Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 655: Redemption That Should Not Be Obtained
"Those damn guys have five minutes to get to my location. I...I have to do something to keep them."

In a Chaos battleship, a Space Marine wearing a scarred Renaissance Terminator armor looked at the corridor in front of him filled with corpses. He kept thinking about how to kill all the enemies on the auspicious instrument. He no longer had any way to retreat. All his comrades were dead, and he could not betray the Empire again as he had done before.

Now it has figured out a lot of things. Instead of becoming a traitor and being killed in obscurity by the warriors of that empire, it is better to pick up its former glory again and let those damn guys see what ancient warriors are and what warriors from that glorious era of the Great Crusade are. They once betrayed, but now, they will also atone for their sins with their lives.

The decomposition field of the power hammer in his hand was activated again. This former Chaos Space Marine, wearing a scarred Resurrection Terminator power armor, waved his only remaining arm. The battle cry that once sacrificed blood to the Blood God and skull to the Skull Throne has now become a battle cry for the Holy God Terra.

It was as if the soul of the Great Crusade era had descended upon this body again, and that loyal faith seemed to have returned to its soul. Once again, it had become him, the former recruit from the World Eaters Legion, now remembering the Imperial Truth again, remembering the years he had fought for the Empire. They... or rather, they, should not have been like this. They used to be the Emperor's war dogs, but their father had turned them into the lunatics they are today who only knew how to kill.

Now, he has returned to the truth of the empire. Although the empire is no longer the empire that believes in science and truth, so what? The aspect of the empire's truth that protects humans will not change. He has killed too many people and he can no longer atone for his sins. However, even if he only kills a few more enemies on the battlefield, it will calm his soul a little.

In fact, from the first day he became a Chaos Space Marine, he knew that he would never have a good ending. Now he picked up his former glory and fought for his former beliefs again. Maybe his soul could still... Well, for a guy like him who was already rotten to the core, how could his soul return to the Golden Throne? His only hope now was to have a small name in the records of the 21st Legion.

While the Emperor's war dog was thinking this, several Chaos Space Marines rushed in front of him. They did not attack him directly with ranged weapons, but wanted to capture him alive. However, to capture a Devourer, no, an Emperor's war dog alive, these new generation Chaos Space Marines were still too naive.

Even with one hand, the Warhound could use his experience and skills from countless battles to smash all of these Chaos Space Marines into pieces. His blows were extremely fast: one blow! two blows! three blows! four blows!

The power hammer was swinging and the servo motor of the Renaissance Terminator power armor was roaring madly. The design of the Renaissance Terminator power armor was very powerful. This power armor had been beaten into pieces by various injuries, but it still played its role and was still operating. He fought together with his wearer and turned all the blasphemous enemies into meat paste fragments on the ground.

And just after the Emperor's war dog killed all the Chaos Space Marines around it, those Chaos Space Marines finally gave up on capturing him alive, and with a series of continuous fire from grenade launchers and autocannons, countless cracks and bullet holes appeared on the Rebirth Power Armor in an instant, and the Emperor Ming's war dog just looked at the flames in front of it and forced itself to charge forward.

He had been implanted with the Butcher's Nails, and now, the Butcher's Nails had been activated. Although the blessing from Khorne made him feel less painful about the Butcher's Nails than before, he still hated this feeling, an extremely damnable feeling. It was this thing that made him and his legion go down the path of depravity and never return.

The Renaissance Terminator power armor advanced under the hail of bullets, and the War Dog kept roaring. He roared, he cursed, and at the same time he praised. In the last moment of his life, he seemed to see a cold light, and that cold light shone on his already filthy soul, as if to bring this guy who already deserved to die, a redemption that he did not deserve.

But he no longer had time to care about these things. All he cared about now were the enemies in front of him. The enemies in front of him looked at him in shock as he rushed towards them under the hail of bullets. But this shouldn't be the case. His entire chest had been completely shattered. His heart should have stopped beating. Both of them were the same, but why was he still alive?

But no one explained this to them. With a swing of the Power Hammer, all those extremely shocked Chaos Space Marines were beaten into meat paste. After completing this action, the Revolutionary Emperor's right to war seemed to have finally been redeemed. He knelt on one knee on the ground and looked at the corpses of those Chaos Space Marines that had become meat paste. This should have been his end, but he seemed to have been redeemed.

That redemption that shouldn't have existed, that redemption that he shouldn't have gotten in the first place, his sins were too heavy, he had killed too many people, he didn't deserve such redemption, but he got it, and after that a Chaos Space Marine disappeared in the galaxy, and in the Cursed Legion, another Space Marine appeared.

And just as the war dog died, a ray of light suddenly pierced through the hull of the Chaos battleship and directly hit its reactor, causing it to instantly explode into a ball of fireworks in the cold void.

"How many Chaos Fleets are there? And the losses. Pay attention to the statistics of the losses in the war. And the supplies. All the supplies will be handled by me."

On the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming sat in his office, watching a battle video in front of him, and then said to the commander of all the imperial troops that Wang Ming had returned to the Sun Fortress and had begun to deal with the war issues in the solar system. The supply lists of various troops were in his hands, and those supplies were constantly transported from the Sun Fortress to various battlefields in the solar system by transport ships. Today, the solar system has become a huge fortress, and defense facilities have been built on the planets and satellites of the planets. Those gaseous planets were forcibly added with a layer of artificial star rings by the Jingwei-class engineering ships. These star rings are defense facilities and also the manufacturing docks of warships. Since Wang Ming already knew about the wrangling between Mars and the First Engineer Corps.

So he simply built star ring docks on all the gas planets in the solar system. Now, the empire can no longer be dragged down by that damn efficiency. These docks are nominally managed by Mars and the Empire, but in fact Mars is only responsible for the maintenance of the equipment. The specific production projects have nothing to do with them. At most, they will bless the warships when they are launched.

Wang Ming could no longer tolerate those mechanics doing meaningless and time-wasting work when building some warships. Wang Ming knew the importance of blessing. The navy had to face the subspace directly, so the warships had to undergo some metaphysical processing. However, too much metaphysical processing would be very outrageous. It would take more than a hundred years for a warship to be launched. This was unnecessary.

The Mechanicus can complete the blessing work on the production line, and with the blessing of the state religion, the warship's resistance to the subspace in terms of metaphysics will be absolutely very strong, and there will be no need for more than a hundred years of long-term bowing.

Although there were many objections to Wang Ming's behavior within the Mechanicus, after evaluating their own abilities, they completely gave up the idea of ​​continuing to make trouble with Wang Ming. Compared with the 21st Legion, they had no ability to make trouble with the 21st Legion. They could even use Titans to force Holy Terra to abdicate, but they really had no way to deal with the 21st Legion, a special legion that completely broke the traditions of the Empire and the Mechanicus.

Some intelligence even pointed out that the 21st Legion could manufacture Emperor-class Titans on their own, and mass-produce them. This made Mars very uncomfortable, as if the 21st Legion had obtained all the technologies from the dark technological age. They already had so much technology that they didn't know how much it was. All the technology was like magic, and they even had the complete manufacturing process and complete principle data for these technologies.

This is something that the Mechanicum of Mars cannot do. After all, in the hands of the Mechanicum of this era, many technologies have now become black boxes. They know how to make these things, but they don't know how they work. The Mechanicum of Mars has to cooperate with the 21st Legion to get the data of these things. However, looking at the current situation, they must really maintain a true cooperative relationship with the 21st and can't just think about making money on their own.

"Your defense plan is very good, and Guilliman also supplemented it very well, but have you considered the area of ​​Earth-Moon orbit? Although this is already within the combined strike range of Holy Terra, the Solar Fortress, and the Phalanx, this area is actually the weakest range. If the Chaos fleet uses some extraordinary means, we have seen it before, and teleports the fleet to this area, and then uses a huge thing to directly smash Holy Terra like Cadia..."

On the Solar Fortress, Wang Ming was discussing the defense plan of the solar system with Wang Xiaofa. The defense plan of the solar system was actually very complete, but there were still some points worth noting. That is, the Chaos Fleet could use the evil power of destruction to continuously carry out various strange voyages in the entire galaxy, and they might appear from anywhere.

Of course, considering that this is the solar system, unless the Powers of Destruction act together, otherwise, it should be impossible to cause death in the solar system. After all, the emperor's big star torch is still standing, and the entire solar system should now be under the protection of the emperor's power. Although there is a possibility that the Chaos fleet can run around in the galaxy at will, these just need to be paid attention to. The evil power of the Powers of Destruction should not cause too much waves in the current solar system.

"I have considered all of this. If it is something of the same mass as the Blackstone Fortress, or if it is a Blackstone Fortress, we are also capable of intercepting it. We have installed several planetary gravity generators here and here. Although there are still some problems with energy consumption, it is expected to be resolved in the next two days. By then, no matter how big the falling object is, we can intercept it with planetary gravity generators."

Wang Xiaofa looked at Wang Ming. He listened to what Wang Ming said and thought about the issues that Wang Ming was concerned about. Then he responded to these issues to Wang Ming slowly and carefully. The time traveler who had traveled through time and space like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on has now grown into a commander who can command grand strategies. Wang Ming looked at the places that Wang Xiaofa pointed to, and he nodded to Wang Xiaofa and patted his shoulder armor.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You've grown a lot."

Wang Ming looked at Wang Xiaofa and spoke to him jokingly. After hearing what Wang Ming said, Wang Xiaofa also smiled bitterly. His growth was built on the lives of those people he failed to save. Every failure was a lesson, and every failure was something he needed to remedy. These also led to Wang Xiaofa's character of always having a backup plan for everything.

Wang Ming patted his shoulder armor, and Wang Xiaofa also patted Wang Ming's hand. They were both silent for a while. They actually knew the price of psychological growth to this day in this desperate galaxy. They had actually experienced the sorrow, pain, anger, and regret. They had experienced it all on the stars of the empire on the road of the revival expedition.

And just when Wang Ming had returned to Holy Terra to prepare for the next wave of plans against Chaos, the huge Chaos fleet outside the solar system had actually begun preparations for action. Just like Abaddon's plan, they would use the power of destruction to deploy the fleet between the Earth and the Moon's orbit. As long as they could reach that place, they could quickly deploy their forces. Their main goal was to cause as much chaos as possible in the empire.