Chapter 649 Doomsday Storm: Hall of Glory

Burning incense filled the air under the empty dome, and exquisite statues guarded the roof. Swords and holy hammers were raised one by one. Statues of angels soared high. They stood between the eaves, with cornices and brackets, extremely luxurious. Each one wore a glittering robe or a long dress embellished with diamonds.

The sword shone brightly, twinkling in the warm sunlight. The dim sunlight splashed down from the kaleidoscope-like painted dome. The sunlight slowly stretched along the gaps between the statue's fingers, lighting up the exquisite reliefs. One by one, they appear in the sunlight, and each face carved on the magnificent walls gradually emerges from the darkness.

It was a picture of war. The sons and daughters of Macragge, the Astartes and the mortal auxiliaries were fighting against the invaders from the stars. The Tyranid war beasts were vividly carved out, with long teeth and five claws. The horror was overwhelming, but the Emperor's warriors remained at their posts.

On the majestic mural, the Astartes hold their bolts high, and beneath them, heroic mortals march into battle, and even militiamen stand with them, flags flying, outlines of the nameless people in the sun , above their heads, the flags were flying in the light.

This is Macragge's Great Temple of Hera, located in the central part of the Ultramarines' central fortress. It is surrounded by tall walls and lined with turrets. Once upon a time, this place had the same status as the Great Temple where the original body slumbers. important.

Here is the place where all the honors of the Ultramarines from the Legion to the current chapter era are written. Regardless of glory or ordinary, they all have a place here. The magnificent murals describe the epic war, the Tyranid craze, the chaos of Chaos. The invasion, the sacrifice of millions and the glory that followed.

More sculptures stand on both sides of the church. It is a statue of a respected person. They are not all Astartes, but there are also many mortal figures. They are all those respected by the Ultramarines, and most of them have passed away long ago.

But there is a proverb that says that people will die three times in their life. The first death is in the biological sense, when the heart stops and the brain degrades and disappears. The second time is in the sociological sense, and the third time is in the sociological sense. When the last person who knows you remembers you, the person who knew you finally passes away.

If that is the case, then these people will have eternal life in a sense. They will live here forever, accepting worship from generations to generations. The Ultramarines will get to know them here and bring their deeds to thousands of people. Thousands of battlefields, and accompany you for a long or short life.

When these warriors pass away, they may also be able to achieve brilliant achievements. When they disappear like meteors and fly across the sky, they will be reborn here, standing between the stone platforms, passing their spirit to the next generation. One generation of warriors, the next, will live alongside them in the hearts of heroes.

Heavy footsteps came from the far end of the hall, approaching from a distance, and his voice echoed among the statues of heroes and among the epic scrolls of air raids.

The recruits of the 10th Company of the Ultramarines, who were carrying guns on both sides, looked at him and saluted as he passed by. He turned around, the cockscomb helmet in his hand turning with his posture, "Everyone, get down. Guard the door and no one is allowed to come in and disturb you.”

"Yes, Third Company Commander." The recruit squad leader saluted, took a step forward, turned to look at his comrades, "All of you! One step ahead!"

The recruits took a step forward, stood neatly in two rows, and then put their guns on their shoulders. They had not yet put on real power armor, but the carapace armor on their chests was still shining in the sun.

"Everyone is here, turn left, start, let's go!" The squad leader also put on his gun and walked on one side of the team. The recruits passed by in formation on both sides. The company commander watched them walk towards the bright door in the distance, and then turned his head. Walk quickly into the depths of the hall.

He is very familiar with this place. As the eternal guardian who stays at Macragge and Hera Fortress all year round, he knows every corner of this fortress, every corridor, every gun array, and the power system of the fortress better than anyone else. All the pipelines are clear in his mind.

So he quickly passed through the magnificent hall, with only the occasional servitors he met along the way. It seemed that there were no thinking beings here, but this was an illusion, because the most intelligent brain in the real universe was here.

When entering a remote and dark side hall deep in the hall, that tall figure came into view. He stood there alone, holding his head high, looking at the tall statue in front of him.

It was a statue wearing heavy armor, holding a chain sword in both hands, with its feet on the rock and a pair of eagles with wings spread on its shoulders. Their size was larger than that of ordinary Astartes armor, with two wings on the left and right sides. , guarding the head of that huge figure.

"Mikael."

He turned around and saw that the company commander took a step forward and immediately stopped. He picked up the shirt that had fallen off his shoulders and knelt down. The company commander pressed the hilt of the sword inlaid with gems at his waist and lowered his head, "Master Primarch."

Yes, of course it's Guilliman. Few people have come here for so many years, and many people don't even know it exists. This is an ancient corner of the entire Hall of Glory, and its existence is even older than the Hera Fortress. Only the oldest veterans in the regiment know this place, and they have long been gone.

Even Calgar knows very little about this place and often forgets its existence. Only Mikael still remembers that he is the guard of Hera Fortress and the eternal sentinel of Macragge.

Because the people enshrined here are the embodiment of history. They were the starting point of the empire, and now, they were standing on the high platform in the past, and now they are below, majestic and solemn, like an invisible majestic existence.

"Why are you here?", "The senior leaders of the battle group discovered that you were missing. Lord Calgar immediately ordered to search for you. Captain Sikarius and Captain Sefulsk led their companies to search for you in the fortress, but I didn't expect you to be here." "Then you found me. Why?" "I thought maybe you wanted to come back and see your old friends."

Guilliman smiled silently, but nodded with satisfaction. He turned his head and looked at the magnificent statue in front of him, "Dorne, to be honest, it doesn't look like him. Dorne has less hair than this. We were They say he was born bald."

Guilliman smiled, and Mikael raised his head to look at the statue of Rogal Dorn. He was carved by the best craftsmen in Macragge. The work was lifelike and solemn, just like Dorn brought to people. coming impression.

""I ordered this place to be built, but I have only been here once. This is only the second time in ten thousand years. "Guilliman said, walking among the statues. They formed a circle around them, eighteen of them, but some were covered with white cloth, covered from head to toe.

"I have dreamed about this place many times in my dreams. It is different from what I remember. Have you renovated it?", "Yes, sir, Hera Fortress was invaded during the Tyrannic War, and it was attacked by a Titan Beetle." , the palace guards managed to kill it, but it was also severely damaged and was rebuilt after the war. "

"Well, indeed, it can be seen, Lion, huh, he is not that old. Have you forgotten that he is as old as us?" Guilliman stopped and was wearing a robe, but his chest was open, revealing a sword with wings. In front of A, his master stepped on a huge demon, stuck the sword in the demon's head, and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The man was majestic and intimidating, with a huge lion coiled behind him, and its head was placed under the armored man's hand. He was touching the lion with one hand and holding the sword with the other, with the winged war helmet hanging on his waist.

"According to legend, Lord Lane is solemn and intimidating, so the craftsmen we hired carve it according to the description. Everyone who saw it recognized the final result."

"Indeed, it is very solemn, just like himself. That is, his beard is not that long. Ryan will shave and always keep his face clean. He said that is the code of knights."

Guilliman smiled cheerfully. He touched the demon's head and turned to look at the statue on the other side. He was completely different from the one in front of him. He had a cheerful face, smiled happily and showed sharp teeth. His messy beard and hair were flying. Behind him, he held two battle axes, followed by two giant wolves on the left and right.

"Ruth didn't like it very much at the time. He called Ryan a sissy. For this reason, they fought a lot. I remember, there were wins and losses, and there were more draws. That is, both of them knocked each other down. No one One last punch."

"What two noisy kids, right?"

Mikael struggled for a moment, thinking about whether it was disrespectful to comment on the originals like this. If it were other warriors, Mikael would take them out after hearing this, and then tie them to a stone pillar outside the fortress door, showing them to the public. Three days.

He raised his head and glanced at Guilliman, who was looking at the statues with a joking smile. After thinking for a moment, Mikael lowered his head, "As you can see, my lord."

"Perfect answer, neither approval nor objection. You are very good at words, Mikael, in other words, tactics.", "My lord?" Mikael raised his head, and Guilliman smiled at him. Laughing, turning around, "This is a compliment, Mikael, don't be nervous, I know the word Machiavellian is not a good word nowadays."

Machiavellian means planning, conspiracy, and trickery. Any word can make you shot three times by the Ministry of Justice and the Inquisition. It occupies a place in the empire's dictionary of sensitive words that is almost as big as the planet.

If most people say this, then you have to think about how to defend yourself, or turn around and run away, or at least think about a comfortable way to die. But as for what Guilliman said, you don't need to be nervous, because he was still there at that time. There is no such dictionary.

"Alas, their looks are no longer the same as in my impression. Did I sleep for too long, or are they not like this?" Guilliman walked in front of the statues. He glanced at the statues, and then stopped at one. He stood there in front of a giant statue that was taller and burlier than anyone else, covered by a white cloth.

"Mikael, will you still teach the deeds of the Primarchs?", "Of course, sir, this is standard recruit education.", "Then do you know them all?", "Yes, sir," "Steel "Wall" Roger Dorn, "Lord of the Lions" Lion Olson, and "Lord of the Wolves" Leman Russ."

"What about him?" Guilliman said, pulling down the white cloth. It suddenly slid down, revealing the figure behind it. When the white cloth fell completely, Mikael stood up, almost subconsciously, He stepped back and held the sword at his waist. The power sword was unsheathed, and lightning was instantly activated on the sword.

"His name is Horus."

"And he is." Guilliman pulled down another white cloth. The statue behind it was taller than the others around it. When it fell with a crash, revealing a statue behind it, you could see the reason why he was so tall, because he The incense burner holding an iron chain was lifted high.

He stood on the stone platform, his feet and behind him were shaped like church steps. He walked down from it, his bald head covered with symbols, smiling kindly, holding a book in his hand, It was as if an angel had descended from the world, or a prophet from mythology had stepped out.

"Rebel……"

"No, his name is Lorgar." Guilliman looked at him and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if relieved, "Fortunately, the alien did not destroy them, these brothers, otherwise they would not be rebuilt."

Guilliman looked at Lorgar, looked at his passionate smile, and silently patted the bag hanging on his waist with the book he was holding. Mikael noticed a book among them.

"What do you want from me here? Company Commander."

Guilliman's words seemed to wake up Mikael. He let go of his hand, put the sword back into the scabbard and saluted Guilliman, "The top leaders of the battle group are ready. Lord Calgar invites you to participate." Meeting, my lord.”

"Then let's go." Guilliman turned away from the statue in front of him, and the white cloth fell at his feet. When the footsteps gradually faded away, Mikael followed him, glanced at the statue, and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know him? My lord."

"No, I never knew him, Mikael."

The slanted sunlight shone in from outside the door, crawled along the wall, and finally illuminated the book and the face of the person who stepped down the stairs.