Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

As an immortal, he has too many habits from the past that are difficult to change, so much so that when he brings them up now, no one can understand the stories behind these habits.

"A primitive religion. I have to write it down." Ultramarine Zairo said, "We did not prohibit your beliefs, but we advocate the imperial truth. Religion will make people fall into ignorant fanaticism and rely on the fictional existence in their hearts to explain everything in the world."

The Extreme Warriors did not care too much about it. In fact, most of these mortals from various planets had various strange religious beliefs.

The promotion of the Imperial Truth did not have the expected effect.

Zaro even met a group of mortals who believed in a special kind of noodles. The strange word was called "Flying Pasta". He didn't understand it, but respected it.

"As for the question you want to ask, I can answer you. You may need to stay here for a while because there are more important things happening now."

The Ultramarines pointed to the space outside the transparent reinforcement material, where the figures of visitors coming from the warp could be vaguely seen.

"The Dark Angels will meet with us. Lord Roboute has issued an order for a military parade. They will hold a grand military parade at the Military Square in the capital."

Chapter 184: Secret Cult Agent

"Military parade, Ultramarines and Dark Angels..."

John captured the deeper message contained in this information. It seemed that the Dark Angels were coming with great force, and there would definitely be some chaos and trouble.

The Ultramarines' home planet is now particularly unfriendly to agents and spies. John doesn't know if those members of the Alpha Legion have also suffered setbacks here. After all, the shadow of Hydra is everywhere.

As an elite agent of the Cult, John has a deep understanding of Hydra, and the relationship between this legion and the Cult has always been ambiguous.

But all of this was just John's mental activity. His expression didn't change at all, as if he was really a consultant who just came to ask questions.

As for the situation raised by John, the Extreme Warrior Zairo also responded seriously.

"Regarding those women and children, I will make some adjustments. There will be a separate area for housing women and children. We will also increase patrols and surveillance, and provide assistance to mortals in need."

"You can come to me if there is any problem, and I will be responsible to the end."

John could read the mind of the cobalt blue giant in front of him. This was not some hypocritical courtesy or official diplomatic rhetoric. This was what the Space Marine named Zairo really thought.

He truly sympathizes with others, and even though he holds a high position, he still maintains a serious, honest, and responsible attitude.

These Extreme Warriors are indeed different from those he had seen before, John sighed in his heart.

As for him, he works for the cult, and most of them are dirty and tiring jobs that cannot be seen in public. If there is a word to describe him, then "evil" might be a good adjective.

Yes, that was how John understood himself, and it had been that way for all these years.

"Oh, sir, there is one more thing." John said, "In the latest batch of immigrant ships from Cowes, there is a woman named Alina with a child. She claimed that she was looking for a sir named Roshi."

Hearing this name, Zaro's eyes immediately became sharp.

Of course he knew who it was: his father's mortal advisor, the founder of the Forge World of Mustafar, a sage personally acknowledged by the Forge Director of the Five Hundred Worlds, a mortal with great power and influence in the Legion.

Matters involving that mortal consultant were no small matter, so Zai Luo decided to prioritize this matter.

"Thank you for the information, Orpesson," Zairo said.

"Commander Auguston's orders have greatly affected the actions of these citizens. I will report this to him. To be honest, I don't want to do this."

Zairo's words implied his dissatisfaction with Auguston. It was not only because the other party's order was inhumane, but also because he knew the hidden truth: Lord Auguston had seized the opinion of the Imperial Fist.

This is a moral disgrace for an Ultramarines.

John's psychic power could sense the thoughts and ideas of the giant in front of him, and he immediately understood why Macragge had become so heavily guarded.

This is the style of the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fists, this natural defense and vigilance.

John could even sense Zairo's dissatisfaction with Auguston. The upright officer believed that his commander's behavior was a disgrace and he wanted to uphold the honor and perfect moral sense of the Ultramarines.

"Thank you, sir. I will take my leave now." John had already gotten what he wanted. He learned the list of people in charge of login information from the mind of the Extreme Warrior officer.

"Go and bring the woman named Alina and her child here." Zai Luo said, "I will open a green channel if she really has something urgent to do with Lord Luo Xi."

John took his leave, and on his way back, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that woman's information would be so useful. I have to re-evaluate the Unpredictable's position in the Ultramarines. There must be more information that I don't know about that has yet to be discovered."

He told Elena the news and told her that the person she was looking for was indeed in Macragge.

The woman who received the news was overwhelmed with surprise. She didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

"I don't know how to thank you, Or."

There was no doubt that John had helped her a lot. If it weren't for his kind-hearted help, she would probably have stayed here for several days.

"In fact, I need your help as well." John rubbed his hands together, looking embarrassed. "If you don't mind, I can go with you. I've been in this hall long enough. It would be great if I could use your connections to reach the surface of Macragge ahead of time."

Alina agreed readily, saying it was not a big deal. The fellow countryman from Cowes who helped her a lot just asked to go through the green channel with her.

After finishing the food John brought, Elena, accompanied by John, came to Zaro's office with Joey, who was still sleeping in her arms.

The Ultramarines had already found out Alina's travel records from Calth to Macragge, and the information during the Calth War was also turned up.

The information network within the legion has already covered the grassroots level. Through the query system, Zai Luo can even know the year, month and day when this mortal woman in front of him gave birth to her child.

This is not complicated, because during the War of Calth, there was indeed a woman who was delivered and treated by the Salamander pharmacist, and she did have a connection with Roche.

Zai Luo knew that there was often an intricate network of relationships between mortals, and it was normal for even a mortal consultant to have a few mortal friends who wanted to ask him for help.

"I understand. How about this? A transport boat will depart in half an hour. You can take that boat to Macragge."

"Thank you, sir." Elena bowed deeply, then followed John into the green channel.

John, who had successfully sneaked in, had a smile on his face. Through the large arched windows, he saw the giant track plate below that was as big as a city, and the interstellar battleships that were shining with various colors.

The vast majority were Ultramarines warships, while a smaller number were visiting fleets from the Dark Angels.

John saw many staff members, officers and technicians of the Mechanicus working hard beside the holographic projection equipment, and he also heard more voices.

Most of them expressed dissatisfaction with the arrival of the Dark Angel fleet.

It was the Dark Angels, the damn Legion.

A legion that even the agents of the Alpha Legion were unable to infiltrate. All the agents sent to the First Legion fell silent after a period of time.

"These Dark Angels' warships are within the attack range of the Ultramarines. This is very unusual. Is Guilliman going to attack the First Legion?"

John thought to himself, to be fair, he still liked Macragge very much. At least the people here lived with dignity.

The leader of the Thirteenth Legion used some kind of alien technology. John's psychic power could sense the light flickering in the void. It was not the Astronomican, but a kind of the most evil technological force in the cult's information.

Those aliens in the secret sect know the origin of this light, which is even older than the history of the Eldar.

Are the Macragge people connected to the sleeping undead? Who is the master of this connection?

John's thoughts began to wander. Although in fact he did betray humanity and became an agent of the alien organization, the Cult, in a strange mood, he paid close attention to the fate of mankind.

Deep in his heart, the thing called conscience was constantly torturing him, but the inertia of his actions and thoughts, as well as the coercion of the secret cult alien made it difficult for him to change.

And now, under the instruction of the secret cult, he has to play a new role, no longer a spy, thief, or saboteur, but a more cruel role.

He will utterly kill the Emperor's Eighteenth Son. The Lord of Fire Dragons fell here, and the cult wants him to die completely.

Chapter 185 Military Parade

The military parade officially began at 9 a.m. local time in Macurag.

Guilliman had prepared everything. Even Roche had pulled some big guys from the warehouse on the Forge World of Mustafar to make them look more impressive, just waiting to show up at the parade.

In the vast city of Macragge, the Central Guard rolled out a massive war horn from its long-forgotten arsenal, a ceremonial instrument forged by successive Archons in the distant past from the tusks of some extinct beast.

These war horns were sounded together, and a deafening and distant roar echoed throughout the city, allowing everyone with Macragge blood to recall the feeling of fighting bravely on the battlefield in the past, encouraged by the sound of the horns.

The entire city stopped its daily production activities. Everyone either stayed quietly at home to watch the video broadcast, or crowded on the streets, waiting for the parade to begin outside the human wall formed by the Guards.

The sound of the trumpet slowly faded away, as if the ancient beast had stopped roaring, and was followed by the ensemble of the Thirteenth Legion's military band. Eight hundred silver trumpets and horns played a bright triumphal music together.

Joyful triumphal music swept every corner of the city, and everyone stood up to sing praises to the heroes and sacrifices who defended the Five Hundred Worlds.

The surging crowd formed a river. Men, women, old and young held flags and shouted slogans, cheering and blessing each other, celebrating the prosperity of Macragge.

"A comforting sight, isn't it."

"The people are united in celebrating victory and glory."

At the northern entrance of the Military Square, on the towering Titan's Gate platform, Luo looked at the crowd celebrating wildly and couldn't help but sigh.

“Even in such a dark galaxy, they are still able to face challenges with their tenacious will and vigorous vitality.”

Guilliman stood beside Roche, his custom-made power armour richly decorated, the cobalt blue surface dotted with gold, he wore a golden laurel wreath on his head, reviewing his army.

"As long as Macragge and the Five Hundred Worlds exist, the Empire will not perish. I firmly believe this."

The Primarch took a deep breath, his heart filled with pride. On the flagpole of the Titan's Gate hung the flag of the Thirteenth Legion, as well as the flags of all the legion warriors, including the Iron Hands and the White Scars. The flags of the Ultramar Auxilia and the Titan Legion also fluttered behind it.

He looked up at the sky. The Dark Angel landing ship that had been reviewed and approved was slowly entering the atmosphere. His brother Ryan Johnson was about to arrive.

The military square below covers an area of ​​900 hectares. It is paved with polished marble and bluestone from Mount Kaluu. The Hero Avenue that runs through the entire city connects to the military square. The first batch of reviewing troops finally revealed their true appearance.

Guilliman's proud Ever-Victorious Guards marched out of the fortress in neat steps. They were all equipped with powerful Star-type power armor and moved at a constant speed like rows of steel forests.

The cobalt blue armor and golden decorations gleamed in the sunlight, and a full ten thousand Ever-Victorious Guards, Guilliman's Ten Thousand, appeared before the world.

This is a force that is enough to destroy a galaxy-level civilization. These warriors holding twin-mounted heavy bolters and power swords are all elites among the Extreme Warriors. They have gone through numerous selections and were selected into the Ever-Victorious Guard after defeating rounds of enemies.

Those Central Guards wearing the equipment of the Mortal Auxiliary Army who were blocking the crowd on the roadside were like seven-year-old children in front of the Ever-Victorious Army. People looked at these Space Marines walking row after row amid the shaking of the earth with awe and admiration, and the shouts in their mouths subconsciously subsided.

Following closely behind the Ever-Victorious Army were the Astartes warriors of the Ultramarines' 1st Chapter. Among them were some huge steel bipedal mechas, which were dreadnoughts that still stuck to their duties after being seriously injured.

During this grand event, the elders who usually sleep in stasis were also awakened to witness the glorious moment of the Father of Genes.

"For Guilliman, for the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar!"

Loud war cries came from the mouths of these battle-hardened warriors. The uniform voices broke through the sky and formed waves of deafening sound.

Following behind the Ultramarines are the famous Ultramar Auxiliary Forces. These mortal troops, equipped to the teeth, have demonstrated their worth in the Battle of Amatra, and under the right circumstances, they can also inflict powerful damage to the Astartes.

One after another, super-heavy tanks, the Poison Blade, drove along the reinforced road. Beside these steel behemoths, mortal auxiliary soldiers wearing light carapace armor and holding incendiary guns walked with confident and calm steps to keep up with the footsteps of their comrades in front of them.

Ultramar Auxiliary Forces rarely attack alone, and in many cases, they cooperate with heavy vehicles to coordinate infantry and tanks.

"Is that the new vehicle you found in the database? Emperor, it is even larger than the Emperor's Baneblade."

Guilliman keenly spotted a strange figure among the tank troops. It was a giant land vehicle painted in dark red and black and gold. It was about eighteen meters long, and the armor on the top could even reach the three-story building on the side of the road. It was undoubtedly a mobile fortress.

"I call it [Apocalypse]. It is a powerful continental war weapon that once appeared in the Golden Age. Its powerful engine is enough to power a city, and its energy shield and void shield can withstand Titan-level firepower strikes."