Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 741 The Wrath of the God Emperor

"Oh my god, who the hell put this thing into the webway?"

Just as the time travelers were watching the battle between the Titan Legion and the Demon Engine, Wang Ming suddenly noticed an extremely huge thing appearing behind them. The moment he saw that thing, he burst out with a swear word, because that thing was not some other Protector of the Nation-class Titan or Star-class Titan, it was a God-Emperor Wrath-class Titan.

No one knew who had moved this thing into the webway, and after this huge thing entered the webway, Wang Ming felt like he was going blind for a moment, because that gigantic God-Emperor Wrath-class Titan actually opened fire directly at the Demon Engines. There were no orders, no firing prompts, and even the war horn of the God-Emperor Wrath-class Titan that had been specially modified by the First Engineer Regiment did not sound. It just appeared on the battlefield and opened fire directly at the Demon Engines.

"No! This thing is not the God-Emperor's Wrath-class Titan in the legion, but... the Cursed Legion!!"

Wang Ming endured the flashes of fire from various energy weapons that were about to blind his eyes. He stared at the firing God's Wrath-class Titan. After careful observation, Wang Ming discovered the difference of this Titan. Golden flames were burning on the body of this Titan, and it did not look like a physical entity. It was a Titan of the Cursed Legion.

"Which fallen God-Emperor's Wrath-class machine is this?!"

Wang Ming looked at the huge Wrath of the Emperor-class Titan. There were not many Wrath of the Emperor-class Titans that fell on the fleet. In the hundreds of years that they had been conquering the stars, only two Wrath of the Emperor-class Titans had fallen on the battlefield. The fall of those two Wrath of the Emperor-class Titans also made the mechanics of the Mechanicus on the fleet cry for a long time.

However, when Wang Ming wanted to identify which God Emperor's Wrath Titan it was, he couldn't tell which one it was. Wang Ming knew the other two God Emperor's Wrath Titans, so it was impossible for him to not be able to tell them apart. But Wang Ming really didn't know the identity of this one, because there was no legion logo on it, just like it had just come off the production line...wait, production line? !

Just as Wang Ming was thinking about this, he suddenly thought of the problem of the production line. If the Divine Wrath-class Titans on the production line were counted, then there was indeed one that had fallen. That was the Divine Wrath-class Titan that was still on the production line after being dragged into the warp by Nurgle. Its production line was corrupted by the warp, and the entire production line along with it was destroyed.

And now this Titan has actually appeared in the kingly way, becoming a member of the Cursed Legion, and now standing here to avenge itself.

"This can be considered as revenge for myself."

Wang Ming looked at the Wrath of the Emperor-class Titan that was firing. He felt for his helmet from his waist and put it directly on his head. After the helmet recognized the surrounding light level, it automatically adjusted to sunglasses mode. Wang Ming did not care about the Wrath of the Emperor-class Titan behind him. Let this kid avenge himself.

Countless lights shone in the webway. The God-Emperor's Wrath-class Titan fired as it stepped over the position where Wang Ming and his men were. Its figure in the webway was like a moving sun. Just like his name, the God-Emperor's Wrath, he joined the battlefield with the God-Emperor's wrath, and this wrath would allow him to burn all the enemies of humanity and take this webway that belonged to humanity back into the hands of humanity.

Endless light was shining, just like the light of countless stars shining at this moment. The light dispelled the darkness and chaos brought by the demon engine. He led the Titan legions to move forward continuously, trampling all the demon engines under their feet.

At this moment, Wang Ming finally felt relieved. Humanity had won the Webway War this time, and this Webway, which truly belonged to humanity, would be repaired and then put into real use in the distant future. At that time, humanity would no longer rely on the Webway of the Eldar as they do now, but would truly have the right to use the Webway.

After the matters in the Webway were completely resolved, Wang Ming also came out of the Webway with a group of time travelers. He was not idle after he came out. From time to time, he provided various materials to the engineering team in the Webway. At the same time, he also worked with Guilliman, who was now handling government affairs on Terra.

Wang Ming now truly realized how much pressure he had put on Guilliman after he had obtained the Eldar's webway. Those documents and various reports could not be processed at all, and due to the speed of the network, there were still a large number of ships carrying various reports and documents landing on Holy Terra, and these documents and reports would be delivered to Wang Ming and Guilliman in a very short time.

And just when Wang Ming realized that he had created a huge workload, news from the Webway came every day. These were nothing more than information like how many kilometers they had repaired today, how many kilometers the Titan Legion had advanced today, etc. These information were actually not very meaningful. After all, according to Xu Zheng's estimation, it would take them at least a year to repair the entire Webway. After all, even with their current fast repair speed, their total repair work has not even reached 1/3 of the Webway.

He still had to speed up his efforts, otherwise Wang Ming would have to stay on Holy Terra for at least a year. During this year, there would not be much difficulty in handling those official affairs. However, the pioneering mission of reviving the main expedition fleet would have to be suspended for a year. This made Wang Ming feel very uncomfortable. He was extremely eager to repair all the human worlds in the black domain of the galaxy.

Although a year is not a big deal, Wang Ming wanted to quickly recover those worlds. He felt uncomfortable wasting even a little time. But in the end, Wang Ming was not in a hurry. At present, the repair of the network was more important. This year was not long, nor was it short. Even on the human home planet, the travelers finally spent a real New Year. When Wang Ming told the travelers that they were going to stay in Holy Terra for a year, they found a location in the Pacific Basin and asked the travelers of the First Engineer Corps to quickly build a base for them to stay. When they were stationed on Holy Terra, they also went to get along with the brothers who were stationed on Holy Terra hundreds of years ago.

During this year, they also did a lot of things in Holy Terra, such as investigating certain heresy situations in Holy Terra with the Inquisitors, and arresting those officials who disobeyed the orders issued by Wang Ming.

Another thing is to help the local law enforcers on Holy Terra, so that the crime rate on Holy Terra has been reduced to an unbelievable level. After all, before they did these things, if you killed someone in the middle nest area on Holy Terra, at most you would be knocked on the door by the law enforcers, but now, a group of fully armed demigods come to you for a patient talk.

Under their law enforcement atmosphere, petty thefts on Holy Terra have become very rare. After all, no one wants to be knocked on the door by those demigods themselves. As for the gangs in the hive cities, to be honest, at least there are no so-called real gangs in Holy Terra at present. At most, they are just violent gangs organized by some people.

During the previous thorough cleansing operation carried out by the time travelers against Holy Terra, the local gangs of Terra had basically been wiped out, and now only some violent gangs were left. Due to the various investigations by the time travelers, these violent gangs are now all imprisoned in the cells of the Law Enforcement Prison.

In addition to these actions, the time travelers are also responsible for a lot of various trivial matters. After all, it would be too boring to do nothing during the year on Holy Terra. All the thoughts of the time travelers now are to serve the Human Empire. After all, in these hundreds of years, they have not been very interested in those things of enjoyment.

Fine wine and delicious food are available anytime and anywhere on the fleet. As for wealth, status, and power, these things are completely unnecessary for them to think about. Personal enjoyment is meaningless. Only by continuing their careers can they feel that they have not wasted their time.

In the end, these guys even started going to the schools on Holy Terra to teach the children of the Empire's citizens. Imagine a group of demigods over three meters tall wearing power swords, standing in a classroom with power swords in their hands, and teaching the children about faith in the God-Emperor and a variety of liberal arts knowledge on the blackboard.

The styles of these people sometimes change very quickly. They can be Astartes who are like mad dogs on the battlefield, or they can be a group of warriors who care about mortals more than their own lives, and they can also become a group of good friends who can get along well with mortals.

Furthermore, these guys ended up not only teaching in the schools of the Empire, but also in orphanages, various churches, and the civil affairs departments of various streets on Holy Terra. As a group of Astartes, a group of mortals regarded as demigods, they did not have any arrogance of demigods. To them, they were just a group of stronger humans, and the traditions they brought from their hometown also prevented them from doing the things of the Great Astartes.

In a word, the tradition of the 21st Legion makes them just like a group of mortals with all kinds of emotions that a person has. At the same time, they attach great importance to the understanding of their responsibilities. They are warriors, but they are also a group of human beings. They have their own responsibilities, and their responsibilities are not as simple as fighting. They do everything they can, not only because of the responsibilities in their hearts, but also because of the guilt for not being able to save the old humans. The dead can no longer be saved, so they must be better to the remaining living.

And even under such circumstances, the time travelers also celebrated a real New Year. On Holy Terra, that is, on Earth, they finally celebrated a traditional ancient Earth festival that was of great significance to them. On this day, they raised their wine glasses, drank the white wine brewed from the sorghum in their fleet, tasted the wine with the taste of their hometown, and sang loudly the ancient songs of their hometown.

They missed their hometown and their motherland, but they could no longer go back. They could only miss their past in this way and return to the hometown in their memories. Singing loudly, this was the busiest time of the day for the time travelers in the kitchen squad. Everyone knew how much Astarte ate. These days, these guys have let their stomachs go and have been eating day and night. Seeing this situation, the time travelers in the kitchen squad continued to do it with pleasure.

After all, they missed their hometown very much. During these few days, they took turns eating the eight major cuisines. After all, there were time travelers from all over the world. These dishes could remind them of the taste of their hometown. Besides, the fleet had no shortage of resources anyway, so they could just go to Wang Ming for whatever they needed.

Wang Ming also participated in the celebration of the festival by the time travelers, and he brought Guilliman with him. During these few days, Wang Ming told Guilliman about the New Year, a traditional festival of Ancient Terra, and educated him about the culture and traditions of that ancient nation.

These few days also allowed the two Primarchs to relax for a few hours, and then they began to deal with various government affairs again. After all, the work now cannot be stopped at all. Even if it stops a little, there will be some big or small troubles. Now the speed of intelligence transmission in the Empire is too fast, and all kinds of things need to be dealt with. The efficiency of the Ministry of the Interior was low before, and now the efficiency of the Ministry of the Interior is still low. Before, the efficiency of the Ministry of the Interior's work was too low, and now the efficiency of the Ministry of the Interior's processing can no longer keep up with the number of government affairs to be processed.

Every moment, factual intelligence from countless worlds is transported to Holy Terra. All matters, big and small, from millions of worlds in the Human Empire need to be processed. The workload is simply too enormous.

(End of this chapter)