Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"They're fast." Guilliman sat up straight again.

"They were already on their way to support us. Your recovery made them choose to temporarily abandon the task of chasing chaos and turn to Macragge."

In the communicator, Sicarius' voice was deep and powerful.

"They said they could wait, but I thought it would be better to let you know."

"There are many things that need to be done urgently in this world, but receiving a group of loyal people from afar is definitely an imminent thing that needs to be put in the first place. Let them come, I am waiting here in the reception hall with them."

"As you wish, my lord."

The sound of electric current sounded, the communicator was turned off, and the thinker who processed the information fell into dead silence again.

Guilliman sat in his place, thinking about the future.

The new technology has been given to Cawl, and the Reform Council is ready.

The remaining task is to wipe out the chaotic forces in Ultramar and gradually promote their plans.

When the time is right, he will go to Terra, take over all the rights of the Empire from those corrupt and greedy high lords, and continue to promote his own plans.

The opening of the big rift not only strengthened the evil god, but also gave the emperor a chance to recover.

He needs to gain enough strength to protect himself before the emperor recovers, so as to avoid the emperor crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, and killing himself with his backhand.

With 10,000 years of faith, no one can guarantee that the emperor will still be the emperor of 10,000 years ago.

The emperor's recovery is not necessarily a good thing.

The wide corridor of Hera Fortress.

More than 50 representatives of the battle group who came from afar were led to the reception hall by two fighters of the Ultramarines.

The promenade is very magnificent, covered with gorgeous gold and silver carvings.

A marble column supports the flying porch roof every few meters.

The floor is made of interlaced black and white floor tiles.

"This incident strikes me as a bit unbelievable."

A representative of the Chapter holds a scepter adorned with a gold skull and bony spur ring, crackling psionic currents as a reminder of his status as the Chapter's Librarian.

Think tanks are interstellar warriors with psychic powers. They generally have the ability to predict, manipulate elements, etc., and can help the battle group fight against demons and various aliens with psychic powers.

"Nothing is inconceivable, everything is arranged by the Emperor." Said the space warrior in black and white armor.

His head covered with hideous scars was inlaid with two gold and one silver service nails, which were particularly conspicuous.

This is a veteran who has served for more than a hundred years. Judging from the golden double-headed eagle on the breastplate, his status is extremely high.

"Stop talking about these things, we are standing on the surface of Macragge at this time, don't talk about a Primarch casually."

Verano, who was walking in front, turned his head to look at the two colleagues who were talking, and signaled them not to talk about this matter again.

Talking about an awakened Roboute Guilliman in Macragge is a disrespect for the Ultramarines.

He didn't want this kind of thing to cause hostility between the warbands.

The two people who were talking fell silent, and Verano turned his head again, looking at everything he could see.

Cobalt blue banners were hung outside the corridors, and the logo of Ultramar was embellished with silver threads to form a unique pattern, encircling the imperial sky eagle wearing a crown.

On the road leading to the hall, stood the invincible Iron Guard Terminator wearing iron cavalry-style fierce armor.

They stood like sculptures, solemn and silent, and the power weapons in their hands were activated. Once an attack was launched, a blue or white power field would emerge.

The entire area has been put under a high degree of martial law.

Verano had seen these Iron Terminator when Calgar led several expeditions with the Imperial Army.

These honor guards surrounded the legend of the empire and walked through the grand triumphant ceremony.

The first door sounded with a sharp pneumatic sound, and there were more Honor Guard members standing inside.

The breath also seemed depressing. These members of the honor guard were all veterans of many battles, and had experienced fighting with chaos, aliens, and traitors.

An Ultramarine in a captain's armor walks towards them.

"Welcome to Macragge."

"Sicarius, I'm glad to see you again." Verano saluted the Ultramarine as a greeting.

"I am also very happy, Verano. It has been twenty years since we last met. If you want to reminisce about the past, please wait a while. My master is waiting for you, please go to meet him as soon as possible. "

Sicarius held out his hand, beckoning them to go in.

Verano and the others walked along the corridor to the last door.

In charge of guarding, the members of the honor guard stomped to attention and made solemn and solemn voices.

Carved with complex patterns, inlaid with golden imperial sky eagles, and the main body of the hall door was made of marble, which was opened amidst the sound of machinery.

Representatives from various battle groups felt a little nervous in their hearts. They took off their helmets, kept as calm as possible, and walked in.

The first time they walked in, they were stunned.

On a pure adamantine throne surrounded by hundreds of ornaments, sat a living miracle.

A giant warrior in blue and gold armor sat on it, his broad face was handsome and stately, one hand was equipped with a huge gauntlet, and a huge power sword in sheath was placed beside his throne.

Verano thought he was ready, but when he saw that face, he realized that he was not. He was so excited that he couldn't restrain it, and tears flowed down his face after a while.

He had seen the Primarch before, Macragge had been threatened by the Tyranids, and their chapter had been sent to aid in repelling the threat of Anrest from beyond the galaxy.

It was because of this that he was able to meet Guilliman in the sanctuary of Hera Fortress.

He is placed in a stasis field.

In the battle ten thousand years ago, he was only one second away from death, but because of the special function of the stasis force field, the arrival of that second was infinitely extended.

But now, he got rid of the stasis field and sat there alive.

Infinite vitality emerges from the strong body, and the eyes are full of wisdom and majesty.

Verano and the other Space Marines dropped to one knee, as if instinctively.

"It is true what they say, you are risen, my lord."

Verano could feel his voice shaking.

This is not because of fear, but because of excitement and excitement.

In this situation, everyone in the empire will be trembling with excitement, a living myth has appeared in their world.

Guilliman inspected them and descended the steps.

"Get up all of you. You have defended mankind and the empire. You are the heroes of the empire. You don't need to be so polite."

Guilliman walked towards the nearest space warrior, grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, and helped him up.

"What's your name?" Guilliman asked.

"Verano, from the Raven Guard, Captain of the Silent Company."

"Nice to meet you, Captain," said Guilliman.

"It is also my honor to see you, my lord."

"I hope so, I thought you would deny me, and that would give me a headache." Guilliman said humorously.

"There is no such possibility, we will fight for your will." Verano said.

"Haha." Guilliman patted Verano on the shoulder, "Soon, I will have a chance to prove it. I hope that I won't be too disappointed."

Guilliman greeted the representatives of the Chapters in the front row one by one. These Space Marines were from the Raven Guard, the Space Wolves, the White Scars, and some subsequent Chapters.

They all came for the revived Primarch.

I asked their names, and created a relaxed and humorous atmosphere as much as possible, getting closer to each other in laughter.

Guilliman spoke highly of each visitor, praising their contributions to the Empire.

After the conversation was over, Guilliman was ready to get straight to the point.

"You have come from afar, I should have given you a good rest, but the current situation in the empire is extremely bad, and chaos and aliens have not given us any free time for vacation. I urgently need to stabilize the situation in Ultramar so that Let me proceed to the next step. The fleet is already gathering, and the army is also gathering towards Macragge. I want to ask if you will fulfill your oath and join my army."

Guilliman looked around at the representatives of the many battle groups and asked.