Chapter 266 The Rise of the Primarch: The Triumph of the King

The plasma reactor flashed brightly, lighting up the dark galaxy background. The huge and magnificent ship was passing through the starry sky. The giant cannon arrays on its side extended from behind the gun shield. They slid through the dark galaxy background, accompanying the steel ship floating in the orbit.

Gradually, a dawn light shone from the edge of the western hemisphere of the planet. The rising sun shone through the surface of the planet. The earth, mountains, rivers and oceans reappeared in the field of vision under its light, and the light was still looking further away.

The sun passed through the surface of the planet's atmosphere, as if it had painted a layer of color on the gray clouds from east to west. The dawn light passed quickly through its clouds.

The light was also projected onto the giant ship from the empty background of the outer orbit. The sun shone on the upward armored hull arranged in staggered layers, and the surface of the magnificent cannons arranged in layers also appeared one by one from the darkness.

The dawn passed between the gun barrel and the external building. The bright dawn light stretched the appearance of those objects long. The huge and long shadow was pulled to one side from the surface of the ship. The end of the shadow extended to the edge of the warship and extended to the darkness of the void.

Suddenly, the shadow had a connected entity. In the dark galaxy background, another magnificent warship appeared in the darkness. The rising sun completely illuminated its outline. As one side of the magnificent ship was completely bathed in the sun, the dawn of the sun shone from both sides of it, and countless lights illuminated countless warships.

The dark background was completely illuminated by the dawn light, and also illuminated the thousands of dense fighters hovering in the orbit outside the planet. They were suspended on the dark galaxy background like stars in the galaxy.

The light of the sun gradually expanded, and it shone through the surface of the red and black warship at the edge of the fleet. The sun shone between the armor and the dense array of weapons. The light gradually came from one side, completely covering and illuminating the gold-plated Gothic font on the bow of the ship.

The Gothic font reads its name, the name of this magnificent Mars-class battlecruiser, and behind it is another more magnificent star-world warship that appears in the darkness, and the sun illuminates the body outline of the unprecedented steel behemoth in the galaxy.

The Queen of Glory-class battleship, as its name suggests, is bathed in the rising glory. The rising sun shines on the surface of the Queen of Glory-class battleship. The warship is so huge that the sun's dawn cannot completely cover its body. Only a part of it is exposed to the dawn.

Macragge's orbit is fully illuminated, and the dawn of dawn also shines from outside the atmosphere into the planet itself. The white outer walls and golden trim of the City of Glory gradually appear in the sun. The oblique sunlight falls from the surface of the city wall, and the upper body of the sword-holding angel statue standing proudly on its outer wall is also illuminated.

Her holy face was bathed in the golden sunlight, and the sunlight on the edge of her huge wings passed through the gaps between her feathers and shone into the city behind the high wall. Those buildings, those crystals of human art, were bathed in the sunlight. The golden morning light passed between the high walls and the porch, and the white marble walls reflected the dawn.

The sunlight reflected by the marble wall merged with the floodlight of the entire city to dispel the darkness. The dark alleys between the buildings were illuminated little by little by the light, and the colorful glazed windows of the temples also reflected a little light. They cast the dawn from the dome and the golden bell tower, and cut the light into wide blocks of light that fell on the road surface of the city.

The sunlight shone on the white marble floor, and suddenly a combat boot stepped into the sunlight, stepped on the marble road and moved forward, and behind it, there were more pairs of combat boots stepping on the road surface one after another, stepping on the entire wide Pilgrim Avenue surface.

The Space Marines walked side by side with their bolters in hand, their heavy steps making a dull rumble on the road, the shoulders of their power armor rising and falling with their steps, and the emblems of their respective chapters were also illuminated by the golden dawn, flickering in the morning light.

The crowd around them cheered and rejoiced, and the people of Macragge and the Five Hundred Worlds stood on the surrounding roads and high pedestrian streets cheering, their voices echoing in the city like a joyful band singing, and the petals of flowers and colorful streamers fell from the sky, and those flowers fell from the top of the flag flying high at the head of the team.

The petals fell on the shoulder armor of the Space Marine at the head of the queue. He walked at the front of the queue holding the chapter flag, and behind him were endless rows of Space Marine battalions, the sun shone through them, and the Emperor's angels of death marched forward in reorganized companies, forming battalions and phalanxes and marching on the avenue.

It was a huge team composed of countless square formations. The Space Marines stretched along the avenue to the farthest ends of the road. Each square formation represented a regiment. They wore the ancient relic armor of the regiment and followed the fluttering banner at the head of the team.

Behind the Space Marine square formations, there were also huge Astra Militarum tanks marching. Leman Russ main battle tanks marched in a line in front and behind. Chimera armored personnel carriers followed on both sides like wolves following behind the head wolf. The petrified lizard self-propelled artillery proudly raised its gun barrel, and the gray-black magnificent cannon flashed with light in the sun.

The mortal warriors of the Astra Militarum marched between the armored tanks with guns in hand. The Astra Militarum soldiers in military uniforms walked through the avenue under the leadership of the political commissar. They and the Iron Torrents proudly accepted the review. Listen to the cheers of the people of the five hundred worlds around you.

Countless laser guns were pointed at the sky. What was flying between the muzzles and bayonets was their military flag, the glorious military flag belonging to the Emperor's Hammers. The soldiers' footsteps were recalled uniformly. Behind them was a group of soldiers. Deathshooter missile launch vehicles, the warheads of those missiles standing high, proclaimed the silent majesty of the Emperor.

Behind the Astral Army, there were burly steel bodies. They stepped on the ground with heavy feet and made rhythmic drum beats. When they appeared, the cheers of the crowd became even more enthusiastic. They shouted to those warriors. The honorary veterans of the regiment cheered and cheered to the Dreadnought Mecha Brigade.

All the fearless mechas from various battle groups have been awakened. These ancient veterans who were uncontrollable, violent and irritable in the past are now extremely calm. They are walking at a dull pace, and their mechanical arms are floating slightly with the ups and downs of their bodies. There is only pride in their hearts now because they are walking together with their genetic father.

Surrounded by the fearless mecha brigade, surrounded by these mecha veterans with hundreds of thousands of years of fighting history, is an armored parade vehicle. The tall blue body is inlaid with golden patterns and embellishments, and there are statues of angels. Towering above the church-like structure on the roof of the car, she soared, her huge wings spread out to the sides, while she held a laurel wreath high in her hand.

Under the angel statue is a throne, a sacred throne surrounded by thousands of sacred sculptures. On it sits a giant. He is wearing gorgeous power armor and sits solemnly on the throne. When he appears, the crowd is enthusiastic The climax was reached, and everyone shouted his name at the top of their lungs.

Their voices echoed throughout the city, under the sky of Macragge, and the name of Robert Guilliman was also conveyed to the farthest corners of the planet with their shouts. Now, the entire five hundred worlds, , the entire Empire will know that Guilliman, the son of vengeance, has returned.

Guilliman waved to the crowd, and petals and colorful streamers fell from the sky. Those petals that represented enthusiasm and longing fell on him, and also on the entire parade vehicle.

Guilliman sat on the throne and looked around. He looked at the enthusiastic people around him and smiled and waved. The people cheered towards Guilliman, and they were even more excited when they saw what was following Guilliman behind the parade car. They danced wildly, with countless pairs of arms raised high in the air and cheering.

That thing that shocked everyone walked proudly on the avenue. It occupied the entire width of the road by itself, because it was a Titan, a warrior-level Titan as tall and burly as a building. The steel giant stood like a skyscraper. Among the tall buildings in the city, the countless magnificent cannons on its back and shoulders were bathed in golden light.

The Titan walked behind Guilliman, and the huge banner hanging from his belly was Guilliman's own flag. The golden U-shaped logo was flying above his head. Against the background of the majestic Titan, the sense of solemnity and solemnity was achieved. reached the pinnacle.

Bell looked up at the flying banner. He looked around at the cheering crowd. The petals of the flower fell on his nose and Bell subconsciously swept them down. Guilliman noticed this and smiled. Continue waving to the crowd around you.

"Bell Guilliman, you are my uncle's descendant, right? Bell." Guilliman asked with a smile, and Bell immediately nodded to him and lowered his iron fist to his chest in a very serious and serious manner.

"Yes, my lord, my family is the same as yours." Bell's serious attitude made Guilliman chuckle. He glanced at Bell with his peripheral vision and nodded slightly, "In this case, you shouldn't be so reserved with me. , child, we are relatives in every sense, not only the relationship brought by genetic seeds, but also the bond of family blood. "

"I am deeply honored! My lord." Bell continued to bury his head. As expected, Bell was very bad at facing such "big scenes". He would always be too serious and serious, so that he didn't even notice the emotion in Guilliman's words. The implication of him taking it easy, but okay, as long as he feels comfortable.

Guilliman smiled and waved to the people on the High Walk, who responded with enthusiastic cheers, some of them shouting hoarsely.

"Where is Vito? Where did he go?" Guilliman asked. Vito had disappeared since the parade began. The guy seemed to have disappeared from the world. He was supposed to be in this parade car with him. to receive the cheers and blessings of the crowd.

Bell turned his head in embarrassment, cleared his throat, looked up at Guilliman and muttered in a low voice, "The Marshal said this is your limelight, and he has no intention of stealing it from you, and" "And what?" "With all due respect, I'm sorry. , he said that instead of sitting in this shabby car with you, strutting around like two clowns, it would be better to have some fun, I guess it's some respectable lady or something."

After hearing this, Guilliman couldn't help but burst out laughing. Bell was startled and a little frightened, but Guilliman didn't show any sign of being angry. He smiled, nodded repeatedly, put down his iron fist, laughed, and scratched his nose. , laughing for a long time made him feel a little itchy.

"Sure enough, he is still the same person. He hated this kind of military parade back then. Unless the emperor kidnapped him directly at this time, he would definitely run away."

Guilliman smiled happily as he recalled the past. The past was still vivid in his mind, the past before the Horus Heresy.

"I remember one time we defeated a difficult alien alien race. I remember this is the name Randan. As the commander-in-chief of the imperial coalition, of course he had to participate in the military parade. So, before he was about to slip away, I, Russ , Ryan and Horus captured him, and then tied him up and carried him to the military parade. "

Bell was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Guilliman with some confusion, "You four primarchs captured him alone?"

"Isn't that right? You don't know how capable he was at that time. Half of Russ's beard was burned by him, and Horus's eyebrows were clicked by him. It took us a lot of effort to push him to the ground and catch him. Yes, I still remember Ryan’s skillful binding skills, at least he said he learned them while hunting in Caliban.”

Guilliman thought about the scene at that time, and the scene of Riemann carrying the tied-up Vito in the Vengeful Spirit like a pig appeared in front of his eyes.

Guilliman laughed. He had rarely been so happy. His laughter echoed along the avenue, which made the crowd around him even more enthusiastic. It seemed that they thought Guilliman was laughing with them. This made The already warm atmosphere seemed to have been poured with a barrel of oil.

"My lord, we have arrived at the Arc de Triomphe." Governor Marius, who was the only one standing on the parade carriage with Guilliman and Bell, stepped forward. He quietly approached the throne and whispered.

Guilliman raised his head and saw the Arc de Triomphe in front of the military parade. It was a magnificent gate. Countless patterns carved by Macragge's best craftsmen painted a picture of glory on it. The goddess of victory, glory. The laurel crown and the triumphant army are vividly displayed on it.

That was the tradition of Macragge in the past, thousands of years before the arrival of the Emperor. Whenever the civilized armies of Macragge city-state returned victoriously, they would hold a triumphal ceremony here under the leadership of their generals. The general himself will wear a laurel wreath and pass through the Arc de Triomphe to receive the blessings and praises of the citizens.

"This is our tradition, my lord, and I think this time should be no exception." The Governor said softly, and Guilliman smiled and nodded.

"Of course, Governor, our traditions should not be forgotten. I also held a military parade here before stepping into the Star Sea. It was the first time I led troops to fight against the Iberians, the first victory in my life. ”

"I am also very happy to be here today to follow our traditions." Guilliman smiled and nodded to the Governor, who immediately took out the golden laurel wreath from the exquisite small box that had been prepared behind him. It was handed to Guilliman respectfully, who reached out and took the laurel crown specially made for the original body.

Bell looked at the laurel crown. The laurel crown was very beautiful, even too beautiful. "Who made this laurel crown? I didn't know that there were such skilled craftsmen in Macragge."

"This is made by a master. He is very old, but he is also very good at making this kind of fine products. He has an extraordinary pursuit of perfection." Marius answered Bell's question, and his eyes also looked at Ding Laurel showed a somewhat puzzling smile. That smile made Bell feel a little uncomfortable. There seemed to be some ominous meaning hidden in that smile.

"We made this specially for you, my lord. Only you are worthy of this crown." Marius flattered this person from the side. Guilliman could see that he was flattering, but it didn't matter. Guilliman felt strange. He could see that there was conspiracy and plan hidden in Marius' smile, but this was normal. After all, he was the governor of the planet.

He must be planning to get something from himself, appreciation? Or more power? Now was his rare chance to be alone with his Primarch, ensuring that no one could get there first, and of course he would flatter him with all his might.

"Then I am honored to wear this laurel crown. Governor, please thank the craftsman for me later." "Oh, my lord, he will even meet you in person."

The Governor smiled obsequiously, while Bell frowned but remained silent. After all, just as Guilliman thought, Bell also felt that Marius was just flattering and flattering.

Guilliman put on the crown without much thought. He put the gorgeous laurel crown on his head and sat upright on the throne. At the same time, the triumphal gate swept back from their heads. The gate was really tall. Even allowing a Titan to barely pass by.

Guilliman looked at the triumphal arch above his head and Minerva, the goddess of victory on it. He lowered his head and leaned on the throne to cheer to the crowd around him. He was in a good mood. The joy of victory and the love of the people made Guilliman Man was very proud and happy.

He couldn't help but think about the future. He would lead his warriors to win more victories, receive more cheers, and become the savior of mankind, just like he was supposed to be the war commander back then. But this time he didn't. People can share this title and honor with him.

As the military parade moved forward, Guilliman's inner joy became even more magnified. He began to imagine that he would be greeted like a hero when he arrived on Terra. There would be a grander triumphal ceremony, and he would accept everyone's greetings. With approval, he will then go before the Emperor, who will grant him the honor of Warmaster, no, not only Warmaster, but also the power of the legitimate heir of the Empire.

Guilliman imagined how prosperous the Empire would be under his leadership. They would defeat Chaos forever, close the Eye of Terror, and expel all the aliens. Under his leadership, prosperity would come to the Empire, and he would become a greater monarch than the Emperor! Even

Guilliman suddenly felt a trace of fear. A trace of chill flashed through his mind from the ecstasy, making him feel cold all over, just like the cold chill when Iverene stabbed the blade into his heart.

Guilliman suddenly woke up from his numb arrogance. He grabbed the laurel wreath and threw it to the ground. Bell was startled to see the Primarch suddenly stand up. Guilliman grabbed Marius' body and slammed it heavily against the wall behind the throne, which surprised Bell.

"Tell me! Who gave you this crown!" Guilliman glared at the Governor and roared. Bell looked at the crown in surprise and seemed to understand something. He immediately pulled out his bolter and pointed it at the Governor's head. The thick muzzle almost touched the Governor's head, but he was not afraid at all.

The Governor laughed at Guilliman in front of him. The flattering smile now completely turned into a wild laugh. "You have fallen into the trap, Robert Guilliman, you have fallen into the trap of my Lord!"

"Who is your master?! Answer us!" Bell roared on the side, but the Governor continued to laugh wildly. His laughter became more and more crazy and distorted, like the laughter of a crazy clown.

"Long live the joyful queen and the perfect prince." The governor said as he bit something in his mouth. Bell looked at the governor's face in surprise and it began to twitch. He rolled his eyes and began to sob and spit out white foam. In a short moment, he died with twitching all over his body, but the ironic and crazy smile was still on his face.

Guilliman loosened his fist, and the governor's body slid to the ground weakly. Guilliman stepped back a few steps and turned his head to look at the laurel wreath on the ground, "Perfect prince? It can't be."

"Yes, it's me, brother." The voice suddenly appeared in Guilliman's mind. The snake-like, slender and cold laughter echoed in his mind. Guilliman immediately frowned and recognized the owner of the voice.

"Fulgrim." Guilliman growled in his mind, and the voice laughed loudly. It was a completely crazy laugh. He laughed wildly and mocked Guilliman's naivety and failure.

"You crave the joy of victory, don't you? My brother, you crave victory, glory and recognition." Fulgrim's voice trembled like an ethereal and slender silk thread, the scraping sound of the plane came from the cold abyss, and the hissing sound penetrated the cortex of the brain tissue and echoed directly in Guilliman's mind.

"And I will curse you, I curse you to not be able to get any joy of victory, any honor and self-recognition, you will be like all the soulless weapons of our father, and you will only be accompanied by cold killing and living like a walking corpse. My brother, you will experience the coldness of this dark galaxy, and no one can share this chill with you."

Fulgrim laughed and said, the coldness surged from Guilliman's mind, almost numbing all his emotions in an instant, he frowned and leaned his iron fist against the side of the throne.

"I will defeat you, Fulgrim, I will defeat all of you, and traitors will not escape punishment." Guilliman growled, and Fulgrim laughed even crazier. His huge body rushed out of the abyss, and the scraping sound of countless scales scraping across the ground was unbearable.

"You have already lost, brother. When you were delayed by our lies and conspiracies for five hundred worlds, Terra had already been attacked by us. You have disappointed our father again. Just like that year, your small empire will cause the real empire to fall!"

"We will kill the false emperor, and you will destroy the future of mankind with your own hands!" A picture appeared in front of Guilliman as Fulgrim laughed. It was the picture of the fall of Terra, the burning sea of ​​fire, the collapsed palace buildings and the piled-up corpses, and... a star that smashed Terra!

"No! You haven't succeeded yet, we will stop you!" Guilliman roared and grasped the Flaming Sword. The Emperor's holy sword quickly injected power into Guilliman's arm. The powerful force instantly dispersed the laughter in Guilliman's mind. Fulgrim disappeared into the darkness with that crazy laughter, but the words he just said and the scene of Terra he saw made Guilliman uneasy for a long time.

He leaned on the throne and looked at the Great Temple in front of him. Bell came from behind and stood behind Guilliman. He looked at the governor's body on the ground, "My lord, should we stop the coronation ceremony to avoid attacks by traitors?"

"No, Bell, the danger is not here." Guilliman frowned and said in a low voice. Bell heard the sense of crisis in the words of the Primarch.

"Where is it, my lord?"

"Terra, the Emperor is in trouble."