How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

"The enemy is already nearby," the man said. At the same time, a bell rang as if from far away, followed by painful notes, forming a sad melody that broke people's hearts and made them crazy. A foul wind blew across the battlefield, causing the fog to close the tunnel opened by the arrow just now.

But they did not cover up the huge shadows again. The bell rang again, and this time everyone saw the antler-like shadows in the surging mist. The disgusting laughter gradually approached along with the disturbing music, and everyone present put their weapons into combat readiness.

"Perhaps we don't have time to truly build trust." Guilliman turned to the direction of the battlefield, and once again placed the Emperor's Sword at a suitable height for attack. At the same time, he said to the man on the top of the command vehicle, "I will have to put this issue aside for the time being. I will allow you to stay nearby, but at the same time, I also hope that you would better not act rashly."

"My order is to ensure your safety." The man replied leisurely, as if he did not understand the hidden threat of the Imperial Regent. "I will stay where I am, but if I judge that you are in danger, I will naturally take action."

Perhaps the conversation should continue until the issue was resolved, but they didn't have time.

The third loud bell sounded as if it was right next to my ears. The mist twisted and swirled, and a shadow like a carnival parade appeared and disappeared behind it, accompanied by happy laughter and painful groans.

——And all its participants are sick and rotten.

Miu (no more)

I want a leopard to sleep...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 111 A memorable chapter with no memorable content

In the preaching hall of Tyros Cathedral, after the rising waves of air and surging golden flames caused by the super-large psychic ritual dissipated, Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly exhaled a cloud of water vapor in the low temperature generated by the psychic energy:

"So, what's the matter with this strange personnel distribution?" She asked in front of her, with almost all the seats in the auditorium vacated. "I thought you would have a specific and effective selection method."

In the auditorium, an Ultramarine who was also wearing the gorgeously carved ultramarine armor of the Ever-Victorious Army, but without any prayers on his body and who was obviously not a member of the team that the Imperial Regent had previously assigned to Fujimaru Ritsuka, replied:

"That's right. Considering the nature of the mission, our selection method is to hold a military competition and allocate the quota to the real world based on merit. We have successfully used the unstable nature of the time flow in the subspace to create a dedicated field, which can complete all procedures within 30 seconds in the real universe."

"...I can probably understand it." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to one side of the auditorium with an erratic tone, and fixed his eyes on a figure that was out of tune with the ultramarine ocean in front of him, "But what's going on?"

"They just said it was a 'competition for all the troops'," the Astartes warrior who was being stared at, who was wearing black and gold armor with a cross mark and a laurel wreath on his helmet, responded calmly, "but they did not limit the legions that could participate."

Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly covered his face.

"You weren't like this before, Sigismund," she said with a hint of despair in her voice. "Is it my fault? Have I been breaking too many rules in front of you?"

Sigismund, the Emperor's Champion, former Imperial Fist, first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, who in a sense had been deeply involved in the Trial of Fujimaru Ritsuka's Illusion, nodded slightly and said righteously: "The Emperor also believes that you should strengthen the security forces around you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed: "Okay, I'll just leave it at that. But - what's wrong with you?!"

She turned her head again and cast her eyes fiercely at a warrior wearing gorgeous purple armor who was also conspicuous a little further away. The latter was obviously not as calm as the black sheep who had mixed into the flock before.

"Well... I saw someone was holding a tournament." The Second Captain of the Emperor's Children, Legion Champion Akuldona, had obviously racked his brains to come up with a rather lame excuse.

"Come on, you are indeed a martial arts fanatic, but you are not completely incapable of reading the atmosphere." Fujimaru Ritsuka simply skipped the argumentation process and came to the conclusion that perhaps only the two of them knew what was going on. "Tell me, is it Tarvitz or Vespasian this time?"

"...It's the ritual elder Ruilano." Akurdona's voice was obviously filled with guilt. "You know, he has been a little... crazy since he came back."

"I see. We'll discuss this in detail after we resolve the current situation." Fujimaru Ritsuka's train of thought obviously skipped a large section of content here. "Since you have taken advantage of the Ultramarines' quota to appear in this world, you should have some awareness of being a guest. Don't be ready to take over at any time like you did in Iron Hands. Mr. Ferrus's willingness to tolerate you does not mean--"

"——I completely understand!" Realizing that these words meant "I will not be deported", Akurdona immediately stood up, and his voice of response became full of energy again.

Ignoring Sigismund who was shaking his head quietly, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her attention back to the Ultramarines she had originally planned to summon. With the technical support of Chaldea, the Emperor's Cursed Legion maintained a state closer to the dead than ever before when they were alive. Their armor, which was originally twisted and charred, and covered with chains and psychic flames, showed its original paint, and the texture was the same as their brothers who were still alive at the scene. The only way to distinguish the two sides was through the decorations and model differences on the power armor.

"Captain Gage, please dispatch your troops." Under the gaze of the Emperor Colossus, Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice echoed clearly in the preaching hall with a carefully designed sound wave projection layout, "Everyone board the Storm's Edge. We are going to support the northern battlefield of Tyros. Second Captain Hill, I suggest you take your attention away from Mr. Sicarius. Your Primarch is at the front line preparing to fight Mortarion alone."

“——Ah?” Among the ultramarine warriors wearing an equally eye-catching red helmet, a man turned around at a speed that almost broke his neck. “Why don’t we hurry up?!”

-

In a battlefield that was almost completely engulfed by the living Warp, Guilliman's guards had already begun exchanging fire with the Nurgle army, which was marching like a decaying parade. The arcs of electricity generated by power weapons, the lights of bolts and flames kept flickering in the dull fog, but the most eye-catching thing was Roboute Guilliman himself, who was supposed to be the "protected object".

Although it is said that a son of a rich family should not sit in the throne, the precious body of the Imperial Regent naturally needs thorough and impeccable protection, but many people tend to overlook one point: he is the Primarch, and the Primarch himself is a war machine meticulously crafted by the Emperor to complete the Great Crusade, with unprecedented precision and completeness.

The Ultramarines Primarch was like a storm of orange-red flames, crushing straight into the enemy camp. Tribune Koken urged his fellow Custodians to try to keep up with the Primarch, but they soon found that it was almost impossible.

Wielding the Emperor's Sword, Robouti Guilliman was unstoppable. He seemed reckless and had himself surrounded by enemies, but in fact, his every move was precisely calculated and deduced in an instant, and the flames on the sword were woven into a fine net around him, capable of burning away the essence of any Daemon host who dared to approach.

Even the artillery fire from the vehicles and friendly forces behind him was under his overall control, coming from his side and behind, and combined with his nearly impenetrable sword skills, it easily tore apart the chaotic enemy's real body. The Son of Vengeance walked freely in the rain of bullets, as if walking in his own land.

Realizing that the sword could completely sever the life of the Unborn, the demon army retreated in fear. Guilliman seized this opportunity without hesitation, and as the tip of the wedge formation, he once again led the entire army deeper into Nurgle's formation.

Here he transforms himself into a living weapon.

But he soon realized that this would only put himself and his troops in a more dangerous situation: after being swallowed by the warp, his troops had been cut off from the battlefield, and now they could only rely on themselves, his guards of no more than a hundred people, and a command vehicle that had to balance the firepower and the energy consumption of a high-power communication base station, so it was by no means a lethal weapon. But for Nurgle, this was obviously not the case.

The army array obscured by the mist was much larger than Guilliman had initially anticipated.

The demons in front of the Primarch were forced back by him out of fear, but more and more unintelligent zombies kept swarming up tirelessly. The sound of flies buzzing came from the fog. The huge swarm of insects carried rotten heads and threw them into the battle formation of the Empire when they got close enough. There was no doubt that everyone could see that it carried a deadly plague and tried to smash it in the air with long-range firepower, but when those rotten heads shattered, the green spore clouds that exploded inside were the deadly killing move, and even the Space Marines would immediately fall down in such a poisonous fog.

Guilliman's wedge-shaped battle formation continued to shrink, almost being swallowed up by the seemingly endless army of demons.

——In fact, he was betting that every word said by the man in white who suddenly appeared on his command vehicle was true.

After realizing that the battlefield had completely fallen into the warp, Guilliman knew that he had fallen into Mortarion's trap. Perhaps this was the result of some evil sorcery, but it did prevent him from calling in reinforcements and firepower support from the surrounding battlefields, and even from retreating from the battlefield. Then, he immediately deduced that after falling into such a desperate situation, the only thing he could do was to "survive in the face of death".

Theory: If the strange man who launched the long-range fire attack in the Cathedral of Tyros was the one who said that his mission was to "protect the safety of the Imperial Regent", then he would not have watched the most desperate situation happen.

Practice: Guilliman's theory is correct.

From a certain moment, almost everyone present felt a scorching heat wave similar to "standing near a firing melta weapon". Arrows dragging blue-blue flames fell between Nurgle's zombies and demons through detours like raindrops flying obliquely.

Although this flame was of a different color, it seemed to have a similar effect to the flame wrapped around the Emperor's Sword. Wherever it passed, the supernatural mist was also burned away. When it fell on a demon host, it would not only cause objective physical damage, but also make the demon scream in fear from the depths of its soul.

After this round of arrow rain whose actual effect was comparable to bombing support from bombers, Guilliman turned around from the briefly quiet battle circle where he was and looked in the direction of the command vehicle.

The man still held the bow and arrow, standing calmly on the roof of the car, with no intention of commenting on the current situation, as if he didn't care at all about what his protected object was doing.

Arjuna was only carrying out the task of "protecting the personal safety of the imperial regent". Other matters had nothing to do with him.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 112 A strange food chain appears

Perhaps this time Mortarion did not sow deception in his words, because they were indeed being cared for by a kind father.

Ku'gath thought as he coiled his massive body around a palanquin carried by seven hundred and seventy-seven Nurglings.

The environment on Parmenio was not originally so pleasant for a great demon like it. Reality was too strong, and the warp was too weak. For a powerful being like Kugath, it was like thin porridge, barely enough to fill his stomach, but never enough to make him full. In such an environment, just wanting to maintain his existence in reality was already very difficult for him.

But now it was different. The breezes straight from the garden surrounded Ku'gath, the power of blessing enveloped his army, and the tide of chaos severed the connection between the son of the cursed and the lackeys of the corpse king. All it had to do was find him, defeat him, and take his blood, even if it was just a drop.

There was no way this could fail under the fatherly gaze, and Mortarion could take care of the rest.

These thoughts did not make the depressed Great Unclean One happy. He was in the glorious caress of a loving father, but he still lowered his brows and curled his lips almost blasphemously, and couldn't help thinking about what he would do if he failed.

It wasn't that he wasn't willing to go through fire and water for the grand goal of creating the greatest plague, or for the greater vision that his father needed it to accomplish. He just couldn't help thinking that things could go wrong, as usual.

Ku'gath looked around at the other servants of Nurgle who were surrounding him and sighed imperceptibly: Why couldn't he be as confident and happy as they were?

A voice in the distance interrupted his self-pitying thoughts. Kugath looked up and found that his sedan was close enough to the imperial army. Even his lieutenant, Septicemia, had taken off the flail that was originally hung on his shoulders with great enthusiasm.

"Isn't this the most boring son of the cursed one?" It happily left Ku'gath and walked towards the Primarch who was wrapped in luxurious armor but stained with dirty green blood a little further away. It raised the flail and made the moss-covered stone at the top of the chain rotate above its head:

"I've been looking for you." it said happily.

The huge body of the Great Unclean One cast an inconspicuous shadow in the dim light, even dwarfing the physique of the Primarch. "I am Sepsis, the Seventh Lord of the Seventh Demon Palace. I can tell you openly that no mortal can use his power to call out my name and control me. Of course, the same goes for you."

Guilliman raised his sword indifferently. He did not intend to respond. To him, this was just another enemy to be wiped out from Parmenio. However, another voice replied before he could: "How shameless."

The Primarch was sure that the Imperial Guards and the Ever-Victorious Army had not yet caught up with him. Such a voice that suddenly appeared beside him naturally attracted his attention, and he couldn't help but turn his head to confirm the source:

The figure who had been standing quietly on the roof of his command vehicle came to his side at some point and stood on the dirty and muddy ground in the center of the battlefield. His white clothes and white bow were still spotless.

Judging from his appearance alone, this man seemed to be no different from a mortal. But the Great Unclean One who claimed to be septicemic obviously did not think so. It seemed to have seen something and was obviously more alert than necessary:

"Who are you?" it asked. "This is a holy land that no mortal can enter. The grace of rot and corruption should infect all creatures that set foot on this land. But you are not affected, you——"

"——You filth are not worthy of knowing my name." The man said as he slowly raised his longbow, "My Master is on her way. She may need a more flat and stable piece of land as a landing site."

This first half of the sentence was probably directed to Guilliman, but the second half of his sentence was clearly not:

"When she arrives, you'd better remember what you just said." He looked up at the huge body of the Great Unclean One without fear, and the blue-green flames swirled around the arrow. "Especially, the part about 'no mortal can use his power to call out my name and control me'."

Inopportunely, Guilliman noticed at such a close distance that the arrow on the man's bow had no sharp tip.

-

"Why are there three positioning locations on the Planar Moon?" Sigismund asked, squeezing himself into the Storm's Edge control room with ease. "Aren't we only going to support Lord Guilliman who is trapped in the Warp Battlefield?"

"Of course, because we have other battle plans after this..." Surprisingly, the fearless Fujimaru Ritsuka actually looked guilty and short of breath under Sigismund's "disapproving gaze" and began to try to get away with it, "...I'll take you with me just in case..."

Sigismund still looked disapproving: “You are often too conservative when making plans for others, but you are often amazingly radical when making plans that are only about yourself.”

"…So I'll take you there—"

"——I have to suspect that your so-called 'take me there' is actually a play on words." Sigismund pressed on, not giving in. "You have basically lost all your credibility in this regard."

"So, Somni will be coming with us! We don't have to worry about the firepower!"

"You also know that often it is not the firepower itself that plays a decisive role on the battlefield—"

"I understand your concerns, Imperial Champion Sigismund."

A character no one expected, Somni, seemed to have become some kind of equipment in the main control room and spoke here:

"Considering that the Master's own safety is too important, I will carry out the next scheduled mission alone after supporting the battlefield and sending reinforcements. You can take her away from this ship directly in the next battlefield."

"Hmm? Somni, why are you also——"

"——Okay, I understand, let's do it." Sigismund nodded quickly, said simply "Excuse me", and then very skillfully picked up Fujimaru Ritsuka by the waist and walked out of the main control room.

It can be seen that he obviously has some respect for Fujimaru Ritsuka, but not much.

"——Hey, wait a minute! How am I going to use the Holy Sword Armor after you throw me off the ship? If I didn't know it was impossible, I would really doubt whether you two had colluded in advance?! It should be a happy thing that Somni learned to make decisions on his own. Why can't I be happy at all——Stop, I have to confirm his plan——"

The door of the main control room closed quickly, shutting out the girl's chirping complaints. Somni once again focused on the console in front of him. Due to the influence of the subspace, the Sheba lens could hardly observe normally in this area. The current navigation was completely based on the navigation of the Plane Moon and the simulation calculation of Trismegistus.

But Somni didn't think the ship would deviate. Not only was he confident in his own operations, but he also trusted the Storm's Edge itself. The ship had already experienced more storms than Somni could even imagine, and had crossed strange realms that even the Emperor's Dream had never explored. The interference and concealment of the Chaos Gods could not stop the Storm's Edge.

-

We can arrive at the destination correctly and return correctly. -

Somni spoke to the Storm's Edge itself through a physical cable link. He was not just asking about the current journey, but also about the subsequent risky routes that he had just decided on arbitrarily and had not yet started.

He wasn't completely sure of this. Mathematical and probabilistic calculations told him that this trip would be fraught with danger. The annoying uncertainty brought about a new feeling of "uneasiness" for him, which made him wonder if Fujimaru Ritsuka would also be tormented by similar emotions when he made all kinds of seemingly impossible decisions.

He did not let his thoughts dwell on this for too long, because in less than a microsecond, Storm's Edge itself responded to his question:

-

As long as you and I believe this, we can definitely do it. We will definitely return to the Master. -

That's what Nemo said to him.

Miu (no more)

The festive atmosphere, the Blue Can family reunion itself is a festive atmosphere, there is no festive extra! (Being beaten)

I was actually quite hesitant. I wanted to write a sequel but I also wanted to get through this plot first.

I'll update in October (peaceful).

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 113 UTM48, want to stick

The battle situation has temporarily reached a stalemate.

Although it seemed like an unstoppable force, the imperial regent's original guard of more than a hundred people was now reduced to only about seventy people. Under the subtle encirclement of the demon army, this number was already somewhat stretched. Moreover, they also had to face Kugath and his seven followers at the same time. The offensive of the eight blessed unclean ones seemed particularly difficult to resist in the current environment.

Arjuna's heavy bows and arrows looked even more impressive at such a close distance, and Robouti Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's Sword, could fight the Great Unclean One without losing. The thunderbolts, which symbolized fire and purification, could effectively and significantly damage their enemies both physically and psionically, but - after all, two fists could not beat four hands. Even though Tribune Coken and the Custodians gathered at the front of the battle line, and the Sisters of Silence slowly advanced towards the high-threat targets, the Empire gradually fell into decline.

"When will the support you mentioned arrive?" The Imperial Regent barely found a gap in the fierce battle and threw this question to the man beside him. The latter also replied in the gap between rounds of shooting:

"The flow of time in the subspace is different from that in the outside world. I can only say that when I received the news, the Master had already set off."

As he said this, he calmly re-routed the arrow and slowly took aim - with the Primarch's reaction speed, Guilliman could see that the other party was not in a hurry, but the bow and arrow in his hand and the blue-green light wheel that appeared behind him exerted force at the same time, and the actual firing rate was almost comparable to that of a fully automatic lumberjack.

"Calm down." While suppressing four Unclean Ones at the same time with a very high rate of fire, the man even had the energy to persuade Guilliman, "As long as the starting point and the end point are determined, the Storm's Edge will not be lost in the warp. The only problem is the deviation in time-"

"——The problem is the time——"