Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

With the eloquence inherited from Macragge, Guilliman struggled to convince the Inquisitor lady that he was Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and not Angron, the Primarch of Khorne.

Guilliman scolded me and asked, "Do I look like a reckless man who can do nothing but kill people?"

The naval commander of the Beta-Garmon Starfield said that you do look like a reckless man who can do nothing but kill people.

Guilliman was deeply hurt, and considered this to be one of the worst insults he had suffered since his ambush on Fulgrim during the Great Purge ten thousand years ago.

At that time, not long after the Codex Astartes was promulgated, the Ultramarines Legion of hundreds of thousands had just been split into several standard thousand-man battle groups. Guilliman mobilized several sub-groups of the Ultramarines to act together. To ambush the Emperor's Children and Fulgrim.

Fulgrim said to Guilliman at the time: "The only function of your holy book is to make the Astartes who are now dead here colorful, instead of all being monotonous blue."

The reason why Guilliman hit him on the head was largely because Fulgrim's scolding was so unpleasant.

Now Beta-Garmon's defenders compare him to Angron, and his bad nature is obviously 10 times or even 9 times worse than Fulgrim's curse back then.

However, after the twists and turns, Guilliman's Northern Expedition Fleet finally succeeded in getting in touch with Terra and learned about the current situation in the Sun Star Territory.

First of all, the reason why Terra has not fallen yet is entirely because the greenskins ignored Terra.

The focus of the green-skinned orcs from the beginning was not Terra, but Armageddon, located on the northeastern edge of the Sun Sector.

Orcs from all over the galaxy followed the call of Brother Go and Brother Mao, just like listening to the war songs returning from afar. Orc clans, tribes, and empires gathered together in the Sun Star Territory, and powerful warboss participated in the grand event. , a violent civil war broke out almost as soon as they met, competing with each other for ownership of the Armageddon galaxy.

The star fields around the solar system, represented by the Beta-Garmon star field, are far away from Armageddon and have strong enough armed forces to protect them, so they have not been formally attacked by several of the largest orc clans. Therefore, although Terra has been besieged by massive greenskins, it has not yet fallen.

In short, the greenskins have been busy with themselves, waaagh!!! themselves. Fighting for the ownership of Armageddon is their most important thing, and they have no time to deal with humans.

"Where exactly is Armageddon? Why do the orcs value this planet so much?" Guilliman was puzzled and became deeply curious about this planet that affected the movements of greenskins throughout the galaxy.

When Guilliman muttered this question to himself, in the trench, a high-level technical sage who was directing his apprentices to repair the engine of the paralyzed Thunderhawk gunship shuddered and was briefly stunned. .

But in an instant, the mechanical sage recovered from his daze, pushed the apprentice aside, and hurriedly deigned to repair the engine of the Thunderhawk gunship himself.

"Huh?" Guilliman frowned, noticing the abnormality of this technical sage.

This technical sage is not a garrison member of the Northern Expedition Fleet, but a local guard of Beta-Garmon. He is responsible for repairing and maintaining Titans for the Titan Legion, and acting as a medium of communication with Mars.

Apparently, Firestar might know something about why the orcs value Armageddon so much.

Putting aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, Guilliman first made contact with the current High Lord of Terra through the channels of Beta-Garmon's navy. As a gateway into the solar system, Guilliman guarded Beta-Garmon's military power. It has always been directly controlled by the Terran Council.

Guilliman knew that ten thousand years was too long for the humans of the Human Empire to forget the appearance of the Emperor and the Primarch. Now that he suddenly returned, the impact on the Council of Terra would be unprecedentedly huge.

Therefore, he did not rush to send the fleet into the solar system, but stayed in the Beta-Garmon star field for the time being. Guilliman gave the Terran Council enough time to react and discuss, and waited with peace of mind for the high lords. Willing to welcome myself into Terra.

But unexpectedly, what the Primarch patiently waited for was not a courtesy from the high lord, but a letter of accusation, which listed the Primarch's crimes.

The book states:

"Terra sent a special messenger fleet to Ultramar nearly half a century ago to request the assistance of the Ultramarines. However, Ultramar relied on its own troops and refused to send reinforcements, abandoning Terra. He ignored his own safety and watched the Sun Star Territory being besieged by the hateful greenskins for decades before slowly sending troops to check on the life and death of the Throne World. His intentions were sinister and his thoughts were deep, and he was truly a typical example of rebellion. …”

"The so-called 'Northern Expedition Fleet' of the original body even absorbed the remnants of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet and the 13th Expeditionary Fleet. There is intelligence that all 13 expeditionary fleets were formed by falsely conveying the emperor's will and ceding territory to the federal puppet regime. The false sanctuaries that seek peace are undoubtedly rebels."

"If the original body wants to prove its loyalty to Terra and the Golden Throne, it must first eliminate all the traitors and rebels in the 1st and 13th Expeditionary Fleets of the Northern Expedition..."

Guilliman's eyes glanced at the lower right corner of the petition, which was signed by the names of nine people.

This is an authoritative document jointly signed by 9 of the 12 high lords of Terra. The three who did not sign are: Marshal of the Imperial Palace, Grand Master of the Assassin Court, and Head of the Imperial Merchant Marine.

Just as Guilliman was thinking about how to respond to this petition jointly sent by nine high lords, in the space fleet, in the cabin of the Valkyrie, the flagship of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet, the 'Steel Soul' , a beautiful woman wearing a white gauze, her eyes covered by white cloth strips filled with holy words, walked out of the cabin barefoot.

Under the escort of the Imperial Guard Bramimund, the prophetess Alexei left the Soul of Burning Steel and quietly came to a mechanical ark of the Mechanicum. This was the holy great sage Belisarius Caul. His private ship has followed the Northern Expedition Fleet into the solar system.

The two of them encountered no obstruction during the process of entering the Mechanical Ark, as if the machine soul of this battleship was welcoming the arrival of the prophetess. She walked into the deepest part of the ark with bare feet and gently knocked on the door of the great sage's workshop.

Da da da-

The crisp sound fell, and the door of the workshop opened automatically. Alexey and Bramimond walked in without saying a word, and Belisarius Caul was in the room.

"Dear Great Sage, how are you doing with the things I entrusted you with before?" Alexei asked softly.

In the darkness, there was the sound of parts colliding, and a robotic arm was crawling between circuits and gears, looking for the light switch. Kaul himself does not need a light source for lighting, but when guests come, he still has to turn on the lights.

In the darkness, Kaul said: "I don't know what chips you used to exchange the STC of the 'Portable Singularity Reactor' from the Order of Truth, but there is no doubt that this new technology has improved this 'Armor of Destiny' for me. The work played a vital role.”

"It would be great to be able to help you." Alexei said with a smile.

She handed over the STC of the Singularity Reactor to Kaul without asking for any reward, she was simply helping him with his work. However, the prophetess still made some personal 'small requests' for the final improved version of the Armor of Destiny.

"Ah, I found it." Kaul's robotic arm finally found the light switch. With a click, the dark workshop lit up.

As the light source turned on, a set of golden armor tailored to Guilliman's figure was displayed in front of Alexei and Bramimund. It was like a tall sculpture made of gold, eye-catching.

"To be honest, I'm actually a little confused. Why do you have to paint the Armor of Destiny gold?" Kaul asked doubtfully: "Golden armor is not very suitable for the Lord of the Ultramarines."

The prophetess smiled softly: "It will be suitable soon."