So, what you mean is that this incident was mainly caused by the blackstone fortress on Cadia being destroyed by a guy named Abaddon, which led to the entire Eye of Terror being exposed?
And this bastard named Abaddon actually wiped out an entire planet of fellow humans, billions, tens of billions, even hundreds of billions of people?
Noah was a bit angry; his emotions were no longer stable, beginning to show some turbulence, while Guilliman, across from him, once again affirmed Noah's words.
"Yes, that's right. The reason there's so much energy this time is mainly because the blackstone fortress on Cadia was destroyed, the entire planet was destroyed, leading to the appearance of the Great Rift, splitting the Imperium of Man in two."
Guilliman's affirmative words further enraged Noah.
The catastrophe caused by the destruction of the blackstone fortress was simply too immense, and Abaddon also destroyed a planet, causing hundreds of billions of fellow humans to die—such crimes are simply too numerous to list.
Such a thing was even more unacceptable to Noah than seeing a group of aliens appear on the Terran Federation's side. What kind of rebellion was this?!
Powerful psionics emanated from him.
Noah's psionics became even more terrifying; powerful psionics spanned across all of Macragge, forcefully purifying all the chaotic god energy that surged in from all directions.
Anger was also a way to make one's psionics stronger; now Noah's psionics was even more potent. If that thing appeared before him again, it probably wouldn't just be a small wound anymore.
At least at this stage, Noah could make that wound larger, causing Nurgle some pain, and not just embarrassment.
Of course, those were other matters, and at this moment, Guilliman also felt the powerful energy emanating from Noah. Such immense power made him unable to even think of resisting.
He could only keep trying to persuade him.
"Calm down, calm down, you must calm down, don't be impulsive."
The 13th Primarch, regarded by others as a Son of the God-Emperor, at this moment showed no resemblance to a primarch; instead, he was as humble as an ant.
Guilliman's words had some effect. Under Guilliman's words, Noah reined in his aura, then showed an apologetic expression.
"My apologies, I lost my composure just now. It's truly because Abaddon, this fellow, has committed sins that are too grave."
"His actions have severely violated the laws of the Imperium. To make him pay a sufficient price for his deeds, I will definitely apprehend him, then grind his bones to dust and utterly obliterate his soul!"
Noah said fiercely.
As for how to utterly obliterate a soul, he naturally had a way: stuffing it into a Synapse Machine, of course.
Just as waste utilization, let him contribute to the development of technology before he dies.
"Lord Guilliman, I am very sorry for such a loss of composure."
"I will compensate for all the losses caused to your fortress and planet. Please do not worry about these things."
The now calm Noah once again became the person with the highest moral standards in this universe. He looked apologetically at Guilliman and also at Hera Fortress, which had been damaged again due to his powerful psionics.
Although at this time, this fortress once again entered renovation, the Psionic Legion and PDF once again began reconstruction, and the machine guards did likewise.
Just a few minutes later, Hera Fortress was restored to its original state.
Its defensive capabilities even received a significant boost.
Guilliman naturally wouldn't say much to Noah about this matter; he merely expressed magnanimity.
"Lord Noah, you are too kind. Anyone would indeed be angry upon hearing such things. My emotions were the same as yours when I heard this news."
"However, unlike you, you possess powerful strength, which caused such losses. I didn't have such powerful strength at that time."
As he spoke, Guilliman also showed a bitter smile. If only he also had such powerful strength like Noah, that would be great.
Noah's immense power reminded him of the immortals who were once by his father's side, especially the Malcador the Sigillite.
Such powerful strength, perhaps only that Malcador could compare to it.
Guilliman was uncharacteristically lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Noah began to calculate the losses he had caused and how much he should compensate Guilliman.
After all, these were the properties of fellow humans, and it made no sense for him to destroy them without offering some compensation. Therefore, after completing his calculations, Noah spoke.
"Regardless, this problem was due to my oversight, so I am willing to give you some compensation. I noticed that many soldiers in your troops are wearing power armor of inconsistent models."
"As compensation, I am willing to gift you 6,000 sets of your Terminator power armor."
"At the same time, you will also receive all the necessary Supporting weapons and equipment: 6,000 power swords, 6,000 thunder hammers. Although I cannot provide you with your bolters, I am willing to compensate you with another 6,000 gauss rifles."
"Also, I just took a look at what you call gene-seed, and I think I can completely help you produce a batch of them. So, I will give you another 40,000 gene-seeds then. These should be enough to compensate for the losses I caused."
Guilliman, who had originally intended to refuse Noah's compensation, suddenly didn't want to refuse after hearing all that Noah said.
Refuse?
Only a fool would refuse such a large sum of military equipment, plus a large batch of gene-seeds. Who would refuse?
Unless he was mentally deficient, he would never refuse such a generous gift.
"Thank you very much; you are truly too kind. The compensation you've offered far exceeds the losses you've caused; it's actually quite a lot."
"But as you know, I am truly too poor here, so I can only shamelessly accept it."
Guilliman didn't even bother with pleasantries, directly stating that he was ready to accept it. After all, this was a full 40,000 gene-seeds, plus those gauss rifles.
Cawl had conducted some research on Noah's gauss rifle weapon, and the conclusion was that after assembling various precise equipment, he could produce one.
However, the rarity and scarcity of the various materials required were unimaginable.
It was impossible to mass-produce such a weapon.
Each gauss rifle was a precious existence. Now Noah directly promised him so many; how could he bear to give them up?
Noah, however, didn't care about the so-called overcompensation. After all, for him, these things were very easy to handle; he just needed to enrich his cruiser and then throw the materials in to produce them.
As for where these manufactured materials came from?
That would, of course, be directly taken from Ultramar on the spot—
For him, it was just a matter of starting the machines; there was no loss at all.