the Chaos God, which in a sense also weakens the power of the Chaos God.

After the fleet completed the farewell ceremony for the dead, Wang Ming headed for the next battlefield. The war would not wait for him, and this time he left the Second Regiment on the fleet. There were some time travelers from the Second Regiment on each warship. As for why the time travelers from the Second Regiment were placed on the fleet, it could only be said that the combat effectiveness of the Second Regiment was too strong.

Compared with the other regiments, the Second Regiment's completely reckless fighting style is what the fleet needs most. Their individual combat effectiveness is already at the point where everyone can kill a big demon alone. They are undoubtedly the regiment with the highest combat effectiveness among the traversers. Only by letting them stay in the fleet can Wang Ming feel a little relieved.

And it's not just the Second Regiment. This time, Wang Ming also conducted a conscription. Thirty thousand new recruits from time travelers appeared directly on the fleet. They will follow the Second Regiment to complete the initial combat training, and then join the battle with other time travelers.

Chapter 614 New Astartes

"Everything in the human empire is a bubble. It will eventually be destroyed. What can you do..."

Wang Xiaofa looked at the Tzeentch demon in front of him. He stared at the damn demon in front of him and impatiently chopped off its head. He didn't have any feelings for the demon in front of him at all. This guy was just a jumping clown to him. The Tzeentch demon had always wanted to corrupt him with all kinds of bewitchments, but to the time travelers, those guys were just those damn clowns.

What annoys the time travelers the most are the Tzeentch demons. Not only do these things release terrible psychic spells on the battlefield, but they also constantly invade the minds of the time travelers outside the battlefield, and corrupt the local mortal auxiliary forces through various rumors.

This is the most uncomfortable thing for the time travelers. They cannot even effectively prevent the Chaos Demons from corrupting the mortals. After all, for mortals, the corruption of Chaos is simply impossible to prevent.

Chaos' corruption of humanity occurs entirely through unintentional events. Perhaps every soldier sleeping in the trenches will be corrupted subtly by Chaos in their dreams. No matter how loyal they are to the Emperor's beliefs, their souls may fall into the arms of Chaos through some unintentional events.

This is why the time travelers hate Tzeentch so much. The scary thing about Tzeentch's demon is not the psychic spells that are invincible on the battlefield, but its ability to bewitch people. It will drag mortals into the endless abyss through plans and conspiracies. Even the time travelers who are Astartes may be deceived by it. Compared with other Chaos demons, Tzeentch's demons are extremely terrifying in their use of strategies and conspiracies.

So on the battlefield, when time travelers face them, they usually use heavy weapons to blow them into ashes. For these disgusting things, time travelers always face them with the most serious mentality. The combat effectiveness of these things may be suppressed by the time travelers' troops on the battlefield, but their bewitching means cannot be suppressed by the time travelers. After all, for them, they have played with countless people's souls in the subspace.

This is the disgusting thing about those disgusting existences in these subspaces. You can never predict their next move and you can't defend against them at all.

"Revenge for our dead brothers!"

Wang Xiaofa looked at the demons on the battlefield. He kicked the corpse of the Tzeentch demon in front of him away, and then shouted loudly to the time travelers behind him. The time travelers also responded loudly to Wang Xiaofa. They looked at the demons, and golden flames were burning on the power swords in their hands.

That was the magic that Wang Ming had enchanted their weapons with. Now they were a group of completely terrifying killers to the demons. They could now completely and thoroughly kill the demons. This was not an exile. The golden flames on their weapons could completely burn the demon's essence, and the essence of the demon could be completely burned to ashes by the golden flames.

"The battlefield has basically stabilized now, and the 30,000 new soldiers on the fleet can be quickly deployed to the battlefield. The battlefield is finally under the control of the Empire."

On the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming looked at the holographic projection map in front of him, constantly calculating the troop deployment and strategic situation of each battlefield. This was already a very normal thing for him. As a genetic Primarch, his strongest point was not his personal strength, but his battlefield command ability. He could judge the situations on the battlefield very quickly and deal with them quickly.

And now, he finally experienced the feeling of Guilliman, the feeling of strategizing, but compared to Guilliman, he had too many things to consider. After all, for those mortal auxiliary troops on the fleet, their strategic materials were inexhaustible, and they could even win a battle through large-scale tank battles.

There were so many supplies he needed to allocate every day that even Wang Ming, the Primarch, felt a little tired. However, the situation on the battlefield had finally stabilized, and he now needed to deal with some other things.

Wang Ming walked down from his command seat and went to the conference room on the Sun Fortress. He now needed to discuss the reorganization of the various legions with his brothers.

This was something they had planned for a long time, to reorganize all the chapters in the galaxy into legions. Now, the volunteer forces of the Ultramarines and the Emperor's Children had arrived, as well as Guilliman and Fulgrim. The four Primarchs of the Empire had now gathered together, and they finally needed to start discussing the formation of each legion. At the same time, what Wang Ming needed to prepare was to provide each legion with the transformation surgery of the new Astartes.

The transformation operation of the New Astartes is very expensive, at least it is unaffordable for the current legions. Of course, this does not include the 21st Legion. For the 21st Legion, they have mastered the transformation operation of the New Astartes to perfection. If necessary, they can now mass-produce the New Astartes.

For other legions, the transformation surgery of the New Astartes is still very difficult. The gene seeds of other legions have their own characteristics. The transformation surgery of the New Astartes is based on the powerful vitality of the star travelers of the 21st Legion, but other legions do not have such terrible vitality as the star travelers. For them, the transformation model of the 21st Legion may not be suitable for use in their legions.

To them, the New Astartes were a completely new technology. It was already very difficult for them to accept the technology of the Primaris Astartes. Now, a New Astartes had appeared. It could be said that those legions without Primaris were always very skeptical about this technology.

After all, in this universe, new things represent the unknown, and what Wang Ming needs to solve are these things. Now, this war zone has support from all sides, including the Blood Angels, Iron Hands, Imperial Fists, Raven Guard, Salamanders, Ultramarines, the re-formed Emperor's Children, Dark Angels, Space Wolves, and now all the loyal legions of the Empire have gathered here. This time, the popularization of the new Astartes can be put on the agenda.

The transformation technology of the new Astartes will be popularized to all legions on this day, and all the expenses will be borne by the 21st Legion. At the same time, Wang Ming will also hand over the latest batch of Astartes combat equipment to other legions, including the latest developed Rebirth Type II power armor, Rebirth Type II universal tactical Terminator power armor, the latest developed latest tactical bolter, and some Astartes side masters and constituent materials.

After Wang Ming finished his work, he walked towards the conference room of the Sun Fortress. After arriving at the conference room of the Sun Fortress, he began to discuss the popularization of the New Astartes with his four brothers. For these four legions, the New Astartes had already been fully integrated into their legion's tactical formation with the help of the 21st Legion. If the number of Ultramarines was not too large, even the Ultramarines could be completely converted into the New Astartes.

When Wang Ming got the list of Ultramarines, he was dumbfounded. Why were there so many Ultramarines? So the transformation of the Blue Mountains and Blue Seas was temporarily put on hold. Only some Ultramarines and the companies with stronger combat effectiveness were transformed. The remaining transformation materials were directly sent to the Ultramarines Corps, letting them figure out the transformation themselves. After all, if the 21st Corps really did this, then transforming the entire Ultramarines Corps would be a huge project.

The 21st Legion has a very rich financial foundation, but it is still too time-consuming to carry out such a project. The 21st Legion's time is all focused on consolidating and expanding the empire's territory. As for the huge number of the Ultramarines, during the period when the New Astartes just appeared, they could only temporarily give them the transformation materials of the New Astartes and let them figure out the transformation actions themselves.

Now, the transformation surgery of the New Astartes has been fully mature, and the transformation of the Ultramarines should also be put on the agenda. When Wang Ming and Guilliman talked about this, Guilliman's expression was a little strange. Then, under Wang Ming's constant questioning, Guilliman finally took out a data tablet and placed the data on it in front of Wang Ming. When Wang Ming saw the data.

His good mood, because he had already prepared new Astartes transformation surgery for the entire Ultramarines Legion, disappeared in an instant, because on the data board, the number of people who needed new Astartes transformation increased a lot. Wang Ming held the data board in his hand, he looked at Guilliman in front of him with surprise. He was very surprised that there were so many Astartes with the ability to explode troops in such a short period of time.

You know, even if the gene seeds of the star travelers with the strongest surgical adaptability were used to mass-produce Astartes, it would be impossible to produce them so quickly. You know, it is not easy to find candidates for the transformation of Astartes. They need to find those who are most suitable for transformation among children aged fifteen or sixteen, those children with strong survival abilities and combat skills. Where did Guilliman get so many candidates?

As for Wang Ming's expression, Guilliman could only respond with an awkward smile. After all, the Ultramarines were highly tied to Ultramar 500. Now that Ultramar 500 had been rebuilt, they had an outrageous number of candidates for the new Astartes. Almost every world in Ultramar 500 had a systematic military academy.

And in those military academies, the Astartes candidates could be produced in batches, and this was before the complete reconstruction of the world of Ultramar 500. You know, after the real reconstruction of the world of Ultramar 500, the number of candidates available to the Extreme Marines is simply too numerous to count.

After seeing Guilliman's bitter smile in front of him, Wang Ming also reacted to the problem. As a time traveler, he knew this situation, so Wang Ming began to argue with Guilliman with a mean look on his face. Wang Ming wanted to get a group of Ultramarines candidates from the Ultramar 500 world and make them candidates for star travelers.

Guilliman was helpless about Wang Ming's blatant act of snatching people. In fact, he had no objection to Wang Ming's idea. The candidate for the Extreme Warriors could be given to Wang Ming.

He looked at Wang Ming in front of him and agreed to his request to give him a group of Extreme Warriors candidates. After all, there were too many new recruits for the Extreme Warriors now, so it was not impossible to give a group to the Star Travelers Legion.

The other three new Primarchs looked at their two brothers, they looked at Guilliman and Wang Ming, they even felt that Wang Ming trusted Guilliman a little too much, he even dared to ask for new recruits from other legions. Although the Astartes transformation surgery could start with a wave of memory erasure, but to trust another brother so much...

Having said that, let us focus on the main content of this meeting. After the five Primarchs had discussed the plan for the popularization of the new Astartes transformation in the conference room, representatives of other legions had already arrived.

As for the popularity of the New Astartes among their legions, those legion representatives meant that they needed to observe for a while. They still maintained a certain degree of suspicion towards this new technology, just as they doubted the Primaris Space Marines. Fortunately, the Dark Angels were now led by the Lion again, otherwise they would definitely be extremely opposed to the transformation technology of the New Astartes, rejecting it just as they once rejected the Primaris Space Marines.

While the various legions were discussing the spread of the new Astartes to the loyal legions of the entire Empire on the Sun Fortress, in the medical area of ​​the Sun Fortress, an Astartes wearing a Star Traveler power armor was constantly collecting transformation data for the new Astartes in the medical area. He collected it very carefully, from the data databases in the fleet to the paper documents about the transformation of the new Astartes in the medical area. He did not miss anything, but he did not know that while he was collecting this information, the artificial intelligence on the fleet had already discovered him.

Chapter 615: Alpha is captured

As for this guy who stole things in the fleet, in fact, many people already knew him, especially the imperial guards on the fleet. They have followed the fleet for so long and naturally knew the situation on the fleet.

They noticed this guy at the first moment, but according to Wang Ming's order, they didn't need to kill him directly, but to observe an anti-Alpha action of the traversers.

Just after the time travelers began to act, Alpha had a strange feeling. Why could he see those time travelers wherever he went, and also those golden imperial guards? He felt more and more strange. He always felt that someone was following him, but he just couldn't find any trace of anyone. This was really too weird.

But he didn't know that he was actually surrounded by time travelers and imperial guards. They looked at Alpha and followed him using their hiding skills. There were also those silent nuns. They looked at Alpha. As untouchables, they didn't have much sense of existence. They just needed to hide themselves a little bit and didn't need to make too many moves at all.

In this way, a huge army followed Alpha closely, and then the traversers began to work. They quietly began to strip off the power armor on Alpha bit by bit. For them, they were very familiar with the structure of the Rejuvenation Power Armor. They could quietly remove all the armor on the power armor bit by bit. But for Alpha who had not undergone the New Astartes transformation surgery, his unadjusted black shell was completely unable to feel everything about the Rejuvenation Power Armor normally.

He just walked along without knowing what was happening, and just before he reached a big gate, several mortal auxiliary soldiers who already knew his identity passed by him. They looked at that Alpha with strange smiles on their faces. They looked at the loose power armor on Alpha's body. The traversers had quietly removed all the connecting parts of the joints of his power armor, and he was now moving forward in a loose power armor that was about to collapse.

This is all thanks to the intelligent gene lock of the Renaissance power armor. These things will monitor the identity of the wearer, but the intelligent system of the power armor will not tell the wearer, but will directly transmit the information to the fleet. Therefore, when Alpha got this power armor, he had already been discovered.

"My Lord, your power armor..."

Just when the mortal auxiliary troops were about to ignore this guy, they suddenly received an order, and then the squad leader of the mortal auxiliary troops walked up to Alpha with a smile on his face. He looked at Alpha in front of him, and then patted his power armor. In an instant, the fragments of Ding Linglang's power armor fell to the ground. Alpha looked at the squad leader of the mortal auxiliary troops in front of him, his face was full of surprise, he looked at the black power armor lining on his body, he looked at the mortal auxiliary troops in front of him, and the documents hidden in the power armor were scattered all over the ground with the power armor.

"My lord, what happened to you? You are so careless. You haven't even installed the power armor properly. You are so careless."

The squad leader of the mortal auxiliary army looked at the Astartes in front of him. He looked at this guy with a smile on his face, while the Alpha in front of him had an embarrassed look on his face. He knew how to deal with this kind of thing. He had been lurking on this fleet as a mortal for a long time.

This made him very clear about how the relationship between mortals and Astartes was handled on the fleet. He looked at the mortal in front of him, then smiled awkwardly at him, saying that his power armor was not sturdy enough and thanking the mortal for reminding him. However, he did not notice that the groups of Astartes and Guards behind him were reflected in the mortal's pupils.

He had no idea that he had been followed by the groups of lurking time travelers on the fleet. It was really outrageous. He didn't know if it was because these time travelers who had learned from the Raven Guards had inherited some of their habits. Their stealth now became more metaphysical. They didn't need to hide their bodies on a large scale. They just needed to hide their bodies in the shadows or in those more secluded corners.

But they still can't do what their masters do, like the Raven Guard who can wear power armor and enter the ventilation ducts. The ventilation ducts are so small that even mortals wearing power armor can't get in. But they can get in with their power armor in a very strange way. This is the most confusing point for the time travelers. Let's just say that the metaphysics of stealth ability cannot be so profound.

Just as Alpha was looking at the mortals in front of him, and picking up the power armor fragments on the ground and the new Astartes transformation documents on the ground with those mortals, a Guard suddenly appeared in front of Alpha. He was not wearing a helmet. He just stared at Alpha, and Alpha also noticed the Guard.

He raised his head and looked at the imperial guard in front of him. He stared into the imperial guard's eyes and saw the scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes.

"What is your name?"

The Imperial Guard looked at Alpha in front of him. He glanced at the time travelers, Imperial Guards, and the Sisters of Silence behind Alpha. He didn't understand what his colleagues were doing. He had just arrived in this area and had not received any orders.

This was actually one of Wang Ming's orders. The 21st Legion already had a complete system as a response strategy for the Alpha Legion, which was accustomed to infiltration. They could easily discover these Alphas, and now, they were completely sure of letting this guy act. After all, he was followed by a bunch of time travelers, imperial guards, and silent sisters. Even if this guy was a demon primarch, he could not escape.