Guilliman's Pilgrimage to Terra

After a few days of rest, Pierce and Harry were notified that they needed to go to the quartermaster to collect their equipment.

They were completely bewildered, but they still followed orders and found the quartermaster.

After the quartermaster checked the list and confirmed that everything was correct, he ordered his men to bring out their equipment.

"Is this for us??"

Pierce stared at the Exoskeleton Armor in front of him, somewhat incredulous.

The Exoskeleton Armor is equipped with Shoulder Cannon featuring an automatic target acquisition module.

There are also life support systems that can survive in a variety of harsh environments, as well as medical devices for use in emergencies.

Such sophisticated equipment should not be available to low-ranking soldiers like them.

Normally, they would only receive a set of Flak Armor and a Lasgun jokingly referred to as a 'flashlight'.

"Yes, this is standard equipment; every soldier has it."

The quartermaster waved his hand impatiently.

"Now it belongs to you, and all you have to do is wear it and throw your lives into the battlefield."

"Also, here is your salary. Due to current financial difficulties, we can only pay you two months' worth of Sky Eagle Coins. The rest will be given to you in exchange vouchers. As for the salary you haven't received before, it will be paid later."

The quartermaster's rude attitude did not frighten Pierce; on the contrary, it excited him.

"With this thing, killing those traitors will be as easy as killing rats."

Pierce lovingly stroked the Exoskeleton Armor assigned to him.

His eyes looked like those of a pervert eyeing a beautiful and sexy young woman, drooling with desire.

Living Saint is Living Saint, and he is different from those corrupt bureaucrats.

They provided good equipment and paid the full wages.

Finally, someone has arrived who not only talks about risks and faith but is also willing to offer benefits.

"No matter what, I'm entrusting my life to the Living Saint. Wherever he says to go, I'll go. Whoever he says to point the gun at, I'll point it at."

Pierce abandoned his usual slick, veteran-like demeanor and spoke in a serious and earnest tone.

Harry looked at the Sky Eagle Coins and vouchers in his hand and nodded in agreement.

If those stupid bureaucrats' orders conflict with the Living Saint's...

They would absolutely ignore what those stupid bureaucrats were saying.

Then steadfastly carry out the Living Saint's command.

The Planet Automata is still producing large quantities of military supplies.

A steady stream of cargo ships delivered finished products into low Earth orbit, where they were then loaded onto larger cargo ships and transported to the front lines.

In addition to conventional weapons and ammunition, the supplies sent to the front lines also included a batch of newly developed Hound-class Automata.

This is a brand-new Castellax-class Battle-automata created by Priest Hina using her accumulated knowledge and the factories she controls.

It is inexpensive, cost-effective, uses Wetware control core, and has a receiver port, making it controllable by the Adeptus Ministorum.

They were created solely for cannon fodder.

Batch after batch of Hound-class Automata stepped into the transport ship's warehouse.

Then shut down the system, put it into hibernation, and wait to be woken up after reaching the front line.

Dora Workshop's track factory has ten one-kilometer-long escort ships docked at the port.

After the successful trial voyage of the Nature Selection, Dora immediately ordered mass production.

These ten frigates are the result of this period of time.

The Planet Automata itself possesses a well-developed shipbuilding industry.

After players optimized the production chain, increased the Cogitators, and improved the proportion of automatic production, production efficiency was greatly improved.

According to calculations by players like Dora, production capacity can continue to surge; all that's needed is to build more Void Factory and optimize the supply chain.

They could build warships continuously, overwhelming any enemy with sheer numbers.

Magos Casca was in charge of inspecting the warships.

Gear markings were etched into various areas to bless the machine.

Once everything is confirmed to be in order, these warships will be delivered to the Imperial Navy.

Of course, Dora Workshop doesn't just accept orders from the military; it also accepts orders from gamers, and it will make special modifications to add more automated equipment.

It allows players to control the game without requiring a large number of people.

The Imperium's warships are high-performing, sturdy, fast, and not easily invaded by demons, but they are expensive.

For players with limited budgets, purchasing the warship from Dora Workshop offers better value for money.

For them, all they need is for the spaceship to be able to fly, fire its cannons, and have a shield.

As for the rest, they are not important.

Macragge

A magnificent fleet has assembled here.

Guilliman has decided to embark on his journey to Terra.

He selected a group of elite combat monks from among the Ultramarines to accompany him to Terra, including Sicarius, who had many legendary achievements.

The Grey Knights' Grand Master, Voldus, also joined with the Third Brotherhood.

In addition, various Ultramarines squads, including Emperor's Champion Amalrich, Living Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Greyfax, and Archmagos Dominus Cawl, all requested to join the Expeditionary Force.

Meanwhile, the remaining Ynnari announced their departure to join Eldrad Ulthran, the Avatar of Ynnead Yncarne, and other Aeldari high-ranking members.

Although Cadia Fortress has fallen, many worlds still retain intact Blackstone Pylons.

The Ynnari will travel to these planets to ensure the safety of those devices.

After a brief and polite attempt to persuade him to stay, Guilliman bid farewell to Yvraine, the messenger of Ynnead.

"I wish you a safe journey and a successful start, and that you will teach our common enemy a lesson."

"May your martial arts prosper, Roboute Guilliman." Yvraine bowed. "One day, our destinies will meet again—but before that, please don't die."

"The Regent's wife is leaving already? She's newly married, why didn't she stay a few more days?!" The Bald Monk looked regretful.

One ID (Pighead Strong), a veteran player who was among the second batch to enter the game, chuckled.

"We've been married for so long, the novelty has worn off, so we definitely have to leave for a while. When we reunite, absence makes the heart grow fonder again."

Stinky Can shook his head, disagreeing with Pighead Strong's words.

"I think Guilliman has to go see the Emperor and can't take Yvraine home, so they have to separate for the time being."

The Bald Monk chuckled.

"Now that you mention it, I suddenly thought of a melodramatic story about an Emperor family that could easily fill at least fifty episodes."

The other players all looked at the Bald Monk, urging him to continue.

The Bald Monk also became interested and began to describe it vividly.

"Years later, the Emperor awoke and learned of Guilliman and Yvraine's affair. He was furious and ordered the Adeptus Custodes to bring Yvraine to him."

Upon seeing the other party, the Emperor viciously threw a handful of land deeds at Yvraine and said, "Woman, these are five hundred planets. Leave my son."

Yvraine shook her head. "No, we truly love each other, and I would never leave him for these reasons."

At that moment, Guilliman arrived, grabbed Yvraine's hand, pulled her behind him, and stared at his father—the great Master of Mankind —with fury in his eyes.

Guilliman cried out, "Father, Yvraine is different from the other Aeldari! We truly love each other! You can't be so cruel as to tear us apart!"

The Emperor angrily said, "If you're with this Xenos, don't ever call me your father again!"

A few days later, the Emperor found the letter left by Guilliman.

For love, he had already abandoned his identity as the thirteenth prince and eloped with Yvraine.

Just as the Emperor was grieving, Slaanesh embraced Emperor from behind.

"Brother, don't be sad. I'm still by your side. I will never leave you."

The Emperor felt a sense of relief and was about to offer some tenderness...

But then they heard footsteps nearby; the Primarch, Erda, had arrived at some point.

She was shocked and furious to see Slaanesh embracing the Emperor, and shouted, "You said you'd only love me, you said it! But you lied to me, and after I gave birth, you found someone else!"

After cursing, he rushed up and started fighting with Slaanesh.

The Bald Monk's words were so vivid that the other players stared wide-eyed.

Forehead!!

This plot is really melodramatic.

But for some reason, I'm curious about what happens next?

"No books, smash the shop, understand?" Pighead Strong glanced at the Bald Monk.

Stinky Can shook his head. "Bald Monk, if the Emperor were to wake up, you'd be sitting at the same table as Abaddon. Such heresy is simply unforgivable."

"..."

Guilliman glanced at the playful God Chosen.

Judging from the way these guys are laughing so hard they're practically falling over, you can tell they're probably all rascals again.

Of course, after spending this time with them, he had become immune to these guys.

If one day they don't act crazy,

That would be a big problem.

A few days after announcing the Pilgrimage Crusade expedition, Guilliman set sail with a massive Imperial Fleet.

Countless engines roared to life, soaring through the Void of space and heading towards humanity's home planet.

The Warp erupted in chaos, and the gods roared.

The storms in the Immaterium were exceptionally fierce.

The pilgrimage fleet's voyage was exceptionally difficult, and every jump resulted in reports of disappearances.

The Pilgrimage Crusade expedition faced unprecedented challenges.

But they remained steadfast and fearless, marching towards Terra against the storm.

On the other side of the Milky Way,

After the Battle of Fenris, Magnus used a ritual triggered by the death of a billion souls.

They successfully transferred Sorcerer's World from the Eye of Terror to the star system where Prospero once lived.

In addition, more than a dozen unformed demon planets were also brought back to the Realspace and orbited around Sorcerer's World.

These planets are riddled with corruption factories, either gifts from the Dark Mechanicus or stolen from the incinerated Forge World via the Warp.

They produced wave after wave of siege Daemon Engine, spewing black smoke into the aurora-shimmering atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in the City of Light of Tizca, the Daemon Primarch Magnus is keeping a close eye on Guilliman.

He grinned when he learned that the other party had set sail.

The foolish and arrogant Guilliman will become his plaything.

On the other side,

A world was destroyed; Khorne's demonic army slaughtered all living things.

Crimson blood flowed through the once-bustling city.

The roars of a tormented and desperate soul transformed into the whistling wind in the air.

Angron's original plan was to go and destroy the Pharos Beacon.

That radiance fueled his anger, making it unbearable.

But the will of the Blood God forced him to turn away.

The master of the Brass Citadel needs more bloodshed in the Realspace, more war and slaughter.

Guilliman is the best target.

Angron obeyed the will of the Blood God, and he led his fleet to pursue the pilgrimage group, planning to launch a massacre.

Somewhere in Warp,

Through the whispers of the demons around him, Fulgrim also learned that Guilliman was heading to Terra.

He let out a strange laugh, then stuck out his tongue and licked the sharp blade, making a vow in a cold tone.

"Guilliman, pay the price for humiliating me. You will never reach the side of our foolish father."

Sorry, I'll just have to keep adding more. I feel like I can't seem to shake my procrastination habit.