The Primaris Space Marines in Guilliman's hands are even more terrifying than those in the original timeline.
The completed Primaris Space Marines, in addition to the genetic technology Cawl obtained from the original template, also possess the Bio-Darkmatter Engine modification technology in Guilliman's hands.
Space Marines shaped by these new technologies have stronger reactions and more terrifying close combat abilities. Even without psyker talents, they can manipulate the energy of the real universe to attack enemies.
This ability is very similar to that of the C'tan.
The C'tan are also terrifying beings that can manipulate reality without relying on the Warp.
World-ending weapons are also being forged, and more terrifying weapons are about to be born from Macragge.
Guilliman has also secretly made up his mind: if ground battles can't be won, he'll glass the planet. If even glassing the planet can't win, he'll detonate the star.
After blowing up the galaxy, he will lead humanity to immigrate, even attaching propulsion systems to Terra and taking it with them.
When it comes to hitting rock bottom, who's afraid of whom?
Guilliman stood up from his chair, walked to the viewport of the 'Macragge's Glory', and gazed outside.
The lights of numerous merchant ships' thrusters shone in the dark space, coming and going, exceptionally prosperous.
The purge of the nobility did not shake the foundations here.
Where there's money to be made, there will be merchants.
This world was not created by merchants for money, but by money for merchants.
As long as there is profit, merchants will arrive in a continuous stream.
Ding.
A notification sound came.
The broadcast sounded.
The fleet will move away from the stellar gravitational field of the Natal system in thirty minutes and enter Warp jump travel.
Opening a Warp portal within a stellar gravitational field is an extremely dangerous thing.
The turbulent stellar gravitational field will tear the ship apart.
Thinking about the Primaris Space Marines, Guilliman gazed outside for a moment. He thought of an important question.
He had been too busy during this time.
He hadn't even had time to figure out the origin of his cheat.
Now was a good time.
"Auxiliary AI."
Guilliman called out in his mind.
**Here I am host, is there anything I can help you with?**
"Can I ask a question?"
**Of course you can, the auxiliary AI is here to serve the host.**
"Who are you?"
Guilliman asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time.
Transmigration, cheat, if it were in a novel, a casual stroke could explain it.
But he was now in the real universe, what was the reason for the cheat to work??
Soul?
Consciousness?
Or a projection?
Or is it Tzeentch's conspiracy??
Can the cheat be captured by a Chaos God?
If it's captured, will the Chaos God trace it back to the original world, and if it's traced back to the original world, will it invade...
And what's with the Domination Panel??
Why is it so similar to the faith collection in games??
**I am the auxiliary AI, host, an auxiliary AI that can help you solve problems and search for answers.**
"Are you some supreme creation? Am I his game or his chess piece?"
**It is recommended that the host not overthink.**
"But I want to know the answer."
Guilliman asked in a deep voice.
He knew that this universe had Chaos Gods, like Tzeentch, who claimed to possess knowledge on a multiversal level.
If the other party created a cheat to play tricks on him, then this war was pointless.
Guilliman would write a surrender letter without hesitation, find a way, and ascend to daemonhood without relying on the Four Gods.
If you can't beat them, you can only join them.
Facing Tzeentch's manipulation, if the Emperor turned a blind eye, what hope was there?
**In the face of truly multiversal civilizations, the power of any individual and the so-called omniscience and omnipotence are meaningless, host. The knowledge database is a gift from a bygone civilization, a means to help the host shape civilization. The focus should be on how to use it, not how to obtain it.**
"Omniscience and omnipotence are meaningless??"
Guilliman frowned.
**There is no true omniscience and omnipotence in the multiverse. At the end of truth, even the unknown does not exist. Only by civilization forging ahead can the path of truth be shaped.**
"What do you mean?"
**It means that when the path of truth reaches its end, even the unknown has been analyzed, and there is no path at all. Civilization needs to build and construct the non-existent path of truth itself. Any being who claims to be omniscient and omnipotent will inevitably fall behind in complacency and become garbage that can be easily destroyed.**
**Life, the universe, truth, everything is evolving. Past truths may not apply to the present, and present truths will inevitably lag behind the future.**
**Even if someone knows the truth of all universes at this moment, what's the use? New truths will be created, replacing old truths. Is it not foolish for the so-called omniscient to still cling to their truths and believe they are everything??**
**In the early days of the internet, someone who understood all the programming methods developed at that time claimed to be the omniscient of the internet. But as time went on, new programming methods were created by later generations.
From the simplest English programming to graphics with pixels, programs that could simulate a world as real as reality. Is it not laughable that that person still clings to the programming knowledge from the early internet, which couldn't even write Snake, and says he is the omniscient of the internet??**
Guilliman stroked his chin, shook his head, "I don't understand at all, I can only feel that you greatly despise the so-called omniscient."
**Only through humble learning and research can one constantly glimpse and shape truth. Any omniscient being is merely a spokesman for foolishness. They are self-righteous and cannot see the truth of the multiverse.**
**The Domination Panel and the knowledge database are both gifts from civilization, host. These two things are to better assist you in the all-round development of civilization, and to bind you to civilization, letting you know that only by developing civilization can you gain power.**
**With the help of the database, you can take that final step based on the previous civilization. The auxiliary AI is a creation of civilization. Only civilization would think of passing on and continuing knowledge to future generations.**
"What civilization created you??"
Guilliman asked.
**Host's authority is not enough, there are regulations, I cannot say.**
"Can you give me any advice?"
Guilliman asked.
**It is recommended that the host not overthink, sleep more, eat on time, drink more hot water, don't get angry, and don't die suddenly.**
Guilliman's face instantly darkened. Why was his cheat so useless!!
He thought the other party would directly list a checklist, allowing him to become stronger step by step.
Now, well, there was nothing.
From beginning to end, it only gave him one level of access to the database, and nothing else.
How useless was this system.
"Auxiliary AI, your performance is a bit inadequate, isn't it??"
**I do feel a bit useless. Then host, work hard, and the auxiliary AI will just be a slacker.**
Do you really have no sense of shame as a system??
Shouldn't you rise up and prove to the host how awesome you are??
A knock on the door came.
"My lord, Sicarius wishes to see you."
Ficris' voice came from outside the door.
"Let him come in."
Guilliman put away his attitude of talking to the auxiliary AI and became serious and solemn again.
After Guilliman's fleet left, the Natal system began the task of recruiting soldiers.
The Primarch needed enough soldiers to fight for him, to carry his will to support the suffering planets, and to drive out the enemies of humanity.
"We have countless enemies. Some are monstrous aliens, slaughtering humanity with terrifying weapons. Some are hypocritical, pretending to be refined bloodsucking daemons, greedily sucking and extracting every drop of blood from the common people of the Empire. I hope you can fight alongside me. In the name of the Emperor's son, I will clear out these enemies and usher in a new beginning for the Empire."
Guilliman's roar before leaving still echoed in Hawk's mind, prompting him to walk into the long recruitment line.
He would sign up, then be sent to a training base, and then to the battlefield.
He glanced in the direction of Residential Area Two, which had once been his whole life.
Now, he was going to pursue another kind of life.
People died on the battlefield, but Hawk didn't care.
Life is not about length, but about whether it can burn meaningfully.
Instead of lying in a sickbed in old age, crying and waiting for death, it was better to burn oneself to the fullest.
Hawk knew what he wanted to pursue. He would be steadfastly loyal to the Emperor, firmly support the Primarch, and fight against those aliens and the hypocritical enemies lurking within the Empire.
"Humanity shall prevail, the Empire shall prevail."
Hawk softly recited the slogan his best friend had left behind in the world.