Wander!blue star

Guilliman announced his return to all of Macragge.

As a legendary strategist, he knew that his return could effectively boost the morale of the Ultramarines and put tremendous psychological pressure on the enemy, forcing them to make mistakes in both tactics and execution.

He then took command of Macragge from Calgar.

Although the warriors of the Black Legion withdrew from the battlefield for unknown reasons, many Chaos dregs still wreaked havoc on Macragge, especially around Hera's Fortress.

Guilliman gave full play to his brain and accurately issued orders to every battle zone, every front, and even every battle group.

The most powerful micromanager ever is online.

Guilliman is not some waste who directs the machine gun position to move five meters forward. His micro-manipulation skills are superb.

As he became more familiar with the battlefield, the whole of Macragge seemed to come alive.

Every street becomes a meat grinder that devours the enemy's vitality. From every dark corner, a group of blue men armed with bolters may jump out and fire.

The offensive and defensive momentum is easy!

The Ultramarines appeared and disappeared, gradually switching from being passively beaten to actively attacking.

The chaotic scum that was originally the attacking party were suddenly frustrated, and then they were beaten to the point of running away, and finally they were defeated.

The Primarch had been away from the world for ten thousand years. Many records about the Primarch were regarded by ignorant people as the praises of his admirers. However, when Guilliman resurrected and regained the power of war, everyone realized that the original myths and legends did not exist. Not the slightest exaggeration.

The Primarchs were demigods who walked the earth.

They are the miracle itself.

The power of Chaos on Macragge is declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. Without the dispatch and support of Warmaster Abaddon, the power of Chaos on Macragge is nothing but scattered sand.

Even if Guilliman is fighting on the N front in his mind, his brainpower divided equally on each front is still enough to manipulate the enemies facing each front at the palm of his hand.

"We have regained control of most of Macragge!"

"A small force of chaos is still resisting!"

"But I believe the war will be over before the sun rises!"

Calgar happily reported the results to Guilliman.

Guilliman was originally just the psychological support of the Ultramarines, but after this step, they worshiped and loved Guilliman from the bottom of their hearts just like their ancestors ten thousand years ago.

"Very well, I'll leave the finishing work to you." Guilliman nodded slightly.

He was not surprised by the result.

As soon as they fought, he noticed that the enemy was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Although the enemy is coming fiercely, the internal coordination is chaotic, they will even fight with each other, and there is no replenishment of troops.

During the Great Expedition, it was above the level of straw bag.

A rabble within a rabble!

The reason why idiots can be rated as "on the upper side" is because their strength is not weaker than that of the Astartes warriors, and even surpasses them.

Otherwise it can only be rated as rubbish.

Calga replied excitedly: "Yes, father!"

"I will fulfill my mission!"

His tone was unusually sonorous, and after saying that, he walked out the door as if he had been given a shot of blood.

Guilliman pursed his lips.

After thousands of years, his descendants were finally looking forward to his return, and every one of them was a little abnormally happy.

Guilliman turned around and took out a record from the bookshelf. The war is about to be won, and he can relax himself and take a look at what happened to Macragge after he fell asleep, and what his descendants have done in these ten thousand years.

Just at this moment, an extreme warrior walked in.

"Guilliman!"

"The war is coming to an end. Where are you going to go?"

This Ultramarine calls Guilliman by his first name, a stark contrast to Calgar.

Guilliman's body stiffened.

He closed the record he had just opened, then turned around and sat on the chair, as if he was going to have a long conversation with the visitor.

"Sit down too," Guilliman said.

The ultramarine nodded, casually moved a chair, and sat across the desk across from Guilliman.

"I have slept for too long and missed too many things." Guilliman sighed.

He had read several history books and already understood the current situation of the empire.

After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne and the Primarchs disappeared one after another, the situation in the Empire took a turn for the worse.

The rational and harmonious civilized atmosphere that was finally created during the Great Expedition was like a sand castle that was torn down and disappeared in a flash of chaotic sea water.

People today can no longer recall what that era was like.

The Emperor, who once hated others treating him as a god, now simply acquiesced to the Empire's deification of him in order to protect mankind.

The changes were so great that Guilliman felt unfamiliar with the world ten thousand years later.

At the same time, he also became aware of the responsibilities and dangers he faced as the only Primarch to walk the world.

The danger was nothing. As a primarch who had personally experienced the Horus Heresy, what big scene had he not seen?

It was mainly the responsibility that made him feel overwhelmed.

As the only Primarch, the Empire is so bad now, does he have to rebuild it?

At that time, the forces of Chaos were not so rampant, the Emperor could still move freely, and it took hundreds of years for the twenty brothers to work together to reorganize the galaxy.

Now Chaos is in a frenzy, the Emperor cannot leave Terra, half of the twenty brothers have rebelled, and the remaining half are missing.

This. How can he rebuild the country?

The most important thing is that even the Emperor has failed, and he doesn't think he can compare to the Emperor.

Thinking of this, he was already defeated before he even started.

Guilliman sighed again, not hiding his pessimism and disappointment from the person in front of him.

However, at least he was able to come over successfully, which is much luckier than those brothers who have not heard from him until now.

This is the only piece of news that isn't too bad.

"I can't believe that the Empire has been fighting Chaos for ten thousand years." Guilliman smiled bitterly.

The Galactic War, as grand as the Great Crusade, only lasted a few hundred years.

Ten thousand years is enough to carry out dozens of great expeditions. Why has it been so long without a winner?

"There are four evil gods in Chaos. They draw power from the emotions of living things, so they don't want this war to be decided too quickly." The Ultramarine sitting in front of Guilliman said, "If no one can end this war, Everything may have just begun in ten thousand years.”

Guilliman was speechless.

If ten thousand years is only the beginning, when will human suffering end?

"So what do you think now?" The Ultramarine asked in a gentle tone, "Be content with being the lord of Macragge, or should you return to the Empire and take charge of the overall situation?"

"I" Guilliman hesitated. (End of chapter)