My Desperate Journey in 40k

Although tens of thousands of years had passed, he could still recognize who were his genetic offspring and who were the hateful Chaos traitors. He saw the only person he was familiar with in the crowd, this person kept appearing in his nightmares for tens of thousands of years. That was the person he had injured in the Ten Thousand Years.

The moment the giant saw the man, he walked down from the platform and rushed straight towards him.

The giant held the Emperor's Sword burning with holy flames in his hand and slashed directly at him. The man being slashed did not dodge at all, but just looked quietly at the Emperor's Sword that was slashing towards him.

"Ding!"

Just as the Emperor's Sword was about to chop into the man's head, a giant golden sword blocked it in front of the man's face.

The two giant swords made a crisp sound of metal clashing. The collision of the two swords even produced a gust of air that blew up the long hair of the person being killed in front of them.

"Guilliman, he is not that Fulgrim!" Wang Ming explained to Guilliman while slowly turning the Emperor's Sword in a direction to keep it away from Fulgrim's head.

"I can't explain it to you clearly now. Anyway, he is not the Fulgrim who betrayed the Empire. He is a loyalist." Wang Ming tried his best to explain to Guilliman. Although it was not very clear, it still made Guilliman put down the Sword of the Emperor and quietly look at Fulgrim, the only familiar person in front of him.

This sudden Primarch Guilliman did not recognize, he was not any of Guilliman's brothers.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!"

Just as the three Primarchs were looking at each other, a Chaos Space Marine raised a chainsaw axe and jumped up to chop at the three Primarchs. (A famous scene must be arranged)

In the name of the Blood God, he wanted to sacrifice the Primarch's blood to the supreme Blood God. However, even if he used the Blood God, it could not change the fact that he was just a Space Marine and was still too weak to face the Primarch.

The Sword of the Emperor swung through the air, and the Holy Flame burning on it drew a beautiful arc in the air, cutting the Chaos Space Marine in mid-air into two halves.

As the bodies of the Chaos Space Marines fell to the ground, the switch on the battlefield was turned on again.

The loyal warriors' morale was boosted by the presence of the three Primarchs, while the Chaos traitors looked on in horror and launched a desperate attack on the loyalists.

Chapter 30 The Thirteenth Master's Shock

With three Primarchs present, not a single Chaos traitor could escape Hera's Fortress today.

Wang Xiaofa also contacted the traversers who were assisting the Extreme Warriors in defending the outer wall of Hera Fortress through the information terminal in the power armor and asked them to come for support.

Under the leadership of the three Primarchs, the Chaos traitors inside the Temple were completely annihilated by the loyal warriors who cooperated from both inside and outside.

Guilliman handed over the command of the Ultramarines from Calgar. The Imperial God of War was back. He quickly grasped the current war situation and issued a series of quick and effective orders.

Wang Ming also handed over the command of the time travelers to Guilliman, hoping that the time travelers could learn some combat experience under Guilliman's command.

Guilliman was originally very happy to see Wang Ming hand over the command of 2200 Astartes to him. Guilliman believed that the combat effectiveness of these 2200 Astartes could quickly resolve the battle.

However, when Guilliman saw how these Astartes fought, he was completely shocked.

The first group of time travelers is relatively normal, but this normality is only compared with the second group. In Guilliman's view, the second group is simply a group of lunatics.

Each of them had far more powerful firepower than a normal Space Marine, and when Guilliman ordered them to attack a position, they directly used heavy firepower to flatten the position that could have been captured with light weapons.

Wang Ming would never forget the stunned scene when Guilliman watched the Second Regiment using countless heavy firepower to beat dozens of Chaos Space Marines into a pulp.

At that time, Guilliman looked at Wang Ming in surprise for a long time before asking Wang Ming, who had a calm face.

"Why would they use their precious heavy firepower against an unequal target?"

The answer Wang Ming gave him at that time almost made him lie back in the stasis field again.

"Why use tactics when you can use heavy firepower?"

Guilliman was completely speechless at the time. Why would God use tactics when he could use heavy firepower!

Did you get all these equipments by the wind? Fight like this? I will never dare to fight such a rich war in my life!

However, what Guilliman absolutely did not know was that these equipments were really blown in by the wind. These equipments were taken out by Wang Ming from the "mall" and given to the time travelers, specifically for treating the time travelers' fear of insufficient firepower.

Guilliman took great pains to adapt to the time travelers' fighting style.

However, Guilliman still tried his best to command the time travelers in an "organized and orderly manner". In fact, it was very simple. Just give the time travelers a clear goal and let them advance forward. However, every time Guilliman looked at the time travelers' fighting style like that of greenskins, he still felt a headache.

However, the battle situation on Macragge was stabilized under Guilliman's command. The positions of the Chaos traitors were destroyed one after another, and the cities were recaptured. The Empire's Sky Eagle flag once again flew over the corpses of the Chaos traitors.

Now let us turn our perspective to the subspace, in the chaotic realm of the Supreme Heaven, where four people are sitting around a table playing mahjong.

"Are we going or not?" A man in a dark blue cloak asked the others.

“No, we were brought to the 40k universe by the Four Gods for no apparent reason. No one would want to work for them.” A man in red armor among the four replied to him, indicating that he did not want to work for the Four Chaos Gods.

"No, I don't want to be kicked out by the Emperor's corn man circle." The only female among the four also agreed.

"What for? Let us go and harm our fellow human beings?" A man who looked very weak also agreed.

So the Earth travelers chosen by the Four Gods, who had gone to great lengths to steal from the Emperor, began to collectively play badly.

Chapter 31 Master Thirteen, calm down

The four Chaos Gods have different attitudes towards the poor performance of the four chosen gods.

Khorne was extremely angry about the poor state of his chosen one, so he threw him into the bloodiest arena and ordered him to chop off ten thousand vampire heads.

However, Slaanesh and Nurgle have a much better attitude towards the Chosen Ones. If they don't want to go, then they don't have to go.

Anyway, Slaanesh doesn't want to care about these things. All he wants is endless pleasure and depravity. Nurgle loves his chosen one like a kind father. If the child says he doesn't want to go, then he doesn't have to go.

The God of Slaanesh chose to become a happy fat homebody in his own territory, staying in the territory every day to have fun with the Slaanesh demons.

The Chosen of Nurgle live in Nurgle's "garden", planting unknown Warp plants every day. When they have nothing to do, they go to chat with the Eldar goddess of life, Isha. They live a very comfortable life.

And Tzeentch's Chosen One was blessed again because he chose not to go to Terra, and the resulting change in fate made Tzeentch happy.

The battle of Hera Fortress has ended. A large number of corpses of Chaos traitors were thrown down from the high walls of Hera Fortress. Chaos' rebellious Titans fell to the ground and turned into scrap metal. The Sky Eagle flag representing the Human Empire fluttered above Hera Fortress.

The Ultramarines held a brief return ceremony for their Primarch who had returned from ten thousand years. Witnessed by his gene-descendants, Guilliman sat back on the command throne that had been vacant for ten thousand years and led his gene-descendants once again.

After arranging all the command issues, Guilliman began to talk with the visitors one by one. He had been out of touch with this era for a full ten thousand years, and he urgently needed to know everything about this era.

The first person Guilliman met was Wang Ming. He wanted to understand this suddenly appeared Primarch, this brother he never knew.

Outside Guilliman's room, Wang Ming looked at the powerful antihypertensive medicine in his hand and walked into Guilliman's room.

The room was very large and had hardly changed in tens of thousands of years. The various items inside were well protected, and there were not even any traces of any era left on them. In the center of the room there were two chairs specially made for the Primarchs, and Guilliman sat on one of them, waiting for Wang Ming's arrival.

"Who are you? What's your name?" After Wang Ming sat down, Guilliman asked him the question that concerned him most. He searched all his memories and could not remember the existence of Wang Ming among the Primarchs.

"Wang Ming is just a worker fooled by the Emperor." Wang Ming looked at Guilliman's puzzled face and said to him.

Guilliman looked at Wang Ming with confusion. He couldn't understand what he said. A worker fooled by the Emperor? He could understand fooling, but what was a worker? A slave in a factory?

Seeing Guilliman still looking at him with confusion, Wang Ming realized that he had used a metaphor that did not belong to this era.

"Just think of me as an undiscovered genetic offspring from the Emperor's Great Crusade, and I was tricked by the Emperor into coming to help the Empire."

Although Guilliman still felt confused, he nodded to Wang Ming and said nothing more. He only needed to prove that the Primarch was loyal. He could ask his father the specific questions after returning to Holy Terra.

"Do you know what happened during the ten thousand years I was unconscious? How is the Empire doing now?" Guilliman continued to ask Wang Ming. He needed to know what happened in the entire galaxy during the ten thousand years he was away, as well as the current situation of the human empire.

Here I come, I'm finally going to ask this question.

Wang Ming handed the antihypertensive medicine in his hand to Guilliman. He would need it for the next conversation.

"What is this?" Guilliman took the blood pressure medicine handed to him by Wang Ming and looked at Wang Ming in confusion, not understanding why he gave him this thing.

"Antihypertensive drugs. Believe me, you will need this next time." Wang Ming looked at Guilliman and took the antihypertensive drugs, and said slowly.

Although Guilliman didn't understand why Wang Ming gave him blood pressure-lowering drugs, he still nodded to him.

Next, Wang Ming told Guilliman about what the Empire had experienced in the past ten thousand years and the current situation in the Milky Way.

During this process, Guilliman took the bottle of antihypertensive drugs given to him by Wang Ming more than once to lower his blood pressure which was constantly rising. And as Wang Ming narrated various events, Guilliman even felt that he needed another bottle of antihypertensive drugs.

Chapter 32: Battle of Macragge 1

Guilliman now has a preliminary understanding of the current situation of the Human Empire. Everything that has happened to the Human Empire in the past ten thousand years makes him feel extremely sad.

The empire for which he was willing to sacrifice his life, the great country that once represented the rise of mankind and the pioneering spirit, is no longer there. The current human empire is just a dying, corrupt giant, constantly moving forward in this universe with its huge, corrupt body.

Sadly, in this era the Emperor is worshipped as a god, something he was very opposed to in the first place.

But now, almost every world in the Empire has a Church dedicated to the Emperor. Ironically, the very thing that the Emperor once opposed the most has become almost the only means for this corrupt Empire to maintain stability in this era.

In his meditation room, the grief-stricken Guilliman continued to vent his grief and anger towards the gorgeous cloth with the image of the Emperor painted on it.

He kept questioning his father, what happened to the empire, why he had to wake him up, why he had to let him see this corrupt empire.

"I would rather die in the rebellion started by Horus than see this corrupt empire."

Guilliman muttered to himself as he sat in his meditation chamber.

But he also knew that he could not abandon the empire, even if it was already corrupt.

"Think positively. At least the Empire is still here. It's not as bad as your worst imagination." Wang Ming, Guilliman and Fulgrim stood on the high wall of Hera Fortress and looked down at the Ultramarines and Time Travelers who were repairing Hera Fortress.

Guilliman listened to Wang Ming's words without saying anything, but just smiled bitterly.

"It would be better than that." Guilliman thought sadly in his heart.

Though Guilliman despaired of the Imperium's present state, the war on Macragge was not over.

All the sadness and emotions must be put aside for after the war is over. Now is the time to fight.

Under Guilliman's command, the Ultramarines worked together with the mortal auxiliaries to destroy the Chaos traitors' strongholds and positions one by one.

Those targets that required huge casualties to capture were also overturned by the time travelers.

The 2200 time travelers also learned some basic tactics from the Extreme Marines during this war.

The Astartes have a strong learning ability. Their almost photographic memory and modified nerve reaction allow time travelers to learn the most basic combat skills of a Space Marine in the shortest time possible.

"Li Weihua! Li Weihua! Where is your armored company? I'm from the second company. There's a Warhound Titan in front of us. We need fire support." Chen Tao, the second company commander of the first regiment, looked at the Warhound-class Titan in front of the position and contacted Li Weihua, the company commander of the fourth armored company, on the communication channel, requesting his fire support.

Even the heavy firepower of the traversers could not match the rebellious Titan. Its huge feet, filled with the marks of chaos and blasphemy, stomped on the traversers' positions, and its twin automatic cannons kept attacking the traversers.

Although the time travelers are immortal, they can still feel pain, and every death is an extremely painful process. Unless it is absolutely necessary, the time travelers in the first group generally will not treat death as a reading bar like the time travelers in the second group. They play tactics.

Just after Chen Tao contacted Li Weihua on the communication channel, not long after, on the flat ground behind the second company's position, six Sikaan battle tanks and a Brutal Blade super heavy tank drove quickly towards the second company's position.

"We're here. We've spotted Gou Tai. Get ready to shoot now."