Guilliman at a Turning Point in History (12)

The Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, the orbital space around Macragge, its capital planet, had already been tightly besieged by a combined fleet from Chaos.

Countless searing laser beams and terrifyingly powerful lances continuously fired outward from the weapon arrays of Macragge's Guard Fleet, while numerous low-orbit defense platforms, their void shields flickering on and off, repeatedly withstood the terrifying torpedoes and brilliant lances of the Chaos Fleet.

At that very moment, the Strike Cruiser carrying all of you and several escort vessels had just emerged from a Warp jump point. Before their kaleidoscopic Gellar Fields could even be deactivated, the weapon arrays of the Chaos Fleet swiftly detected them.

At the same time, you stood on the bridge in freshly refurbished Vibranium Power Armor and clearly heard the Strike Cruiser's naval captain issue the order without hesitation: activate the void shields and force a breakthrough through the Chaos Fleet's blockade.

You turned and gave the people around you a slight nod.

All of you hurried toward the large number of aircraft on the ship's middle decks.

By the time the Strike Cruiser's enormous metal hull began to hum and shudder continuously, its void shields already bearing a massive barrage of incoming fire.

The Strike Cruiser, having pushed its speed to the limit, raced madly toward Macragge under the desperate cover of one escort vessel after another.

Perhaps Macragge's Guard Fleet had received word from the Strike Cruiser about the presence of you, a Lost Primarch. In any case, it began launching an incomparably fierce counterattack against the omnipresent Chaos Fleet with firepower far denser than before.

Not long afterward, having lost several escort vessels, the Strike Cruiser successfully reached Macragge's low orbit under the Guard Fleet's escort.

You, who had long been waiting inside the aircraft, also swiftly began