Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

There is a saying in ancient China that goes "too much wisdom will lead to harm." Roboute Guilliman is exactly the kind of person who is extremely intelligent, but his ideological realm is not mature enough.

His Creator gave him the strongest brain, and fate gave him the best environment to grow up in. However, everything he has experienced so far is not enough to shape a mature soul.

In Luo Xi's view, the Primarch had a very smooth first half of his life, and he still maintained a naive belief similar to that of an infant.

When Roche started talking, Guilliman was no longer silent.

"I'm wondering what the galaxy has become now. Two hundred years ago, my father led my brothers in the Great Crusade and recovered countless human worlds that had been scattered around since the Dark Ages. The dream of human revival was about to be realized before our eyes, but reality is often the cruelest."

"Lorgar, Angron is just one of them. If they are not lying, then I am afraid that half of the brothers have chosen to betray."

"I have seen that a brief age of knowledge and enlightenment has ended, and a new dark age has begun. The gains of the Great Crusade have been burned to ashes."

Although Guilliman's tone did not sound much depressed, Roche could feel the deep sadness.

That was the sadness of seeing his ideals shattered before his eyes. Roboute was a typical idealist. He even imagined how his descendants would transform from war veterans into qualified consuls when the Great Crusade was over.

He left a room vacant in the inner palace of Macragge, and furnished it with a table and chairs large enough to accommodate the Emperor and his brothers.

Compared to a commander, a king, or a great Primarch, he might prefer to find a quiet piece of land among the Five Hundred Worlds, work from sunrise to sunset, and cultivate his own little land.

But now, the sweet dream has turned into bitter wine, and once you drink a glass of it, it will take a long time to let it go.

Chapter 99 It’s fantasy time now

"Besides me, how many loyal brothers are still alive? Ferrus and Vulkan both died on the killing field of Isstvan V. It is rumored that Corax escaped. How is the Khan? What about Dorne stationed on Terra? The Warmaster will definitely not let go of the Solar Segmentum. Dorne will be the biggest obstacle."

"Where is Ryan? He has concealed his whereabouts. The last news from Sanguinius came from the Signus galaxy. Russ's character is always the most impulsive. Has he been torn to pieces by the enemy?"

"My brothers, are they all right?"

After drinking only one glass of wine without much alcohol, Roboute seemed drunk and began to mutter to himself.

Roxie patted the shoulder armor of the seated Guilliman. He was not very good at comforting people.

In the hearts of the Ultramarines, he is the great genetic father; in the hearts of the people of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, he is the invincible king, but he is also a human being. He has never lost his sense of identity with humans, even though no human can be as extraordinary as he is.

"I sometimes wonder if I am the last of the loyalists left, if the galaxy has become the spoils of the Wolf God, if Terra has fallen."

Guilliman looked at Roche, expecting him to say something.

"Then do what you should do and don't worry too much. If you are the last loyal son, then bring revenge to your brothers. If not, then you will be waiting for your brothers to come in the Five Hundred Worlds. You must unite as one."

Guilliman was encouraged by Roche's affirmation. He waved his fist and excitedly sketched a preliminary idea.

"I must find a way to break the influence of the Ruinstorm. The five hundred worlds must be integrated again. Since we can't see the light of the Astronomican, we must find a replacement."

"If the Imperium has fallen, then let Ultramar be the backup of the Imperium. We will never succumb to Horus, and never succumb to the power of Chaos."

Guilliman wants the Five Hundred Worlds to shoulder the responsibilities of the Imperium in times of crisis, but does this in some sense prove that he is doing something wrong?

The complexity of this caused Guilliman great pain, and he was afraid that his actions would also become some kind of rebellion.

"I need your help. In your time, besides the subspace, are there other faster-than-light communication and transportation methods?"

Luo Xi pondered for a moment. His most important goal at the moment was to restore communications and interstellar transportation.

"Although I really want to help you, unfortunately, in the 21st millennium of mankind, we also used the subspace for faster-than-light travel. At that time, the subspace was not so dangerous, and we did not need to pay a high price to travel."

If the warp in the past was as calm as an inland lake, the warp now with its storm of destruction is like a deadly deep ocean.

"But I can improve your current communication mode. Although it cannot achieve ultra-long-distance communication in the full sense, it can greatly reduce the difficulty of communication between neighboring galaxies, so that they will not be divided into isolated islands by the destructive storm like they are now."

Although he didn't get what he needed most, Guilliman still nodded optimistically. There is always a way. If you lose confidence, then everything will be in vain.

After finishing this topic, Guilliman mentioned the topic of Iron Man with some hesitation.

"Luo Xi, can you ensure the safety of the Iron Men? After all, they are too dangerous, even more dangerous than the rebellion and subspace crisis that are currently plaguing us."

When the Emperor created the Primarch, he engraved hatred of aliens and vigilance against abominable intelligence into their genes. These two things were the root cause of severe damage to mankind during the Dark Ages. It was also with great difficulty that Guilliman acquiesced to Roche's possession of the Iron Man.

"There is no 100% guarantee. You and I both understand this. But what I can be sure of is that in the face of chaos pollution, artificial intelligence is not powerless to fight back. In fact, compared to humans, artificial intelligence is more resistant." Luo Xi answered sincerely.

"My ship was the limit of technology at that time. It was created to continue the human race. The underlying algorithm logic has been refined through thousands of trials. I don't think the warp can corrupt it so easily." He continued, citing the example of the Battle of Calth.

"Those chaotic waste codes did want to pollute and corrupt my intelligent brain, but they clearly failed. The firewall of the intelligent brain is difficult to cross. Its self-purification ability and its ability to attack chaotic waste codes have been put to the test."

The Primarch nodded. Indeed, the intelligent computer on the Red Alert played a very important role in the battle to recapture the weapons array.

"The loyalty of my AI is beyond doubt. Now I am just worried that our enemies will use more horrific warp sorcery, like the Chaos waste code pollution, to corrupt the AI ​​with stronger means."

Seeing that Guilliman had somewhat accepted his theory, he continued.

"Although I have not experienced that dark and chaotic era, I am sure that not all Iron Men and artificial intelligences have chosen to betray. Humans use more than billions of artificial intelligences. Even a planet-scale mining site has its own intelligence."

"And the fact that humans were able to survive that dark age is closely related to those intelligent computers that remained loyal. Only artificial intelligence can fight against artificial intelligence, otherwise humans would have been exterminated by those omnipotent intelligent computers long ago."

Guilliman nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

"In our time, most war weapons were controlled by artificial intelligence and iron men. If we completely lose the assistance of artificial intelligence, our combat effectiveness may not be as strong as these clumsy genetically modified warriors under your command."

Even Guilliman couldn't help but feel angry when he heard Roche call his proud Astartes a clumsy modified warrior.

Luo Xi also chuckled, and he spread his hands and listed them one by one: "Although the Human Alliance strictly prohibits illegal genetic modification, this law is obviously not very binding."

"With the help of the STC template, even a remote and undeveloped planet may have a very advanced genetic engineering laboratory. Too many lunatics have turned their delusions into reality through the STC."

"Have you ever seen a monster that has a nuclear reactor inside its body and relies on nuclear energy to feed and fight?"

"Have you ever seen an android that can absorb solar radiation, strengthen its body just by basking in the sun, fly at supersonic speeds at will, and withstand plasma with its physical strength?"

"Have you ever seen a freak who has genetic material from alien races inserted into his gene fragments and can freely use psychic power and manipulate electromagnetic force and gravity?"

Guilliman was a little stunned. Compared with the monsters that Roche described, the Astartes seemed indeed a little mediocre.

"A mad scientist named Portland used an alien corpse he accidentally found to transform a creature with powerful evolutionary abilities. As long as every cell of the creature is not completely killed at the first time, it can adapt in a very short time and be almost immune to the same damage next time."

"This terrifying adaptability allowed the creature to spread rapidly, even devouring an entire human habitation world. Ordinary weapons lost their effectiveness after being used, causing the situation to spiral out of control again and again."

Luo Xi sighed and said that the scientific madman was indeed a genius. His creation caused considerable trouble to the Human Alliance at that time. Because of the concealment and evasion at the beginning, the monster almost grew to the point where it was difficult to eliminate.

"What happened next? How was it destroyed?" Guilliman asked curiously.

"Black hole. The Alliance created an artificial black hole in the core of the planet, which swallowed up all the mass of the entire planet from the inside out. Naturally, the monster had no room to adapt." Luo Xi said.

"But I feel that life always has its limits. I can't imagine what kind of ghost thing can adapt to the black hole environment. The nearly infinite density is enough to devour any material energy and information."

Guilliman felt beads of sweat oozing from his neck. He had already imagined that if the human empire encountered such a monster, with the empire's extremely slow reaction speed, by the time the upper echelons found out, it would probably have reached a point of no return.

At that time, they will face an enemy that is immune to most of the attacks, with a vitality so strong that it is almost immortal, and its adaptability is still urging the pace of evolution.

"You were really full of demons and monsters back then. No wonder you were destroyed in the dark night in the end."

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief. He found that after engaging in some wild and ridiculous imagination with Roche, his nervousness had eased a lot.

Although the current situation is bad, it is still within the acceptable range. Horus can only take the throne world as quickly as possible and be crowned in a quick victory.

And if the situation deteriorates and progress slows, his rebels will simply be overwhelmed by loyalists who will react.

After all, only a minority chose to betray, and the vast majority of the Empire remained loyal to the Lord of Mankind, and Horus was well aware of his own strengths and weaknesses.

The Wolf God had the first-mover advantage and the help of the subspace, so he was able to execute three loyal legions by taking advantage of the information gap. But when everyone knew about his rebellion, could the Wolf God still be so unstoppable?

Chapter 100 Conservative and Radical

A month later, Roxi finally returned to the Macragge system.

The news of victory had already been transmitted back to the capital of the Five Hundred Worlds through short-distance astropathic communications. Although the storm of destruction was still continuing, as long as enough cost was paid, the minimum communication between galaxies could still be maintained.

Of course, the so-called price is to use psychics as firewood. In order to overcome the interference of the subspace storm, a large number of psychics are needed to transmit the astronomical language at the cost of their lives.

The rules of the universe are so cruel that sacrifice is necessary to maintain communication within the five hundred worlds.

Although the enemy has been defeated, the Macragge system remains on high alert.

A large number of minefields are arranged at the edge of the galaxy. Star fortresses and weapon space stations are in a firing posture by default. Once the command center stops confirming the signal every twenty minutes, these arsenals will automatically enter a state of war.

Swarms of destroyers and cruisers roam the Macragge system, filling the gaps between the star barriers.

The fleet led by Macragge's Glory passed through the dense defense lines, and the capital planet's airport and orbital platform were ready.

"A grand triumph ceremony awaits us." Guilliman was still wearing the power armor, but with some gorgeous decorations. He did not wear a helmet, but instead a Macragge laurel crown.

"They will definitely be excited to see you," Luo Xi smiled.

The Primarch and his Ever-Victorious Guard returned to Macragge via a gunship, and when the cobalt blue gunship descended from the sky, all the people crowded around Hera Plaza cheered.

Everyone walked out of their homes and came to the streets, cheering and shouting in the direction where the Primarch landed.

The city's guards tried their best to maintain order at the scene. They formed a human wall to prevent mass accidents among the overly excited crowd.

When the gunboat opened its hatch, the jet of air kicked up the dust on the ground, and a triumphant king stepped onto the red carpet laid out for him.

The people spontaneously celebrated the triumph of the Lord of Macragge with flowers. Children held flowers and saluted the Primarch in their parents' arms.

Parents further back lifted their children above their heads, letting them ride on their shoulders, cheering and praising Guilliman's name.

"Remember his appearance, child. He is the king of the Five Hundred Worlds. He protects us!"

"Long live the Primarch!"

At this moment, millions, even tens of millions of people throughout the city of Macragge were shouting Guilliman's name, celebrating the victory he had won after defeating the rebels.

The tragedies of Calth and Amatra were known to all, as were the slaughters on lesser-known worlds, and the crimes of the traitors would not be forgotten.

Guilliman, wearing a laurel wreath, also waved to his people. A strong sense of pride and glory filled his heart. He was loved by his people and would also love his people.

Luo Xi still stayed on the gunboat and did not come down. He could not stand such a noisy welcome ceremony. He was also not suitable to be exposed to too many eyes.

Just when he was worrying about how to sneak away from this huge welcome ceremony, an extreme warrior with silver-white hair and a somewhat old face came to him.

"Greetings to you, Lord Roshi."

This Extreme Warrior had a unique temperament, and his every move revealed strong confidence and majesty. When they saw him, the Extreme Warriors on duty saluted him one after another.

"Orfeo Cassandra, you have probably never met me," he said gently and modestly.

"I have heard that you, the Regent of Amatra, commanded the entire Battle of Amatra, holding off the World Eaters and the Word Bearers for more than a month, and killing Angron through a siege."

There was a gleam in Luo Xi's eyes. He stretched out his hands and held one of Orfeo's hands.

He is a living legend. Faced with a gap of dozens of times between the enemy and us, he managed to hold on until the reinforcements arrived.