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Guilliman also did not understand and took off his armor in front of the Ever-Victorious Army.

It was a Terminator Armor carefully crafted by the Adeptus Mechanicus, worth even more than a star, but at this moment it was defeated by a more powerful competitor.

"When you return, remember to find some Mechanicus priests to perform the rituals of holy incense and holy oil. It has only been equipped with a basic intelligent system. I want to see how the machine soul is born."

Although Luo Xi believed that the machine soul was a simple kind of intelligence, he wanted to see how the Mechanicus could make a soulless armor give birth to a machine soul. For him, this might be a kind of knowledge that was not within the knowledge framework.

There is no knowledge that is always correct, only knowledge that keeps pace with the times.

Next, Roche took Guilliman to inspect the factory workshop that produced mortal equipment. Those standard carapace armors could operate using force feedback, and could enhance power when equipped with micro-power backpacks. They were almost a castrated version of the Space Marines' power armor.

It is equipped with basic medical functions, and can release hormones and drugs for excitement and hemostasis. The communication module in it can enable battlefield communications to the individual soldier level, which is undoubtedly a significant improvement in the army's command capabilities.

These mortal armors do not require much resources. Compared with the power armor of the Space Marines, Roche's current productivity can produce 100,000 pieces per day.

"I will adopt your suggestion. Important planets such as Macragge, Amatra and Konor will update the equipment of the auxiliary army. Thank you for your contribution."

Guilliman immediately made the decision that transport ships from Macragge would immediately transport the produced equipment to several key defended worlds.

The Space Marines and Mortal Auxiliary Forces there will be upgraded and equipped.

"If my flagship had not been repaired by the Mechanicus, I would have brought it to you. I would have covered every inch of the armor with adamantium. The pressure on our navy is simply too great."

Although the innovation of power armor and the replacement of mortal auxiliary forces made Guilliman happy for a while, the real troublesome thing had not been solved, that is, the problem of replenishing the warships of the 500 Worlds of Ultramar.

Guilliman urgently needs some new warships to join his fleet. After the Battle of Calth, the Ultramarines lost almost half of their warships. Facing the coalition forces of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters, their disadvantage in naval warfare will continue to increase.

"I want to know if you have a way to build a warship with sufficient combat power. Although I know this is an excessive request, I must seize every bit of strength when facing a powerful enemy."

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"Your request is indeed a bit difficult for me."

Roxi looked up at Guilliman. "I used technology, not sorcery. Even when we were building ships, we couldn't just point our fingers and have them pop out of thin air."

"Battleships require large orbital docks. Even some giant fortress battleships require a planet to be shaped into a dock before they can be built."

"Even with the help of STC, you still have to give STC time to build an orbital dock of sufficient size."

"Just like the Phalanx owned by your brother, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Rogal Dorn. It was a space fortress from ancient times. I'm curious why there is only one left out of so many space fortresses today. Maybe it's because the wars in the past were too brutal."

The Phalanx is a historical wonder from the Dark Age of Technology. To the Imperial Fists, the Phalanx is an invincible battleship, a void fortress, and a home world. Its size is as huge as Terra's satellite moon.

This warship from the distant past was severely damaged, and its remains remained in orbit around Rogal Dorn's hometown of Inwit until Rogal Dorn attempted to repair it, at which time it came back to life.

Guilliman also realized that his idea was a bit fanciful, and he had exaggerated the power of the STC. The STC template was the crystallization of ancient technology, not a wish-granting machine that could make your wish come true. It required time, resources, and the help of artificial intelligence.

"Then can those mining ships in space be mass-produced? I think they are also very good." Although Guilliman did not achieve his first requirement, he continued to test it with the mentality of giving it a try.

"Those mining ships are controlled by AI, and these little guys don't have strong defensive capabilities. If they are discovered by the enemy, a round of beyond-visual-range attack can destroy them." Luo Xi was helpless.

"But they do have considerable power at close range. Their fragmentation fields are enough to tear apart most battleship armor. However, this tactic can only be used once. Once the enemy knows about it, they can no longer use it."

"That's enough. A surprise attack is enough to decide the outcome of a battle." Auguston, who was already wearing the adamantium armor, said, "The soldiers of the Five Hundred Worlds never fear death. We are only afraid of meaningless death. If the situation really deteriorates to that point, driving this spaceship and perishing together would be a good destination."

News of the enemy's approaching advance reached the Primarch's office every day. Everyone knew that an extremely brutal war was about to begin. The most pessimistic view was that the Five Hundred Worlds would most likely be destroyed under the enemy's iron hoof, but the Ultramarines did not care.

There is only one possibility for the destruction of five hundred worlds, that is, all the Extreme Marines died.

"I have now received sufficient intelligence. My shameful traitor brother Lorgar has received support from at least two Abyssal Fury-class battleships. He and Angron have launched a destructive operation called Shadow Crusade. We must not sit idly by and wait for death."

The Five Hundred Worlds are ready to shed their last drop of blood.

Whether it's your own or your enemy's.

"At least in this era, mankind has not lost its most beautiful virtue: courage."

Luo Xi looked at this scene and felt emotional.

“The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. Even if a coward holds advanced weapons, he may still be killed by an enemy that is inferior to him. On the contrary, a warrior with courage may also kill the enemy with outdated weapons.”

"Actually, it's not that there is no solution at all." Luo Xi said. Although he couldn't build warships of sufficient weight in a short period of time, it didn't mean that he couldn't deal with those difficult targets.

The most dangerous thing about the Word Bearers and the World Eaters is the cutting-edge combat power they possess, two Glorious Queen-class battleships, and at least two more powerful Abyssal Fury-class battleships.

The only flagship Ultramarines of this level is the Macragge's Glory, which is still under maintenance.

"What do you have in mind?" Guilliman stared at Roche, hoping that the other party could continue to give some good news.

"I can't build some warships to destroy the enemy in a short period of time, but I can transform a satellite or an asteroid and destroy their fleet with absolute firepower."

"In terms of speed, it is always faster to transform an existing planet than to build a warship from scratch."

Roche's idea was to use the gravity generator produced at the base to bind an asteroid of suitable mass.

While making it as dense and solid as possible, some super weapons that could only be placed on the surface were placed there.

He would install warp engines and sufficient thrusters on the asteroid to give it a certain degree of maneuverability. When the enemy's fleet entered the galaxy and could not leave at will through warp jumps, it would be time to harvest the combat planet.

The prototype of this weapon is an extremely castrated version of the weapon called [Neutron Battle Star] recorded in the database, which is the most crude imitation.

The prototype of this weapon is a neutron star captured by humans. They use gravitational technology to build an engine inside the neutron star, and use this celestial body with terrifying mass to attack the enemy.

Whether using the neutron star's pulse rays or directional gravitational tearing, or the most primitive impact, the neutron battle star is a very terrifying ultimate weapon.

Although it can only bind one asteroid at most now, it is enough to deal with enemies of this level.

The firepower of a battleship is in no way capable of confronting a celestial body. However, those planetary defense weapons can only be attacked beyond visual range by battleships with air superiority, while movable asteroids do not have this problem.

If your weapons can't reach you, you can let the planets move closer!

Bring me the planet!

By the time the enemy ship finds itself unable to escape the gravitational pull of an asteroid, it is too late.

The inability to escape via a warp drive jump means that the enemy must engage in a firefight with the asteroid. This will be the most direct firefight.

"I understand how long it will take to transform your battle planet. I will have the troops cooperate with the battle planet and give the enemy a huge surprise."

Guilliman had already conceived a perfect strategy in his mind. They had to find a way to lure the enemy fleet into a suitable galaxy. When the enemy was completely trapped, the ambush combat planets would jump into the galaxy to lock onto the enemy and bring the most horrific destruction to the enemy.

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Roboute returned to Macragge with a ship full of equipment and a beautiful promise.

Roche promised that within a month, an asteroid within Mustafar's gravitational range would be transformed into a combat planet with the final say.

In a month, a battle planet will appear in Macragge's command sequence.

In order to achieve this goal, even Luo Xi had to start working overtime intensively.

Mustafa's factory has drawn up a large number of gravity generator production sequences. From now on, each gravity generator must be placed on the asteroid called Virgin in orbit within the specified time.

A large number of mining spaceships carrying gravity generators flew to Virgo, and under the control of the intelligent computer, they were accurately placed on every gravitational balance point of the asteroid.

According to the calculations and deductions of the intelligent computer, at least one million gravity generators are needed to release the force that can compress the asteroid so that it can withstand the shock caused by the jump.

Time passes by minute by minute, and everything is going according to plan.

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Chapter 51 A Day in the Life of a Narrator

Five hundred worlds, the military world Amatra.

Lowell McCann woke up from his sleep and the wakeup call sounded outside the window. After several months of practice, he was able to sit up two seconds before the wakeup call sounded instead of being woken up passively.

Although this may seem meaningless, only those who have experienced it know that it means you are still in shape.

The sound of the reveille was very sharp and piercing, but in Lowell's senses, it was a sound with a unique charm.

Being woken up by the wake-up call means that the war has not yet arrived and you have successfully survived another day.

Lowell's roommates finished washing up as quickly as possible, but he had a little bit of privilege. This had nothing to do with his powerful family in Macragge, but just because he was a recorder.

The narrator is a profession found throughout the human empire, generally composed of poets, journalists, photographers and writers. Its origin comes from an order from the Emperor. The narrator uses his own personal experience to publicize to the general public of the empire what the Imperial Army has seen and heard, including but not limited to local customs, anecdotes, heroic deeds, etc.

In the vast human empire, 99.9% of the people will never have the opportunity to leave their home planet in their lifetime, and their understanding and imagination of other worlds largely rely on the biographies and experiences of the recorders.

The 627th Company of Amatra, where Lowell was located, was a mortal auxiliary army with a long history. It was the first batch of mortal auxiliary troops formed by the order of the Primarch himself, and was responsible for protecting the safety of the important planet Amatra.

"I hope there will be something different today. Every day is a military exercise. Even if we can cooperate with the Astartes stationed here, it would be fine." Lowell yawned, feeling a little tired.

Ever since the full alert order came from Macragge, the planet's supreme commander, Orfeo Cassandra, has been constantly mobilizing troops for combat readiness.

This military world already has countless bunkers and war shelters, and Lord Orfeo is constantly making new deployments based on these. They want to truly turn this planet into a nail, nailing it on the enemy's path.

"I heard that the enemy this time is the former 12th and 17th Legions. They betrayed the Emperor and shamelessly attacked our army in Calth."

Rumors always spread faster than official news. Lowell originally scoffed at such ridiculous rumors, but after receiving the notice from the Ultramarines, he had to accept the fact that the two legions that were originally loyal to the Emperor had already rebelled.

I heard that Calth has been destroyed. It was a newly emerging planet among the Five Hundred Worlds and had great potential.

Lowell wrote down his thoughts in his essay.

It was just that the Emperor seemed to have heard his wish. The commander of the 627th Company, a middle-aged man who looked only in his fifties and a veteran who had participated in the expedition against the Osiris psychic species, brought new orders.

"Everyone, go to the arsenal in teams to get new equipment!"

As soon as the military order was issued, everyone immediately tensed up, even the somewhat lax Lowell adjusted his mental state.

Before the military order was issued, everyone was called someone from different planets. However, once the order was issued, everyone had only one identity: a soldier of the 627th Company of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

It is the duty of soldiers to obey orders.

The soldiers of the 627th Company trotted into formation and arrived at the arsenal in an orderly manner.

Lowell glanced around quietly. There were many transport ships parked on the apron at the edge of the warehouse. The heat from their engines had not even dissipated yet. The surrounding air was twisted and rising under the heating of the heat wave. These big guys were in a hurry.

"According to your height and body shape, the team leader will lead the team to receive new shell armor, as well as brand-new laser guns, incendiary guns and micro-powered backpacks." The old company commander's voice was hoarse, but very clear, and even the soldiers at the back of the line could hear it.

Wait? What do you want to receive?

Lowell was a little absent-minded, as if he heard some unexpected words.

New Carapace? Explosive Gun? Power Pack?

It seems that these things are not something that a small 627th Company can obtain.