The conversation between the two ended with Guilliman accepting the compensation Noah offered, and as soon as he did, they both stood up.
Besides sharing this information with Noah, Guilliman's remaining task was to inform Noah that they could now depart.
Guilliman: "My army is ready. We can depart now."
Upon hearing this, Noah gave Guilliman an 'ok' gesture.
"Alright, your compensation will be delivered to you in two hours.
If you can't wait that long, you can depart first. I'll catch up to you very quickly, after all, your warp travel speed is simply too slow."
"No problem, two hours is nothing. The Imperial fleet can prepare to depart perfectly."
With so many resources to receive, why would Guilliman not be willing to wait? Of course, he was willing to wait.
After exchanging these final words, the two parted ways. Noah chose to return to his cruiser to oversee the production of these orders.
Guilliman, on the other hand, reassembled his troops and delivered a final pre-departure speech.
However, at this moment, his heart was filled with confidence. He believed that with Noah's presence, the success rate of this expedition to Terra would definitely not be as difficult as his previous relief effort to Terra.
An hour later, after Noah had delivered all the necessary supplies to the Ultramarines Chapter, the expeditionary fleet set sail.
The fleet plunged directly into the turbulent warp for their journey.
The current turbulence of the warp was negligible for Noah, but not for the Imperial fleet.
Therefore, the journey to Terra could only consist of continuous short and medium-distance jumps.
Even so, the risk was extremely high, with several ships disappearing during each entry and exit from the warp.
The Gellar fields of some warships also malfunctioned, and in an instant, Nurgle Daemons, covered in disgusting slime, appeared on the ships.
These Nurgle Daemons began to engage in fierce combat with the human crew.
Feeling that familiar yet nauseating warp energy appear within his sensory range, Noah became enraged.
Guilliman was not on any other Imperial warship; instead, he was with Noah on Noah's cruiser.
After all, his safety needed to be guaranteed.
Nowhere in the entire fleet was safer than Noah's cruiser.
On Noah's Myriad-class cruiser, there were not only his 20,000 PDF troops and 400 Psykana Legion soldiers, but also a full 600 Space Marines and various Inquisition forces, making its defenses the strongest.
This was merely a description of the ordinary troops, not to mention Noah's mechanical legions.
And the dark matter shield, constantly functioning on the warship, also indicated that the energies of Chaos could not infringe upon this warship, not even a single iota.
In fact, the energies of Chaos were constantly being absorbed by the warship's warp generator. For Noah, warp energy was not something to be avoided at all costs; rather, it was merely a high-quality energy source.
Of course, none of this could prevent Noah from sensing that disgusting energy.
When that nauseating energy appeared within Noah's sensory range, a massive psionics lightning bolt formed in his hand.
Simultaneously with this psionics lightning bolt, another psionics lightning bolt appeared outside the warship.
The one inside was merely a shadow; the one outside was the primary means of attack. But the moment that massive psionics lightning bolt appeared, the Great Unclean One was stunned.
The terrifying aura emanating from the lightning bolt directly annihilated some of the lesser Nurgle Daemons.
And when the Great Unclean One saw the psionics lightning bolt aimed directly at him, the entire daemon was in a bad state.
He could feel the destructive aura contained within the psionics lightning bolt; if he were hit by it, his entire existence would be erased.
The next second, all the Nurgle Daemons instantly vanished, fleeing in all directions.
As they began to flee, the psionics lightning bolt shot out from Noah's hand, striking his position.
The Great Unclean One sent by Nurgle vanished without a trace, and all the Daemonic units that had invaded the human Imperial warships were directly annihilated.
Immediately after, Noah's powerful psionic energy spread out, enveloping all Imperial warships. The warm power dispelled the influence of the warp.
When such a scene appeared before the eyes of the Imperial forces, they all knelt down devoutly and shouted,
"The God-Emperor above, this is a miracle."
This was a miracle; no matter which Imperial citizen witnessed it, it was a blatant miracle.
After all, what else besides a miracle could explain the direct annihilation of warp Daemons, who didn't even dare to approach the warships?
Under Noah's protection, the Imperial fleet completed this small-scale jump. When they reappeared in real space, Noah withdrew his power.
During the next entry into the Great Warp, Noah found Guilliman and presented him with his idea.
"The disgusting nature of these warp Daemons has exceeded my expectations, and the energy here is truly nauseating. I cannot casually squander my energy, so for safety's sake, I plan to make some other arrangements."
"You see that I have a Psionic Legion. I plan to deploy this Psionic Legion inside every Imperial warship to deal with these warp Daemons."
"At the same time, I will also dispatch my PDF troops, and with your Ultramarines, we will form Space Marine combat teams to deploy on each warship, responsible for protecting them."
"Although my power can protect you, it needs to be used to counter more other threats, so I cannot always spend it so freely. What do you think?"
Noah's proposal was clearly extremely reasonable, and Guilliman had no reason to object.
Therefore, this proposal was approved by Guilliman as soon as Noah brought it up.
The Ultramarines began to mobilize, and the PDF troops also mobilized.
The Psionic Legion was directly mobilized; each Psionic Legion soldier could carry 50 Space Marines.
When these soldiers were deployed to other Imperial warships, Noah's cruiser became empty.
However, no one felt panic, because the sense of security still existed.
The powerful dark energy shield still protected this warship. At least from the current situation, unless the Chaos Gods personally intervened, the dark energy shield could withstand it.
As for not being able to withstand the personal intervention of the Chaos Gods, that was mainly due to the energy core's problem; the core's power generation was simply insufficient.
Under the protection of Noah's fleet, the Imperial fleet could be said to be quite safe.
After re-entering the Warp, they did not experience attacks from Warp Daemons; the Psionic Legion used their psionic powers to deter the surrounding Warp Daemons.
That powerful psionic energy made ordinary Warp Daemons believe it was the presence of a Great Daemon, and with a Great Daemon present, how could ordinary Daemons possibly appear?
The fleet was in a very safe state.
However, it was clear that this was not what the Warp Daemons wanted to see.
The revival of a Primarch had excited the Warp Daemons, and they eagerly wished to corrupt the 13th Primarch, Roboute Guilliman.
This Primarch, the least favored among the Primarchs, known as the ambitious Guilliman, was about to receive a warm welcome from his brothers.
As Guilliman and Noah's combined fleet was about to reach the galactic core, the loyalists were dragged into the Maelstrom by the evil sorcery of the traitor Primarch Magnus.
Noah's cruiser was naturally unharmed.
But the Imperial warships were different; they simply could not resist such Chaos sorcery and were swallowed by the Maelstrom.
Faced with this situation, Noah had no choice but to enter as well.
He had no choice; his own troops were in there.
At the same time, the others were also human.
Within his capabilities, Noah naturally had to save them as much as possible.
"Warships prepare to enter the Maelstrom. Also, Guilliman, what kind of grudge do you have with your brothers? Why do they all want to kill you?"
Noah glanced helplessly at the somewhat embarrassed Primarch standing beside him.
"I just don't understand. Why do all your brothers want to get rid of you? Alas, there's nothing for it. Since it's happened, we'll just deal with it."
Noah's words carried a hint of helplessness; he couldn't understand why the Primarch beside him was so hated.
Guilliman was too embarrassed to speak, just standing innocently to the side.
Now he dared not say anything, dared not do anything.
The cruiser rapidly accelerated, rushing into the Maelstrom at superluminal speed, quickly appearing around its own fleet.
Beside them were large numbers of Chaos Fleets.
The Chaos Astartes had already begun boarding actions, with large numbers of Chaos Astartes boarding Imperial warships and attempting to slaughter the personnel within.
Generally speaking, or theoretically speaking, such tactics by the Chaos Astartes should be effective in Imperial warfare.
And after they boarded Imperial warships, ordinary Imperial Navy personnel were indeed no match for them.
But it was clear that this time they were destined for disappointment; when they excitedly boarded the warships, they were met head-on by the Psionic Legion and the PDF troops deployed within each warship.
To capture Guilliman, the Chaos Astartes had concentrated several Warbands, over 6,000 Chaos Astartes.
Such powerful combat strength was theoretically sufficient to capture Guilliman.
The Red Corsairs thought so; they believed it was almost impossible for them to fail.
After all, with the battle at this point, how could they possibly lose?
But often, things do not turn out according to human will; instead, all sorts of unexpected events occur, such as now.
When 6,000 Chaos Space Marines directly encountered the 400 Psionic Legion members and 20,000 PDF troops deployed by Noah, a great battle erupted.
Facing the PDF's phase bayonets and power swords, the Chaos Space Marines encountered an unprecedented Waterloo.
The phase bayonets, as if meeting no resistance, effortlessly pierced through the ceramite armor of these Chaos Space Marines and split them in half.
The PDF troops formed groups of three, engaging the enemy with bayonets, while their gauss rifles fired continuously, inflicting blows on these Chaos Space Marines they had never imagined.
The powerful offensive capability of the gauss rifle was enough to make these Chaos Space Marines experience what high-tech weaponry felt like.
Ceramite armor that bolters couldn't penetrate was effortlessly pierced by gauss rifles, and in close-quarters combat, their ceramite armor was also no match for phase bayonets.
The phase bayonets easily cut them in half.
And them?
Their chainswords struck the enemy's power armor but failed to cause much damage.
They exerted their full strength, but in reality, they were powerless; no matter how they counterattacked, no matter how hard they tried, the Chaos Space Marines could not break through the defensive line formed by the PDF troops.
These PDF were like an iron wall.
Not to mention the Psionic Legion behind these troops.
The soldiers of the Psionic Legion were even more powerful; fierce psionic lightning crisscrossed the entire battlefield, and every Chaos Space Marine struck by them was instantly reduced to ashes after a single blow.
The opening of the Great Rift not only caused the Imperium to suffer an unprecedented Waterloo, plunging the Imperial armies into a dire situation.
The opening of the Great Rift also made the Psionic Legion even more powerful.
Energy from the Warp was easily called upon by the Psionic Legion and became a sharp blade in their hands, fiercely attacking all invading enemies.
By the time Noah arrived at the battlefield with Guilliman, the battle was actually almost over.
The Chaos Astartes were struggling under the encirclement of the PDF.
The Red Corsairs suffered heavy casualties in this operation, but their gains were minimal.
After Noah's warships arrived, he received a communication request; it was a communication request from the Red Corsairs.
Although Imperial communication equipment was terribly bad, they could still communicate over short distances.
At the same time, because their communication equipment was terribly bad, Noah had long since mastered it.
Now, Noah looked at the communication request coming from inside his warship, and after a moment of thought, he chose to accept.
"Accept the communication request and connect to their comms. I want to see what these guys have to say, and I also want to ask them why they are all so fixated on Guilliman?"
"I just don't understand. Although this guy seems to have signs of ascension, he hasn't completed it, has he? Why are they all fixated on him!"
"I just want to safely reach Terra and then ask what happened. These guys all coming out to stop me is simply outrageous."
Even with his excellent moral character and high moral standards, Noah was now slightly irritable and quite displeased, while also glaring fiercely at Guilliman.
Although he had figured out what a Primarch meant, in Noah's view, it shouldn't be *that* important, right?
What importance could a Primarch who hadn't fully completed his ascension have? At least wait until he's ascended, right?
So it must be because Guilliman's relationship with his brothers wasn't good!
Faced with Noah's gaze, Guilliman became even more awkward, shrinking his head like a child who had made a mistake.
Seeing his actions, Noah felt even more certain that his guess was correct.
The communication was connected, and a leader of the Red Corsairs appeared on the communication screen. Noah didn't even wait for him to speak before asking directly.
"What is the meaning of this? Why are you plundering my fleet? If you cannot give me an accurate answer, then you won't be leaving!"
The Red Corsairs had not yet recovered from the shock of the communication actually being connected when they were met with Noah's interrogation.
This situation undoubtedly left them a bit bewildered, but they quickly reorganized their thoughts, elegantly ignored Noah, and began to curse at Guilliman.
"You ambitious Guilliman, you still say you have no ambition, tell me, what is this? You actually schemed against us!"
"You brought over 20,000 Astartes, and so many Psykers. Do you still not say you are ambitious? Damn it! Among all the Primarchs, only your heart is black!"
The Red Corsairs cursed at Guilliman, while Guilliman on the side looked even more innocent. He clearly did nothing, so why was he being subjected to such insults?
Guilliman wanted to curse back, but considering that this was Noah's warship and Noah was the owner here, he should wait for Noah to speak before he did.
Therefore, he still waited for Noah to speak first.
At this moment, Noah could be said to be quite angry. He was actually ignored, he was ignored by a bunch of idiots, this was simply outrageous!
Noah clearly didn't want to argue with them and directly issued an order to the warship.
"Fire at full power and smash all those warships opposite us. Let them know what politeness is!"
Noah didn't bother arguing with them and directly launched a heavy attack.
cyclone missiles, particle lances, point defense, and a series of other weapons fired at full power, and a large number of attacks went directly towards the Chaos Fleet.
In the next second, these Red Corsairs' warships were instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal. In the depths of the Maelstrom, a fireworks show began.
After only 10 minutes of engagement, all of the Red Corsairs' warships were reduced to scrap, with only those who had completed boarding still remaining.
But it was clear they wouldn't live much longer, because the Red Corsairs' act of insulting Noah directly enraged the PDF troops and the Psionic Legion.
These Chaos Space Marines were truly too impolite, so the PDF troops' attacks became even more frenzied.
Just 5 minutes after the warships were destroyed, all the Chaos Space Marines who had completed boarding were also eliminated.
The battle ended, leaving only a mess.
It could only be said that it was fortunate these Red Corsairs weren't crazy enough to deploy their Blackstone Fortresses, otherwise Noah would definitely have thought about seizing the Blackstone Fortresses as well.
The war ended, and Noah's cruiser led the way, choosing to guide these Imperial Fleet ships out of the Maelstrom and back into the reality of the universe.
Until the fleet returned to the universe, Guilliman had still not recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
What did he see?
A Chaos Fleet was slaughtered in an instant, like little chicks, in front of Noah's cruiser!
Such a scene was almost deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't believe everything he saw.
After all, fleet battles in warhammer usually take a long time, unlike Noah's almost crushing strike.
In contrast to Guilliman's continued shock, Noah's mood was not very good at this time. He glanced at the surrounding Imperial Fleet.
Not a single warship in the entire expeditionary fleet was intact; almost all had sustained varying degrees of damage.
Especially those warships that had been boarded, Noah knew very well that taking these things into this chaotic Warp would only lead to death.
However, judging by the human warships in this universe, if they didn't enter the Warp, hoping their flight speed could reach the Solar System was simply wishful thinking.
That would take too long, and he didn't have that much time to waste.
"What do you say, Guilliman? Is there any way for your fleet to be repaired? Otherwise, I don't think we can enter the Warp, so what about our journey?"
After some thought, Noah chose to throw this question to Guilliman.
It wasn't that he had no way to solve this problem; he only needed to take out a large number of industrial robots from his small backpack, and then some resources, and he could repair this fleet for him.
After all, the warships of this expeditionary fleet had almost no technical content in his eyes; he had completely mastered them.
But why would he do this? Wasn't he spending his own resources?
Unless Guilliman offered to reimburse these resources, he would never spend such an unjustified amount of money.
The reason Noah was asking Guilliman now was to wait for Guilliman to offer to pay.
Guilliman was pulled back to reality from his shock by Noah's question.
He took a deep breath, his blue eyes sweeping over the battered, sparking fleet displayed on the main screen.
Each damaged behemoth felt like a stab to his heart.
These were valuable military assets of the Empire.
Just give up like this?
Impossible.
Fly back to the Solar System in real space?
As soon as this thought appeared, Guilliman immediately rejected it. Even though he was now in the center of the galaxy, traveling in real space would span years, even decades.
This was absolutely an unacceptable luxury and a huge strategic risk.
But dragging these broken ships through the Warp?
That would be like walking through a lunatic-filled ammunition depot with a torch, purely suicidal.
"Lord Noah."
Guilliman thought a lot, and finally he looked at Noah; this was his last hope.
This mysterious individual had brought him too many surprises, and everything he saw in the Warp also explained some things to him.
"The power you just displayed, and your ability to maintain such a huge and stable ship structure in the Warp... this is beyond the scope of our known Imperial technology."
Guilliman stepped forward: "You can so easily defeat a Chaos Fleet, so you must have extraordinary achievements in materials, energy, and engineering."
"May I ask if you have a way to repair these damaged fleets? If there's anything I need to do or pay, please just say it. I will do it and I will pay."
He immediately made his promise, and at this moment, Noah also got the answer he wanted, and he stated his demands.
"I don't need much, but you should have seen that I have a Psionic Legion here, and I want revenge on the Chaos Gods.
In that case, the Psionic Legion is indispensable. I need you to agree that I will not pay blood tithe to the Empire, and at the same time, the Empire needs to provide me with Psykers."
"I need to form a Psionic Legion to deal with those Chaos Gods in the Warp. Since they dared to make me suffer such humiliation, then they must also pay the price."
For now, he couldn't build a doomsday artifact.
After all, this thing was a secret among secrets, a top secret in federal military technology. Even though he was a top scientist in the federation and had participated in the design of the doomsday artifact, he had only participated in a part of it.
Now he didn't have enough technology to manufacture this doomsday artifact.
And most importantly, a part of the doomsday artifact's technology was still locked, and it seemed unlikely he would be able to decipher it in a short time.
But this didn't mean Noah could let those Chaos Gods off so easily; the necessary revenge must come.
Since he couldn't directly drain the entire Warp with a flush toilet, he would directly form a Psionic Legion to confront them head-on.
In other words, his actions meant that Noah was not prepared to pay blood tithe to the Empire now; he hoped the Empire would pay blood tithe to him.