Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Then we should regroup and break through the influence of the warp storm at all costs. Terra is the most important, isn't it?"

Polux continued, "And didn't you use a flashing beacon in the warp to guide us here? Does that beacon have the ability to guide us to Terra?"

The honesty and stubbornness of the Son of Dorne were more hurtful than the sharpness of the White Scars. Guilliman felt his heartbeat become a little disordered, and he saw an even more infuriating scene.

Luo Xi has already placed a full set of video recording equipment next to the pillars at the rear. These devices temporarily generated by nanorobots are generally used for holographic projection collection.

This is a precious scene, the Lord of Macragge is under siege.

After dealing with the Undead Overlord, Luo Xi felt that it would be a good idea to have a hobby of recording and collecting.

"Are you happy seeing me embarrassed and besieged by these smelly and tough guys?" Guilliman stared at Roche, and the latter saw the anger and a little bit of...helplessness of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds?

"Regarding that beacon, I think we need some more professional people to explain it."

"Please welcome my mortal advisor, Mr. Luo Xi."

Seeing that Roche had no empathy at all, Guilliman simply gave up and called Roche, who was staying behind, to come up.

Roche, who was fiddling with the machine, was stunned. Following the Primarch's gaze, all the Astartes and Rogue Merchants focused their attention on him.

Well, a mortal who came in at some unknown time.

Seeing this, Roche could no longer play the role of a spectator, although he was indeed very happy to see Guilliman being troubled by these legion soldiers with different temperaments.

There was no difference between the projection and entity created by the power of Pharos. Roche passed directly through the columns, even through the chest of the Space Marines blocking the way, and came to Guilliman.

The suspicious look of the Space Wolves' Faffnir Blood Alliance was finally confirmed. Among the Astartes present, only the soldiers of the Sixth Legion with an absurdly sensitive sense of smell noticed the abnormality from the beginning.

Although the projection of Fallows has almost 100% simulation effect in vision, hearing, and even touch, the only thing missing is smell.

"Everyone, it's a pleasure to see you here." Luo Xi did not show any shyness, but greeted everyone generously.

Watching is fun, but since Guilliman is really in trouble, he still has to come and help.

"You were all guided to Macragge by the illuminated warp beacon. I believe you have all experienced this."

Everyone nodded. It was thanks to that flash of light that they were able to escape from the storm of destruction.

"This is a lost technology called the Pharos. We currently have no way to fully utilize it. Being able to light up Macragge and create a beacon in the warp is already the current limit."

Roche did not explain the true origin of Faros. If he told them that this was a kind of blasphemous alien technology, some of the competitive Space Marines might continue to dig deeper.

"As Guilliman said, Macragge is currently the only foundation that the Eastern Galaxy can rely on. There is no light on the road to Terra, and there is nothing that Pharos can do about it for the time being."

"But I promise that if you give me some more time, we will definitely find a way to break through the shackles of the Ruinstorm and open up the subspace channel to the Solar Region."

Although the people present were not sure about Roche's background, seeing that Guilliman fully supported him, they still maintained a trusting attitude with some doubts.

If he failed to do so, it would damage the dignity and face of the Primarch.

Alexis Polux looked as if he had more to say, but he controlled his temper, looked Guilliman in the eyes, and nodded.

"The Imperial Fists are willing to serve you, sir. My colleagues and I have our own experience and expertise in strengthening defenses. The defenses of the Five Hundred Worlds must be impregnable."

The surrender of the Imperial Fist warriors symbolizes that Guilliman has achieved the goal of this meeting. These legion warriors will be used by him, and they will unite around the Ultramarines and fight for a common goal.

Chapter 139 The Emperor's Executioner

Guilliman decreed that all Loyalists coming to Macragge would be provided with the same supplies and support as the Ultramarines.

No favoritism, no discrimination, only equal treatment.

Even a legion like the Salamanders, which only had a few Astartes left, could receive the same treatment as everyone else in the Five Hundred Worlds.

Roche was also amazed at Guilliman's political skills. This guy was not only a Primarch, but also a very pure political creature.

He doesn't care at all about his dignity and face being offended, and even a White Scars warrior can question him in front of him.

He brought the legionnaires who came to Macragge for various reasons to his own front line and gave them various preferential treatments almost without asking for anything in return.

Friends became more numerous and enemies became fewer, and all kinds of demands and contradictions of everyone were integrated into one: to oppose the rebellion started by Horus.

Luo Xi thought that he was far inferior to him in this aspect. If he were asked to deal with these troublemakers with completely different demands, the conflicts might escalate immediately.

It is for this reason that he feels that the Primarchs created by the Emperor are all natural leaders, but more than half of them have grown up completely distorted due to lack of education and care.

Guilliman met with everyone in the hall one by one, including representatives of Space Marines from various legions and heads of various Rogue Traders.

The Lord of Macragge can converse with everyone, and his brain, which is more powerful than a supercomputer, can even remember the family trade of each Rogue Trader and the war honor of each Space Marine.

After a pleasant conversation, several hours had passed and people began to leave the reception hall through the front door one after another.

When most people had left, there were still a few Space Wolves left in the hall.

They crouched on the ground, each wearing power armor covered with the skins or bones of various ferocious beasts.

The Space Wolves all took off their helmets and replaced them with leather hoods similar to those of the Fenris Hunters.

Roche saw that these Astartes were either wearing some kind of masks to intimidate the enemies, or had painted various patterns and lines on their faces with oil paint or blood.

"Son of the Wolf King, do you have any other requests?"

Guilliman asked as he looked at the sons of Leman Russ.

He knew the leading Space Wolf, the Blood of Faffnir, who was the captain of this Space Wolf hunting pack.

"No, sir, your hospitality has satisfied everyone and we feel at home."

Faffnir was wearing a large fur cloak that looked like the skin of some kind of Fenrisian bear, and Guilliman smelled a strong, fishy odor.

"You wish us to leave? Your magnificent halls are not welcoming to us, Lord Guilliman?" a Space Wolf shouted from behind.

"Shut your stinky mouth, Herrick!" Faffnar immediately turned around and yelled. As the leader of this hunting pack, he was more civilized than his wild wolf brothers.

"Forgive him sir, this boy is a complete wolf."

Guilliman showed a hearty smile that was somewhat similar to the wild wolves. He always managed to deal with others in the most appropriate way.

"You are the proud sons of Russ. I welcome you unconditionally. But Faffnar Blood Alliance, I have read your logs. You are different from other legionnaires who came to Macragge to escape the storm. Macragge has always been your destination."

"We traveled through the storm to get here," said Herrick, who was scolded by Faffnal.

"Yes, to perform a duty and mission." added the wolf brother Busoren.

Faffnar turned around and growled like a real wolf, "Shut up! No one thinks you are dumb!"

The two wild wolves immediately closed their mouths, but they were still growling softly in their throats.

Roche felt that it was a good decision to come to Macragge today. First, he saw Guilliman being defeated, and then he saw these funny Space Wolves bickering with each other.

In a corner of the room, the recording continued.

Rather than calling it a Space Wolf, it would be more appropriate to call it a Space Husky.

He thought of the creatures called Erha on ancient Terra, but they seemed to have become extinct long ago, and he didn't know if there were any backup copies in the museum in Trazyn.

The Alpha Wolf finally maintained his dignity in front of the Lord of the Limits, and the two Space Wolves finally calmed down after each of them was hit by a powerful skull-splitting fist.

Guilliman smiled but said nothing. These lively Space Wolves were more to his liking.

The Ultramarines themselves are a legion that places particular emphasis on rules and discipline, and the activeness of the Space Wolves is exactly what the Sons of Guilliman lack.

"So what is the purpose of your trip and what are your responsibilities? Faffnir."

The leader wolf straightened his clothes and finally showed a serious expression.

"Our duties remain the same, my lord. The Space Wolves are different from other legions. We must do what other brothers are unwilling to do as long as it is necessary."

Guilliman nodded, of course he knew what the Space Wolves' duties were.

As one of the three-leaf clover legions, the Space Wolves, Salamanders, and Alphas all have their own unique missions.

The Space Wolves' unique mission is to be the Emperor's executioners.

The Sixth Legion is a military police unit directly under the Emperor, and they punish those who make mistakes on behalf of the Emperor's will.

"Your reputation is well known to everyone, but I think that although it is somewhat unfair, it is indeed you who have taken on this responsibility."

Faffnir was grateful for Guilliman's size, but that did not stop him from saying the following.

He groped in his bosom and pulled out a parchment document.

"Do you want me to read it or do you want to read it yourself?" The wolf handed over the parchment document.

"Speak to me in your tongue, Wolf," said Guilliman.

Faffnar made a grinding noise. He insisted, "At least take a look at it. Take a look at the seal from the Wolf King Leman Russ and the seal of the Chancellor Malcador. It has the highest legal force in the Empire. Its power comes from the Chancellor."

Guilliman simply glanced at them, then confirmed that they were all real.

Although Luo Xi didn't know what the document said, when it was taken out, he felt that the attitude of these Space Wolves began to change.

When a group of smiling guys start to look serious, it proves that this matter is extremely important.

He was a little surprised that these wild wolves seemed to be doing something unusual.

"Have you heard what happened in Prospero, and the fate of the Thousand Sons?" Faffnir asked.

Not only Guilliman, but Roche had also heard something about this.

That was several years ago. The Galaxy is so vast that it took too long for the news to reach the Five Hundred Worlds.

The Burning of Prospero.

"The Space Wolves went to punish the Thousand Sons, did they? And then Magnus betrayed the Imperium. I already know that."

Guilliman said that some of the intelligence he received contained more details.

Magnus chose to sit and wait for death in the face of the Emperor's Punisher. It seemed that his red-skinned brother had done something extraordinary, which aroused the Emperor's wrath.

The orders the Space Wolves received were tampered with by the Warmaster, and after a fierce battle, the Burning of Prospero ended with the Thousand Sons joining the rebellion and the Space Wolves evacuating.

"Yes, we destroyed the home planet of a brother legion. We are the sons of the executioner, and our notorious reputation is not unjustly accused by others."

"But some things have to be done by someone. This is a necessary evil. If someone has to be the bad guy, the wolf is that role."

Faffnar's reaction was somewhat complicated. The Aldmeri began to reflect after the war. He had a vague feeling that his legion was being used by the enemy to force the Thousand Sons to rebel.

But this is the duty of the Space Wolves, and there is no room for regret even if it is done wrong.