From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 469 Harvest "For. The Emperor!! Boots!"

At the same time, in the capital building of Harvest in the Halo universe;

"Yes, father!"

After Fulgrim and his brothers responded to their father's words, they ended the real-time communication, and the magnificent exclusive office returned to peace.

He stood tall, wearing a well-cut and gorgeous uniform, with delicate gold patterns on the collar and cuffs, faintly revealing a sense of dignity and calmness.

Complementing the exquisite clothes was his long silver hair, which fell smoothly between his shoulders and back, and was particularly dazzling under the light, as if the sands of time had coated the Primarch with a layer of eternal glory.

Fulgrim raised his head and looked around the spacious office. The walls were decorated with pale golden carvings and imperial symbols. The soft light shone through the chandelier, shrouding the entire space in a solemn but elegant atmosphere.

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He exhaled lightly, walked back to his office chair, leaned back slightly, and sat down.

The wide back of the chair fit his tough back, and the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window reflected his deep eyes.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the north side, the night view of the capital of the Star of Harvest was like a colorful painting, with neon lights and tall buildings interweaving and converging into a prosperous city ocean.

On hundreds of air lanes, magnetic levitation aircraft traveled in an orderly manner, as if flowing light bands carried the prosperity and order of this planet.

And Fulgrim's eyes penetrated all of this, as if he was looking for something in the endless night.

In his mind, what his father had just said, that is, the events that happened in that universe (Warhammer 40k) were still echoing.

All the truth, presented to him without reservation, was like an indelible shadow hovering in his heart.

Myself in another universe

It was an ugly, blasphemous and disgusting face.

First, he killed Ferrus Manus, who had not yet been "born", and who he had always regarded as a close friend in the "Warhammer 40k" universe; then he severely injured Robert Guilliman, almost forcing this brother who symbolized order and strategic wisdom into a desperate situation.

All kinds of events, like a forged hammer, hit Fulgrim's heart again and again, making it difficult for him to suppress the emotions of anger and shame in his heart.

He could not accept that he would fall to such a level in another universe and become a sinner who blasphemed all honor.

Fulgrim could almost imagine that the evil self had an arrogant and hideous smile on his face, holding a bloody blade in his hand, announcing endless betrayal and destruction.

"It's ridiculous."

Fulgrim murmured in a low voice, with a barely perceptible chill in his tone.

His palms clenched slightly, and his joints turned white, but he slowly loosened them after a moment, and restored his original calmness and elegance.

However, in those sharp purple eyes, a cluster of cold "flames" ignited, like a hunter in the dark night, vowing to find the target and tear it apart completely.

He secretly made a vow in his heart, his eyes became deeper and sharper, as if he penetrated the endless sea of ​​stars and the boundaries of the universe, staring at the self that made him feel ashamed -

If there is a chance, he must kill "himself".

The night outside the window is still bright, but in this quiet office, Fulgrim's determination is like a sword drawn from its sheath, tearing the peace invisibly.

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At this time, in a large city on the sunny side of the Harvest Star, the busy daily life is going on as usual.

Although this place is not as dazzling as the capital city with space gates and capital buildings, the Harvest Star is the top priority of the "08" (Halo) universe after all, and it is the core of politics, economy and military. Therefore, after the vigorous development of Atlas and the Human Empire, the city is still extremely prosperous.

In the center of the city, towering megastructures are lined up one after another, dotted with shining holographic advertising screens, and colorful lights are reflected on the facades of the buildings, as if lighting up a city of the future.

The aerial tracks and waterways are interwoven into a network, connecting every corner of the city.

Maglev aircraft shuttle through it, carrying tens of thousands of citizens and goods in an orderly manner, like a never-ending aerial hub.

However, in sharp contrast to the steel forest of this city, vast farmlands are still preserved on the outer edge of the city.

Those first-generation immigrants who experienced colonial expansion have not forgotten their "old business".

Under their control.

Or in other words, under the cultivation of large agricultural machines and automatic robots controlled by them, the most fertile land on this planet provides the most solid guarantee for the food supply of the Fertile Star and its surrounding star regions.

Looking from a distance, the green fields are like a natural painting, quietly embracing this steel city, adding a rare soft breath to it.

On the outskirts of the city, a vast "recruit camp" quietly rises.

This is the training base of the Sons of Man, which is specially used to screen and recruit new soldiers.

From a distance, we can see that the young people are undergoing rigorous physical and tactical tests on the training ground, and the whole camp is full of an atmosphere of order and discipline.

The Empire knows that the training of the next generation of soldiers, especially Astartes, is related to future survival and prosperity. Therefore, this recruit camp is not only a military facility, but also the starting point for countless young people to achieve greater glory.

This city not only carries prosperity and hope, but also plays an important role in the development blueprint of the Rich Star and even the entire "08" universe.

Steel and fields, technology and tradition, converge here, depicting a magnificent picture of the "Era of Empire".

Of course, not all young people can successfully pass the selection of the new recruit camp.

Although many people completed the preliminary screening with great expectations, in the subsequent detailed tests, they were unable to adapt to the gene seeds of the Sons of Man Legion due to their special physique.

This means that they are destined to not become "adapters" accepted by the legion, nor can they become the legendary "heroes" they long for and fantasize about.

These children went to the new recruit camp with great expectations and joy to be examined by technicians.

But when they learned that their physique was not enough to withstand the harsh requirements of gene seeds and transformation surgery, those eyes that were originally full of hope dimmed instantly.

The feeling of loss swept through their hearts like a tide, and their parents could only take their frustrated children away from this place carrying dreams and return home to continue their ordinary lives.

In the spacious and bright hall of the new recruit camp;

A boy named Xilak Oren looked no more than fourteen years old, with a bit of childishness between his eyebrows.

His eyes were full of expectation, but also with deep uneasiness, until the final test report arrived.

The receptionist at the front desk was a female synthetic in uniform.

She had a delicate appearance and a calm expression. The uniform, which was mainly black, was decorated with purple lines and gold threads, perfectly showing the dignity and beauty of the children of mankind.

She lowered her head and glanced at the test results on the screen, then slowly raised her head, simulating a trace of complex emotions in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, child." She sighed slightly and shook her head.

Although her tone was calm, it revealed a rare softness, "According to subsequent tests, the pharmacist of the Children of Man Legion determined that your body could not withstand the process of genetic modification.

This is not your fault, but an objective limitation of your physique."

Xilak's hand trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, and his eyes began to turn red slightly.

The synth continued, "Although you cannot become an Astartes of the Sons of Man, it does not mean that you have no chance to serve the Empire.

Please go back and finish your studies. When you come of age, you can sign up to join the Imperial Marines.

If you perform well, you will have the opportunity to be selected as an auxiliary army of the Legion, which is also a supreme honor."

She paused, and her voice became softer: "Don't be discouraged, Chirac.

The Empire needs all kinds of talents, whether they are soldiers, engineers, or educators, every position is fighting for the future of mankind.

You can also use other ways to serve the Empire and humanity, and at the same time strive for a better living standard for yourself and your family. Your future will not end with today's results."

Although there was encouragement in the words, Chirac's eyes were full of disappointment.

His shoulders collapsed instantly, looking particularly depressed.

His parents hugged him in their arms, comforting their lost son, and their eyes were filled with regrets that could not be concealed.

The lights in the hall were still bright, and the imperial dragon emblem flashed a solemn golden glow.

However, for Chirac, at this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was eclipsed.

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After all, on the planet of abundance, the mighty and tall Sons of Man, wearing armor, are the most desirable existence in the hearts of every child.

These warriors represent the supreme glory.

The Sons of Man can not only serve mankind, the Emperor and the Empire, but also symbolize protection and fearlessness, and always charge at the most dangerous front.

Their figures, whether in the virtual holographic theater or in the heroic stories recorded in books, have become the goals pursued by countless young people.

Chirac Oren is no exception.

He has firmly believed since he was a child that he will one day join the Sons of Man Legion and become the hero that everyone is paying attention to.

This is not only his personal dream, but also his parents' expectation of him.

Chirac's father was the security captain of Atlas Company. After retiring, he became a captain of the Metropolitan Police Department with his excellent resume and better physical fitness than ordinary people.

His mother is the chief physician of the Atlas Central Hospital, in charge of the most advanced medical facilities and team on the planet of abundance.

Such a family background undoubtedly provides Chirac with an excellent starting point.

More importantly, Chirac's own performance has never disappointed people.

Whether it is the elementary school sports meeting or the Sanda and boxing extracurricular classes he participated in during his youth, he has always been the focus of everyone's attention.

Although his figure is not fully developed, his limbs are slender, his muscles are tight, and his reaction and strength are far superior to his peers.

Therefore, when he signed up for the selection of new recruits for the Sons of Man, almost everyone who knew him believed that he would definitely stand out and become the one who shines in the audience.

However, the calm explanation of the female synthetic in front of him ruthlessly shattered his fantasy.

The comment "your body cannot withstand the transformation" was like a cold verdict, pulling him back to reality from his eager vision of the future.

He tried to stay calm, but the uncontrollable disappointment in his heart surged like a tide, almost making him unstable.

In the end, Chirac's parents had no choice but to comfort him softly and took the distraught child out of the hall of the recruit camp.

When leaving, Chirac couldn't help but look back and glanced at the spacious and bright door and the giant emblem symbolizing the legion.

But that symbol of supreme glory now seems extremely distant.

The family silently boarded a civilian suspended boat. The hull of the boat was simply painted and the cabin was suffocatingly quiet.

During the flight, Chirac's eyes were always lowered, and his hands were clenched unconsciously until his nails were almost embedded in his palms.

Because all the partners he knew, as well as his parents' relatives and friends, all thought that he could be a member of the Children of Man, but the reality was the opposite.

If only everyone knew.

What a shame.

Back then, he and his parents lived in Haikou.

Face may be more important than anything else. Chirac doesn't know how to face inquiries from friends and relatives, or walk into the classroom with the surprised and confused eyes of his classmates when he goes to school tomorrow.

He just felt like the sky was falling.

At this time, the floating boat sailed smoothly over the city, and the scenery outside the window changed from dazzling high-rise buildings to a slightly ordinary residential area.

The floating boat finally began to descend slowly in front of a high-rise residential building on the west side of the city, and followed the guidance on the screen to enter the mid-level "parking lot" of this high-rise residential building.

After it stopped, the family left the hovercraft.

And take the same magnetic levitation elevator to the top floor.

The elevator opened the door, and Chirac followed his parents to the door of his home. He looked up at his familiar home, but he did not feel at all at ease.

Walk into the home.

"Mom, Dad, I'll stay by myself for a while."

After Chirac finished speaking, he locked himself in the bedroom.

"This kid."

Chirac's father looked at the closed bedroom door, shook his head helplessly and said:

"Isn't it just that I wasn't selected? I would like to pursue a career in literature or business, but why am I so depressed?"

"Leave him alone."

The mother also shook her head, turned and walked to the kitchen bar, preparing to cook lunch for the family.

In Chirac's bedroom, he listlessly took off his coat and socks, wanting to lie down on the bed and sleep.

But he was afraid that sleeping would quickly consume time and make tomorrow one step closer, so he had to sit at the computer desk and habitually wake up the hard light screen in standby.

Immediately afterwards, he began to search for relevant information such as "What should I do if I am not selected as an adapter by the legion?", "Do all legions have the same requirements for adaptors?", and began to post help posts on the forum.

I hope someone with the same experience can ease his current pain.

Suddenly, a friend request popped up on the hard light screen, and the other party's user name was "For.Emperor!!Boots!".