From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 469: The Harvest Planet "For the Emperor!! Boots!"

Meanwhile, in the capital building of Harvest in the Halo universe;

"Yes, father!"

After Fulgrim and his brothers responded to their father's words, they ended the real-time communication, and peace returned to the magnificent private office.

He had an upright posture, and was dressed in a well-cut, gorgeous uniform with delicate gold patterns inlaid on the collar and cuffs, exuding a sense of nobility and calmness.

Complementing his exquisite attire was his long silver hair, which fell smoothly across his shoulders and looked particularly dazzling under the light, as if the flowing sands of time had coated the Primarch with a layer of eternal glory.

Fulgrim raised his head and looked around the spacious office. The walls were decorated with pale golden carvings and imperial symbols. Soft light shone through the chandelier, shrouding the entire space in a solemn yet elegant atmosphere.

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He exhaled lightly, walked back to his office chair, leaned back slightly, and sat down.

The wide chair back fits his strong back, and the floor-to-ceiling window reflects his deep eyes.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the north side, the night view of the capital of Fengcao Star is like a colorful painting, with neon lights and light and shadow of towering buildings interweaving to form a prosperous city ocean.

On hundreds of aerial lanes, maglev aircraft move in an orderly manner, like flowing strips of light, carrying the prosperity and order of this planet.

And Fulgrim's gaze penetrated it all, as if he was looking for something in the endless night.

His mind was still reverberating with what his father had just said, namely the events that took place in that universe (Warhammer 40k).

All the truth was revealed to him without reservation, hovering over his heart like an indelible shadow.

Another Universe Self

It was an ugly, profane, and despicable face.

First, he killed Ferrus Manus, who had not yet been "born", the person he had always regarded as a close friend in the Warhammer 40k universe; then he severely injured Robert Guilliman, almost forcing this brother who symbolized order and strategic wisdom into a desperate situation.

All these events, like a forged iron hammer, struck Fulgrim's heart again and again, making it difficult for him to suppress the emotions of anger and shame in his heart.

He could not accept that in another universe, he would fall to such a level and become a sinner who desecrated all honor.

Fulgrim could almost imagine his evil self with a arrogant and hideous smile on his face, a bloody blade in his hand, declaring endless betrayal and destruction.

“It’s ridiculous.”

Fulgrim murmured in a low voice, with a barely perceptible chill in his tone.

His palms were slightly clenched, his knuckles turning white, but he slowly relaxed after a moment, regaining his original calmness and elegance.

However, in those purple eyes that were as sharp as blades, a cluster of cold "flames" ignited, like a hunter in the dark night, vowing to find the target and tear it apart completely.

He secretly made a vow in his heart, his eyes became deeper and sharper, as if he had penetrated the endless sea of ​​stars and the boundaries of the universe, staring at the self that made him feel ashamed——

If he had the chance, he would definitely kill "himself".

The night outside the window was still bright, but in this quiet office, Fulgrim's determination was like a sword drawn from its sheath, tearing the peace apart invisibly.

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At this time, in a large city on the sunny side of the Rich Star, busy daily life is going on as usual.

Although this place is not as dazzling as the capital city with space gates and capital buildings, Harvest Planet is the top priority of the "08" (Halo) universe after all, and is the core of politics, economy and military. Therefore, after the vigorous development of Atlas and the Human Empire, the city is still extremely prosperous.

In the center of the city, towering megastructures stand side by side, dotted with shining holographic advertising screens. The colorful light is reflected on the facades of the buildings, as if lighting up a city of the future.

Aerial tracks and waterways are interwoven into a network, connecting every corner of the city.

Magnetic levitation vehicles shuttle through it, carrying tens of thousands of citizens and cargo in an orderly manner, like a never-stopping air hub.

However, in stark contrast to the city's steel forest, vast farmlands still remain on the city's outskirts.

The first generation of immigrants who experienced colonial expansion have not forgotten their "old business".

In them.

In other words, with the large agricultural machines they operate and the cultivation of automatic robots, the most fertile land on the planet provides the most solid guarantee for the food supply of Harvest Planet and its surrounding star regions.

Looking from a distance, the green fields are like a natural painting, quietly surrounding this steel city and adding a rare soft atmosphere to it.

On the outskirts of the city, a vast "recruit camp" quietly stands tall.

This is the Sons of Man's Legion, a training base specifically used for screening and recruiting new soldiers.

From a distance, one can see that the youngsters are undergoing rigorous physical and tactical tests on the training ground. The entire camp is filled with an atmosphere of order and discipline.

The Empire is well aware that the training of the next generation of soldiers, especially Astartes, is related to future survival and prosperity. Therefore, this new barracks is not only a military facility, but also the starting point for countless young people to achieve greater glory.

This city not only carries prosperity and hope, but is also an important part of the development blueprint of the Rich Planet and even the entire "08" universe.

Steel and fields, technology and tradition converge here, depicting a magnificent picture of the "Age of Empire".

Of course, not all teenagers make it through the boot camp tryouts.

Although many people completed the preliminary screening with great expectations, in the subsequent detailed tests, they were unable to adapt to the gene seeds of the Legion of the Sons of Man due to their own special physical conditions.

This means that they are destined to fail to become "adapters" accepted by the Legion, nor can they become the legendary "heroes" they long for and fantasize about.

The children went to the recruit camp with great anticipation and joy to be examined by technicians.

However, when they learned that their physical constitutions were not strong enough to withstand the rigorous requirements of gene seeds and transformation surgery, those eyes that were once full of hope dimmed in an instant.

The feeling of loss swept through their hearts like a tide, and their parents could only take their frustrated children away from this place of dreams and return home to continue their ordinary lives.

In the spacious and bright hall of the recruit barracks;

A boy named Shirak Oren looked no more than fourteen years old, with a hint of childishness between his brows.

His eyes were full of anticipation, yet deep uneasiness, until the final test report arrived.

The receptionist at the front desk was a female synth in uniform.

She has a delicate appearance and a calm expression. Her uniform, which is mainly black, is embellished with purple patterns and gold threads, perfectly demonstrating the dignity and beauty of the Son of Man.

She lowered her head and glanced at the test results on the screen, then slowly raised her head, with a hint of complex emotions in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, kid." She sighed slightly and shook her head.

Although his tone was calm, it revealed a rare gentleness, "Based on subsequent tests, the pharmacists of the Sons of Man Legion determined that your body cannot withstand the genetic modification process.

This is not your fault, but an objective limitation of your physical condition."

Chirac's hands trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and his eyes began to turn slightly red.

The synth continued: "Although you cannot become an Astartes of the Sons of Man, it does not mean that you cannot serve the Imperium.

Please go back and complete your studies. When you come of age, you can sign up to join the Imperial Marine Corps.

If you perform well, you will have the opportunity to be selected as an auxiliary soldier of the legion, which is also a supreme honor. "

She paused, and her voice became softer: “Don’t lose heart, Chirac.

The empire needs all kinds of talents, whether they are soldiers, engineers, or educators, every position is fighting for the future of mankind.

You can also use other means to serve the empire and humanity, and strive for a better life for yourself and your family. Your future will not end with today's result."

Although there was encouragement in his words, Chirac's eyes were full of disappointment.

His shoulders slumped instantly and he looked extremely depressed.

His parents hugged him in their arms, comforting their distraught son, with unconcealable regret in their eyes.

The lights in the hall were still bright, and the imperial dragon emblem was shining with a solemn golden glow.

However, for Chirac, at this moment, it seemed as if the whole world had lost its luster.

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After all, on the planet of abundance, the mighty and tall human son wearing armor is the most desirable existence in every child's mind.

These warriors represent the highest glory.

The Sons of Mankind not only serve Mankind, the Emperor and the Empire, but also symbolize protection and fearlessness, always charging to the most dangerous front lines.

Their figures, whether in virtual holographic theaters or in heroic stories recorded in books, have become the goals pursued by countless young people.

Chirac Oren is no exception.

Since he was a child, he firmly believed that one day he would join the Legion of the Sons of Man and become a hero that everyone would admire.

This is not only his personal dream, but also his parents' expectation for him.

Chirac's father was the security captain of Atlas Company. After retiring, he became a captain of the Metropolitan Police Department with his excellent resume and superior physical fitness.

His mother is the chief physician of Atlas Central Hospital, in charge of the most advanced medical facilities and team on the planet of abundance.

Such a family background undoubtedly provided Chirac with an excellent starting point.

More importantly, Chirac's own performance has never disappointed.

Whether it was the elementary school sports meet or the Sanda and boxing extracurricular classes he participated in as a teenager, he had always been the center of attention.

Although his body has not yet fully matured, he has long limbs, tight muscles, and his reaction and strength far exceed those of his peers.

Therefore, when he signed up for the Children of Man recruit screening, almost everyone who knew him believed that he would definitely stand out and become the right candidate who would shine.

However, the calm explanation from the female synthetic before him ruthlessly shattered his fantasy.

The comment "your body cannot withstand transformation" was like a cold verdict, pulling him back to reality from his eager vision of the future.

He tried to stay calm, but the uncontrollable disappointment in his heart surged up like a tide, almost making him lose his balance.

In the end, Chirac's parents could only comfort him softly and lead the distraught child out of the hall of the recruit barracks.

When leaving, Chirac could not help but look back at the spacious and bright gate and the giant emblem symbolizing the legion.

But that symbol of supreme glory now seems so far away.

The family quietly boarded a civilian hovercraft. The boat was simply painted and the cabin was suffocatingly quiet.

During the flight, Chirac kept his eyes downcast and his hands unconsciously clenched until his nails almost dug into his palms.

Because all the companions he knew, as well as his parents' relatives and friends, believed that he could be one of the Children of Mankind, but the reality was the opposite.

If you let everyone know.

What a shame that is.

At the beginning, he and his parents were from Haikou.

Face is perhaps more important than anything else. Chirac doesn't know how to face the questions from friends and relatives, or how to walk into the classroom tomorrow amid the surprised and confused eyes of his classmates.

He just felt like the sky was falling.

At this time, the hovercraft smoothly passed over the city, and the scenery outside the window changed from dazzling high-rise buildings to a slightly ordinary residential area.

The hovercraft finally began to slowly descend in front of a high-rise residential building on the west side of the city, and followed the instructions on the screen to enter the middle-level "parking lot" of the high-rise residential building.

After coming to a stop, the family left the hovercraft.

And take the elevator, which is also a magnetic levitation elevator, to the top floor.

The elevator door opened, and Chirac followed his parents to the door of their home. He looked up at his familiar home, but did not feel at ease at all.

Walk into the home.

"Dad, Mom, I'll be alone for a while."

After Chirac finished speaking, he locked himself in the bedroom.

"This kid."

Chirac's father looked at the tightly closed bedroom door and shook his head helplessly.

"Isn't it just that you didn't get selected? At most you can go into literature or business. Why do you have to make yourself so depressed?"

"Leave him alone."

The mother also shook her head, turned and walked to the kitchen counter to prepare lunch for the family.

In Chirac's bedroom, he listlessly took off his coat and socks and wanted to lie down on the bed and take a nap.

But he was afraid that sleeping would quickly eat up time and bring tomorrow one step closer, so he had no choice but to sit in front of his computer desk and habitually wake up the hard-light screen from standby mode.

Then, he began to search for relevant information such as "What should I do if I am not selected as an adapter by the legion?" and "Are the requirements for adapters the same for all legions?" and began to post help posts on the forum.

I hope someone who has had the same experience can ease his current pain.

Suddenly, a friend request popped up on the hard-light screen, and the other party's user name was "For. The Emperor!! Boots!".