Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 254 Setting Sail for Macurag

The Emperor's boarding process was extremely complicated.

The Imperial Guards boarded the ship first, with golden-armored warriors wearing crimson cloaks and holding high the Sky Eagle Banner, standing on both sides of the spaceship's deck.

A red carpet of incense was laid out on the walkway. The emperor, dressed in gleaming gold power armor, wearing a red cotton cloak, and with the emperor's golden sword at his waist, slowly stepped off the shuttle.

With his dark skin and towering height like a black iron tower, Vulcan, clad in salamander scales and revealing two rounded arms, walked silently behind the emperor with bloodshot eyes like those of a calamity.

Doom stood at the end of the red carpet, expressionless and seemingly uninterested.

He had seen and experienced too many such ceremonial processions and imposing manners, and gradually lost his restraint, becoming more relaxed in body and mind.

However, he stood ramrod straight, showing respect to the imperial procession and acknowledging the glory that the ruler of mankind should possess.

Guilliman, standing beside him, was awestruck by the ceremonial regalia carried by the Lord of Mankind, his face filled with solemnity.

As the procession unfolded, Guilliman stood tall and straight, and being well-educated, he naturally understood the solemnity of the moment.

The two people on the red carpet, one in gold and one in black, walked slowly toward him, causing Guilliman's usually steady heart to beat faster.

The black figure was extremely hideous and terrifying. If an ordinary person saw him, they would be so frightened that they would wet themselves and their hearts would tremble with fear.

Guilliman observed carefully and discovered something completely different.

Although the black giant had a peculiar appearance, he had a gentle expression and a faint smile on his lips and cheeks, which added to his approachability.

"He seems like an honest and kind man." Guilliman formed this impression of Vulcan, whom he had never met before, at a glance.

When his gaze shifted and he saw the Emperor's golden statue, Guilliman felt as if he had seen the embodiment of reason and honor.

The Emperor's true face is hidden beneath powerful psychic energy. Those who see him are inevitably affected by the psychic energy and see the face they most ideally and expect.

Guilliman saw the Lord of Mankind in the golden light. His face was peaceful and majestic, full of reason and wisdom, a perfect balance of authority and power.

In his hazy state, he seemed to see his adoptive father, Connor; two completely different yet similarly radiant faces, their beliefs merging slowly together.

For a moment, Guilliman was in a daze.

He saw the golden figure and felt a throbbing deep within his bloodline.

Guilliman followed his instincts and knelt down on one knee before the golden figure, offering his sincere respect to the great and glorious man.

The Emperor knew the truth the moment he saw Guilliman. The man before him had blond hair and an imposing and extraordinary presence; he was one of his lost sons.

He strode in with hurried steps, the golden armor of the Imperial Guards reflecting the light. On the red carpet, father and son were finally reunited.

"Rise, my lost son..." The voice of the Lord of Humanity reached my ears, revealing endless longing and forgiveness. "I have longed for this meeting countless times, and today it has finally come true."

The emperor bent down, his eyes filled with affection, his face showing the joy of father and son reuniting, and he reached out his golden-armored hand to help his son up.

Guilliman's body trembled as the golden giant took his hand, and he came into contact with the truth.

He is the Primarch, the genetic bloodline of the Lord of Mankind, one of the sons lost throughout the galaxy.

The black giant was his brother, and the one beating him up was also his brother.

"Come with me." A sudden voice interrupted the touching scene of father and son recognizing each other, disrupting the warm atmosphere.

Doom turned and left, only gesturing for everyone to follow, breaking the warmth of the moment.

The Emperor helped Guilliman up, then took the arms of his two sons, one on each side. The three of them acted very affectionately, creating a heartwarming scene of fatherly love and filial piety.

The group arrived at the garden and sat down amidst the fragrant flowers and babbling brook.

The emperor changed his clothes, wearing a white robe with gold thread and a golden crown, and sat cross-legged on the green grass.

Vulcan stroked the flowers, listened quietly to the fluttering of butterflies, watched the garden in full bloom, and felt a tranquility he had never known before.

Nocturne never had these things; the only plants were crops, water was precious, and butterflies could not survive in such harsh environments.

While falling asleep, I hear thunder constantly ringing in my ears, and the shaking bed represents a volcanic eruption.

He had never encountered such a harmonious and vivid scene before, and naturally showed great interest in it.

Doom lagged behind, and after everyone had gone far away, he whispered to Sophia, "In my name, notify the 13th Legion to come and welcome the Father of Genes, and bring along the personnel who participated in the boarding action."

His clear arrangements were a well-considered choice.

The 4th Company of the 13th Army Corps gloriously answered the call and rushed to the aid of the Nur reconnaissance ship.

Now that the truth is out, a serious blunder has come to an end, and the party that suffered the greatest loss was actually the 13th Legion.

They bear a heavy burden of guilt—the attack on Guilliman.

Attacking the father of genes is an unimaginable and grave crime in any legion.

As the party aided by the 13th Legion, Doom has an unshirkable responsibility to secure a way out for the Legion's soldiers.

This is not an exaggeration. The Primarch has absolute power to decide Legion affairs, determine the future of the Genetic Offspring, including taking their lives.

The Legion warriors' attack on the Father of Genesis not only shames the Primarch but also alienates the Legion members.

Therefore, Doom had to intervene and use methods to protect them.

After giving his instructions, he went into the garden and strolled around with Vulcan, introducing his brother to the native plants of Nur.

They didn't need to participate in the conversation between the Emperor and Guilliman, since it was always the same.

Guilliman sat cross-legged opposite the Emperor, his back straight and extremely reserved, his rational mind a complete mess.

He never imagined he would have the chance to meet his father again.

Throughout his formative years, Guilliman had already realized the vast difference between himself and ordinary people.

No one can compare to Guilliman in terms of strength, intelligence, or any other aspect.

He was a true polymath, an outstanding politician, a superb warrior, and a shrewd ruler.

All these unique qualities made Guilliman the "Son of Mackrag," a "god among men" in the eyes of ordinary people.

Over the years, he had searched for his origins countless times and investigated the Hera Falls where he was found by his servants, but to no avail.

It felt as if I had fallen from the sky and suddenly appeared in Macurag.

Now that the mystery of his origins has finally been revealed, Guilliman feels joy and anticipation for the future, but also a subtle sense of unease.

The Emperor, the ruler of mankind, the father of his bloodline.

The man before him spoke eloquently, telling Guilliman about the vastness of the galaxy, describing a grand expedition underway, and the Thirteenth Legion.

Guilliman listened attentively, his mind racing with analysis.

The Emperor's words contained an astonishing amount of information; even the Primarch himself needed a considerable amount of time to digest them.

Guilliman naturally yearned for the magnificent expedition, envisioning a future where humanity was united.

The Lord of Humanity swept across the universe, eliminating all aliens, and he deeply agreed with the ideal of being above humanity.

Finally, the emperor spoke the truth of the empire.

Guilliman carefully considered the various ideas of Imperial Truth, agreeing with most of them and feeling that they were essential ideologies.

It is no exaggeration to call it the "foundation of the empire".

Oppose religion, oppose superstition, and advocate science.

These are all excellent measures that will help humanity rise again and stand at the top of the galaxy once more.

Guilliman was a ruler, and a shrewd one at that, so he naturally understood the bloody lessons behind the truths of the empire.

Superstitious and worshiping gods.

In the region surrounding Alteramar, the exploration fleet reached several worlds and discovered numerous horrific religious incidents.

It is this foolish faith that leads to disaster and plunges the lost world into ignorance.

After listening to the Emperor's description and thinking deeply, Guilliman gave a reply: "I am willing to lead Alteramar to join the Empire of Man."

“But…” A glint flashed in his eyes, and he looked directly at his father with neither humility nor arrogance, and said, “Please come to Macurag. We need more detailed negotiations.”

Despite the fact that Imperial Truth was good and resonated with Macragge, Guilliman suppressed his inner turmoil.

He was not only the son of the emperor, but also the king of Makula, and he had to fight for more benefits for his subjects.

"can."

After a brief silence, the emperor nodded in response to his son's request.

The Lord of Mankind's eyes gleamed as he saw the glory of Macurag and its pioneering spirit of continuous progress.

As the second son to conquer his home planet and establish an interstellar civilization, the Emperor was willing to show some leniency.

"Set sail for Macurag," the Emperor spoke to the sky, knowing that the central laws had always existed.

He was even more familiar with the language, and his tone was natural and not stiff.

Emperors are living human history, having experienced an era of ignorance and dark technology, and are extremely familiar with artificial intelligence.

A star map appears before Guilliman, allowing him to choose a destination.

While marveling at the advanced technology of the ships, Guilliman swiped the holographic map, selected his destination, and pointed out the location of Macurag.

(The next chapter will be a bit late. I'm so busy, so tired, and I want to cry. *sobs*)

(End of this chapter)