Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Father! What happened?" Sevatar trotted to Koz's side and asked anxiously.

His eyes were full of concern and confusion, as if he had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

"I... saw the future, damn it! Go to Macragge! Now! Right now!" Koze held his head with his hands, a painful expression on his face.

Just now, he saw a vision of the future of the Empire, and the ending of Guilliman shocked him.

If it were the self-destructive and indifferent Koz of the past, he would probably have given up at this moment and let the situation develop.

But since accepting Yang Cheng's teachings, he deeply understood that the future he saw was just one of many possibilities.

But now he knows that he must go all out to try to change this terrible future.

"How far are we from Macragge now?" Curze, trying to hold back a headache, was eager to know the distance between them and their destination.

"About 3 light years away. If we start the warp engine at full speed, we can reach the world of Ultramar 500 in less than a day." Sevatar stared at the console in front of him, his fingers quickly operating various instruments, then turned around to report the situation to Curze.

"Okay, then let's move forward at full speed and support Ultramar as soon as possible!" Coze gave the order without hesitation, his tone firm and resolute.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - to save the future of the empire, no matter how great the cost.

"All Space Marines of the Night Lords Legion, listen up! Prepare for battle immediately and do your best to support the world of Ultramar 500! At the same time, quickly dispatch fleets from surrounding sector governments and armed ships owned by Rogue Merchants to come to reinforce, and make sure you arrive in Ultramar within a few days! This is a battle of life and death, and we cannot afford to lose!" Curze roared at the top of his lungs, his majestic voice spreading throughout the legion through the communication channel.

"I understand, Master Primarch..." Responses came one after another, but everyone was aware of the difficulty and urgency of this mission.

At this moment, on the other side far away, the fleet led by Guilliman was speeding at an astonishing speed.

Various instruments on the bridge were flashing, and the crew were busy in a tense and orderly manner.

"My Lord Primarch, based on our current sailing speed, we are less than 9 hours away from Macragge. Based on this situation, we will definitely be able to successfully support Lord Euden!" Hill stood beside Guilliman excitedly, his eyes full of expectation and confidence.

However, Guilliman frowned slightly, staring solemnly at the endless starry sky ahead.

He was silent for a moment and then slowly spoke: "No, Hill, my intuition tells me that things may not be that simple. This airspace is too quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel strangely depressed. Order the entire fleet to remain highly alert and be ready for battle at any time!"

Hill's heart tightened when he heard this, and he immediately turned around to convey Guilliman's order. The entire fleet instantly entered a state of combat readiness, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound, the huge and sophisticated radar array on the warship that was originally operating quietly suddenly flashed a heart-pounding light, as dazzling as lightning across the night sky.

However, just a moment later, the light was quickly extinguished like a candle in the wind, and the screen of the entire radar array fell into darkness.

"What's going on?" Guilliman frowned and stared at the abnormal situation in front of him with sharp eyes.

Although such a small change seemed insignificant to the current situation, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if an invisible big hand was quietly reaching out to them, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Praise be to the Messiah Ohm..." At this moment, two Mechanicus sages dressed in heavy robes and smelling of engine oil hurried to the damaged radar array screen.

Their transformed faces were solemn, and they held incense sticks emitting rich fragrance in their hands. They began to pray devoutly, muttering to themselves to the unresponsive equipment in front of them.

Almost at the same time, an even more violent impact swept in like a raging wave, slamming hard into the magnificent battleship, Macragge's Glory.

The entire warship suddenly shook violently, and various instruments and equipment inside the ship emitted bursts of mournful sounds. Alarms sounded one after another, echoing throughout the cabin.

"What's going on? What exactly happened?" Guilliman asked loudly with his eyes wide open.

"My Lord Primarch! It's bad, we've encountered terrible Warp turbulence!" The captain's face was filled with panic. While hurriedly reporting the situation to Guilliman, he was frantically directing the crew on the battleship to try to steady themselves and try to break free from the powerful and strange binding force of the Warp turbulence.

"My lord, the time around us is speeding up at an unimaginable speed!" An officer reported to Guilliman in horror, his voice trembling with extreme fear. "This is the Warp, my lord! In this mysterious realm, time and space have no fixed rules at all! If we can't get out of this predicament as soon as possible, then by the time we finally reach the real world, hundreds of years may have passed!"

Hearing this, Guilliman frowned tightly, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

He shouted angrily: "Then find a way to get out of this predicament! Ultramar needs us now!!"

After saying that, Guilliman quickly walked to the porthole of the battleship and stared at the surging waves of the warp outside the window, like a raging storm.

Those distorted energy waves continuously impacted the battleship's shield, making deafening roars.

Guilliman knew very well that this sudden disaster was no accidental coincidence.

There must be a dark hand behind the scenes manipulating everything, with the purpose of preventing him from going to support Ultramar.

However, at this moment, facing such a dangerous situation, the actions he can take are extremely limited.

There seemed to be no other effective way to deal with it except to use his own strength to break free from the turbulence of the subspace. But no matter what, he would never give up easily. Even if there was little hope, he would try his best to fight for a glimmer of hope.

"For the 500 Worlds of Ultramar! For Macragge!"

"Praise Om Messiah, with the power of the God of All Things, help us escape the harassment of the Sea of ​​Souls."

Countless prayers and roars rang out in the warship, and countless crew members stayed at their posts while shouting.