I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 307: The Voice of Rescue and Recruitment

Even at a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, Abaddon could clearly sense that there was an aura on the imperial battleship that made him tremble.

That is some kind of blood suppression.

Like a son meeting his father... Pah. I, Abaddon, am not the son of that Smurf!

"Lord Guilliman, a Chaos fleet is attacking an unregistered Imperial fleet."

On the command deck of Macragge's Glory, a giant wearing exquisite blue power armor stood in front of the tactical sphere, calmly observing the situation on the battlefield.

After listening to the intelligence officer's report, his fingers quickly lit up dozens of marks on the gel keyboard of the tactical sphere.

"All troops move out to attack the designated target!"

One hundred thousand imperial warships suddenly split into hundreds of groups and rushed forward as fast as a pack of wolves.

Like sharp knives, they were accurately inserted into the vulnerable nodes of the Chaos Fleet, instantly completing the fleet's octagonal star formation.

At the same time, the statue of the Emperor in the warship of the Hope Fleet shone brightly, emitting thousands of golden lights.

The cold warp energy was forcibly dispelled by the golden light, and the priests of the Sect of Hope glowed with golden psychic energy, warming the warriors around them.

Balls of golden flames appeared in the cabin passage of the human warship, and Space Marines wearing power armor, whose bodies had turned into skeletons and merged with the power armor, walked out of the golden flames.

Suddenly it burst into flames and attacked the invading Chaos Warriors and Demons.

These Space Marines, who seemed to have returned from the world of the dead, fired endless flaming bullets or brandished weapons covered in flames, destroying the invading Chaos army with incomparable efficiency and speed.

The extraordinary regeneration and defense capabilities that the demons were proud of were rendered useless under their attacks. They let out shrill screams and even fled and collapsed out of fear.

As if these Undead Space Marines could actually kill them.

In space, the Glory of Macragge was like a sledgehammer, ramming the Imperial warships.

While firing heavy artillery fire, they charged towards Abaddon's Spirit of Vengeance.

The Chaos fleet's defenses were as fragile as paper in front of this Imperial flagship.

Those devastating artillery fire that fell on the Glory of Macragge was like tickling, and could not even break its void shield.

This battleship even exudes a dazzling golden light that the demons cannot even look at directly, as if it were as heavy as a planet...

"Damn it...I hate the fake emperor!"

Looking at the enemy flagship, he was like a fierce general in ancient times who could defeat ten thousand enemies. He took the enemy general's head among thousands of troops, killed his way through his own heavily defended warships, and rushed to the Spirit of Vengeance.

The flagships of both sides started to bombard each other head-on.

A friendly duel in the traditional style of the empire was carried out.

Macragge's Glory fired hundreds of macrocannon, torpedo, and lance beams at the Vengeful Spirit.

The Spirit of Vengeance responded with hundreds of attacks.

The two giant ships are of similar size. Both are legion-level flagships built by the Emperor for the Primarch ten thousand years ago. They possess powerful attack and defense capabilities.

And now, one of them has become the exclusive property of the Regent of the Empire.

The other one fell into the embrace of chaos and was infused with the power of the evil god.

The two warships, which were originally brothers, fought each other mercilessly. The hulls screamed in the space as they exploded, as if crying for betrayal and past relations.

"My lord, the Spirit of Vengeance can no longer hold!"

The technical director reported with a sad face.

Abaddon's face was so dark that ink seemed to be dripping out.

[Damn false emperor...]

He knew that it was the power of the false emperor bestowed on the Glory of Macragge, just like the power of the evil god bestowed on the Spirit of Vengeance, which gave this imperial battleship incredible extraordinary power.

Sadly, the evil god's power is no match for the false emperor...

The Spirit of Vengeance was actually at a disadvantage in the head-on battle with Macragge's Glory.

With a certain humiliation, Abaddon shouted out the order angrily.

"retreat!!!"

Abaddon escaped with the Chaos fleet.

Leaving behind the wreckage of warships floating all over the sky.

The Imperial fleet did not pursue but remained alert.

The Chaos fleet that is determined to escape cannot be stopped. They can activate their warp engines very quickly and hide in the warp.

Clark and others led the veterans of the Legion of Hope and regained control of the Hope Fleet.

Those Skeleton Space Marines, their bodies enveloped in flames, destroyed the enemy and then disappeared in a flash of smoke.

The flagship Sun received a communication request from the Glory of Macragge.

Clark personally answered the call, and both parties appeared on the holographic projection.

Looking at the tall blue giant in the center of the screen, a face he had only seen in intelligence, Clark took a deep breath and calmed the surprise in his heart.

"I am Clark Kent, Supreme Leader of the Hope System. Thank you very much for your help, His Highness Robert Guilliman."

The blue giant facing the painting said, "Do you know me?"

"I have seen His Highness's portrait. Who doesn't know the famous Imperial Regent?"

"That's good. I came here under the guidance of the Emperor. Fellow citizens of the Empire, on behalf of the Emperor, I welcome you back to the embrace of the Empire."

"As the Regent of the Empire, I will lead you back to the light on behalf of the Emperor. I hope you will obey my command."

The bows of the Imperial Fleet were facing the Hope Fleet, appearing to be encircling it.

They were friendly forces just a moment ago, but now the two sides are on the verge of a showdown.

Everyone looked at Kratos and Clark, and Kratos looked at Clark.

After a moment of silence, Clarke said softly to everyone: "It is not worthwhile for us to conflict with the Empire as it is now. It will only benefit the enemy."

"They will be recruited sooner or later anyway, so just recruit them."

"Zhang Hong should be arriving in Terra soon. Let the boss handle the negotiations himself."

I hope the legion commanders can quickly reach a decision.

Clarke said to Guilliman through the communicator: "Your Highness, we are willing to accept the Empire's incorporation. Please also guarantee the safety of my soldiers and people."

Guilliman said solemnly: "I swear in the name of the Imperial Regent to ensure that your lives will not be threatened and that the citizens of the Hope System will be treated fairly and justly."

With the active cooperation of Clarke and others, Guilliman successfully accepted the "legacy" of the Hope Galaxy.

Guilliman was shocked when he saw the huge Hope-class mothership, the unusually tall and burly God-cast Space Marines, and the various new weapons equipped by the Hope Legion.

I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Hope Galaxy has preserved a lot of technology from the Golden Age? Otherwise, how could we explain that the weapons and equipment in this remote galaxy are more advanced than those of the Empire?

It even far exceeds the new weapons developed by Grand Magus Cawl for the Primaris Space Marines.

Guilliman immediately paid attention to this broken legion.

When he learned that there were still trillions of citizens in the Hope Galaxy taking refuge in other galaxies, His Royal Highness the Regent stated that he would arrange for official imperial personnel and materials as quickly as possible to help rebuild the Hope Galaxy.

"Your Highness Guilliman, this area of ​​the star system has been invaded by Zerg and Greenskins. We have just destroyed the main force of the enemy, and the enemy is in a power vacuum."

"I suggest that you seize the opportunity to completely annihilate these aliens and recapture the Hope Sector."

Clark suggested.

The original structure of the Legion of Hope was basically retained, and he still served as the commander of the Legion of Hope, but Guilliman's people were placed in many key positions in the Legion.

At this time, Guilliman was reading a parchment book of the Cult of Hope with great fascination.

He did not answer Clark's question, but raised the parchment book in his hand and asked, "Who wrote this?"

Clark took a look and found that His Royal Highness the Regent was reading the Code of [Emperor's Truth] of the Cult of Hope. He immediately understood why the other party was so interested.

"This was written by the Lord of Reincarnation himself."

Lord of reincarnation?

Guilliman frowned and ordered Clarke to elaborate.

Clark did not hide anything. As a native of the Hope Galaxy, he told the story of the establishment of the Hope Galaxy and the deeds of the Lord of Reincarnation.

Of course, he concealed the parts that were unnecessary to tell, such as Zhang Hong's identity as a time traveler and the secret that he and others were Zhang Hong's clones.

After hearing this, Guilliman frowned even more tightly.

He was already certain that the Emperor had ordered him to come to this remote galaxy because of the Lord of Reincarnation.

Who is this guy?

Why does it have incredible power like a god?

There are many things He has done that Guilliman is sure even the Emperor could not have done...

Guilliman couldn't help but suspect that this Lord of Reincarnation of unknown origin might be a disguised evil god of the Warp.

Just when Guilliman was struggling with how to deal with Clarke and others and the affairs of the Hope Galaxy.

A majestic aura descended upon him, and he fell into an involuntary trance once again.

To others, Guilliman was suddenly covered in golden light, exuding a majestic and sacred aura, as if he were a god.

After a few seconds, the abnormality disappeared.

Guilliman regained consciousness, looking somewhat depressed.

He said to Clark next to him: "I'm sorry, the recovery of the Hope Sector will have to be postponed. We have more important things to do now."

Guilliman walked to the command desk and shouted orders into the communicator.

"All troops, listen up! Prepare for subspace travel immediately!"

"Target, Terra!"

at the same time.

Somewhere in the southwestern region of the Milky Way's extreme star field.

A Glorious Queen-class battleship is sailing alone in space.

The huge golden lion relief on the side of the battleship shines brightly under the faint light of the stars.

On the command deck stood a tall giant with white hair and an old face, but his body was still tall and strong.

A group of Space Marines wearing black power armor stood around the giant, gazing at the white-haired giant in front of them with admiration from time to time.

Just like a grown son watching his old father's great achievements.

The white-haired giant who was calmly reading out orders in front of the tactical sphere suddenly lost consciousness for a moment.

Coming back to his senses, he gave the order in a deep voice: "Cancel the operation. Navigator, locate the Astronomican and prepare for the jump!"

A few minutes later, the battleship initiated a subspace jump and plunged into the purple vortex.

……

In the Webway dimension, somewhere in a maze-like pipe.

A fierce chase is taking place in the narrow tunnel.

A group of Dark Eldar were fleeing in panic on motorboats, and behind them was a mighty giant with a ponytail and a thick beard. A striking red lightning-shaped scar ran through his face.

The Eldar flying motorcycle showed extraordinary speed and agility under his control.

With a twist of the accelerator and the roar of the engine, the scarred giant caught up with the dark elves.

With the two-meter-long scimitar in his hand, he swung it down and easily cut the last Dark Eldar in half.

It was split in half along with the vehicle under its butt.

"Kill him!"

The Dark Eldar sitting in the back seat of the high-speed flying motorcycle turned around, raised the melta gun in his hand, and fired a deadly beam of thermal energy at the pursuing man.

But what was incredible was that the scarred giant just waved the ordinary scimitar in his hand.

He easily used the blade of the sword to block dozens of shots from the Dark Eldar.

Then the scar-faced giant clenched his left hand in the air, and suddenly a short spear condensed from lightning appeared in his hand.

He threw it violently, and the lightning spear shot out. The white thunder jumped among the Dark Eldars, and amid screams, it pierced through the bodies of more than a dozen Dark Eldars at the speed of light.

Take advantage of the moment when the Dark Eldar is entangled by lightning and becomes stiff.

The Scar Giant controlled the golden flying motorcycle and rushed through the enemy group like a whirlwind, killing all the enemies along the way in a straight line in the blink of an eye.

Ten minutes later.

The last of the Dark Eldar was split in two, and remained forever in this remote Webway along with the burning wreckage of the Eldar motorboat.

The scarred giant shook off the alien blood on the scimitar and sheathed it.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a vast aura descended into his body, and he involuntarily fell into a trance.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, the Scar Giant regained consciousness with a solemn and complicated expression.

Finally, he sighed heavily, his expression became firm, and he drove the golden flying motorcycle quickly towards somewhere on the Webway.

The high-speed flying motorcycle turned into a golden stream of light in the web in the blink of an eye.

As fast as a flash of lightning.