Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 468 2.48 The Second Empire was established!

In the ninth month after the fall of Pluto, in the ninth month after the extinguishing of the Star Torch,

the Second Empire was established one by one.

This marked the staged victory of regional stability in the empire since the tearing of the galaxy.

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The magnificent sun of Baal cast golden light on the earth.

On the high platform, in the only shadow, Conrad shook his body uneasily, but also maintained the necessary silence.

It started.

The sound of golden boots stepping on the ground sounded.

[His believers, my people! ]

The majestic voice of the archangel resounded throughout the fields. He stood on the high platform in front of the church. Below the high steps, tens of thousands of warriors lined up, and countless Titans, Knights, and Storm Birds were waiting to start the engines and made anxious hums.

On the cathedral behind him, countless white statues were looking down at this favorite, with stone silk hanging from their curved and smooth arms. People looked at him, those eyes that had suffered so much were looking at him, holding golden double-headed eagle statues or simple archangel statues in their hands, and they couldn't stop chanting, For the Emperor, The archangel with wings spread out, each wing flowing with colorful luster, shouted, [I know that you have tried your best just to stand here, just to maintain your purity,] The archangel said, and the wind blew violently, [I know that you came here, to Baal, to the protection of the Legion, hoping to find a corner to spend the rest of your life in peace,] Sanguinius's broad wings were lifted by the wind, and naturally, the archangel rose into the air, In a trance, everyone on the ground seemed to see the golden tear on the archangel's cheek. [But I can't help but tell you,] Sanguinius sighed, [I can't promise you a stable future - the galaxy is burning, and wars that are enough to tear apart an entire planet are ignited at all times. Evil beings are hidden in the darkness, always watching us.] The people who were originally praying in a low voice began to riot, but they did not speak. Instead, they huddled together like more uneasy lambs, conveying their uneasiness with their eyes. [Yes,] the archangel sighed, [For humans, this is hell.] [I saw the devil with my own eyes, and saw the blasphemous existence. Hell does exist. They are as evil and disgusting as described in the oldest myths.] [They torture our souls wantonly and take pleasure in the depravity of pure people. Our pain is the best nourishment for them to grow and develop.] [They are the devils incarnated by the most secret desires in our hearts. 】

The wings of the archangel flashed the morning sun of Baal in the sky, and each white feather was drenched with golden light.

[I should...]

The archangel lowered his eyes and cast his gaze downward, as if looking directly into everyone's soul, gently asking them if they were still pure,

[How can I save you?]

Sanguinius said softly, his voice seemed to melt into the wind, but everyone heard it clearly, that voice was ringing beside their souls,

[How can I save you?]

The archangel asked again, his tears slid down, bloomed a crystal flower in the wind, and disappeared in an instant,

[This is a battle about whether we are still pure. I need the most heroic warriors not to indulge in the battlefield, the most compassionate doctors not to be greedy for life, the most knowledgeable wise men not to be old in classics, and the most rigorous artists not to linger in research - I want you to put down your joy, anger, anger, and ignorance in your heart, I want you...]

The archangel's voice gradually became smaller,

[This is too cruel. 】

A sigh shattered in the wind.

【This is too cruel, I can't convince myself that I can't do this no matter what,】

Tears flowed drop by drop, Sanguinius seemed to shed all the tears in his life, all the unwillingness, pain, anger, and finally only the archangel without sorrow and tears was left,

【I can't do it, but... but I know this is the best way I can provide for you,】

Sanguinius opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace those who loved him and were willing to give their lives to him,

Sanguinius, they are willing to give themselves to you, why don't you dare to give yourself for them?

You should integrate yourself into the surging sea of ​​people and never see yourself again.

Let faith reshape you.

【Be firm in your loyalty as a human being, and stick to your original soul - this is the only way for us to remain intact in this hell. I ask you to lose a lot, we lose a lot, and those we give up will be exchanged for our final dignity as a human being. 】

【We are human beings. 】

Sanguinius said with a trembling voice, as if this sentence drained all his strength,

[God-Emperor above, He gave us the power of natural purity and natural freedom. We are human beings, and we should not be slaves. 】

[Those blasphemous, those crazy, those whispering in our tired souls, they want us to abandon our purity, they want us to fall into demons - fall into their slaves. 】

Sanguinius paused for a moment, and in the morning sun, his wings seemed to burn,

[No,]

The archangel said firmly,

[No, I look at each of you, every human who comes to Baal, and I see your souls shining. I cannot... I cannot tolerate the degradation of seeing your shining white souls. 】

[I see that no human soul, whether poor or noble, sane or crazy, complete or incomplete, cannot accept the truth after the fall, which is an evil that cannot be imagined by the limit of thought. 】

The Archangel was silent, his tears sparkling,

【But I can't be cruel...】

He murmured softly,

【So, I ask you,】

Sanguinius said softly, and he said it patiently, as if he was not the archangel. Generally, a person of this status would not say such words to civilians and refugees.

But he is not a man, he is Sanguinius, he is an archangel,

Only the Son of God could be so compassionate, so merciful.

Under the wings of the archangel, the people huddled together thought,

[I ask you to keep yourself pure, keep your loyalty, keep yourselves...arrogant. 】

The archangel's whisper floated down lightly, and like the archangel descending from the strong wind, the strong wind began to dissipate and turned into a gentle breeze.

The toes of the fine gold boots touched the ground silently.

The archangel folded his wings and stared at people gently,

[Whether you can do it or not, whether you stubbornly stick to the pure path, or whether you unfortunately fall, but at this moment, I look at you and your persistence in persisting here, I will send you My most sincere blessing——】

The archangel took a step forward and walked to the edge of the high platform.

[May the God Emperor protect you. 】

When the words fell to the ground, there was deathly silence, complete silence. People stared blankly at the archangel. Their faces were already filled with tears. They felt that there were words stuck in their throats, but they could not make a sound.

Any voice or oath was eclipsed at this moment.

The archangel raised his hand and casually wiped away the tears that had fallen long ago and did not exist. A bright smile reappeared on his face.

Azkalon stepped forward and handed the archangel his final spear. The archangel raised the spear.

[Now, in order to ignite the last fire in this hell, and in order to keep mankind pure forever, I declare that the Second Empire is established today! 】

What responded to him were shouts and oaths from mountains and tsunamis.

The archangel smiled, a smile that seemed to come from the heart. He tilted his head slightly, and beside him, two other giants stepped out.

But at this moment, everything was eclipsed in front of Sanguinius, who was emitting a halo of golden light.

Leon Jonson pursed his lips tightly. He stepped forward, glanced at Sanguinius without saying a word, and then moved away restrainedly.

His neatly combed blond hair reflected the light, and the lion sword he held in his hand was silent and serious.

The Knight Commander stands on the right side of the Archangel, becoming his most powerful sword.

Konrad Curze hid himself under the hood and shadow. He stood slightly trembling on the left side of Sanguinius, silent, as if completely immersed in his own world.

But at least he didn't have another seizure.

The Judge stands on the left side of the Archangel, serving as his most severe scale.

Under the aura of the archangel, this unreliable and shaky triangle seemed to have a stable outline.

They will continue to teeter on and struggle to survive.

the other side,

[Mortarion, your wings are crowding me. 】

Angron, who was responding to the cheers of the people, winked at Mortarion. The Pale Lord made no response on the surface.

Then Guilliman felt in horror that something huge seemed to be moving behind him, like some kind of insect. Angron beside him stumbled without a trace,

【Hey! 】

Angron exclaimed softly,

【Quiet--】

Guilliman whispered, "Thank you, Emperor, for the shouts of celebration that drowned out the whispers of the Provisional Government.

[Oh my god - at least give me some face to deal with this political situation, okay? 】

Guilliman whispered, desperately aware that none of the two Primarchs present except him had any political awareness of such a politically significant scene.

And now, the three of them are back to back - just to cover up Mortarion's damn big wings!

Your Majesty!

No more, great!