This Portal captured the attention of everyone on Macragge.
Guilliman put down the Documents in his hand, looked up at the strange Sounds from outside, and frowned slightly, immediately interrupting his Strategic Discussion with his Staff.
"Follow me out to see," he said to the Proconsul beside him, his voice steady and firm.
Stepping out of the Great Hall, Guilliman immediately sensed the Abnormality. The Light of the Macragge Star was being obscured by some kind of Colossus, and the Sky presented an unnatural dimness.
He then looked up at the High Altitude and was instantly stunned in place.
A Golden Portal, colossal like a Galaxy, hovered outside Macragge's Orbit, its edges flashing with familiar Energy Ripples.
Then something even more shocking occurred: a gigantic Steel Planet was slowly traversing the Portal, sailing toward Macragge.
"Intercept! Prepare Defenses!" a Veteran Company Captain immediately reacted, activating his Communicator.
Guilliman raised a hand to stop him. "No need." His gaze did not leave the Portal, his expression focused.
"The Energy on this Portal is the same as the Portal that sent me back to Macragge," Guilliman said in a low voice, yet full of conviction.
His Mind raced, analyzing the situation before him. This War Planet must be the Support promised by the 'Emperor' from the Parallel Universe.
His powerful Strategic Instinct immediately assessed the Tactical Value of this Planet.
"If we can effectively utilize such a War Planet, the process of reclaiming our lost Territories will be significantly accelerated," Guilliman pondered, his eyes full of Anticipation.
Even across a very long Distance, Guilliman could make out the silhouette of the colossal Cannon at the center of the War Planet.
He roughly estimated that the Muzzle's diameter was at least 1,000 kilometers. Even if such a Muzzle could only launch Shells, its Power would be sufficient to destroy an ordinary Planet.
The War Planet gradually approached Macragge, and a huge Fissure suddenly cracked open on its Surface. Countless Battleships poured out of the Fissure, deploying into an Array in Space.
Guilliman used the surrounding Observation Equipment to carefully examine these Battleships. As a Commander proficient in Tactics, he immediately realized that the Scale of these Battleships far surpassed any existing Vessels in the Ultramarines' Chapter fleet.
"Even my former Flagship, the 'Goddess of Glory-class Battleship,' is insignificant compared to them," Guilliman was internally shaken, but outwardly maintained the composure befitting a Primarch.
A Tech-Adept of the Mechanicum rushed to Guilliman's side, handing him a Data-Slate.
"Honored Primarch sir, according to the Data transmitted by the Orbital Satellites, that War Planet exceeds 12,000 kilometers in Diameter, and those Battleships..." The Tech-Adept's voice trembled with Excitement, "Each one is no less than 100 kilometers in Length."
Guilliman took the Data-Slate, meticulously checking the Numbers on it. The Data was incredible, yet it was genuinely presented before his eyes.
As the Data was confirmed, Guilliman's mood gradually shifted from Shock to Excitement.
Guilliman calculated silently in his Mind. These enormous Battleships in the Sky and the central War Planet would be a decisive Advantage for the imminent Counteroffensive.
Just one such Battleship would be enough to alter the course of a Galaxy-level War.
His Tactical Brain immediately began formulating how to most effectively deploy these Forces to maximize their Advantage on the Battlefield.
'Is this the Support Force the Emperor from the Otherworld spoke of? They are truly powerful!' Guilliman couldn't help but think to himself.
The Ultramarines gazed at the dense Fleet in the Sky. Even Veterans who had experienced countless Campaigns couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"By the Omnissiah..." a Tech-Adept of the Mechanicum muttered, his voice a mix of Fanaticism and Awe.
Guilliman's Thoughts were spinning, already considering how to integrate this Fleet into his Strategic Plan.
Which Frontlines most needed this kind of Firepower Support? Which lost Worlds should be reclaimed first? These questions flooded his Mind like a tide.
As a Master Strategist, Guilliman knew that possessing Power and using Power correctly were equally important. If these Battleships and the War Planet were properly deployed, they could completely shift the Balance of Power against the Forces of Chaos.
His gaze returned to the Golden Portal, silently thanking the Emperor's Wisdom.
Regardless of the origins of this 'Emperor of the Parallel Universe', as long as he could help the Imperium of Man regain its Glory, Guilliman was willing to cooperate with him.
This colossal Fleet before him would be an important Bargaining Chip for the Imperium of Man's Counterattack.
Guilliman was deep in thought, calculating how to maximize the use of these Battleships and the War Planet. He pondered which Frontline they should be deployed to, and which Battlefield most needed this level of Force.
Just then, another gigantic War Planet slowly emerged from the Portal.
Followed by the third...
The fourth...
Afterward, a continuous stream of War Planets crossed through the Void, pouring into the Space surrounding Macragge.
Guilliman's eyes widened at first, then his expression froze, and finally, only Numbness remained.
He had experienced countless Campaigns, witnessed the Emperor's Great Crusade Legions, and the Prosperity of the Imperium during the 30K period, but he had truly never seen a sight like this.
The Ultramarines were equally dumbfounded. These Astartes who had fought bravely on countless Battlefields for thousands of years felt like mere Recruits.
"May the Omnissiah protect us..."
The Light of the Star was obscured by the War Planets. Over a hundred War Planets eventually arrived before the Portal closed. They orbited around Macragge, each emanating a Golden Yellow Energy Glow.
Guilliman couldn't help but recall the Ancient Terran Myths: a hundred Suns in the Sky, a Sign of the Apocalypse.
The scene before him was so similar to those Ancient Prophecies, but this was not the Doomsday of Humanity, but the Doomsday of the Xenos.
The Internal Hatches of the War Planets opened, and countless Battleships flew out, aligning themselves in dense, orderly Arrays in the Void, appearing like a Steel Firmament from afar.
Guilliman looked at these Fleets. These Fleets were enough to sweep away enemies in any known Star Sector.
Suddenly, a peculiar Battleship caught Guilliman's attention.
This Battleship's Style was different from the others, instead bearing some resemblance to the Aeldari Style.
The Battleship had an overall Cruciform Structure, with two pairs of gigantic Energy Wings extending from its back, like an Angel from Mythology.
This design reminded Guilliman of his Brother—Sanguinius.
The Battleship flew rapidly, finally hovering several thousand meters above the Surface of Macragge.
Several Figures leaped from the Battleship. They quickly descended through the Atmosphere and halted just as they were about to touch the Ground.
To stop instantly after such a high-speed descent, as if Inertia did not exist, was amazing. Even more surprising was that they didn't even stir up a Breeze.
The Figures hovering in mid-air slowly landed. Guilliman began to scrutinize the Visitors. His gaze first locked onto the Leading Figure.
That was a Warrior close to three meters tall, clad in Blue and White Power Armor. The entire Armor Set looked incredibly Technological, with flowing lines and a sense of Power.
The newcomer was Ge in his Monarch Mech: Black Tortoise Armor.
Behind him, a Female Warrior in Red and White Power Armor was particularly eye-catching.
It was Leina wearing the Monarch Mech: Vermillion Bird Armor.
Behind them, several Warriors in similarly styled Armor flanked them.
Guilliman noticed that while the Design of these Armor Sets was completely different from Imperial Technology, their Functionality appeared to be more Advanced.
Ge stepped forward, his strides firm and powerful. Every step carried a unique sense of Steadiness, the composure brought by great Strength.
He walked up to Guilliman, his Height nearly matching the Primarch's.
"Hello, I am Ge Xiaolun, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion from the Parallel Universe Empire!"