Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Someone else's father?

Wodehouse suddenly remembered Guilliman he had seen in the prophetic vision. Lin Fan's words must have saved the Lord of Ultramar from the brink of death.

"That's not all. Why don't you guys take a guess?" Lin Fan gave it a try, but Wodehouse and the others had no chance to continue guessing.

Fulgrim, Perturabo, Dorn, and some of the Weeper Chapter soldiers appear. The three primarchs are extremely visible among the Lamenters, with Perturabo like a moving fortress, his face buried under various heavy weapons. Dorn prefers a stable castle, without the forest of barrels and spikes, which makes him look less aggressive.

Fulgrim is very plain, and his unpainted armor only has a metallic color. The only feature is the inconspicuous carvings on the armor's surface. If the light and line of sight are not controlled well, no one will be able to see the artistic and exquisite carvings on Fulgrim's armor.

Wodehouse, Kaiser White Fang, and Colvin looked at the three Primarchs. They could only judge the identities of the Primarchs by recalling the descriptions of the ancient scrolls in the Chapter's archives.

Perturabo's armor full of steel and guns reminded Wodehouse of the Iron Hands. He carefully whispered, "Is it... Lord Ferrus?"

After Wodehouse said Ferrus, he felt that he was locked by two eyes. One look is killing and dangerous, the other look is emotional and sad.

"You should thank me for being in a good mood now." Perturabo's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wodehouse's heart again and again, making him feel an inexplicable panic.

Somehow, Wodehouse suddenly saw the image of himself being buried in the Dreadnought sarcophagus. He was sweating coldly and did not dare to continue speaking.

The Space Wolves failed to recognize Perturabo and Fulgrim, nor did Chapter Master Korvin of the Raven Guard.

It is true that he was a Chapter Master, a powerful Space Marine who was highly respected and unparalleled in his martial prowess. However, Colvin has only been a Space Marine for more than 400 years, and Logan, the current chapter leader of the Space Wolves, has only been fighting in this position for more than 700 years. Faced with legends and antiques from thousands of years ago, they feel that Strangeness is quite normal.

Only those veterans who had survived the Great Crusade could describe the unreachable past, the great times when the Emperor and the Primarch walked among the stars.

For example, the holy and fearless Bjorn Brokenhand was buried in Mars. He was one of Leman Russ's personal guards. He had been fighting alongside Leman Russ during the Great Crusade and the Great Heresy. He was buried in the Emperor's Palace. His appearance has been seen before in the mechanics of the throne.

He is now the Space Wolves' most revered elder and a living history book for Space Wolves recruits to learn about the past. Every thousand years, he is awakened and tells the stories of Leman Russ to the Chapter's younglings.

But Bjorn is not here, and luckily he is not here. His hatred for traitors has never subsided in thousands of years, but has become stronger. If he saw Perturabo and Fulgrim, he would definitely choose to attack directly.

But fortunately, Dorne is easy to identify. After the Great Rebellion, the original body was completely dead, and the entire empire was controlled by the high lords and the later rising state religion. In order to explain the origins of the Chaos Traitors to the beings of the Empire, they promoted the theory of the Nine Angels and the Nine Demons.

The God-Emperor created nine angels to help him when he first established the empire. This naturally refers to the loyalist originals. They were written on the scrolls and scriptures of the state religion, and many of the contents have been greatly beautified and deleted. So much so that when Dorn and Guilliman recounted their myths from the holy library of the Ecclesiarchy, their faces were always frighteningly dark.

There are nine angels, and naturally there are nine opposing demons. They come from the corrupted place of the Eye of Terror and harbor the most evil intentions towards the God-Emperor and the empire he founded and protected. All traitors are minions of these nine demons.

Although Perturabo and Fulgrim wanted to complain, they could also understand that this was the Empire's effort to prevent the people from understanding the Four Gods of Chaos. However, there are things that can be accepted and things that cannot be accepted. Curze despises the propaganda of the empire. He has never bowed to Chaos, but he is roughly and illogically classified as Chaos. If a state priest appeared in front of Coze, he would peel off the priest's skin without hesitation, and then tell him about the nature of chaos to expand his knowledge.

Fortunately, there is no state religion in the dining hall, or in other words, there is no state religion in the traditional sense of the empire. The place where people pray is not the majestic and towering church, but the majestic factory lined with machines. The words of prayer were not only spoken by the God-Emperor, but also by Ms. Odemeyer, who worked hard to build the great dining hall. For some Mechanic Priests who had participated in the work of the Great Dining Hall earlier, the name Odemeyer had no weight at all. Not inferior to the God of All Machines.

Jaghatai's exchange with his sons ended, and he strode over to the other Primarch brothers, announcing the Primarch's return.

This link was the result of careful deliberation by the Primarchs. Perturabo and Fulgrim believed that their identities were sensitive and unsuitable to speak, while Dorn was not good at speaking. His only speeches were those of the Black Templars and the Lamenters who accompanied him. Only some warriors in the war group would feel excited. So Chagatai took over this inspiring job.

Chagatai's words were very clear. He did not bother to use too many gorgeous and uncommon words to modify his words, thus showing a unique sense of arrogance. His concise words could be understood by everyone present, and the ideals and prospects expressed in his words made everyone feel excited and hopeful.

Jaghatai had never spoken of his innermost thoughts to the rest of the Empire before, and throughout the years of the Great Crusade he had viewed the empire his father maintained with suspicion.

After experiencing the Great Rebellion and the webway racing for thousands of years, Lin Fan's heart-wrenching psychological counseling, the war in Necrontyr's Heaven, and the grand historical story of the birth of Chaos. Chagatai felt that he had grown up. He understood his position and his responsibilities.

He is the son of the Emperor and the original body of the White Scars. He was born with the responsibility of protecting human civilization. He still denounces the decay and decline of the empire without mercy, but this is by no means a cynical pessimism, but a deep hope that mankind can become better.

Jaghatai's voice aroused everyone's emotions. Tovins and Creed realized something. They couldn't believe that they were lucky enough to be bathed in the glory of the original body. Those great sages of the Mechanicus who claim to be rational are also dumbfounded. They use the knowledge of probability to speculate on meeting a person... No! How low are the chances of meeting the four Primarchs!

The calculation was still producing no results, and their mechanical hearts soaked in engine oil felt an increasingly profound sense of shock and glory.

"Now that we are back, the empire will be saved! The empire will be saved! All galaxies! All planets will be bathed in the light of justice and ideals!" Jaghatai tried his best, and he and his brothers shouted together , "For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"