Chapter 770: For Ultramar

"Oh, the great Lord of the world of Ultramar 500! Oh, the supreme Lord of the 13th Legion! He has come with a heart full of vengeance and endless hope! That is the brave and fearless Lord Guilliman! Let us praise him together!" Along with this passionate shout, countless fanatical believers tightly grasped various weapons in their hands, excitedly raised their heads and cheered for the magnificent and shining Macragge's Glory in the sky.

Then, they brandished the sharp blades in their hands without hesitation, and like a surging tide, they rushed towards the huge swarm of insects that was overwhelming and swarming in front of them without hesitation.

"Lord Guilliman..." someone murmured to himself, his eyes full of admiration and expectation.

"Everyone prepare for the support operation! Immediately deploy the 150,000 elite Space Marines in our fleet to the battlefield! Since these audacious enemies dare to invade the sacred Ultramar, don't even think that any of them will escape from here alive!" Guilliman raised the long sword that emitted a sharp cold light and roared at the top of his lungs to give orders.

Then, he quickly scanned the scattered and shocking ruins on the ground below with his sharp eagle-like eyes.

In an instant, a strong intuition surged into his heart - he keenly realized that the leader of the invading enemy was hiding deep in the vast land beneath his feet.

"Damned alien bastards! Today is your end!" Guilliman roared in anger, then jumped straight off the battleship.

He was wearing a gorgeous blue and gold Armor of Destiny. The solid blue armor was carefully inlaid with dots of gold decorations as embellishment, making it look even more dazzling and majestic under the sunlight.

At this moment, this powerful warrior was like a meteor that streaked across the sky, rushing into the thick and dense atmosphere from the orbit of a distant planet with the force of thunder.

"The Primarch has gone down. Everyone cheer up and get ready for battle! We must keep up with the pace of the Primarch!" shouted a captain of the Honor Guard with a high military rank.

After hearing the order, the members of the Honor Guard acted quickly and filed into the drop chamber. Then, they followed Guilliman's huge figure and stepped into the battlefield filled with smoke and flames without hesitation.

Each of the Honor Guards is a vivid representation of the Emperor and the Primarch's ideal Space Marine, one that will be remembered forever by the world.

They not only possess fearless courage and tenacious will, but also excellent fighting skills and noble character.

Among these brave warriors, those who are fortunate enough to hold high the chapter flag are honored as the Ancients of the Chapter. They shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting the glory and history of the chapter. And those warriors with the most outstanding military exploits will be crowned with the supreme title of Chapter Champion, and become role models admired and emulated by all Space Marines.

"For the Emperor! For the world of Ultramar 500!" As the passionate slogans rang out, tens of thousands of Space Marines, like a surging steel torrent, began to launch a landing charge towards the surface of Macragge.

At the same time, the naval warships in space were also on high alert. They aimed their guns precisely at the tens of thousands of densely packed Zerg fleets in the planet's orbit, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

"Open fire!" With the commander's order, the Star Destroyers and battleships instantly entered attack mode, and powerful firepower gushed out.

The fighter planes of the Imperial Navy were seen speeding and crisscrossing in the air like lightning. They nimbly dodged the enemy's attacks and continuously released deadly missiles and dazzling blaster beams.

For a moment, countless rays of light shuttled back and forth in this narrow battlefield, forming a thrilling picture.

Immediately afterwards, one powerful torpedo after another whizzed out from the launch bay.

These torpedoes are rapidly accelerated to several times the speed of light by advanced propulsion systems, and then fired at the enemy with tremendous force.

When the torpedoes hit the biological warships, dazzling flames burst out in an instant and deafening explosions rang out one after another.

Countless Zerg fleets were shattered by the impact of the explosion. Even the large number of Zerg that had just been bred inside the biological warships were not spared and turned into flying powder.

"Keep attacking! For Guilliman!" a captain shouted at the top of his lungs.

Before he finished speaking, one battleship after another adjusted their directions and aimed the powerful cannons on their sides at the surging swarm of insects.

As the captain's order was given, macro cannon shells tens of meters long were ejected like giant spears, smashing into the insect swarm with devastating power.

Every shelling caused violent vibrations and billowing smoke, as if to tear the entire world apart.

At the same time, the situation on the ground battlefield gradually improved.

The landing force led by Guilliman himself displayed unparalleled combat effectiveness, especially the huge and well-equipped Titan units.

The two Warlord-class Titans advanced forward with heavy steps like unshakable mountains. The weapons in their hands spewed out blazing flames, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Zerg.

Next to them, a more powerful Warmaster-class Titan was like a god of war. Every attack it made could cause a bloody storm and make the Zerg invincible.

In addition, a steady stream of mortal auxiliary troops also closely cooperated with the Titans to fight. Although their individual strength was relatively weak, they also caused considerable trouble to the Zerg with their tenacious will and fearless courage.

However, this was just the tip of the iceberg of the support forces. Thousands of Transformers emerged from the clouds and transformed into fighter jets from the Imperial Navy to escort the transportation of ground troops.

"Soldiers! Attack! Ouch! My waist!"

A Leman Russ main battle tank began to deform as soon as it landed on the ground, and a tall Transformer struggled to get up from the ground.

"Tell the Air Force to throw it more accurately for us!"

A Land Raider also began to transform after transporting the Space Marines. The surrounding Space Marines stood around these Transformers and looked at them vigilantly.

"Okay, we'll attack from the right, and you guys from the left. We just need to use the stuff we have to hit the big guy on the opposite side, and then the mission will be over. Do you understand?"

The Transformer who turned into a Land Raider looked at the Space Marines around him, then pointed into the distance and said.