From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 575 "May wisdom and courage be with you"

When Tatooine's twin stars climbed to the zenith and blazing white flames poured down, the temporary base built by Sigismund had already "stood" tall in the desert.

Several ancient Gobi canyons crisscross like scars left by a giant god. The rock walls are tall and steep, and the weathered stone pillars are like silent guards, remaining strong despite billions of years of wind and sand erosion.

The underground river surges at the bottom of the valley, and the turbid water meanders through the sandstones, injecting vitality into this rare oasis on this desert planet.

The engineering department embedded the main body of the base deep in the canyon and built a multi-layer defense system with the help of the natural terrain.

The most important thing is the outer energy shield generator array. The light blue ion barrier trembles slightly in the heat wave, isolating the deadly radiation of the twin suns and possible orbital bombardment.

As for the middle layer, it is a psychic barrier set up by Hera herself. Those translucent light curtains with flowing divine runes are like flowing amber. Any unauthorized intruder will be frozen and disintegrated by the power of the goddess of marriage.

This was the time when the sun on Tatooine was at its strongest.

The light from the two stars was refracted by the canyon walls, forming a magnificent halo above the base.

The sunlight from the upper layer was a dazzling platinum, while the sunlight from the lower layer was scattered by the sand and dust and turned into a dull orange-red, as if the sky itself had been split in half by a sharp blade.

The energy shield glowed with rainbow color under this double illumination, and occasionally a miniature sandstorm would hit the barrier, exploding into countless spark-like energy ripples.

At this moment;
Sigismund took off his helmet and let the dry, hot wind of Tatooine brush across his chiseled features.

Inside a thirty-meter-tall observation tower outside the base, the legendary commander of the Imperial Fists stood with his arms folded, overlooking the busy and orderly scene below like a sculpture.

The cliffs on both sides of the canyon cast jagged shadows, shrouding the entire base in mottled light and shadow.

The fortifications constructed by the Engineering Department within twelve standard hours can be called a military miracle, the nano-alloys glow with a cold metallic luster under the scorching sun, the automatic turrets slowly rotate like vigilant hounds, and the hum of the energy shield generators, combined with the whistling wind of the Gobi Desert, form a unique war song.

A large, winding team was passing through the narrow entrance of the canyon.

There were still some traces of burning on the power armor of the battle knights. The chess players among them held high the flag with the imperial emblem, opening a safe passage for the civilians behind them.

In addition to holding flamethrowers, bolt guns and other weapons, the battle sisters' devout chanting also echoed behind their masks.

The Iron Wing Knights and the giant dragon Nirenhog drew a warning arc in the air, vigilantly scanning every crevice that might hide a threat.

The civilians staggered across the canyon and, under the guidance of the Sisters of Battle, entered the outermost waiting area in batches.

The agents of the Inquisition held detectors and coldly scanned the pupils of every survivor.

The agents were followed by their own terminators, and their voice machines gave mechanical instructions: "Please remain calm and accept inspection."

Although these civilians had crossed the 200-kilometer Death Desert under the protection of Hera, the goddess in charge of marriage and fertility used her divine power to build a psychic barrier for the team, which in theory had filtered out all potential chaos pollution.

But Sigismund knew that on this planet shrouded in the shadow of the Warp, one could never be too cautious.

The strict inspection of the Inquisition is not only a procedure, but also a symbol - a symbol of the human empire's never-slackening vigilance against Chaos.

Suddenly, Sigismund's eyes narrowed slightly.

Even without the aid of his helmet's enhanced vision, his genetically enhanced eyesight picked up on the anomaly.

Where the northern desert meets the skyline, a vague "human" figure is approaching the base at a very fast speed.

The way it moved was definitely not that of an ordinary human. Each leap covered a distance of dozens of meters, raising a long trail of sand and dust behind it.

Sigismund's fingers unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword.

In this volatile battlefield, any unidentified approacher could be a threat.

However, he soon realized that the lone figure was not an enemy, but the goddess of war, Athena, who was attracting the main force of Chaos for them.

The giant dragon Nirenhog also noticed the appearance of Athena. His pair of black wings that were strong enough to block out the sunlight flapped violently, and his scales reflected a molten gold-like luster under the twin suns of Tatooine.

Roar~——!
With a dragon roar that shook the earth, the ancient beast turned around and galloped towards the north.

Every flap of his wings stirred up violent air currents, turning the sand on the ground into spiral dust storms.

In a moment, Nirenhog appeared above the base carrying the goddess of war.

When the giant dragon's huge shadow enveloped the entire canyon, the civilians on the ground looked up, shocked to the point of forgetting to breathe.

In their universe (Star Wars), creatures like dragons only exist in ancient legends, not to mention that the person riding on the dragon's back at this moment is a female war goddess radiating golden light.

The humans from the nomadic tribes of Tatooine were the first to kneel, their rough palms pressed against the hot sand and their foreheads pressed against the ground.

These residents who have lived in the desert all their lives never thought that they would be able to witness the arrival of gods in their lifetime.

An elderly man was trembling all over, his cloudy eyes reflected the miracle in the sky, and his cracked lips silently moved the prayers passed down by his ancestors.

The rest of the humans stood there in a daze, dropping the objects in their hands to the ground;

Some subconsciously drew unknown runes on their chests - although they were not sure whether the goddess in front of them belonged to their belief system;
Most people stepped back instinctively, but couldn't help but open their eyes wide, for fear of missing this supernatural scene.

The reactions of the alien races varied.

The Twi'leks' thick "antennae" trembled, and they could clearly feel the waves in the air. Some of the more vigilant "aliens" gathered together, their thick fingers tightly grasping the small blaster weapons they carried, but they did not dare to really raise them.

Athena leaped lightly from the dragon's back, and the Spear of Victory in her hand emitted a soft holy light.

When she stood with Hera, the divine light flowing around the two goddesses intertwined, forming a circle of visible psychic ripples in the air.

The civilians unconsciously raised their hands to shield their eyes. It was not because the light was too dazzling, but because the mortal souls instinctively feared this existence beyond dimensions.

The entire canyon shook as Nierenhog folded his wings and landed on the ground.

On his body, which seemed to be carved from obsidian, every scale was engraved with ancient runes, which now flickered with his breathing.

When the dragon lowered its head, its breath melted glass-like traces on the sand, and several civilians who stood too close hurriedly stepped back.

Boom, boom!

At this time, the unique heavy footsteps of magnetic boots came from not far away.

Sigismund, who had put on his helmet again, appeared with more than a dozen Imperial Fists wearing Terminators. Their power armor shone a cool ivory white in the sun.

When Sigismund's eyes fell on the child wrapped in a golden cocoon of light in Athena's arms, this battle-hardened warrior was visibly stunned.

Even through the visor, he could feel the amazing potential contained in that young body.

"A Primarch?" Sigismund's voice came through the speaker of his helmet, with a rare hint of uncertainty.

After hearing the word "Primarch", the Terminators behind him adjusted their positions at the same time, forming a tight protective formation.

This discovery was so shocking that even these iron-clad warriors were briefly disturbed.

Athena nodded slightly and showed the child in her arms to everyone.

The light cocoon becomes transparent at the right time, revealing the sleeping baby inside.

His face was peaceful, but there were faint star-like lights flowing between his hair.

As the twin suns shone on him, everyone could clearly see that the air around the baby produced a subtle distortion of light, as if reality itself was paying homage to him.

!!!

At this moment, the residents of Tatooine were completely plunged into chaos and awe.

Those gods and dragons that originally existed only in ancient legends are now standing alive in front of them. As for the baby who was escorted by the gods themselves, what kind of fate does it hold?
An old, gray-haired colonist suddenly fell to his knees, tears rolling down his weather-beaten cheeks.

"The Chosen One."

The old man choked up and said, "This must be the Son sent by the light side of the force to save us."

His words caused ripples among the crowd, and more and more people began to kneel down. Even the most stubborn alien race had to admit that everything before their eyes was beyond their understanding.

Primarch?

The Spartans not far away were also shocked.

Under the guidance of Dr. Halsey, they studied the history of human development and the short "rise history" of the human empire.

The records of the Emperor's centuries of walking the Earth, and the legends of the Primarchs' apocalyptic coming, were regarded by them as some kind of artistically exaggerated interstellar myth.

After all, there are no substantial pictures, texts or videos that can prove that the Primarchs fell from the sky.

Therefore, the Spartans would rather believe that the Primarch is a top-notch biological weapon "developed" by the Emperor using his own genes and combining it with the biological technology of the Biological Department.

And now, the myth is coming alive before our eyes.

Through the tactical interface displayed in the helmet, John could clearly see the baby wrapped in golden energy in Athena's arms.

This is completely consistent with the recorded phenomenon of "the coming of the Primarchs", and in the "Codex of Mankind", it is described that the birth of each Primarch is accompanied by a turning point that changes the fate of the galaxy.

The Human Empire has been peaceful for so many years that all the people thought that such a miracle would never happen again in their lifetime.

As for Cortana (copying data), it is circulated quickly in the tactical network formed by Thor's hammer.

She simultaneously connected to the scanning systems of all Mjolnir power armors and performed molecular-level tests on the baby from different angles.

The data stream forms a brilliant galaxy in the virtual vision, and the analysis results of each set of gene sequences and the scanning results are visualized as a rotating DNA double helix model, which are presented in her holographic palm.

It was obvious that the baby was undoubtedly the original body.

By analyzing Athena's energy fluctuations and movement trajectory, she realized that the sudden return of the goddess of war was no accident. That is, the young Primarch needed special nourishment, and the nutrients of ordinary humans could not meet the needs of this divine body.

Thinking of this, her holographic image turned to Hera not far away.

The goddess of marriage and fertility exudes a soft halo. According to mythology, her breast milk can even grant mortals immortality.

Hera stood quietly in the shadow cast by Nierenhog, her eyes flickering slightly.

As the goddess of marriage and fertility, she realized the meaning of Athena's sudden return earlier than anyone else.

The young life wrapped in the golden cocoon of light now needs the nourishment that only the Olympian gods can provide.

A breeze blew through the canyon, lifting Hera's bright red robe.

She walked slowly forward, and wherever her toes passed, red flower buds bloomed on the cracked sand.

As she reached out to take the Primarch, the divine light flowing from her fingertips intertwined with Athena's war force, forming a warm rainbow halo around the baby.

"Next, leave this little guy to me."

Hera's voice is like the warmest breeze in spring, with the gentle rhythm unique to motherhood.

She lowered her head and gazed at the baby in her arms, and discovered that this life, which was supposed to be a stranger, actually made her divinity, which had been silent for thousands of years, feel a long-lost throbbing, just like the long-dry Holy Mount Olympus finally welcoming the first drop of rain.

Athena paused for an imperceptible half second before releasing her arm.

A hint of hesitation seemed to flash across the eyes of this goddess, which were always known for her rationality, and the tip of the spear of victory unconsciously drew a half arc on the sand.

"Ah."

Athena's response was brief and restrained, but her slightly tense jawline revealed the turmoil in her heart.

A strange silence suddenly fell between the two goddesses.

Nierenhog was keenly aware of the change in atmosphere, and a breath of sparks blew out of his nose.

This subtle movement awakened the sleeping Primarch, and the baby unconsciously stretched out his little hand in the direction of Athena, opening and closing his five fingers, as if trying to grab the goddess's falling hair.

Hera looked at Athena thoughtfully.

She noticed that the goddess of war unconsciously leaned forward half a step, and after realizing her mistake, she quickly stood straight again.

Those micro-expressions that were fleeting in the eyes of mortals were as clear and discernible as ink marks on rice paper in the long life of the gods - this goddess of war had developed a bond with the Primarch that went beyond the call of duty in just such a short time together.

"He will get the best care." Hera added softly, stroking the golden fur on the baby's forehead with her fingertips.

Athena took a deep look at the primarch in the cradle, and suddenly raised her hand to inject a strand of divine power into the baby's chest.

The light penetrated into his small body like a meteor, leaving an olive branch-shaped light mark on his heart.

"This is my blessing." Athena's voice softened, "May wisdom and courage be with you."

While Athena was temporarily handing over the new Primarch to Hera, Sui Yang was thinking about how to arrange Anakin Skywalker's "position" in the territory of the Emperor of Mankind.
(End of this chapter)