Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 651 06.650: "Hail! The Triumphant of Macragge!"

Today, this triumphal ceremony is a special event held for the Imperial Navy participating in the expedition, and is carefully arranged before the special event for the Astra Militarum heroes.

Horatio Cochrane, the Void Wolf King who launched several key raids behind enemy lines to change the situation of the war, was nominated as a special hero by the navy officers and soldiers to accept this supreme honor.

“Bend over, mortal, for this is the honor bestowed upon you by the Ultramarines.”

Sicarius looked solemn and his movements were smooth and impeccable as he steadily took the green laurel wreath from a woman in a white Roman dress.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Horatio bowed slightly, his movements slow and graceful, and then he slowly bowed.

Sicarius took a step forward and gently placed the laurel wreath on Horatio's head, his movements gentle yet ceremonial.

When Horatio stood up again and opened his arms, the cheers of the people were deafening. The sound echoed throughout the vast space of the city, forming a passionate hymn dedicated to this brave naval hero.

The muscle armor on his body gleamed in the sunlight. The laurel wreath was a recognition of his bravery and fearlessness behind enemy lines, a reward for the many raids he had won, and a generous reward for his single-handed assault on the enemy anchorage.

Woo! Woo! The musicians wearing wolf heads puffed up their cheeks and blew the Roman trumpet. Their faces turned red, and the loud music spread in all directions.

At the front of the team, 13 members of the Ever-Victorious Army Guards stood straight like sculptures, forming a V-shaped parade formation.

They held large shields in their hands, their thick hands firmly pressing on the golden power daggers at their waists, and strode forward with neat and powerful steps. Each step was a steady and powerful rhythm, and the ground shook slightly because of their footsteps.

The carriage pulled by 10 white horses moved slowly forward. Amid the passionate music, the sound of orderly footsteps and the people's enthusiastic cheers, Horatio sat in the carriage, receiving the admiring gazes of the citizens of Macragge.

This feeling seemed familiar, but it was also fresh and exciting, and it made him feel indescribably excited. Horatio thought that no one would refuse to have more such grand triumphal ceremonies.

The warm sunlight poured down unreservedly, coating the entire scene with a golden glow; the jubilant people were like surging waves, cheering one after another, waving flags in their hands, faces filled with enthusiasm; the Emperor and demigods, like the moon surrounded by stars, exuded a sacred aura; glory and honor lingered all around, and the tempting fruits of victory in the Triumphal Victory Square seemed within reach.

Behind Horatio was a phalanx of 50 Ultramarines.

They were wearing uniform extreme power armor, and the metal armor gleamed with a cold and hard luster in the sun, which was cold and dazzling.

Armed with bolters and standing tall like pine trees, they formed a uniformly spaced and well-organized guard formation, just like an indestructible Great Wall of Steel, guarding the heroes of the empire.

In the front, 13 ever-victorious soldiers marched with their heads held high to lead the way, their steps were vigorous and their momentum was extraordinary; in the back, a phalanx of 50 Astartes was neat and solemn, exuding an awe-inspiring violent force.

Sicarius himself walked in front of Horatio's carriage as a guard of honor. His steps were powerful and every step showed extraordinary chivalry, and his every move showed heroic demeanor.

Tens of thousands of people lined the roads to watch, their cheers overwhelming, one wave after another.

People's faces were filled with excitement and excitement, and their eyes were fixed on the triumphant team.

Such a grand occasion made Horatio feel like he was dreaming and unrealistic. Perhaps only Macragge could do such a thing.

However, all this is reasonable.

The Second Damocles Gulf Crusade was of great significance. It was not only a war of recovery to safeguard the interests of the Empire, but also a war of revenge for the Sons of Guilliman to wash away the shame of the failure of the First Damocles Gulf Crusade.

Under normal procedures, the corrupt and rigid empire would not have been able to respond so quickly.

The current scale of the expedition is possible mainly due to the willingness of the Sector Fleet and the Astra Militarum to provide military support to the Ultramarines.

The Ultramarines are also grateful and willing to share this glory with the mortals who participated in the expedition.

At the rear of the Ultramarines half-company was the carriage carrying the officers of the Epic.

The normal operation of a warship cannot be driven by one person alone. All officers and soldiers on the ship should enjoy this honor together.

The officers boarded the carriages in an orderly manner according to their departmental divisions. They stood straight with smiles on their faces, confidently accepting the praise and admiration of the citizens of the empire.

Their eyes were filled with pride and happiness as they braved death. The scratches and wounds on their uniforms silently told people about their fearless deeds during the expedition.

"I should stand beside him." Farida lifted the brim of her hat, held her head high and showed her face, and said slightly sideways: "After all, I am his legal wife, Farida of the Hood family, the commander of the Gothic Fleet expedition. I deserve this position, hum~"

[She may have grown up, but it is unlikely that she has fully grown up.] Louise shrugged and sighed after hearing this. Behind the officers was a phalanx of 100 men from the Ultramar auxiliary army.

They wore Roman-style flak armour, similar in style to that worn by the Roman legionaries.

These soldiers marched in neat steps with a discipline that was no less strict than that of the Ultramarines. Every step they took exuded the majesty of a Macragge soldier, and the sound of their footsteps was uniform, like the sound of war drums.

Behind the Legion Centuriae was a phalanx of all the crew members on the Epic.

They were arranged from bow to stern, with the torpedo room sailors at the front and the engine room sailors at the end.

The long line of nearly 10,000 sailors was divided in the middle by several auxiliary army squadrons of 100 men at the rear.

Those auxiliary soldiers in blue armor were like partitions in a battleship. Such an arrangement also gave the citizens watching the triumphal procession a preliminary and intuitive concept of the personnel composition of the Epic.

It is worth mentioning that except for the captain and officers who took a bath and changed into spare new uniforms, the sailors only took a collective bath in the public bathhouse and simply washed their uniforms, just to avoid looking like a group of beggars.

Because the voyage lasted too long, the Epic did not have enough new uniforms for the sailors to replace.

The remaining clean uniforms were distributed to the armed sailors and naval boarding team members, who changed into brand new armor and fine weapons from the armory and participated in the parade in high spirits.

Horatio attached great importance to the armed forces on his ship, because this was a secret contest between troops of the same level and it concerned the face of the Imperial Navy.

In his previous life, he inherited the concept of emphasizing phalanx discipline and neat parade from the rabbit, and now he has been able to carry it forward on the warships under his command.

The armed forces on the Epic did not disappoint him. These elite troops inherited from the Indefatigable displayed a discipline and sense of honor that was almost identical to that of the Ultramar Auxiliary Forces.

"Well, this kid is really hardworking and didn't lose any points for our navy."

Samuel Hood stood high on the Macragge Palace, holding a telescope and carefully observing the triumph. His eyes were focused and sharp, not missing any details.

Then he nodded and commented, "If you don't look carefully, you might think the armed forces on his ship are a group of Ultramar auxiliary troops wearing blue armor. The orderliness of their phalanx is no worse than that of these Macragge people."

"That's an elite force that I've trained for several years. As long as this kid wants, they can realize any of his ideas."

Major General Peru was holding a cup of olive tea, his face full of pride, and his words revealed confidence in the results of his training.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes gleaming with pride, with the satisfaction of a father watching his child grow up.

The sailors, carrying laser rifles and shotguns, marched forward in unison, seemingly intent on competing with the auxiliary soldiers in front and behind.

The left and right sides were composed of shield guards holding boarding shields. They had tall and straight postures, and their military appearance, discipline, and equipment were no less than those of the elite auxiliary soldiers guarding Macragge.

They held their heads high and chests puffed out, revealing a spirit of not admitting defeat.

However, the crew of the Epic was not without flaws.

More than 10,000 people requisitioned several public baths on Macragge, washing the groundwater black, and it became a harmless little black spot.

Horatio didn't care about it. He smiled and said, "This shows that our crew is brave and fearless in the enemy's rear and is fighting hard."

The bustle of Macragge's streets is breathtaking.

The towering building is built of the finest materials and reaches into the sky. The facade of the building is covered with intricate carvings and symbols of the empire.

The carvings are lifelike, telling the glorious history of the empire.

Thousands of citizens stood on both sides of the wide avenue, and when they saw the hero, their faces were filled with admiration and respect.

The red and gold flags fluttered in the breeze, embroidered with the coat of arms of Macragge and the Ultramarines Chapter, and the flags danced in the wind, as if showing their glory to the people.

(End of this chapter)