From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 715 "Martial Arts"

The dome of the meditation hall was silent and still, its arched ceiling inlaid with psionic crystals casting a soft yet majestic light upon it.

As Apu's command reached outside the palace, the heavy palace doors slowly opened, as if ancient mountains were moving.

Boom—boom—!
Two colossal gates, forged from the core of a planet and pure flowers, slid open along their tracks, revealing a solemn corridor outside the palace.

A heavy atmosphere swept in from the outside, as if steel and blood were descending along with it.

Boom--boom--!
A steady, heavy footstep sounded immediately.

Those were not steps that mortals could withstand, but rather the power of the Primal Body. Each step caused the hall to tremble slightly.

The Imperial Guards stationed on both sides, their Terminator armor gleaming coldly in the light, stood motionless like statues, their faces solemn, unmoved by the tremors.

The original body that entered the Meditation Hall was none other than Sui Meng.

At this moment, Sui Meng was fully armed, his body over five meters tall, and his armor reflected a steady and imposing aura in the gleam.

His custom-made armor was not simply a copy of the power armor commonly seen in the Empire, but rather incorporated a distinct Chinese style.

The chest and abdomen of the armor are carved with cloud patterns and Taotie reliefs, the smooth and domineering patterns seem to be breathing.

The shoulder armor is broad, extending into a wing-like silhouette, resembling a reproduction of ancient luminous armor, and gleams under the drive of its own psychic energy.

The helmet hung quietly at his waist, his bare face had strong features, and his brows held an unyielding and stern expression.

The draped armor on the back resembled an ancient battle flag, with crimson ribbons swaying with each step, giving a cold, solemn, and oppressive feeling.

In his hand, however, lay a very special weapon—

A powered spear longer than his body.

The spear blade is curved, with a point resembling a crescent moon. Small seal script runes are engraved on the black alloy, and the edge of the spear blade constantly shimmers with a faint energy pulse.

The spear shaft is thick and heavy, with a surface covered with red gold patterns and dragon-shaped carvings. It is not just a weapon of slaughter, but a symbol given by the emperor to Sui Meng to represent the legion.

Thump, thump!

As he approached, Sui Meng walked to the very center of the meditation hall, right up to the golden throne. The throne, perched high on the steps, shone with such magnificent radiance that it made Sui Yang, who sat upon it, appear like an invisible deity.

Sui Meng stopped, exhaled deeply, knelt on one knee, and held the power spear horizontally in front of him. His voice was low and firm:
"Father."

Inside the spacious hall, the call echoed between the vaulted ceiling and the walls, solemn and sincere.

Sui Yang nodded slowly, his voice steady and deep, echoing like a great bell:

"No gift."

Upon hearing this, Sui Meng stood up, his spearhead hanging down, his posture as upright as an iron tower.

After a moment of silence in the hall, Sui Yang finally spoke, his tone calm yet exuding an irresistible authority:

“Sui Meng, since you came of age, you have devoted yourself to the construction and discipline of the legion. You have forged military discipline with iron discipline and honed the soldiers with sharpness. Now, your legion is one of the most solid blades of the empire.”

At this point, Sui Yang paused slightly, his gaze shifting to the holographic projection floating to the side.

The projection gradually unfolds a vast star map, marking the unknown territories of the universe.

"It can now be confirmed that human influence on the other side of the 20th universe has expanded to the interstellar level. In that case, it is time for you and the legion to set out."

Go forth and carry out the unification mission for the Empire, restoring order to that sea of ​​stars.

His tone was incredibly calm, as if it were an unalterable imperial edict.

Upon hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Sui Meng's eyes. He lowered his head slightly, his tone equally firm and unwavering:
"Father, rest assured, leave it to me and my legion, we will certainly live up to your mission."

The light from the meditation hall reflected off his armor, making it shimmer with crimson gold, like a living ancient war god.

Sui Yang stared for a moment, then slowly nodded again.

As Sui Meng turned to leave, he suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a meaningful undertone:

"Sui Meng".

The Primarch stopped and turned back, his expression solemn.

"I have sent the preliminary data on Universe 20 to the intelligence department. Before you set off, you need to take some time to read it and familiarize yourself with the local power structure and potential threats."

besides"

Sui Yang's gaze narrowed slightly, his voice slow but weighty, "If necessary, you can apply for the assistance of the Greek demigods. Although they are not human, they are ultimately an extension of the empire's military power. You should make good use of them."

Sui Meng's expression remained unchanged, his tone still firm, but with a hint of deep thought:
"I understand, Father."

Having said that, the Primarch lightly struck the ground with his spear, producing a deep and powerful echo, then turned and walked towards the palace gate with steady, drum-like steps.

Boom, boom
As the figure disappeared into the distance, the grand atmosphere of the Meditation Hall returned to silence once more, leaving only Sui Yang sitting upright on the golden throne, his gaze deep, as if looking through layers of the universe at the starry sea that had not yet submitted.

As for his youngest offspring at this stage—

Sui Meng, his name reflects his character.

Since the Sui Dynasty, Meng Cheng has displayed a rare purity and sharpness. His fierceness and perseverance are like those of a fierce general on an ancient battlefield. What he likes most is to hold a weapon in his hand, stand on the front line, and charge into battle.

Unlike his brothers who prefer scheming or psychic abilities, Sui Meng's power is displayed in the most direct way.

This approach can boost the morale of the entire legion to the greatest extent, but it also puts oneself in a dangerous situation.

However, if that were all, this Primarch would be nothing more than a valiant warrior, or perhaps just a "reckless brute."

What truly made Sui Meng undeniable was the strategic vision he had gradually honed to an extraordinary level under Athena's long-term tutelage.

His grasp of the situation and overall planning were no less than those of Guilliman, the most calm and rational leader of the empire.

However, Sui Meng's temper remained as sharp as a spear.

On the surface he is calm and collected, but deep down he is as fiery as a flame that could erupt at any moment. This personality makes Sui Meng impatient in certain situations and more easily ignited by passion.

Sui Yang knew that this was both an advantage and a hidden worry.

However, when his gaze fell on the projection, Sui Yang's judgment was extremely calm.

While the universe of Dead Space is bizarre and terrifying, based on current information, it is not enough to threaten the Primarch's life.

Neither the alien-like necromancy nor the mental corruption emanating from the divine seal has yet reached the point where it can shake the Primarch, or even Astartes.

This expedition was more like a "training exercise".

On the one hand, it is to allow Sui Meng and the newly established legion to hone their skills on the real interstellar battlefield;

On the other hand, it also serves to rescue our fellow human beings in that universe, freeing them from the corruption and madness of heresy.

Unifying the universe is both the empire's mission and a trial left by the father for his son.

Sui Yang regained his composure, his expression remaining calm and collected. Seated on the golden throne, he seemed to embody the will of the entire empire.
The scene shifts, and the sky corridor of the imperial palace comes into view.

Suspended hundreds of meters above the ground, the corridor is paved with alternating gold and obsidian bricks, with towering columns carved with reliefs symbolizing war and history.

A gentle breeze rose from beneath the sky, sweeping across the long corridor and bringing an atmosphere that was both expansive and solemn. Thump, thump.

Sui Meng's footsteps echoed in the corridor.

He walked out of the meditation hall with a calm and composed demeanor.

Not far away, a figure was already waiting quietly; it was the Primarch's mother, Athena.

The goddess of war and wisdom is now dressed in a golden armor forged from flowing light, its exquisite elegance revealing a restrained power.

She carried the spear of victory on her back, her eyes calm and sharp, as if she could see into the abyss of fate.

Her very existence is a balance between majesty and tranquility.

Athena waited quietly in the middle of the corridor, and the moment Sui Meng pushed open the door of the meditation hall, she stepped forward.

The Primarch's over five-meter-tall silhouette was cast in the radiance, its golden and black-red armor reflecting a brilliant glow.

"how?"

Athena spoke, her voice steady yet carrying the unique concern of a mother.

Sui Meng stopped in his tracks, his tone calm but unable to conceal the surging fighting spirit within him, and respectfully replied:
"As you said, Father entrusted the unification of the Universe 20 to me and my legion. In addition, Father also reminded me that I could call upon some Greek deities for support."

His words contained neither boasting nor disdain, but only the resolute determination that comes with being entrusted with a great responsibility.

That composure was just like that of a primordial being who truly regarded war and mission as part of his life.

Upon hearing this, Athena's eyes flashed with a hint of deep thought.

She did not respond immediately, but instead lowered her gaze slightly, as if weighing some unspoken "concern".

A gentle breeze in the corridor ruffled her hair and the nail plates on her shawl, creating a subtle sense of tension.

After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke: "The Milky Way at the other end of the 20th Universe is not a peaceful territory. Although the current intelligence is limited, I am worried that there may be enemies such as heretics lurking there. If we only deal with them with steel and sharp blades, there will inevitably be oversights."

Her voice was cold and resolute.

"Therefore, I will dispatch a group of war maidens skilled in psionic abilities to accompany you and assist you in suppressing potential threats on the level of mind and soul. Although they are not as powerful as the Primarch, they can fill the gaps in the cracks that you may not notice."

Upon hearing this, Sui Meng remained silent for a moment, then nodded respectfully.

His face remained sharply defined beneath his armor, and his eyes revealed a hint of relief.

"I will keep my mother's foresight in mind. With the help of the war maidens, I will be able to complete this expedition more safely."

That fierceness and perseverance that burst forth from the very bones and blood is no longer an outward display of sharpness, but rather a kind of reliability that can be entrusted to the universe.

Athena's gaze softened upon seeing this.

She knew that her son, though outwardly fierce, was not a reckless general who could only overpower his enemies with brute force. Under her tutelage, he had long since learned to assess the overall situation and understand how to turn an expedition into a trial that was both a conquest and a rehearsal.

"Go."

Her words were ultimately just a simple statement, yet they were like a blessing bestowed upon a divine child.

Sui Meng bowed respectfully again, then walked side by side with his mother, slowly departing along the sky corridor.

Sunlight shone from the dome onto the two figures' backs, one tall and one short, yet both exuding an unshakeable aura of power.

Their steps were steady until they disappeared into the distant light and shadow.

On the long corridor, only the sound of the wind and the solemn presence of the Imperial Guards in the distance remained.

Not long after, at the Zero Space Gate;
A giant ship, five kilometers long, slowly sailed out of the gate.

Its hull lines are thick and majestic, like a giant dragon that stretches across the sky in ancient mythology. The Chinese characters inlaid on the bow keep flashing, as if whispering the decrees of the empire, while the armor on the surface of the giant ship reflects a cold brilliance between starlight and the flow of energy.

It did not move rapidly, but rather slowly and steadily towards the planet where the 20th Space Gate is located, namely the near-Earth orbit of Aegis 7.

Following closely behind, the ten-kilometer-long Imperial-class battleship tore through the "void," its massive, mountain-like silhouette obscuring the sky.

Its bow is decorated with an imperial coat of arms cast in gold and white jade, symbolizing unshakeable military power.

Countless side-mounted turrets gleamed coldly under the cover of energy shields, as if they could turn the entire star system into scorched earth at any moment. Further behind, there was a perfectly aligned fleet of ships—

The cruisers lined up like spears,

Destroyers circled around like peregrine falcons.

The frigate sped along like a sharp arrow.

The paint schemes of these warships are highly distinctive.

The white background symbolizes purity and faith, while the interweaving of gold, red, and blue colors showcases both glory and conveys the iron will and order of the empire.

What is particularly striking are the "武" (Wu) characters carved in small seal script on the hull, which are imposing and give off an undeniable sense of power.

These symbols are not merely decorations, but rather the spiritual imprint of the entire legion, or rather, the symbols of the entire legion.

Without a doubt, this massive fleet was the legion led by Sui Meng.

When the fleet was arrayed in near-Earth orbit to Aegis 7, the giant engineering vessel was the first to reach the designated altitude.

Its hull is not equipped with an exaggerated firepower system, but is instead inlaid with layers of ring platforms and energy crystals, resembling a giant machine "born" specifically for planetary terraforming.

As the hatch of the engineering ship opened, countless rhomboid metal pillars were slowly released. Each pillar was about 500 meters long, with complex energy veins covering its surface and emitting a cold, eerie blue light.

These metal pillars autonomously adjust their orientation in the vacuum, much like a giant beast slowly stretching its limbs.

They then began to accelerate with precise trajectories, rapidly navigating along the equatorial orbit of Aegis 7.

Every turn was precise, as if it had been calculated and deduced countless times. Soon, hundreds and thousands of pillars were evenly distributed, with perfect spacing between them, forming a vast network that was difficult to fully grasp with the naked eye.

Buzz—! ! !
A silent yet soul-stirring energy pulse was suddenly released.

In an instant, countless blue-green beams of light shot out from the top of the pillar, intertwining and entwining until they condensed into a massive energy matrix covering the equator.

In that instant, the void seemed to be illuminated, and the darkness around Holy Shield 7 was cleaved open by the radiance, as if a god had carved an unbreakable chain in the void.

The matrix gradually stabilized, and complex runic pulses flickered between the beams of light, as if the entire planet had been incorporated into some kind of transcendent order.

The Aegis 7, which was originally on the verge of collapse, is like a patient who is either "recovering from a serious illness" or "on the verge of death," and is now gradually regaining its balance.

The cracked crust of the Earth gradually calmed down, the energy surge in the mantle was also contained, and the planet's rotation and trajectory returned to stability.

Through the warship's observation screens, the breathtaking scene could be clearly seen—

The planet was originally collapsing and tearing apart, like a dying beast, breathing intermittently. But under the power of the matrix, its posture gradually calmed down and it was pulled back to the edge of life.

Inside the fleet, many legion soldiers watched this scene unfold.

On the flagship, Sui Meng stood quietly in the center of the command platform on the bridge.

His tall frame was clad in heavy armor, the surface of which reflected the light below, while the eyes beneath the helmet remained as cold and unwavering as ever.
(End of this chapter)