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

Guilliman did not finish the sentence. As he said this, he realized from the diffuse reflection of light in the mist that a huge golden light source suddenly appeared in the air behind him.

“Here it comes,” Arjuna said over the whistling sound of the Triton engines running at full power.

The golden glow that appeared out of nowhere made all the unliving beings on the battlefield pause, and then they shouted in fear. Guilliman should have taken this opportunity to pursue immediately, but some inexplicable throbbing made him unable to help but look back: the slender body of the Storm's Edge was hanging in the mist in the air, and some kind of energy storage mechanism behind the sword-shaped ram on the bow was shining brightly, and the light wheel that escaped was projected in the mist, as if a second sun appeared in the sky.

At that moment, Guilliman realized: the sword-shaped structure on the bow of Stormmarsh was not a ram, but a spear of light.

Guilliman did not feel anything different, but the demons must have felt the same way. In the instant after the golden light appeared, the demon army immediately fell into a state of panic. Everything that followed happened very quickly. He could use his Primarch-level vision to ensure that before the enemy's panic had time to brew into chaos, the light spear at the bow of the Storm's Edge, which did not look like a gathering or guiding structure, had completed the third level of charging. The golden light beam literally pierced through the fog like a spear, and instantly hit the ground a little away from the Empire's array with magnificent power.

——In almost one second, half of Nurgle's army was directly evaporated by this attack. However, the changes brought about by this direct attack of the light spear were more than that:

The fog covering the battlefield dissipated, and the surrounding environment became clear again. This change was not only visual, the loud noise of the Titans' footsteps, the rumble of the bombers tearing through the air in the sky, and the sound of the Imperial vehicles struggling in the mud in the distance also entered Guilliman's perception at the same time. The dissipated fog also returned what they had separated and swallowed at the same time, and the urgent prompt sound from the Imperial Regent's communication link almost gave him a headache.

The blockade of the subspace was lifted, and connection between battlefields was established again.

-

"Anti-threat response valve, temporarily closed; Triton engines, shut down No. 3 and No. 4, execute cooling procedures, and then enter standby; spectrum convergence, Sheba's targeting lock is released; ensure the ship's magic circulation at the minimum flux; the bow holy sword weapon energy storage channel is open, ready to reload at any time; the launch authority is temporarily returned to Captain Nemo of the Storm Edge."

In the main control room, Ritsuka Fujimaru, who had loaded the spiritual data of "Altria Caster" into the Orthnaus exoskeleton, made such arrangements.

"The transfer of authority over the Holy Sword prototype has also been completed. This way, you can use your own judgment to decide when to fire after the next voyage. But I emphasize again that the mission itself is actually an additional task. Success or failure does not matter. You can continue to advance slowly on the battlefield. What's important is that you can all come back safely."

This was probably the third time she repeated the same thing in five minutes, and Somni responded without any fluctuation for the third time in five minutes: "Understood."

The latter showed no emotional response under the armor covering his entire body, but fortunately Fujimaru Ritsuka was already used to it.

"Then we'll get off the boat, okay? Be careful no matter what, okay?" She moved out, looking back every few steps under Sigismund's piercing gaze. "Don't get lost, okay?"

"The vanguard has successfully established the transmission beacon." Sigismund said calmly, "Also, you should think more about what Sevitarion would say if he were stationed here at this time."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll start the transmission right away—"

-

What arrived before the Empire's artillery support was a cold breeze.

This invisible breeze descended from the sky, landed in the center of the battlefield, and blew quickly towards the core area. They blew away the rotten and heavy air, and the slight chill lifted the spirits of the exhausted Imperial soldiers. They quickly swept over the outermost mortal troops, the large number of vehicles crushing the muddy plains, the firstborn Space Marines and their Primaris brothers, and the innermost Custodians squads -

Then, “they” became “them.”

A phenomenon that science could not explain and was incomprehensible had occurred. In the slightly chilly breeze, dense golden fireflies rose up, and the tiny lights gathered and accumulated like gravel, like a burning flame, and then, ultramarine armor emerged from it: new, old, luxurious, simple, uniform, mixed, covered with gilded prayers, and engraved with the truth of the empire in a conspicuous place.

Spanning more than 10,000 years, Ultramarines active in different eras miraculously appeared in the wind at the same moment. The Ever-Victorious Army, Captain, Captain, different logos indicate the eras in which these dead men lived. Some of them have passed down their deeds to this day, while others have disappeared forever in people's memory with the scattered history - but the Emperor remembers, and Ultramar remembers. The warriors who were resurrected from ancient times were therefore able to raise their swords to the enemy at this moment, shouting the unchanging battle cry that has been passed down since the Great Crusade:

"Courage and glory!"

Their accents vary slightly due to the changing times, but the roar of bolter bombs, plasma pistols, chainsaw weapons, or decomposition fields remains the same. The Emperor and Ultramar's warriors kill the enemies of humanity as they appear. Under the looming golden glow, the weaker Unliving are wiped out from the world with screams.

"Courage and glory!"

Guilliman was stunned as he observed everything that was going on. At the same time, he was able to spare some energy to observe the enemy's actions. The first batch of Ultramarines that appeared out of nowhere in a way that he could not understand numbered less than forty. Such a small number of people was just a drop in the bucket for the battlefield itself, but even the Great Unclean One in front of him was shocked by this scene. The second battle cry was mixed with the voices of the Ultramarines who had already fought hard for a long time. No matter how this phenomenon happened, it was obvious that it did boost our morale and also hit the enemy's.

"Courage and glory!"

The wedge-shaped battle formation's precarious defense line was stabilized within a few breaths, and Guilliman could vaguely hear the subtle sound of the transmission beacon running. The Ultramarines, who were forged by the golden flames, were all skilled in martial arts, and the team that was slightly out of touch and almost torn apart by the Nurgle demons was quickly following up to make up. Another gust of cold wind blew, and amid the angry roar of the sepsis, a flame like golden sand ignited beside the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion.

The Great Unclean One was about to charge, but Arjuna suddenly concentrated his firepower nearby and forced all the enemies around him back. Robouti Guilliman now had a small space where he could not be disturbed for the time being, allowing him to carefully see the figure emerging from the flames:

"Primarch!" an urgent voice came from under the red helmet, "You shouldn't always put yourself in danger!"

It was a voice Guilliman knew, a voice he had tried to find after waking up. The Primarch never forgot, so he could not be wrong, but - the voice should have been buried under the dust of ten thousand years of history. How could this be possible?

"Ionide?"

There was a slight tremor in the Primarch's voice.

Meow (six o'clock)

Woohoo, I want to go out and play. I don’t want to type…

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 114 Just take a look at the atmosphere!

Inspired by this miraculous sight, even if they did not fully understand what was happening, the Ultramarines who could see the current situation also felt their morale boosted. But when the thunderous shouts of "Courage and Glory!" paused for a moment, a discordant voice suddenly emerged in the middle:

"Son of the Emperor! Give your enemies death!"

Following Fujimaru Ritsuka himself, Akurdona, who entered the battlefield in the second batch via subspace teleportation, was like a purple cannonball fired from a gun. The moment it landed, it rushed straight to the center of the battlefield.

The Grand Master covered his face and sighed: "He really didn't understand why I put him in the second batch. I shouldn't have had too high expectations of his emotional intelligence."

"But his combat effectiveness is unquestionable," Sigismund commented calmly.

"Speaking of which, don't you think the combat power around me is a bit redundant?" Fujimaru Ritsuka put down her hands, and many legendary sword prototypes from the spiritual base data, which served as magic catalysts, floated quietly around her. "You surround me like this, I can't even see the situation on the battlefield."

——Although the Ultramarines of the Cursed Army dispersed around the defense line after arriving at the battlefield, it was not only Sigismund who remained with her. Cato Sicarius and the five Ever-Victorious Army who were originally assigned to the Tyros Cathedral also followed here as guards. These few Astartes formed a circle to guard the surroundings, which was enough to make Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was short in height, completely unable to perceive the outside world.

By the way, the other five Ever-Victorious Army and all the Black Armored Guards of the Midnight Lords are still in the church, responsible for the security of Kylia under the coordination of Varo Digris and Yago Sevitarion.

During these few words, it was not that no enemy had tried to attack them, but those hasty and ineffective attacks could not break through the defense line of the Ever-Victorious Army. The entire team began to move towards the front line of the battlefield according to the predetermined plan. This process was much easier than expected - after all, just now an Akuldona had killed his way through the middle of the enemy camp, and there were almost no obstacles left on this straight line.

Unlike when he was alive ten thousand years ago, Akuldona now holds two swords, one long and one short, that are emitting green light in his hands at the same time. Neither the long sword nor the short sword has a guard on the handle, and the sword body seems to be made of some material between crystal and metal, and it is obvious that it has a psychic field.

Even after changing his weapon, Akuldona was still the legion champion with unparalleled sword skills. If you could watch his movements in slow motion, you would find that after he charged into the enemy camp, he moved forward like he was strolling in a garden, his long and short swords coordinated perfectly, his movements were graceful and smooth like a dance, and wherever he went, there was only death under the turquoise glow.

The two swords in his hands seemed to encounter no resistance when cutting through those high-level demon hosts that ordinary weapons were helpless against, not to mention the lower-level zombies and Nurglings. When encountering those huge and annoying beast demons head-on, Akuldona could also avoid all the rapid collisions and attacks of the opponent without any panic, and find the right opportunity in the moment when the two sides passed each other, and accurately hit the demon's fatal point with the long sword in his hand - the green glow on the sword would further and thoroughly do the rest, making it completely annihilated in this universe.

Akuldona crossed the battlefield unhindered, and before his allies could react, he turned into a purple shadow, leaving behind all their exclamations and doubts (including the glares of his cursed colleagues in the Ultramarines) and focusing only on running towards the strongest enemy on the battlefield - he didn't even notice that he was flashing through the open space between Roboute Guilliman and Ionid Hill who were talking.

Finally squeezing out from the gap between the Space Marines, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who saw this scene from a little further away on the battlefield, sighed sadly again. For a moment, she didn't know whether to blame Akuldona for not paying attention to the atmosphere, or to blame Captain Hill for standing so far away from her genetic father.

Although this is not fair to Captain Hill who did nothing wrong, Fujimaru Ritsuka has realized that it is meaningless to blame Akuldona in this regard. After all, that is an emotional intelligence that even the wisdom of the dragon cannot save (as well as painting, literature, cooking skills and dozens of other abilities besides swordsmanship)!

After the touching atmosphere of "meeting again after thousands of years" was abruptly interrupted, Guilliman realized from Hill's angry roar ("Akuldona!") that such an intense battlefield was not a good time to express his feelings. For a moment, he was unable to break free from this mixed feeling of joy, sorrow, shock and confusion. If you analyze the expression on his face carefully, you can draw a pie chart of the proportion of various emotions, but his attention has indeed returned to the current battlefield situation.

The largest demon still stayed on its sedan, but its attitude was obviously no longer as leisurely as before. Although it did not get off and move on its own, it frequently threw flasks filled with plague from its sedan, summoned rotten-looking wood blocks, and used these evil spells to kill and injure the soldiers of the empire. Its seven followers had not yet been reduced in number, but they looked much more embarrassed than before. The arrows burning with blue flames still burned their huge and rotten shells to carbonization and charring after evenly distributing the firepower. The false god's gaze and blessing had never left them, so they were still able to stand on the battlefield.

Akuldona, who suddenly broke into the battle formation, obviously didn't think so much. Rather than saying "he picked one of the seven Great Unclean Ones as his opponent", it is better to say "he simply picked the one he bumped into first as his opponent". The long war under the throne that lasted for ten thousand years allowed him to accumulate enough experience in fighting enemies, and his swordsmanship that had reached perfection was also very effective when facing huge enemies.

"I am——"

"Who would exchange names with someone like you?"

As these words came out, the long sword in Akuldona's hand had already collided with some kind of spiritual power field in front of the Great Unclean One, producing green sparks. A hazy glow spread along the seemingly empty void, as if the filthy force field created by the other party's spell itself had a physical body.

The laughing Great Unclean One was horrified when he saw the glow on his opponent's sword. He grabbed a ball of dirt from the air with one of his diseased, deformed hands and threw it at Akuldona, trying to taint the two swords in his hands. But the latter simply dodged with a light and graceful movement, and at the same time, threw his long sword at the Great Unclean One's chest, causing the green aura to completely sink into the rotten flesh that had lost its psychic defense.

The demon was indeed panicked for a moment. The spiritual energy that did not belong to it burned fiercely in its chest, bringing it the pain of death, but not as serious as it had originally imagined. The Great Unclean One thought it understood something, and its sad face smiled again. It struggled to reach the sword on its chest with its short and deformed arms, and tried to pull it out with a provocative look. Akuldona seemed to be confused for a moment because the attack did not achieve the expected effect. At this moment-

"Bolverk Gram!"

A resonance of spiritual energy came from afar, causing drastic changes to the long sword that pierced the Great Unclean One's chest. The green light that was originally wrapped around the sword suddenly became stronger, and the hazy light curtain condensed into a blazing flame in an instant, like a sun of a different color, directly exploding in the Great Unclean One's body, quickly burning its essence. Amid the miserable cries, the originally huge body of the Unliving One quickly melted and disappeared on the spot like a wax figure.

"How many times have I told you! This move is to 'draw out the power of the sword before throwing it'! Did you forget about it the moment Sigurd returned?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's angry voice sounded from a distance, "Don't mess around with such a life-and-death issue! If you are not sure, don't pursue the original effect, and keep holding the sword in your hand! If the spiritual base I have loaded is not suitable and I can release the treasure beyond my authority, you will have to start your life over again!"

The long sword - the magic sword "Gram" - flew crookedly back to Akuldona's hand under the guidance of the spirit base. The latter protested somewhat embarrassedly: "But I think I should have succeeded?"

"——Don't worry about what you think! Let's think about what the sword thinks! Hurry up and admit the reality that you really have no talent in spiritual base operation!"

The anger in Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice clearly increased to a higher level.

Miu (no more)

Lie down peacefully.

Tomorrow there will be two chapters of the main text + a small side story. The main text will still be on schedule, but it is not recommended to wait for the side story as it may be very late.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 115 The Value of the Crown Master

Gram, the sword of the Nordic dragon-slaying hero Sigurd, is a rare "magic sword" with the "sun" attribute. This is why, although this sword is a magic sword, it can also serve as an excellent catalyst to guide the Emperor's psychic energy - it should be like this.

In Akultona's hands, this sword is just "a sword" most of the time.

In fact, at the beginning, Fujimaru Ritsuka summoned Sigurd to see if he and Sigismund could get along. Names themselves have power, especially in this world, corresponding names will bring corresponding fates. Considering that Gramer's first owner was Sigurd's father Sigmund, and there was basically only a slight difference in language evolution between Sigmund and Sigismund, Fujimaru Ritsuka was quite confident about this.

But something happened that would take a long time to explain. Sigismund was considered more suitable for other spirit bases, so Sigurd was left vacant. As a heroic spirit from another world, it would have been fine for him to return like this, but out of some excessive sense of responsibility, he decided to try to choose a warrior worthy of entrusting his power to among the Cursed Army - and then he chose Akuldona.

The specific process is not short, but when Fujimaru Ritsuka realized it, the two of them had already started to hug each other for some unknown reason. But this pairing cannot be said to be very appropriate and safe, it can only be said to be very messy and full of loopholes.

However, Sigurd knew that Akultuna had almost no psychic power or magic talent, and he could have anticipated that there would be many problems in the process of adapting to the spirit base; Akultuna also expressed his understanding and agreement about everything he might encounter after accepting this power, thinking that he could walk this tightrope... Then Fujimaru Ritsuka really had nothing more to say against it. She really had never been a person who could be tough to the end.

All in all, this crazy combination seemed to run smoothly after Sigurd's consciousness returned to the seat. It was gratifying that there had been no problems so far, but Fujimaru Ritsuka was really worried that one day Akuldona would meet a captive lady like Sigurd and start a life-and-death love affair with her... but that was too far off topic.

At least for now, Akurdona, once again realizing that the sword was best used as just "a sword" in his own hands, was on the verge of successfully chopping the second Great Unclean One into pieces.

After Arjuna slowly withdrew from the front line to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side without leaving a trace, the spike of the entire wedge formation inexplicably became Akuldona, and even the Imperial Regent who was originally in the front had to take second place - and soon became third, because Ionid Hill had already roared and rushed forward, taking over a defensive gap that was slightly relaxed due to Arjuna's suspension of output. Even while he was firing at the weaknesses of the Great Unclean One with his bolter, causing considerable damage to it that ordinary bolters could not cause, he intentionally or unintentionally stood on the path that Guilliman had to take if he wanted to move forward, clearly wanting to squeeze his own Primarch to the back row.

This made the Primarch himself feel a little helpless.

The battlefield on the plains was not that narrow, and the so-called "must-pass road" was not impossible to bypass. Before he was really ready to do so, the reunited Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence had already gathered around him and gathered around the Imperial Regent.

"This place is far from safe." Kirken, who was also bathed in the dirty blood of the enemy, said, "We must get you out of here."

"No." Contrary to everyone's expectations, the voice that objected was a young girl's. "The war has reached this point. In the sense of mysticism, this has become a battle to 'determine the ownership of the planet.' As the master of Ultramar, he must stand here."

Kirken turned his head in anger and looked down at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "You short-sighted mortal, do you realize what you are talking about? Do you think that the fate of just one planet is enough to put the Imperial Regent at risk?"

"I didn't say that. Often the process of a match is much more important than the prize of victory." Fujimaru Ritsuka responded naturally, "In this war, the person who cares most about Parmenio's fate is now in the Cathedral of Tyros. I only care about what kind of opponent we will face in this battle to 'determine ownership'."

"Varied--"

Obviously, Kirken had something to say, and he even uttered the first syllable angrily. But then, the sentence he was about to say was abruptly stuck in his throat halfway through.

"...My Lord?" the Tribune of the Guards asked in a hesitant and unbelievable voice.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook his head: "I can only be regarded as an incompetent mouthpiece. Let's not talk about this——"

The uproar on the battlefield drowned out the rest of her sentence.

"I am Sepsis, the seventh lord of the Seventh Demon Palace!" Kugath's adjutant shouted in embarrassment. In fact, it is very difficult to judge whether a Great Unclean One is in perfect condition or at the end of its strength from its appearance - after all, they always look rotten, sick, and dilapidated.

But at this moment, everyone present could judge from the demon's cowardly shouting that its condition was obviously not very good in many ways.

"I am Sepsis, the Seventh Lord of the Seventh Demon Palace!" It declared loudly again, "The Cursed Should Be Cursed Thrice! I Know You Are Watching! Come Out and Face Me!"

Hearing this, a strange expression suddenly appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, and Arjuna beside her even sneered.

Sensing something was wrong, Sigismund wanted to hide his protector behind him again, but before that, she herself had spoken: "I heard it, Sepsis, the Seventh Lord of the Seventh Demon Palace."

Facing Sigismund's disapproving gaze, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised two fingers and whispered, "I'll just say a few more words to it."

The sound was not loud, but it somehow penetrated all the noise on the battlefield and was clearly heard by everyone. The Great Unclean One's gaze successfully locked onto the seemingly weakest mortal in the front line of the battlefield, and this mortal also dodged the obstruction of others, stood calmly on the ground, and looked into its eyes with his light amber eyes.

"I am the Grand Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka. The person you are looking for is right here." She raised her left hand, "And a piece of advice: you sub-space creatures had better be careful with your names."

Sepsis suddenly noticed due to her movements that she had a stigmata that looked like a shield on her left hand.

It didn't think much about it, but the next moment, as it took a step forward, it realized that it had made a big mistake. The stigma suddenly glowed red, and something was connected to its soul and essence at the same time. This connection was very thin and fragile, and the other end pointed to an ordinary mortal. Under normal circumstances, this would only give it an extra snack. Sepsis would not have thought that this would cause any trouble in the current situation - if it could still think about it.

Before it could even begin to think about the significance of this action, or make a decision on whether to sever this connection, sharp, hot, violent spiritual energy, with a roaring momentum to devour and destroy everything, rushed out from the weak filament.

"——Wh, what? Why?! This is impossible!" Sepsis screamed in horror. Following the illusory path, golden flames ignited from its body out of thin air, burning and roasting its corrupted and rotten internal organs. The infection and fungi in its body quickly scorched and destroyed, and the blessed vitality was also being rapidly devoured. The Great Unclean One clearly felt the fate of its impending demise, so it roared with fear as it stepped forward: "Why can you connect with me only through a name! I clearly didn't tell you my real name!"

In its dying struggle, the demon tried to pull out the rotten greatsword it carried on its back and swing it at the fragile and tiny mortal in its eyes. But as it raised its sword above its head with its flaming arms, the sword, which was also born from its essence, shattered in the process of swinging. Next came its feet. After its limbs turned into black smoke, the blood-septic beast fell to the ground without support. The intense pain made it cry miserably, and Fujimaru Ritsuka just watched it all indifferently.

"If you want to completely dominate a demon, you must use its real name." She calmly explained to Sepsis, who probably couldn't make out what she was saying, "But what I need to do is not to dominate you, but to establish a magical channel between you and me. A 'bond' of 'exchanging names' is enough, and the Emperor's psychic power will naturally complete the rest."

Sepsis, which was rapidly turning into ashes, uttered an unwilling cry with its remaining soul: "...That...is not...the real name..."

In response, Fujimaru Ritsuka just smiled politely as if he had heard a bad joke: "Why are you so obsessed with this? 'Emperor' is not his real name, right?

"——If you are just looking for a 'symbolic reference', then for me, there is no need to strictly follow all the rules."

Meow meow (six o'clock).

The extra chapter is about the story of Brother A and Brother Xi becoming a pair (???), you can just purchase it according to your needs (you).

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 116 Some Small Shocks of the Fifth Evil God

The disappearance of the sepsis had obviously dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Nurgle army.