Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 104 104, celebrate, we are back!
Navigator Varro and Rogue Trader were transferred to the mechanical workshop of the scientific research team. In the next three weeks, Duker has been paying close attention to the parameters of this experiment - to his surprise, maybe because Because of the Navigator's perseverance, this experiment went much more smoothly than he expected.

But what is more regrettable is that the rogue trader could not really wake up until the celebration was held as scheduled.

The world where the celebration was held was chosen by Guilliman in a garden world.

When Duker landed at the starport of this world, the vast square that occupied almost half of the continent was already crowded with Imperial people who came to watch the ceremony.

The huge fleet that covers the sky completely blocks the light of stars, but also projects brighter and more stable artificial light.

Giant statues carved on the mountain surround the square, standing like mountains. These majestic figures will witness this grand ceremony together - these statues are all heroes and saints of the empire; and among these statues, the most The majestic ones are the figures of the Loyalist Primarchs.

The Archangel Sanguinius spreads his wings and holds the blade high; Rogal Dorn has a resolute face and is as formidable as a mountain; Jaghatai Khan has an Asian face and braided hair on his head.
The statue of the Lord of the Second Legion that had been destroyed was also re-erected.

Duker found his own statue - a handsome young man with his head bowed in thought. Perhaps to highlight that he is the protagonist of today's celebration, this statue is still burning with faint flames, as if to celebrate his rebirth from the ashes.

"clang!--"

The magnificent sound of the bell spread throughout the entire world almost instantly.

As the bell rang, strange flying objects surged into the sky.

Countless Imperial people began to cheer at this moment, celebrating the triumph of the great Primarch.

The regent publicized the previous war. This was a great victory that the empire had not seen in ten thousand years.

The awakened Emperor's Children not only cleared many dark worlds and fought off demons in a short period of time, they even captured the fallen Primarchs and killed several Chaos Daemons.

The Bishop, sitting on the anti-gravity preacher, preached about the achievements of the great Primarch.

The choir gathered on the huge craft and sang psalms in praise of the Emperor.

Their voices spread and were so loud in this huge square.

Spaceships from afar docked at the star port one after another, and dignitaries in gorgeous and solemn clothes walked out. dignitaries from many worlds who came to watch the ceremony gathered into a huge crowd.

The square was noisy and restless, with all kinds of sounds.

But the moment the originals stepped off the landing ship, all the sounds disappeared, and the huge square became silent for an instant.

Duker, Guilliman, and the original body's escorts boarded the aircraft together and headed towards the throne at the highest point.

The people of the empire below were anxiously adjusting their positions. Everyone was trying to find a suitable position to see the two great primarchs with their own eyes. Their eyes were fanatical and eager, and with blind faith, they looked at the primarchs. It was like looking at their god.

In terms of position, Guilliman was always half a step behind Dulquer. Even though he didn't know much about politics, he understood that this was conveying some kind of political signal.

But after thinking that today's protagonist was himself, Duker didn't think too much.

"It's really crazy." Magnus sighed - as the devil's original body, he could not leave the range of the psychic force field. At this moment, he was hidden by the original body in his cloak, and he was observing the bottom through the gap in the cloak. people.

"Yes." Guilliman rarely agreed with him, "Everyone follows the name of a god and is popular. The irony is that this god hates his own title. When I woke up, I learned that these ten thousand years The changes, it feels like watching a ridiculous tragedy. But sadly, these are all real."

"If Luo Jia were to learn about today's empire, he would definitely laugh at us unscrupulously." The regent said in a low tone, with great sadness hidden in his words.

"Luojia has no time to laugh at us." Dukel said, "He can't do anything now. If he wants to do something, he will be beaten severely."

"What?!" Guilliman was shocked, "What happened?"

"Brother, you'd better accept psychic energy. At least it won't make you look like a blind and deaf person." Magnus said sarcastically, "The Lord of the Crows has been guarding him for countless years, and you are still... I don’t know. Sometimes I really admire Luo Jia. No matter when and where he is, he can always be the unlucky guy with the most accuracy."

"Hmph, he hasn't really been unlucky yet, at least he hasn't met me yet." Duker snorted coldly, "Sooner or later I will cut off his head. Not only him, but also Angron and Pei Turabo.”

Duker counted the names of the traitorous brothers, and the coldness in his words made Guillimandu shiver in his heart.

"And Mortarion!" Magnus reminded at the right time.

"Oh, you do hold a grudge."

"I could tell something was wrong with him during the Great Crusade. He always walked with seven steps. Unexpectedly, he came back to bite me and said that the Thousand Sons and I were all playing tricks on psychic wizards. While saying that he hated psychic powers, Study Numerology Although Guilliman uses psychic energy to seal psychic energy, he really hates psychic energy. Although you always say that psychic energy is not psychic energy, Dukel, you at least don't say that you hate psychic energy. His behavior is more than You are all shameless!" Magnus said angrily.

"I didn't use my psychic powers!" Guilliman was immediately angry.

"Magnus, I have said many times that psychic energy is not spiritual energy. It comes from human will and is pure." Dukel explained patiently.

"Haha, if I believe you guys, I might as well believe in the truth of the empire."

The Primarchs were talking to each other, and almost every sentence revealed the secrets of the past without restraint.

The guards looked intently. In their view, the conversations between the several primarchs were so enigmatic and often involved secrets from thousands of years ago that they were simply not able to understand.

When the Primarchs arrived in front of the throne, the military commanders surrounding the two thrones were already waiting there.

They were Chapter Masters from various interstellar chapters, and even representatives of the Custodes from Terra, as well as Sisters from Ophelia Seven.

Even institutions such as the Tribunal and the High Lords Council sent representatives.

Dozens of Astra Militarum generals, as well as war lords from various worlds, or people of their equal status. Captains of the Imperial Navy, as well as some legendary captains.

In addition, there are a large number of male and female officers, each of whom has left a legendary experience among the stars, and the glory they have achieved is enough to rival the light of the stars.

These people are the cornerstone of the empire and the foundation for its survival.

And these legendary soldiers were only a small part of those who came to watch the ceremony.

All forces showed enough respect to come to see the two emperor's sons who had just triumphed.

Some planetary governors, who in the eyes of ordinary people have high status and have the power of life and death, are not even qualified to kneel before the throne.

When Dukel began to speak, the whole world was so quiet. He didn't need to say anything. As the original body, he had a unique bearing. As long as mortals looked up at his figure, endless fighting spirit would arise in their hearts.

All the people of the empire who came to watch thought that this fighting primarch would deliver a hopeful triumphal speech.

But at this time, he revealed his human emotional side.

Everyone was touched by his sensibility. They looked at each other in confusion, wondering what was the reason why this god-like original body made such emotions public.

"Distant thousands of years ago, I always liked to look at the sea of ​​stars. In this star-studded sea, human beings can get everything they want. As long as we ask for it and work hard for it, it will always give it to us. prosperous profits."

"But when I woke up again, I sadly discovered that every shining star is now covered with our enemies. This beautiful sea of ​​stars is already so dark and dangerous for us."

"So I followed the example of our ancestors and used fire to dispel the darkness. I lit the galaxy with flames of war, crushing all enemies of mankind like wheels."

"We won, but this victory did not come without a price. We lost millions of soldiers and watched billions of Imperials being mercilessly slaughtered in the war."

"I once met a thin mother who picked up her equally thin young son and came to me to seek blessings. Her life was extremely difficult because her husband, the backbone of the family, had fallen on the road to protect them and became a A cold corpse, gnawed by demons beyond recognition."

"I saw the mutilated corpses of our compatriots piled up in huge pits. Their blood overflowed into lakes and soaked the entire planet."

"I heard countless wronged human souls wailing and crying."

Duker's voice was mixed with fluctuations of spiritual energy, and every citizen was touched by the memory they least wanted to think of.

Living in this era is their tragedy. Every Imperial person has suffered similar sufferings, directly or indirectly.

The voice of the Primarch did not cease from their sorrow, but continued,

"Those cruel enemies are killing our compatriots all the time. In the thousands of years of the empire's decline, all the wild beasts that smell the smell want to tear a piece of flesh and blood from our bodies. They wantonly slaughter and plunder, they think we are It will inevitably become weaker with each blow, until it collapses and dies."

"How ridiculous!"

Duker's words contained the arrogance of contempt for all enemies of mankind. He said disdainfully,
"During the expedition, I even saw demons talking about destiny. Did I sleep for too long? When did it start that even low-level demons dared to claim their destiny in front of humans?!"

"So, I gave this 'destiny' a chance to be loyal to the empire!"

Accompanying the words of the original body, and driven by the drone, a huge golden double-headed Aquila flag floated over everyone's heads, and finally suspended in mid-air, showing its true appearance to all Imperial people.

At first, many people were puzzled as to why a golden sky eagle flag was displayed at this time - but they soon realized that the golden sky eagle on it was not just a pattern, but a huge specimen.

Most people in the empire don't know the origin of this demon, but just by looking at its huge size, they can understand how powerful this demon is.

The few people who were identified were shocked beyond words at this time, and many senior imperial officers could not help but shrink their pupils.

A legendary demon was turned into a specimen and displayed in front of everyone's eyes. This move was enough to speak louder than a thousand words.

There is nothing more shocking than this right here and now!

Countless Space Marines knelt on one knee, their weapons raised high.

Senior officials who came all the way from Terra also knelt on one knee and offered their respect and loyalty under this aquila flag.

Even the Dreadnoughts and Titans put their huge mechanical arms on their chests to express their loyalty.

Countless people of the empire looked up at the golden Eagle flag and the angels kneeling on one knee. The solemn atmosphere almost suffocated them.

The heart was beating violently, as if it would jump out in the next second.

And Duker's voice sounded again,

"It's time to declare to the aliens and heretics who is the master of this galaxy!"

"It's time for all enemies of mankind to recall the fear that once dominated us!"

"Fear, the anger of the Galactic Overlord has been stirred up again, and our anger will burn until the stars fall, everything dies, and until the last drop of blood of our enemies is roasted dry!"

"Celebrate, my compatriots, citizens of the empire——"

"We are back!"

(End of this chapter)