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Luo Xi couldn't help but hold his breath. He was afraid that this was just a beautiful illusion, but it was so real, just like the dark clouds in the sky dissipated to reveal the sun after years of doomsday floods. The warm starlight inspired everyone who witnessed this scene.

After the great battle on the planet Daven, everyone was exhausted. Even the strongest mortal auxiliary troops had their nerves stretched to the limit after years of war.

Now that they finally saw signs that the Galaxy was returning to its former state, every crew member and every auxiliary soldier was cheering, and some even began to cry with excitement.

The news that the navigator had witnessed the light of Terra's Astronomican was soon delivered, pushing the excitement and ecstasy to a climax.

Although the people of these five hundred worlds do not have a strong sense of identification with the Human Empire, as in the beginning, the top leaders represented by Ms. Euton even showed a subtle separatist tendency.

But when the light of the Astronomican appeared again, everyone still felt deeply moved. The Astronomican was still shining, which meant that Terra stood firm, the Emperor was still there, and the Empire existed.

All conflicts within humanity can be postponed. Whether it is the Human Empire or the Second Empire of the Five Hundred Worlds, they are all part of human civilization.

The long war not only brought death and pain, but also reshaped human beliefs and concepts.

The once prosperous Five Hundred Worlds had a variety of complex occupations, but after the war began, most of the occupations disappeared. Everyone was engaged in production, transportation and other work for the war, and most of the entertainment hobbies were also submerged by the intense war.

It can be said that the trillions of mortals in the entire Second Empire have already entered a state of war. The lax liberalism has been replaced by a more efficient authoritarianism. In the face of the life and death of the race, personal interests are small and insignificant.

Everything for survival, everything for the continuation of the race has become the common creed of the vast majority of people.

Having lost its source of power, the destructive storm erupted with its last strength. Most of the planets in the eastern galaxy observed violent auroras echoing in the universe. The intensity of ether energy reached a peak in a short period of time, and then dropped rapidly like an avalanche.

Sosa Star.

Warsmith Dantioch stopped his work. Since Roche left for other more important things, the work of cracking the Faros was taken over by him and Captain Alexis Pollux of the Imperial Fists.

The Captain of the Imperial Fist teleported the warriors of the Seventh Legion to the planet Sotha through the Pharos Lighthouse. The Son of Dorn vowed to build this system into an impregnable fortress.

"They did, Pollax."

Dantioch's iron mask reflected the brilliant aurora in the universe, and his withered and turbid eyes could not help but shed hot tears. The Astronomican still exists, Terra does not fall, and the Emperor is still leading mankind to resist rebellion.

"Yes, I have never doubted this. From the beginning, I firmly believed that Lord Guilliman and Lord Roshi were the hope of the Empire. Believe me, my friend, this is just the beginning."

“Everything is getting better.”

The tall Pollax looked even more majestic standing next to Dantioch. He patted the warsmith, who was supposed to be his enemy but now his comrade.

Loyalty is not something that can be said, but something that can be proven through actions. Pollax never left Dantioch and saw everything he did.

If anyone dares to question the blacksmith's loyalty now, the Sons of Dorne will be the first to strike back, and Pollax will make sure any doubters understand why the 7th Legion is called the Imperial Fists, and not the Imperial Shield or something else.

"The warp storm has dissipated, and your long-awaited return to Terra to support your father is within reach. When do you plan to leave?" The blacksmith looked at the galaxy for a while and returned to his primary position Alpha. He did not have much time to waste.

Polux, who inherited Dorn's outspoken character, looked at the blacksmith's hunched back with a complicated expression on his face.

The Imperial Fists was eager to return to Terra, but he was worried about his comrade.

He seldom encountered such mixed emotions. For the sons of Dorne, expressing their attitudes and feelings objectively and impartially without any scruples was a fine tradition derived from the Primarchs. Even other Primarchs would often be offended by Dorne's mouth.

"Why don't you come with us? Dantioch, the traitors are besieging Terra, including the Iron Warriors. Your shameful father is also on Terra, why don't you go and face him?"

Pollax wanted to take Dantioch away, but the blacksmith remained unmoved.

"We each have our own division of labor. I understand that my current physical condition is no longer adequate for the brutal war. The place where I can best demonstrate my value is in this Pharos Beacon."

"No one understands it better than I do, not even the Adeptus Mechanicus."

The blacksmith stroked the black stone wall of Faros. He was familiar with everything and could move freely in the intricate pipes even with his eyes closed.

As he got to know more, Dantioch felt more and more the terrifying technological gap between Faros and him. However, what made him most curious and puzzled was the things at the bottom of the beacon.

Something called a C'tan Fragment is imprisoned in the Necrons' Tesseract Labyrinth on the bottom level.

If you can master it... why fear traitors?

Amatra Military World.

The silver-haired Regent of Amatra, Orfeo, gazed at the Milky Way, which had regained its color. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the storm of destruction dissipated.

Amatra, which was destroyed by war, is being reborn with the full support of the Five Hundred Worlds. A brand new hive city is being rebuilt with the help of the Mechanicus, and the orbital platforms and defense systems have also been upgraded.

An endless stream of merchant ships and transport ships brought personnel and supplies to provide blood transfusion for this new world.

As before, it is a military planet, responsible for providing a steady supply of new blood to the Ultramarines and acting as a stabilizer to the surrounding planets.

He sat at his desk. During wartime, he was an invincible war commander and an outstanding strategist who designed and killed Angron once, but in peacetime, he also played the characteristics of the son of Guilliman and managed and maintained the world he lived in.

After thinking for a moment, Orfeo picked up the quill and wrote the petition on the parchment. He understood that Guilliman would definitely go to Terra after the Ruinstorm dissipated, and he wanted to go with him then.

As one of the most outstanding Ultramarines, how could Orfeo Cassandra miss such a heroic war to rescue Terra? He was unwilling to stay in the reborn Amatra. If possible, he hoped that he could die gloriously in the war to defend Terra.

The same thing happened on Calth. Ventanus, who was transferred to the intelligence department by the Primarch, returned to Calth again and continued to track down clues about the Word Bearers. He also hoped to be able to follow the Primarch on the expedition.

On Macragge, Macragge Commander Auguston, who had recovered but had his right eye replaced by a mechanical electronic eye, excitedly opened a bottle of Fenrisian mead with his battle-brothers.

This powerful warrior who survived the claws of the Night Haunter became a close friend of the Space Wolves and became addicted to alcohol, which he had never been interested in before.

The entire Five Hundred Worlds are getting ready, and Roche, Guilliman and others have returned to Macragge through the gradually restored normal warp jumps. Everything that blocks them has been cleared, and the loyalists in the Far East are about to set off to return to Terra.

Chapter 334: The Primarch Splits into Two Groups

"The Eldar? You are but a servant race created by my Creator. I am far more ancient and noble than you."

"During the war in heaven, the Creator created many races to fight against the great enemy. The Ancient Elves and the Kolk Orcs were some of the stronger ones."

In a room on the New Caliban that no detector could find, a strange combination of the Second Empire's four giants and an Eldar prophet Uslan gathered in front of an alien creation called the Tuchucha Engine.

For the four giants of the Second Empire, the most important thing at the moment is to integrate all the forces that can be taken away and return to the Solar Star Region through the Webway and traditional warp navigation.

Considering that Uslan admitted that the webway might not be able to accommodate too many support forces, most of the military forces would probably still need to rely on conventional warp navigation to reach the solar system.

At this moment, after a thrilling war on the planet Daven, Ryan finally revealed some of the secrets to his brothers - about the Tuchucha engine obtained by the Dark Angels.

Considering that Uslan was an Eldar and had a deep understanding of a lot of historical information and intelligence, the Lion King did some ideological preparation for a long time before allowing an alien to enter his secret room.

And when the five-member team passed through the layers of checkpoints of the inner ring veterans and passed no less than thirteen verification checkpoints, the Tuqiucha engine was finally revealed to everyone.

When the self-aware Tuchucha engine saw Roshi and others, it took the initiative to talk to Uslan.

This main body is an alien creation emitting misty light beams, controlling the body of a human boy to speak. The half-naked boy with pale eyes is connected to Tuchucha through countless metal data cables. After taking a few glances, Luo Xi immediately felt that this thing was a bit weird.

When Eldrad Uslan heard this, he was a little surprised. He tried to use psychic prophecy to read the information of the Tuchucha engine, but was strongly blocked by the other party.

The boy giggled strangely, and his expression became disdainful and mocking.

"Stop doing unnecessary things, Ada. If those extinct Ada gods come before me, they are still qualified to talk to me. You are not qualified."

Uslan pondered the truth of the other party's words, and suddenly he recalled some information he had learned from the Harlequin Troupe.

It is rumored that in the very distant past, when the Old Ones were still building the Webway across the galaxy, they created something to help dig and build the Webway.

The name of that thing has long been lost, but its capabilities have been passed down. If we explain it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, we can call it a web tunnel boring machine.

If this Tuchucha engine is part of the Webway TBM, then it is no wonder that it has such an arrogant attitude.

"That's enough. I don't care about your past, Tuchucha. You just need to answer me whether you have the ability to quickly take us back to Terra now that the subspace storm is gradually subsiding."

Ryan spoke up. He was in no mood to listen to these long and boring historical stories. He just wanted to urgently bring all the strength of the Far East Frontier to support the Emperor.

"I'm not sure," said the boy controlled by Tuchucha.

The Lion King was not vague at all. He took out a miniature singularity generator from his arms. This kind of technological relic stored in the secret vault was the most numerous type, but it had extremely extraordinary power.

"Don't be too quick to blow me up, wait a minute, Ryan."

Tuchucha acted arrogant in front of Uslan, but was repeatedly defeated in front of Ryan. If other people got Tuchucha, they would probably want to worship him and protect him, but the Caliban people did not indulge him at all.

"I can send you to the edge of the solar system. You cannot jump directly into the solar system through the subspace." Tuchucha explained, "The entire solar system has been built into the strongest war fortress in history by Terra's chief steward Rog Dorn. If we jump directly into it, we will be killed immediately without a burial place."

The Lion King put the singularity generator back a bit and waited for the other party to continue explaining.

"Secondly, I feel that there is a strong subspace energy surrounding the solar system. This level of power can only be created by the four great subspace masters in the Supreme Heaven. I don't know if I can get through their obstruction, but I will try my best."

Ryan finally smiled with satisfaction and stuffed the thing back into the interlayer of his shoulder armor.

Luo Xi didn't know how many dangerous items the Lion King of Caliban had stuffed on himself. Wasn't he afraid that some things would get out of control and blow him up first?

On the planet Daven, he witnessed Ryan stuffing a plasma generator into his mouth and defeating the enemy at a critical moment, which really opened his eyes.

Guilliman looked at Lion helplessly, this guy didn't look very reliable.

"We have to make a division of labor, brothers and comrades. From the overall perspective, it will not be effective for the three of us to rush straight to Terra together," said Guilliman.

"Not only are we trying our best to come back to support, but the traitors' reinforcements are also continuously coming to support Horus. At least one of us needs to lead a large force to attack from the rear of the traitors and delay the enemy."

Roche nodded in agreement, Guilliman was right, at least one of the Primarchs needed to slow down their return to Terra.

"I must go back. The prophecy says that I stand beside the Emperor, without Lion or Guilliman."

Sanguinius, who had recovered some of his strength, said that his dejection and depression had been swept away, and now standing here was an archangel with a strong fighting spirit and a strong desire to fight.

"The prophecy is not entirely correct. I can't abandon the Emperor!" Lion roared. He couldn't accept the situation that he could not return to Terra first.

The two angel brothers looked at Guilliman together and made a decision.

"It's you, Guilliman. You will lead the troops to attack the traitors from the rear and prevent them from reaching Terra. When we need you, you will come to reinforce with your endless Smurfs."

Guilliman was about to retort, but he had no choice but to accept the reality.

This is indeed the optimal solution. In super-large-scale corps combat, Guilliman's strength is even greater than that of Lion. Lion is too focused on the present. He is an outstanding general, but he does not have much more advantages than Guilliman in the role of commander.

The Macragge's godlike multi-threaded thinking can easily control billions of mortal armies and Space Marine forces, and even the Mechanicus's Skitarii and Titan Legions.

"Sanguinius and I will return to Terra through the webway. The Tuchucha Engine will be temporarily handed over to you for use. Guilliman, you'd better not touch my Tuchucha Engine." Lion warned.

He didn't want to hand over the Tuchucha he found in the Perditus galaxy. In order to get it, Ryan even had a conflict with the first captain of the Death Guard, Karas Typhon, and later sent his chief steward Kos Wayne to hunt down Typhon.

But considering the overall situation, he still made a choice.

As they possess the Webway, their need for the Tuchucha Engine is not as high as Guilliman's. Perhaps when fighting against the traitor reinforcements, Guilliman can use his incredible jump ability to better strike the enemy.

Faced with Lion's rare generosity, Guilliman just snorted and accepted it with a smile.

He already knew the other party's dark history of burning glass everywhere in his five hundred worlds, and wanted to find an opportunity to attack Lion, but now Lion handed Tuchucha to him, Guilliman could not lose his temper anymore.

"I will take the New Caliban, Sanguinius's new flagship, the Indomitable Truth, and the Red Tear to try to cross the Webway. As for the Astartes, I need to see what the Webway's carrying capacity is."

"I will take your Sun Titan Legion to Terra, and you will be responsible for the deployment of the others. Don't let us down, Guilliman. Remember not to be late when we need you."

Lion patted Guilliman's shoulder armor and stared into his eyes and gave him a meaningful instruction.