The Milky Way Grand Stage, Come If You Dare

The Ultramar 500 Worlds do not refer to 500 planets, but rather 500 core worlds.

Similarly, the Serenity 50 Worlds does not refer to fifty planets. Atlas's sphere of influence covers the entire star sector, extending from Prospero in the north to Chemos in the south, with Chagoris forming a distinct region.

This area is vast, and it is precisely because of this enormous territory that Mordred was able to operate at full capacity during the Great Crusade, taking on the responsibility of supplying all the legions with military provisions and logistics.

Even so, no one would say that Atlas Ambition; on the contrary, they would say that Guilliman Ambition. The reason is that the Ultramar 500 Worlds are so large that they would be considered a state within a state even within the Empire.

To use the simplest data comparison, the area under the jurisdiction of the Ultramar 500 Worlds is about half the size of the T'au Star Sector.

Of all Mordred's countermeasures, the Ultramarines are second only to the Emperor's madness. This isn't because he has a grudge against Guilliman, but because if Ultramar were to launch a rebellion, the Ultramarines truly have the potential to conquer the entire Empire.

It wasn't because Guilliman harbored rebellious intentions, but because he genuinely possessed the power to do so, that he was labeled as Ambition.

But Guilliman didn't rebel; instead, he became a staunch Fealty when everyone thought Guilliman would betray them.

When other Primarchs returned to the Empire, they were initially given blood, with the Empire providing money, food, and manpower to support their Legions. Only Dorn and Guilliman were different.

Dorn brought its own provisions, and even the Emperor coveted the Mountain Array. When Guilliman returned, he even negotiated with the Emperor to join the Empire, and the Emperor agreed.

I'm not afraid of my brothers suffering, I'm afraid of my brothers driving Land Rovers. We all come from humble backgrounds, but you, Guilliman, are special. That's why the reputation of Ultramarines is so bad after the first impression was formed. The root cause is because of your sour grapes.

These are all historical issues, but things are different now. With the unfolding of the Great Rift, the Imperium Nihilus has fallen into complete chaos, and the remaining half of the empire is fighting amongst themselves. The Ultramar 500 Worlds have become the Empire's most important source of tax revenue.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. Mordred has stats, and the other Primarchs are all formidable in their own way, but they can't be created out of thin air!

Warfare hinges on logistics, and the logistics system requires resource transportation. Serenity 50 Worlds is the Empire's factory, while Ultramar is the source of resources and talent.

In Minecraft, you used to chop down trees first, but now that the trees are gone, what good is just chopping them down?

That's why Nurgle was the most insidious fat man; he seized the perfect moment, making people as restless and uneasy as hemorrhoids.

"Damn it, this isn't just ordinary Chaos anymore. Wenbai's incompetence has brought shame and disgrace to the country. It seems it's time for me to step in."

"Get him!"

"Dry!"

Nobody feels good without a wallet. The more they mocked Guilliman, the more they now regret losing their own.

At this moment, the five Primarchs were of one mind and purpose, and the Terra officials were even more united. In just three days, they assembled five massive fleets, exhausting tens of thousands of lower-ranking officials to death.

Going all in is a kind of wisdom. Forget about farming and management, and forget all that talk about biding your time and building up your strength. Unyielding Indomitable Expedition, I command you - start!

This moment is just like that moment before. All the Primarchs used to say behind the scenes that the Emperor was too greedy and warlike, but when it came to their turn to fight, they were all more insane than the last.

With 150,000 Ultramarines, 23,000 Dark Angels, 14,000 Atlas, 4,000 Soul Drinkers, 6,200 Word Bearers, and 230,000 Greyshields, they went all in, unleashing nearly 430,000 Space Marine like a mad dog.

Countless Astra Militarum were mobilized at breakneck speed, 13,243 cargo ships of various kinds were forcibly requisitioned, and the number of warships of all sizes has exceeded ten thousand and continues to grow.

Unstoppable and irreversible, the five Primarchs jointly issued a wide-area mobilization order across all frequencies, calling on everyone to take up arms to defend the Empire: "Does this look familiar? This scene is playing out all over the galaxy right now!"

You could be next.

Unless you can make the most important decision of your life and prove to everyone that you have the strength and courage to pursue glory.

Join the Astra Militarum!

Become an elite member of the Imperium of Man!

May the Emperor's glory extend to the entire galaxy.

For the Holy Terra!!!!

Waaaagh!!!

As this mobilization order was issued, more and more people around the world responded and joined this grandest expedition since the Great Crusade began.

The Empire's major moves couldn't be kept secret from anyone, or rather, the Primarch never intended to hide them. For a full 10,000 years, the Empire had been a complete failure, but now that they were back, they had to fire the first shot and let all the villains know who this galactic overlord really was.

As more and more human fleets head towards Alteramars, various Xenos forces also step onto the stage to compete.

The Aeldari were the first to move out. The Dark Eldar took advantage of the chaos, wanting to plunder the Imperial World. The Ark Eldar, knowing from a prophecy that a disaster was about to strike, chose to strike first and launched a surprise attack on Macragge by opening the Webway Gate.

The scattered Leviathan Hive Fleet regrouped and merged into the second Tyran tentacle, Behemoth, heading towards Ultramar under the guidance of the Hive Mind.

The Ork Empire Orctavius, which had been raising its insects for 20 years, also advanced with the Hive Fleet, launching what they called the Waaaagh Expedition.

As the Swarm and Orks fought their way through the conflict, some ancient races that should have been dormant were also awakened.

The newly resurrected Necron was completely bewildered, then saw a group of green Orks dancing on their graves with large iron plates, and a group of elusive Aeldari sprouts.

More and more Necron Dynasty are awakened. Sixty-five million years of slumber have turned them into senile beings. Then they see the Orks Aeldari, the Necron, and the Adeptus Mechanicus take advantage of the chaos to dig up graves and graves suddenly intruding into their Tomb World.

We're back! Everything's back! The War in Heaven has begun!

The already chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic with the arrival of the Necron. The elusive Deathmark targeted each enemy individually, and colossal Necrons structures, almost magical in their own right, appeared frequently.

This prompted other forces to escalate their efforts. You have your Necrons Colossus, I have my Battle Moon. The Tyran Mothership, comparable to an asteroid, charged forward relentlessly, which then led to the Ultramarines' Exterminatus to Carpet Bombing.

Even the Adeptus Mechanicus, driven by lust, has begun a full-scale mobilization. What Necron? They're clearly the lost legacy of our Mars Golden Age.

All sorts of hidden Dark Technology were brought out by this group of Mechanicus, even if they had no idea how to use them or couldn't even read the manuals. But that didn't stop Mechanicus from throwing these gadgets around like stones.

The phrase "Let the Milky Way Burning Fiercely" is not just empty talk, but a realistic depiction.

They even pulled out a space annihilation generator, an experimental wormhole engine, a black box containing the Swarm of nanobots, and even a hyperspace multidimensional destroyer with a 120% hit rate.

Humanity's history of colonizing the galaxy is only tens of thousands of years, yet it was able to rival the Aeldari Empire during the Human Federation era, thanks to its astonishing wisdom.

The Human Federation plays with time reversal, the Aeldari Empire plays with magical prophecy; I predicted your prediction, and you reset mine.

Unfortunately, the current Adeptus Mechanicus is not the Human Federation; they can't even understand the instruction manual. But while the Mechanicus can't understand it, the Necron on the other side can.

If they hadn't long since lost their flesh and blood, these veteran Necron would have shuddered, secretly lamenting the rudeness of the new generation of local gangs. Aren't they afraid of getting themselves killed?

The answer is, "Sorry, we are barbarians, we don't understand!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus and Necron in the Void, the Tyranid devoured the Ultramar 500 Worlds, the Aeldari acted as disruptors, the Ultramarines endured extreme pressure, and the Orks were the happiest, fighting whatever they encountered, either getting killed or killing the other.

A massive upheaval that began in the Far East region of the Extreme Sector spread rapidly and became uncontrollable, expanding from the initial Macragge to the entire Ultramar 500 Worlds, and eventually reaching the edge of the Great Rift.

Not all races wanted to participate in this chaotic melee; some were dragged in, but some smaller Xenos races didn't even make a ripple before being easily crushed by the major villains.

The most unfortunate of them all Tau.

The Tau were really unlucky; they were just sitting at home when disaster struck. They had no intention of fighting or taking advantage of the chaos.

However, the T'au Empire's unfortunate situation lies in its unique location, situated precisely between the Ultramar 500 Worlds and the Great Rift.

In order to defend their homeland, Caldor, already plagued by the plague, will certainly do everything in its power to push the war away from Macragge.

So sorry, they're all Xenos anyway, whether we fight one or two, it's all the same. As long as we lure the Tyranid to the T'au Empire, the Orks will follow, and if the Orks go to Necron will follow.

This plan is brilliant, brilliant precisely because it hits right into Chaos's hands.

As more and more forces join this massive free-for-all competition, the extreme emotional power they generate creates a soul tide in the Warp, and the prize pool is still accumulating!

Unbeknownst to the various races locked in fierce combat, as the Great Rift unfolded, the Physical World was no longer as stable as before.

In the past, even Emperor struggled to create a Living Saint, but now Emperor can simply act as cesspools, throwing excrement everywhere. And Yellow Skins can do, the Four Merchants can also do.

Blood rained down from the sky, a plague began to spread, and more and more mortal races began to attack their right brain with their left brain, and driven by hunger and desire, they started a silver party on the battlefield.

As the chaos intensified, the Chaos Warband, which had been waiting for a long time, finally entered the scene. More and more Daemon magic circles and sacrificial rituals began to appear, and the Daemon moved from behind the scenes to the forefront, indulging in this feast.

Initially, only a few low-level Daemon arrived in the Physical World, such as Bloodletters, dreadlords, Daemonette, and Plaguebearer of Nurgling. The main force consisted of the Chaos Warband and Cultists.

But soon, among these Chaos demon armies emerged Bloodthirsty Demon, Keeper of Secrets, Great Unclean One, Lord of Change, and even the strongest Greater Daemon.

When the Expeditionary Fleet arrived, this was the strange sight they saw: fighting and chaos everywhere. One moment humans were clashing with Xenos, the next they were cooperating with Xenos to fight against Chaos, and there was even a group of Orks who claimed to be the true descendants of humanity.

"Second Brother, no, Guilliman, what do you say we do? Who should we fight?"

"What do you mean, what to do? Attack everyone who isn't human! This is my home! How dare these Dogs and Donkeys do this? Charge with me!"

Waaaagh!!!