Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

The man wore a golden mask, armor inlaid with the Holy Blood Badge, and white angel wings spread out behind him.

Only angels can fly in the sky.

But that should be...that should be impossible?

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Chapter 171 The general took this path.

Ultramar burned, devastating storms swept across its skies, and on the ground, blood and flames intertwined, and the battlefield resounded with the roars of fighting from all three factions.

The Federation's alien fleet was still entrenched in the planet's orbit. They used dark matter and Zero's tachyon spears, phase arcs and destroyer torpedoes to continuously bombard the destructive storm that tightly surrounded them, as well as the demonic hulks in it, leaving scars on the storm that attacked from another world.

The daemon hordes of Chaos surged. Under the roars of Skarbrand, the Chosen of Khorne, and Kalos the Fateweaver, countless twisted monsters climbed from the abyss of the High Heavens into the battlefield, violently charging the defenses of the Federation and the Ultramarines. The Space Marines of the Black Legion chanted the names of the Four Gods, piling mountains of corpses along the Path of Glory.

The Ultramarines should have been defeated by the Confederation and Chaos armies. They had been pushed back, crushed by the advanced weaponry of the Confederacy and the endless madness of Chaos, gradually being pushed to the brink of destruction. But at that moment, divine light descended upon Ultramar.

A winged saint in golden armor streaked across the battlefield, his light piercing through the chaotic darkness like the rising sun.

……

The living saint's red cloak fluttered in the wind, and his armor, inlaid with the sacred emblem of the empire, gleamed in the firelight.

He spoke no words, but his mere presence was enough to rekindle the fighting spirit of the Imperium's warriors. The moment he stepped onto the battlefield, the Ultramarines, who had been gradually collapsing, were revived.

Those warriors who had fallen into despair raised their grenade launchers again, and those scarred battle brothers roared and charged again, their will ignited by the light of the Emperor.

Divine power surged within them. The Saint's feathers could heal the mortal wounds of loyal warriors, and his psychic influence, combined with that of the Ultramarines Primarch himself, completely enveloped the Imperial forces on the battlefield, forcing them to fight with increasing courage.

The Machine Spirits were aroused, and the weapons began to unleash their firepower on the enemy without needing to be recharged. The Librarians no longer worried about backlash, and even ordinary Space Marines could unleash the power of Titus, and they unexpectedly held the line for a while. Even fallen Space Marines rose to their feet, ablaze, to serve the Imperium a second time.

The Saint, after everything was temporarily out of danger, landed before Guilliman, and Celestine, another living Saint, whispered his name: San Guileron, the target of another Imperial special forces squad.

On the fierce three-way battlefield, he listened to the voice of the Lord of Ultramar.

……

The voice was filled with anger.

"Are you mocking me?!"

When the Son of War's eyes met with this living saint who resembled an old friend, he instantly understood many things. He also instantly realized the absurdity of everything before him. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger, but he failed.

"Why on earth did I come back?! To watch Ultramar destroyed?! To let my people linger under the butcher knife of Chaos and the aliens?! And I am powerless to change it. Is this fate's reward to me?!"

Guilliman roared.

His voice was like thunder, still resounding amidst the chaos of the battlefield. He felt angry, humiliated, and even extremely disappointed.

He had acted as the most rational instrument of the Imperium of Mankind, he had restored Mankind's frontiers during the Great Crusade, he had attempted to save the Imperium after the Horus Heresy, he had done everything he could.

But now, he stood here, looking upon a burning ruin, a senseless slaughter that mocked his efforts to set things right.

He had fought to the very last moment, battling Fulgrim to the death, using his own flesh and blood to light the final torch for the empire.

But his return was not greeted with a song of victory, but instead he had to watch his homeland destroyed in the three-way stranglehold.

Is this the future that fate has given him?

……

Sanguinor stood before him, silently allowing the Primarch to vent his wrath.

Until finally, he finally spoke, his words were low, but like a sharp knife piercing Guilliman's heart.

"He can no longer protect your dreams. Now, it's your turn to protect Him."

Guilliman clenched his fists suddenly, heavy sorrow pressing on his shoulders like a mountain.

These sincere words made him painfully realize the reality. The empire and his father had declined to this point and needed his salvation. This was a responsibility that someone had to take on.

Guilliman raised his head and looked at the Ultramarines who were still fighting hard around him, looking at those warriors who were fighting bloody battles under the protection of the Emperor's light. Their efforts were only to make their sacrifice more valuable, rather than for a hopeful future.

Think tank Digris was still calculating the situation. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the efforts of the saints had changed the situation. He believed that as long as they persisted, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

But the Eldar's Death Prophet, Evelyne, coldly shattered his fantasy: "The Lord of Mankind's blessing is not infinite."

Evelyne's voice was cold and firm. "Your army cannot be protected forever. And Chaos? They may bring harm to the Federation, but they cannot win this war. Their time is over. This is the inevitable future."

Guilliman took a deep breath, understanding dawned on him.

"Come up with a plan for a safe way to leave here."

In the end, he chose the Empire because he didn't know the superiority of our path and only saw the brutal side of the "evil aliens". Perhaps if the Federation could be faster, he would have another choice, but at this moment, the human emperor has a half-winner.

But who cares, it just makes everything a little more challenging.

……

Looking at the Primarch who had not collapsed under the huge blow, Sanguinor nodded slightly. He had to persevere, no matter how difficult it was.

"Come on!"

Sanguinor's voice rang out like thunder, and he rushed into the destructive storm without looking back. Celestine followed closely behind him. They fought side by side with other Space Marines to buy the last time.

"We must get to the Webway entrance! Evacuate immediately!"

Evelyne sensed something approaching and her face changed drastically as she warned everyone.

At that moment, the dragon's roar echoed through the storm, and the Ruinstorm itself began to tremble.

A deeper existence was approaching here, and even the demons of Chaos could not help but pause, as if sensing that something more terrifying than themselves was awakening.

The prophet of death's prediction was completely accurate, and the arrogant demons were about to lose their arrogance.

……

Guilliman looked towards Ultramar once more.

His hometown was being caught in the storm of the extraordinary war. He knew that if he stayed, he would be buried in the ruins, although he might not regret it.

But he couldn't die here, he had to return to Terra.

As long as he could see his father, as long as he could get the support of the empire, he still had a chance to retake the Five Hundred Worlds, and he still had a chance to lead the empire into the future.

At least... maybe there is a possibility.

He turned and, along with Belisarius Kaur and the Death Prophet, sped towards the Webway.

As he was about to step onto the webway, he looked back.

The brilliance of Sanguinor and Celestine shone in the darkness, their figures already thrown into the storm of destruction, fighting against the existence that did not belong to this world.

Ultramar still burns.

Guilliman gritted his teeth and stepped into the gate of light.

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Chapter 172 Star Dragon and Godman.

"Actually, I chose Storm Control and Level 4 Transcendent Ascension. This is also a kind of Heavenly Wind and Star Dragon."

……

On the surface of Ultramar, war rages, blood soaks this once prosperous world, and the Ultramarines' defenses are on the verge of collapse.

The soldiers of the Federation moved among the ruins, with precise tactical movements and deadly super-powered weapons, turning every inch of the battlefield into a death zone for the enemy, and even having enough energy to ensure that ordinary people were not affected.

The Chaos Legions rampaged between the Ultramarines and the Federation. They seemed only to create chaos and did not care who won or lost.

At that moment, a divine light shone, and the Living Saint Celestine descended upon the battlefield.

Her arrival should have been good news for the imperial warriors, but under the radiance surrounding her, some puzzling existences began to emerge.

From the storms of the Warp, strangely shaped demonic creatures emerged silently, their bodies twisted but revealing a familiar heroic aura.

The heavy armor, the sharp blades, the upright posture of a warrior, they... seemed like Astartes monks who had returned from hell.

They did not roar like the other demons, but simply looked at the Ultramarines in silence. Then, they drew their weapons and rushed towards the Black Legion and the Federation legions without hesitation, buying time for the Ultramarines, who had suffered heavy losses.

The Federation soldiers soon discovered that these creatures could not be easily killed by conventional weapons. The bullets from the Destroyer machine guns penetrated their bodies, only delaying their movements for a moment before returning to normal.

Even phase arcs can only briefly dissipate them, and then they reappear from the rifts in the Warp, and only psychic damage can completely annihilate them.

The demon warriors of the Black Legion were enraged by the miracle of the "False Emperor" and rushed towards these undead warriors who were bound by the oath without hesitation.

Who summoned these strange demons?

No one knew the answer. Celestine just watched it all silently, as if everything was within her or His expectations.

……

Meanwhile, in the center of the cosmic battlefield, Sanguinor stepped into the heart of the Ruinous Storm. Before him, a hearty struggle unfolded, one that would greatly please the Blood God.

Endless armies of demons, like bloodthirsty sharks, swarmed around the Federation fleet, charging frantically. They no longer needed flesh to support them; the psychic energy surging within the destructive storm freed them from parasites, corruption, and summons. They were now the embodiment of primordial truth, a torrent of dark will.

The Federation fleet, like a small raft surrounded by sharks, seemed isolated and helpless. Unfortunately, Santiago was on the raft.

Despite being besieged, the Federation Navy maintained an almost miraculous level of order.

Every attack of the demon tide will be torn apart in the fleet's firepower network, and every time the energy shield of the federal warship is broken, the energy will be accurately redistributed to form the optimal defense structure again.

Those silver-white warships were like unyielding fortresses, standing tall and unmoved in the chaotic tide.

The army of the Star Sea Community is fighting against the torrent of the subspace, leaving the corpses of demons piled up like a mountain.

The demons suffered heavy casualties but achieved no results.

The Tzeentch and Khorne armies, which had been arguing and killing each other, had to temporarily put aside their differences and use their main forces to attack the federal fleet.

Of course, secondary forces will still be used to fight the civil war.

……

Sanguino joined the melee without hesitation, and headed straight for the core of the battlefield.

His arrival drew the attention of two Chaos titans on the battlefield. The two leaders of the demon army, the Bloodthirsty Skarbrand and the Fateweaver Carlos, showed a hint of...excitement upon seeing the Living Saint descend upon the battlefield.

Skarbrand's massive form turned toward the warrior with the golden mask. He swung his battle axe and thundered, "Chosen of the Blood God! You have finally arrived!"

Without hesitation, the bloodthirsty demon handed over the "invitation" that the Blood God had handed out ten thousand years ago. If he could succeed, he could return to Khorne's side without having to chop off any heads: "In the eternal bond of blood and fury, we are brothers! Join the Blood God's team! Let us tear apart the wings of the Destiny Dragon and the wings of the mixed-feathered bird together!"

And Carlos the Fateweaver chattered in a gloomy voice. His head of the past roared about the empire's ignorance and failure, and his head of the future whispered about the empire's possible bright future.

His words are a mixture of lies and truth, attempting to make the living saint lose himself in the maze of fate and go astray in his pursuit of more knowledge.

But Sanguinor just looked at them indifferently.

Then, he raised the Emperor's Sword and slashed at both the demons and the Confederacy's war drones.

……

The federal fleet began to suffer losses in the four-way melee.

At this moment, the Federation's true strongest being in the real dimension was finally enraged. That was the Federation's Chief Consul, Yuan Bo, or the first "Ultimate One."

Not long ago, the Federation discovered a way to activate the entire planet and create a "living star" or the ultimate individual "Uo" through research on living stars and the primordial sea.

The first one to awaken as Uo was Yuan Bo. In the eyes of the clown, he was as magnificent as the soul of a planet because he was a star soul.

This is the fourth stage of the extraordinary evolution of the planet: the ultimate result of the invisible heaven and earth, the endless life, and the endless power.

Yuan Bo, fed up with the "flirting" between Chaos and the Empire, jumped out of the Federation's flagship.

When he transformed back into his true form in the void, his body obscured the sky, as massive as Macragge himself, his scales shone like stars, his breath like a storm wind, his eyes open for day and closed for night.

A giant dragon, seemingly from myth. A camel head, lizard legs, eagle claws, a snake tail, deer antlers, and fish scales. Majesty abounds, unstoppable. He raises his head and roars, and the entire destructive storm trembles slightly under the pressure of his roar.

Yuan Bo spewed out storms and thunder mixed with Zelo's energy, scattering the demonic formations. He also used his immensely powerful esoteric knowledge to mobilize the psychic energy of the universe, transforming it into a variety of powerful spells.

In him, the Federation's most elite psychic affairs officers fought alongside him. They were all researchers of Ruoken's monastic methods, able to control the wind and contain the sun and the moon in a pot.

The enormous pressure brought by Yuan Bo forced the three great demon-level fighters to join forces to resist his attack.

……

The fierce battle between the three parties was earth-shattering and neither side could win.

"Everything you do is in vain! Your God is being held back by the rift created by the plunderers. We have seen this. The Lord of Change's plan is flawless. This time, you will not be able to humiliate the original truth."

Carlos, who had a wing chopped off by the elite officers led by Yuan Bo, uttered a harsh curse, saying how intricate his master's plan was and that the Federation would never win...

Yuan Bo just smiled playfully.