Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Roche, male, unknown age, was first seen on Istvaan V, where he rescued the veterans in a starship that appeared to be from the Golden Age.

The warriors did not conceal the information that Guilliman had obtained from the Iron Hands and the Raven Guard.

Humanity has long lost too many records of the distant past, and even Guilliman knows very little about that glorious era. Only the remaining historical books on Macragge and the extraordinary technology can give people a glimpse into the past.

At this moment, facing a person who was most likely from that era and standing in front of him, Guilliman also showed patience and tolerance.

"I am just a remnant from the distant past. At that time, humans did not have the ability to leave their home planet and could only imagine what the universe and the starry sky really looked like." Luo Xi sighed and recalled the past years.

At that time, humans knew nothing about the darkness of the universe and were even naive enough to keep sending signals to the starry sky, trying to find traces of other life.

When humans really found extraterrestrial life, brutal wars followed. After continuous expansion, humans gained sufficient living space and owned territories covering most of the galaxy.

"Then what are you going to do? Coming from the past to the future, you must have your own mission." Guilliman continued to ask.

He was observing the micro-expressions and body language of the person in front of him. His ears could even hear the sound of heartbeats and distinguish truth from lies from the heartbeats.

"I am just an executor of the plan. You don't have to worry about my intentions. My only mission is to prevent the extinction of mankind. I must continue human civilization."

All he said was true, Guilliman confirmed in his mind.

"Do you mean that humanity is now on the brink of destruction?" the Primarch asked.

"Yes, I slept in stasis for ten thousand years. During this period, the Golden Age of Humanity ended, and the years that followed were what you call the Dark Age of Technology."

Before Luo Xi communicated with those Space Marines, he thought that the Dark Technology Age that humans now call is the Golden Age, but after comparative analysis, he was convinced that the era he arrived at was by no means the so-called Dark Technology Age.

Human civilization in the Golden Age is enlightened and still maintains the pioneering and enterprising spirit since the colonization of the galaxy. Human civilization as a whole remains rational and progressive.

The era when technology was abused, all kinds of technological lunatics were rampant, and human genetic sequences were frantically modified was the real dark technological age. Although the golden people who could transform themselves without any scruples raised human civilization to its peak, they also lost the most important humanity.

"According to some information I got, at the end of the Dark Age of Technology, the most reliable Iron Man launched a rebellion. After the rebellion was ended, humans entered an era of strife where communication with each other was cut off, but I still haven't woken up."

"The Red Alert's computing power is sufficient to calculate the general direction of the future. It has determined that humanity is currently experiencing a disaster more dangerous than the Iron Man Rebellion."

"That's really bad news." Guilliman did not seem very depressed, or perhaps his depression had already been exhausted in the war.

Three legions were completely destroyed, the Word Bearers' goal was roughly achieved, the XIII Legion suffered heavy losses, more than half of its fleet was destroyed, and most of the power of the legion that the Warmaster feared the most was crippled. Guilliman lost too much on this day.

"What are your next plans? Will you continue on to Terra or stay in the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar?"

Guilliman looked at Roche and realized that this was a great opportunity. The starship had a large number of backups of ancient technology, and he could use that technology to create a more terrifying army.

"I believe in the results of my intelligent computer's calculations. Humanity is now in a desperate situation. I wanted to leave after delivering the information to you. Every minute and every second of staying on the battlefield is dangerous."

"Although the destructive power shown in this war is not enough to pose a threat, the possibility still exists."

Roche's words sounded very harsh, and Guilliman realized that this man had almost no sense of identity or belonging to the human empire.

In other words, he is not exactly the same as humans today.

The reason why he was willing to lend a helping hand in the Battle of Calth was probably mostly because both sides were human.

"I will continue my mission to continue human civilization. Maybe I will go to Earth and take another look at my hometown. Then I will stay away from the war, or maybe leave the galaxy. In short, I must ensure that my ship is in a safe environment."

Roche could hear the meaning of Guilliman's words to keep him, but he had to consider the risks of staying here. The Ultramarines' Ultramar 500 Worlds were located in the eastern part of the Milky Way, not very far from the human home planet.

If the Warmaster Horus wanted to betray his father, he would have to capture Terra and destroy all resistance forces in the galaxy.

If he stayed on the Five Hundred Worlds, everything he had built here would be destroyed once Horus achieved final victory.

In the vast universe, the power of an individual is too small. Even if he reproduces the technology stored on the Red Alert, he does not have the confidence to fight against a galactic-scale human empire, especially since this newly born human empire is a puppet of some malicious existence in the subspace.

Supporting behind the scenes are the malicious gods in the subspace, and no one knows how terrifying their power is.

Are the madness and eventual destruction of the Dark Technological Age inextricably linked to the will of the subspace?

"In your eyes, the sacred mission you were given: to continue the flame of mankind, is to let you drive this ship that contains the miracle of human wisdom to escape? Escape from the galaxy, escape from the homeland of mankind?"

Guilliman's tone was heavy, expressing a completely different opinion.

"I cannot agree with this. You are actually shirking your responsibilities by doing this."

"Perhaps your ship will be able to locate itself without relying on the light of the Astronomican, and thus sail out of the dark edge of the Milky Way. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to settle down in an undiscovered galaxy and rebuild human civilization."

Guilliman stood up, his height reached nearly four meters, and Roche only felt like there was a wall in front of him.

"But what about the billions of suffering humans in the galaxy? Are they your victims? If everyone dies, and only the spark you protect remains, what's the point?"

"There is a saying in ancient Terra that goes, 'If the skin is gone, where will the hair be attached?'"

"Although a civil war has broken out among humans, things have not deteriorated to the point where they cannot be reversed. Please give humans some confidence. You know that you have the ability to do so."

The pressure from the Primarch was enormous, and Roche could feel Guilliman's voice buzzing in his head.

"What right do you have to accuse me? I know you hate artificial intelligence, and most of the technology on my ship relies on artificial intelligence to operate. Why should I trust you and believe that you won't destroy my ship after obtaining enough technology?"

After hearing Roche's answer, Guilliman understood why the other party was so resistant to cooperation.

The Empire's absolute vigilance towards artificial intelligence made Luo Xi unable to let down his guard.

He knew that it would be difficult to eliminate the gap between the two parties with words alone, but he had to do it to gain Luo Xi's trust.

Guilliman said, waving his hand: "My friend, perhaps you can no longer leave now. A rapidly intensifying warp storm is approaching, and the entire Five Hundred Worlds have lost contact with the outside world. I think in the face of a storm of this magnitude, even your ship from the Golden Age will find it difficult to leave."

The Word Bearers not only inflicted heavy damage to the Ultramarines, they also used this opportunity to perform a massive ritual. The Warp storm was raging, and long-distance Warp navigation and communication became impossible at this moment.

"Give me some time, and I will prove that the Five Hundred Worlds can tolerate your existence, including your ship." Guilliman said solemnly, "In the name of the Emperor, in the name of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, I swear."

Chapter 39: Alliance

"My astropath and navigator told me that the scale of this warp storm is unprecedented. Even the light of the Astronomican has disappeared. The territory of the Empire has been torn apart at the warp level. It is very difficult to return to Macragge."

Luo Xi's face suddenly turned ugly. Through telepathic communication with the intelligent computer, he knew that this was indeed the case.

Even the Red Alert controlled by an intelligent computer cannot maintain its direction 100% in the subspace storm. Entering the subspace at this time is tantamount to seeking death.

The Red Alert is crucial to the implementation of the plan. Subconsciously, Luo Xi regards this doomsday ark as some kind of fragile treasure of civilization that cannot be easily touched.

He wanted to use it in an absolutely safe environment and exert its capabilities, rather than in a dangerous situation where war could break out at any time.

But now, there doesn't seem to be much choice.

He pondered for a moment, then continued, "I will remain in Ultramar until the Ruinstorm is over. But if I can leave, you must not stop me from going."

Both parties were well aware that this would be as fair a deal as possible, with Roche providing the Five Hundred Worlds with some suitable technology for Guilliman to build a more powerful war force to fight against his traitor brothers.

Guilliman must also do everything possible to provide shelter and necessary support. He will condone the existence of an alien using artificial intelligence in the Five Hundred Worlds. Neither the forces of the Empire nor those traitors can touch Roche's bottom line.

This is actually an unwritten alliance. The two sides will become a community of interests and help each other in accordance with the covenant.

"You won't regret it." Guilliman smiled as brightly as the sun. "The Empire may not be able to accept you, but I can. I am the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds. No one can judge you beyond my reach."

"We have to evacuate Cowes now. The radiation level here is no longer suitable for human survival."

"What about those who are still in the underground bunkers on the planet?" Luo Xi asked.

"Our ships can only take away some people, but the fleet has been severely damaged. We can only do our best."

Guilliman's words were sincere. The Ultramarines today were incapable of saving everyone, and some of them were destined to remain on Calth until he had enough strength to send another fleet to pick up the rest.

"The remnants of the Word Bearers have also entered the underground of Calth. They rely on the complex underground cities to carry out guerrilla warfare. We also need to continue to annihilate them. I have given this task to Ventanus."

Guilliman called Ventanus to him.

"I will appoint you as the supreme commander of Calth. Calth's underground city and intricate network can shelter those who are unable to evacuate in time. They need a leader. Can you do it, my son?"

"I will do my best," said Ventanus.

"It may be many years before we send a fleet to rescue you. We are about to go to the battlefield against the traitors, and no one knows when the war will end."

"But I can assure you that reinforcements will come after we gain some breathing space."

Ventanus, son of Guilliman, stood calmly before the Primarch.

-

The Macragge's Glory and the fleet left the Viridian System, and Calth was left alone.

Ventanus and a group of Ultramarines stayed in Calth. They returned to the underground fortress of the ATLAS Museum. The transmitter left by Roche was still working, and senior technician Tauron would continue to maintain the machine.

The voice of the Supreme Commander of Calth was broadcast over the radio in a global loop:

"The star in this galaxy has suffered from abnormal flare activity. The radiation intensity on the surface of Calth will kill all unprotected life. If you are a local resident, an imperial soldier, or a soldier of the Thirteenth Legion, please go to the nearest underground passage immediately."

"We can survive this stellar activity. We can defeat the Word Bearers rebellion hiding underground. All loyalists who can receive the broadcast should go directly to the nearest dungeon. Information about the dungeon can be found in the encrypted attachment to this broadcast."

Ventanus finished the voice recording and looked at the servo engineer who remained here.

"You can leave. The Primarch needs high-level technicians like you."

The waitress just chuckled.

"Compared to the misty starry sky, I prefer the feeling of stepping on the ground."

Her electronic prosthetic eyes flickered. In the darkness underground, the most familiar lover had never left.

-

Roche did not stay on his ship, but accompanied Guilliman at this moment.

And he also gained a new identity: Primarch's advisor.

"We must return to Macragge first. The flagship and fleet have suffered heavy damage. I believe my traitorous brothers will never just attack Calth. I must restore my legion before they launch a larger-scale destruction."

Guilliman stood on the bridge. The Ultramarines had assembled nearly 250,000 warriors on Calth, but after betrayal and bloody killings, this number was reduced by nearly half. About 70,000 Astartes were killed and more than 30,000 Astartes were seriously injured.

This was a tragic figure, in addition to the fact that more than three digits of Titans were destroyed, approximately one and a half million mortal auxiliaries were killed, and half of the fleet was sunk.

Even the largest Astartes Legion, the Ultramarines, would be severely damaged by such a blow.

Hill compiled the details of the Battle of Calth, and a data tablet full of data was sent to Guilliman. The Primarch only took a glance at the contents of the data tablet and deduced the enemy's losses.

"The Word Bearers lost at least fifty thousand Astartes, sixty-five Titans, and over half a million cultists on Calth."

"It's a terrible loss," said Luo Xi.

Although he was an eyewitness to the war, his experience was limited to the battlefields around the Global Museum and he did not know much about other places on the planet.

It was the countless heroes who used their lives to resist the attacks of the Word Bearers, the Astartes, the mortal auxiliaries, and the pilots of those Titan machines.

"Thanks to you, we can confirm that Kor Phaeron is on the False Emperor. The biggest murderer was about to escape, but you intercepted and destroyed him."

"It is also because of your message that our losses have been reduced a lot. I believe that if we had not received an early warning, the Thirteenth Legion might have been annihilated in Calth, and my damned brother Lorgar's ambition would have come true."