Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Report on the situation in each defense star fortress."

Guilliman sat on the deck of Macragge's Glory, like a steady mountain.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning everything in front of him.

One by one, the chapter masters of the Ultramarines Legion stood solemnly and respectfully on both sides of Guilliman, like loyal guards.

By now, Guilliman had grown accustomed to fighting alongside his gene-children.

Although they still occasionally do things that he finds difficult to understand, he has completely accepted and trusted them.

"My Lord Primarch, we have not received any reports of attacks on the thousands of star fortresses in the defense line, and the reconnaissance troops we sent out have not encountered any Zerg attacks. It's as if the Zerg have pressed the pause button and suddenly stopped attacking us."

The communicator at the side reported to Guilliman in a steady tone, while carefully observing the changes in his expression.

As the communicator spoke, Guilliman's originally relaxed brows gradually frowned, and a look of confusion and vigilance appeared on his face.

"Sir, what are you doing......"

"I would rather hear the report that the Zerg is attacking us at this moment. This is too wrong. The enemy is not a brainless beast, but when they show their wisdom, it means that we may have fallen into their trap..."

Guilliman's brows knitted tightly together, like two deep furrows, revealing his inner anxiety and worry. Then, he suddenly stood up from his seat, his majesty and decisiveness could not be ignored.

Then he strode over to the side of one of the Space Marine Chapter Masters.

"Caesar, I need you to lead your regiment to launch moderate harassment operations and create some trouble for the enemy." Guilliman's low and firm voice sounded.

“I’m glad to share your worries, Master Primarch!” The Chapter Master known as Caesar saluted Guilliman without hesitation, then turned and left the deck.

Guilliman continued to stare at the star map in front of him, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see the enemy's movements through the star map.

A feeling of uneasiness quietly spread in his heart, covering him like a shadow.

"From which direction does the enemy intend to launch the attack? What was the purpose of their previous test? If I were the enemy, how should I plan?" Guilliman kept thinking about these questions, trying to find the answers.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed through his mind, like lightning across the dark night sky.

“What if they don’t choose to engage in a head-on confrontation, but instead look for loopholes in their defenses to launch a sneak attack, or even attack Ultramar directly…” This thought made Guilliman’s heart beat faster, and he realized that this might be the enemy’s true intention.

"The defense system of Ultramar 500 has not yet been established. Our garrison is not enough to deal with the enemy's surprise attack, and our intelligence department has determined that the enemy is evolving."

Just as Guilliman finished speaking, Hill's voice sounded from the side.

"Right, so if I were the enemy, my next step would be to attack Ultramar."

Guilliman said as he nervously walked to the other side of the bridge. He looked out the window at the huge Imperial battleship and then turned his head to look at the chapter commanders around him.

"I will lead the team to defend Ultramar personally. Once Ultramar is lost, it will be meaningless to hold on here."

"But, sir, if the enemy is simply trying to lure you away, what should we do?"

Augustus, the Chapter Master of the 18th Chapter, walked up to Guilliman and asked cautiously after saluting.

Guilliman frowned and thought. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility, but the safety of Ultramar could not be ignored.

"Augustus, I understand your concerns. But we cannot sit idly by, Ultramar needs me to protect it." Guilliman said firmly.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn will take over my command, and with Vader's assistance you will have plenty of time to hold on until I return."

"Understood, my lord."

Augustus nodded, then retreated back to the many Space Marine Chapter Masters.

"Let's move, everyone. For Ultramar!"

"For Ultramar!"

More than 20 chapter masters began to dispatch their respective fleets and Space Marine companies, and then began to deploy them according to Guilliman's pre-planned plan.

And the fact is just as Guilliman expected, Jura is indeed considering attacking Ultramar and has already begun to take action.

"Is this the kind of thing you like to make, Serrick?"

Yura played with the flesh-colored spores in her hand with boredom. She used her psychic power to easily modify the genes in the spores, and then gave birth to a new evolutionary path for them.

"I have attached hundreds of billions of these spores to those human warships. Those humans will feel the true evolution."

Serrick is like a huge worm, with a faint psychic power emanating from its forelimbs. Serrick is like a doctor studying the Zerg that has recently been genetically modified.

Yura looked at the flesh-colored spores in his hand that he had transformed, and a feeling of comfort surged in his heart.

These tiny creatures will become her powerful weapons to attack Ultramar.

They can take root, sprout, multiply and grow on enemy warships, and eventually deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

Moreover, these spores attached to the warships can easily infect the human body, and after modifying the genes of these humans, they can turn into zombies that can only kill.

"Let's follow our original plan and let humans feel the power of the swarm."

"I will obey your orders, my lord..."

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Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds

Garden World

Lux

An Avirus barge docked at the planet's starport, and several cleaners picked up cleaning tools and ran towards the barge.

"How about it?"

The pilot turned off the engine and then stepped down from the barge in two steps.

"There's an extra layer of something outside, I don't know what it is, please pay attention when you clean it up."

The pilot pointed at the wings that had turned purple, and then took out a few golden throne coins from his cockpit.

"Here's a tip, take it. I'm going to go drink."

The pilot stuffed the throne coin into the hand of a cleaner and trotted away, while several cleaners picked up tools and began to maintain it.

But what they didn't know was that at the moment of breathing, the tiny spores floating in the air had already flown into their nasal cavities and began to rapidly transform their genes. A huge war was coming unknowingly.