I'm Very Angry Right Now

The reconquest of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar is proceeding with extraordinary efficiency.

The Ultramarines Legion, each a force comparable to Homelander, swept across the land, and the pollution of Chaos receded at a visible rate in every world.

It was as if the Chaos Gods of the Warp had suddenly lost interest in this once-coveted land of plenty.

This unusually "smooth" progress.

Robert Guilliman, seated on the command throne of the Macragge's Honour, felt a deep sense of confusion and vigilance.

This is extremely strange. Based on the original situation of the 500 Worlds of Ultramar, he should have been able to use orbital bombardment at least 20 times.

But even now, despite Calgar and Sicarius's desperate efforts to clear the surface, he has only used the Holy Orbital Bombardment five times.

After Guilliman's fleet arrived, the Chaos energy on many planets quickly dissipated, and they returned to the Warp.

This prevented Guilliman from fully unleashing his accumulated ammunition.

It feels like agreeing to meet your girlfriend at a hotel.

I spent a month resting my body specifically for this purpose, and before that night, I ate a lot of pineapple and pork kidneys, and drank only Chinese strong liquor.

You were so well prepared, but when you lifted the covers that night, you found your girlfriend had put on a sanitary napkin!

This is really infuriating.

Guilliman is in this situation now.

Guilliman: I'm furious right now, I need to vent using the Eldar's Webway!!

Black Sun: You better be referring to the real Webway!

Something unusual must be going on; the Four Gods aren't the kind of people who just occupy a position without doing their job.

Their silence often foreshadows a deeper conspiracy.

Just then, a majestic figure in silver-gray crossed the bridge and arrived beside the Primarch.

Grand Master Voldus of the Grey Knights, a warrior born to fight the terrors of the deepest reaches of the Warp, paid impeccable respects to Guilliman.

"Your Highness, the ' Tear Plague ' you warned us about and ordered us to be on high alert... has not appeared."

Voldus ' voice came through the helmet, deep and direct.

"Since the start of the expedition, we have conducted the most rigorous surveillance and Psionic Energy scans on all Imperial Guard, PDFs, and support personnel involved in ground operations."

No syndrome was found that was accompanied by abnormal sadness and caused by microscopic mites bearing the marks of Nurgle.

Guilliman turned his gaze from the star map to the Grey Knights Grand Master.

This result was both unexpected and reasonable.

Even before the expedition began, based on a vague understanding of the Warhammer 40,000 memory fragments...

Guilliman then understood that in the original timeline...

A bizarre "Tear Plague" will spread among the mortal soldiers, severely delaying his progress in retaking Macragge.

At that time, he and his Techmarine spent a great deal of time but could not find the root cause.

Ultimately, with the help of the Grey Knights, the deeply hidden Nurgle creation was finally exposed.

Those tiny parasites that carry the mark of a loving father and incite feelings of despair.

Therefore, this time, Guilliman decided to take the initiative.

He secretly summoned the Grey Knights and spoke frankly (under the guise of "omens" or "Psionic Energy insights").

They were informed of the possible characteristics and dangers of "Tear Plague," and the important task of prevention and research was entrusted to them.

Fighting against Chaos is the sole purpose of the Grey Knights' existence, and Grand Master Voldus accepted the mission almost without hesitation.

Guilliman offered unprecedented support: he ordered that all items in the Macragge Treasury and Archives related to Nurgle, the Plague, and the Chaos Corruption be confiscated.

All materials, samples, and even seized heretical artifacts were made available to the Grey Knights research team.

For three whole months, Voldus commanded over a hundred elite Grey Knights.

Together with the top Magos Biologis and medical experts transferred from elsewhere, they were immersed in a highly guarded laboratory deep within Macragge.

They analyzed the filth, simulated its spread, and even handled dangerous samples with extreme caution, sometimes even experimenting on themselves to study the virus.

All in an effort to find a way to detect and combat "Tear Plague" before the outbreak of the pandemic.

Their research has been very fruitful, developing several broad-spectrum inhibitory serum prototypes targeting the Nurgle Psionic Energy plague.

The protocol for detecting minor corruptions by Psionic Energy has been improved, and the exorcism ritual against the Father's army has been strengthened.

This was unprecedented treatment for the Grey Knights; Terra's politics were truly corrupt.

Especially in the research and development of Chaos, the Grey Knights often lack sufficient resources and energy.

And now, with the full support of Guilliman and all the Ultramarines, including all the planets they have conquered.

The Grey Knights accomplished in just three months what had been a difficult feat for the previous 30 years.

However, the "Tear Plague" they were so prepared for never appeared on the battlefield, like a ghost that had never existed.

"It seems the timeline has indeed shifted."

Guilliman shook his head slightly and said to Voldus, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and deeper contemplation.

"In the 'possible future' I foresee, the ' Tear Plague ' should already be looming over the troops like a dark cloud, a treacherous plot by Nurgle to slow me down."

But now... it has broken its promise.

"This is by no means your mistake, sir."

Voldus ' voice remained as steady as a rock, carrying absolute respect for the Primarch's decision.

"The value of prophecy or insight lies in its warning, which allows us to arm ourselves."

The Chaos Gods Nurgle's 'benevolence' takes countless forms; even without the ' Tear Plague,' he must have other tricks up his sleeve.

These three months of research have been far from in vain; they have greatly enhanced our ability to combat the various plagues and corruptions of the Father's camp.

He paused, his silver helmet slightly turned towards the boundless starry sky outside the porthole. "Besides," he said, "The retreat of Chaos so decisively is itself illogical."

This is more like the calm before the storm; they are gathering strength, or preparing a more insidious trap.

Guilliman nodded; this was exactly what he had in mind.

The Four Chaos Gods are not opponents who will give up easily; their "retreat" often means that the next attack will be even more fierce and cunning.

The fact that Nurgle's "Tear Plague" did not arrive as expected does not mean that the loving father has put away his "gift".

Tzeentch, Khorne, and Slaanesh would never stand idly by and allow a unified and powerful Ultramar to reappear in Guilliman's hands.

"They must be plotting something," Guilliman said in a deep voice, "A much bigger storm."

But we cannot slow down because of concerns about unknown conspiracies.

Only by consolidating our victories more quickly and building an impregnable defense can we remain steadfast in the face of any change.

"The Grey Knights will always be your sword and shield against the demons of the Warp, Your Highness."

Voldus patted his chest in a gesture of respect. "Our research findings and combat readiness are ready to be deployed at your command."