Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

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 covered the sky completely blocked the light of stars, but also projected 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, the 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.

One after another, spaceships from afar docked at the star port, 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 It feels like watching a ridiculous tragedy, but the sad thing is that these are 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 still don't know what to do now." I don’t know. Sometimes I really admire Luo Jia, no matter where he is, he can always be the unlucky guy.”

"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.”

Dukel 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 noticed something was wrong with him during the Great Crusade. He walked in long steps. I didn't expect him to bite me back, saying that I and the Thousand Sons were playing with psychic wizards. He said he hated psychic power, but he studied numerology. Although Guilliman used psychic power to seal psychic power, he really hated psychic power. Dukel, you always say that psychic energy is not psychic power, but at least you don't say that you hate psychic power. His behavior is more shameless than all of you!" Magnus said indignantly.

"I don't use psychic power!" Guilliman was directly angry.

"Magnus, I have said many times that psychic energy is not psychic power. It is a kind of pure power that comes from human will." Dukel explained patiently.

"Haha, I might as well believe in the Imperial Truth instead of believing you."

The Primarchs talked to each other, and almost every sentence was unscrupulously revealing the secrets of the past.

The guards looked straight ahead. In their opinion, the conversations of the Primarchs were so profound and unfathomable, and they often involved secrets from thousands of years ago, which was not something they could understand at all.

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

They were the Chapter Masters from various interstellar regiments, and even representatives of the Imperial Guards from Terra, and nuns from Ophelia VII.

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

Dozens of generals of the Astra Militarum, and war lords from various worlds, or people of the same status as them.

Imperial Navy Colonels, and some legendary captains.

In addition, there were a large number of male and female officers, each of whom had left a legendary experience among the stars, and the glory they had won was comparable to the light of the stars.

These people are the cornerstones of the Empire and the foundation for the survival of the Empire.

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

All forces showed enough respect to meet the two emperors who had just returned triumphantly.

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

When Duker began to speak, the whole world was so quiet. He didn't need to say anything. As a Primarch, he had a unique demeanor. As long as mortals looked up at him, they would have endless fighting spirit in their hearts.

All the imperial people who came to watch thought that this Primarch full of fighting spirit would make a triumphant speech full of hope.

But at this time, he revealed the emotional side of human beings.

Everyone was touched by his sensibility. They looked at each other, wondering why this god-like Primarch would make such emotions public.

"Ten thousand years ago, I always liked to look at the sea of ​​stars. In this sea of ​​stars, humans can get everything they want. As long as we ask for it and work hard for it, it will always give us rich rewards."

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

"So I learned from our ancestors to use fire to dispel the darkness. I set the galaxy on fire and crushed all enemies of mankind like a wheel."

"We won, but this victory was not without cost. We lost millions of soldiers in the war. "I saw hundreds of millions of imperial people being ruthlessly slaughtered in the war." "I once met a thin mother holding her equally thin young son and asking me for blessings. Her life was extremely difficult because her husband, the pillar of the family, had fallen on the road to protect them and became a cold corpse, which was gnawed by demons beyond recognition." "I saw the incomplete bodies of our compatriots piled up in huge pits, and their blood flowed into lakes, soaking the earth of the entire planet." "I heard countless human souls wailing and crying." Dukel's voice was mixed with the fluctuations of spiritual energy, and every citizen was touched by the memory that they least wanted to remember in their hearts. It is their sorrow to live in this era. Every imperial person has suffered similar suffering directly or indirectly. The Primarch's voice never stopped because of their sadness, but continued to narrate, "Those cruel enemies slaughtered our compatriots all the time. During the ten thousand years when the Empire was declining, all the beasts that came here wanted to tear a piece of flesh from us. They slaughtered and looted recklessly, thinking that we would become weaker and weaker with each blow until we collapsed and died." "How ridiculous!" Duker's words were full of arrogance that despised all enemies of mankind. He said disdainfully, "On the way to the expedition, I even saw demons talking nonsense about fate. Have I been sleeping for too long? Since when did even the inferior demons dare to claim to be fate in front of humans?!" "So, I gave this 'fate' a chance to be loyal to the Empire!" Along with the Primarch's words, under the influence of the drone, a huge golden double-headed sky eagle flag flew over everyone's heads and finally floated in the air, showing its true appearance to all the people of the Empire.

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 officers of the empire 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!"