Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

After the transformation, the Thunderhawk was extremely fast and quickly merged into the outer orbit, flying towards Duker's flagship Soul Fire.

Through the sturdy and transparent windshield, Anna looked at the Glorious Queen floating in the atmospheric orbit with reverence.

Even though she had seen it countless times, every time she saw the induction generators and macro cannon towers, as well as the dense macro cannon arrays, these still shocked Anna.

The Thunderhawk bypassed the main gun of the Soul Fire, and Anna's heart was pounding as she looked at the black muzzle that was many times larger than the Thunderhawk.

This is a real world-destroying weapon, and only one shell is enough to destroy a world.

Some heavy cables can be seen on the edge of the muzzle.

Those cables are huge, and some are even bigger than the Thunderhawk.

As the driver conveyed the request for docking to the command center, a hangar door marked C222 slowly opened.

There were already many aircraft docked inside, and the addition of the Thunderbird was not noticeable at all.

Anna, feeling anxious, jumped down the moment the airlock was opened.

Two Primaris Space Marines followed closely behind,

"Ms. Anna, no offense, please don't do such dangerous actions, your body is too fragile, a slight collision may cause irreparable damage."

The Space Marine responsible for protecting Anna reminded.

If this woman is hurt because of her unauthorized assertion, I'm afraid the Warmaster will blame us for it.

The Space Marine thought in his heart that Anna's impetuosity made him feel helpless.

But Anna didn't seem to accept his advice. After expressing her apology to the Space Marine, the reporter hurried into the crowd and quickened his pace to the Warmaster's meeting room.

At this time, the hangar was as usual, and the transport vehicles loaded with ammunition were moving quickly in the passage.

The rumbling giant crane hung down from the top of the hangar, lifting the giant shells and micro missiles on the shelves and transporting them to the Titan's weapon platform as ammunition replenishment.

War may come again at any time, and the logistics department must make meticulous preparations for the war.

In the hangar, there are also rotary cannons of astonishing size, long-range howitzers, and plasma cannons that change continental plates.

These weapons and ammunition are standing like tall buildings, and the mechanical priests are adjusting their parameters.

These weapons have just experienced a glorious war, and they deserve to be carefully cared for.

The mechanical priests soothe the restless emotions of the machine souls like treating their lovers, and promise to allow them to explode more violent bombardments in the next war.

If there is any difference between today's hangar and the past.

That is the staff inside the hangar, each of whom has a rare joy on his face.

Not long ago, they just won a victory that is enough to be recorded in the history of the empire.

Their army slaughtered all the demons and cut off the heads of countless traitors.

On the apron of the hangar, hundreds of staff gathered in the wide corridor, they lit candles and chanted hymns.

They celebrated this glorious victory in their own way with this small gathering.

The deck of the Heart Fire was also crowded at this time. It seemed that only when the happy people gathered together could they pour out the excitement that was difficult to describe in words.

The nuns who were usually dignified and serious also temporarily put aside their discipline and made a mess with the mortal soldiers. The air was filled with a festive and joyful atmosphere.

Anna noticed these joyful gatherings and kept them in mind silently, but she had no intention of joining them because she had more important things to do now.

She ran all the way to the conference room where Duker was. This journey was more than ten kilometers long and winding, which was really far for a mortal lady.

Anna ran sweating and panting, and finally pushed open the door of the conference room on time.

When the door of the conference room was opened, Anna was in a trance and a dazzling light flashed before her eyes. Countless great figures were sitting in this room, looking at her together, which made her feel terrified.

"It seems that our little reporter is very tired on the way."

The giant sitting on the throne in the center of the room looked down at her with a smile on his face, and used words to tease the reporter's embarrassment.

That was the master of all violent institutions in the empire, Dukel.

The Grand Master of the Grey Knights, the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, the Commander of the Black Templars, the newly promoted Saint, the Commander of the Legion of Doom, and all the heroes of the empire, guarded him like the moon in the hearts of the people.

As the teasing words of the Warmaster sounded, Anna's cheeks, which were ruddy due to the intense running, turned redder at this time.

But after this, she felt much more relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Warmaster, I have come as fast as I can." Anna expressed her apology with the etiquette of a Terran noble.

"No need to apologize, you are not late. Come, sit in your seat, the recorder of the empire. You are here as the eyes and ears of the people, so you must remember your mission and just record objectively, without considering others or involving any personal feelings."

"Yes, sir." Anna found her seat. This seat was not difficult to find, as it was the only vacant seat in the conference room at the moment.

It was not until she sat down on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief that she noticed the great man who was in the conference room with her.

Grey Knight Grand Master Vodace, Black Templar Marshal Amarachi, Mars Casting General Gris, New Living Saint Adeline, Doom King Dumu, Dark Angel Grand Master Azrael, Blood Angel Commander Dante

Each name is sung in the galaxy.

Each is the creator of a legend.

Each name represents countless heroic deeds and the fruitful results of human resistance to the dark years.

The gathering of heroes is the salvation and hope of mankind.

And I will be the witness and recorder of history.

Anna slid the data board in her hand with the recorder in her hand.

The jumping emotions trembled with the pen tip, but she could still calm herself down. After many years of tempering, she is no longer the young lady of the family who is ignorant of the world on Terra.

Anna was born in the high lord family of Terra, with a noble status, but unlike other noble ladies, she is not keen on luxury goods and socializing, but has a strong interest in history, and is very adventurous, with courage that ordinary people do not have.

After learning that the second Primarch had awakened, she immediately hid it from her family elders, boarded the Pilgrim's spaceship alone, and resolutely embarked on a pilgrimage.

She had prayed in the warp storm, hoping that she could survive smoothly, hoping that she could walk to the Primarch and witness the supreme glory.

Fortunately, she arrived at Ophelia VII without any danger, joined the expedition team, and devoted herself to work with a rigorous attitude.

As the Primarch returned to Terra and took over the important responsibilities of the Warmaster, she also joined the Imperial Newspaper and rejoined the expeditionary corps as a new war correspondent.

And gradually gained the appreciation of the Warmaster and became the only personal reporter who could communicate with the Primarch face to face.

This identity made her gain the flattery of many people, but Anna was born in a noble family, so she naturally looked down on those flattering faces.

Perhaps it was this outward integrity that made her gain the respect of the Warmaster.

A trial is about to begin in the conference room, because the identity of the person being judged is extremely special, so special that once it is made public, it will cause a storm within the empire.

The person being judged is none other than the Warmaster's right-hand man, the sung Seraph, Saint Efilar, and the famous Dark Angel Chief Interrogator, Asmodai.

Efilar is a living saint of the Silver Robe Sisters, who once contributed to the resurrection of the Primarch Dukel together with the Mechanical Sage Gris.

Later, she followed the Primarch to fight in the dark side of the empire, suppressing evil and cleansing the stars. Her holy name is widely spread and known to everyone.

Living saints are extremely rare in the empire. Only the purest, most pious, most tolerant, and most vigilant are compassionate to the weak and harsh to sinners. Compassionate, generous, selfless, humble, courageous, brave, and fair.

In essence, the existence of living saints is a collection of many beautiful human qualities.

On the battlefield, the appearance of a living saint often greatly boosts morale. Even the weakest soldier can become a Khorne superman who drinks blood.

Anna looked at Efiral, who was sitting on the chair.

Efiral looked slender, with white hair and silver eyes, and his skin was like pure white flawless porcelain.

A pair of pure eyes revealed a calm emotion.

Even sitting in the position of being judged, the saint still showed a frank attitude.

Her beautiful face was a little pale, and there were still dried blood stains on the armor. Some places were even broken, and the plastic steel lining inside could be seen.

It seems that even saints will be exhausted by war.

This uninterrupted war for several months has caused great consumption to her.

But her sacrifice for the empire is not a reason to get rid of the trial.

As far as Anna knows, the saint arbitrarily attacked the demon world that exposed the coordinates without the authorization of the warmaster.

This triggered a series of subsequent wars.

How will the saint refute his crimes?

Anna suddenly became curious.

"The Skitarii, the Astralis, the Astartes. Efilar, you have 10.72 million combat soldiers under your command. Since your failure loss rate is close to 40%, do you have anything to explain?"

The warmaster's tone was heavy, like a boulder pressing on everyone's chest.

On the electronic board in front of him, horrifying numbers appeared one after another. Each light number represented the passing of a fresh life.

"I am willing to listen to all the trials about me. This is my unforgivable sin."

Anna opened her mouth in surprise. She did not expect that the saint would calmly bear all the guilt without any excuse for himself.

This incredible thing, Anna has listened to many military trials, and the judges always try their best to defend themselves.

It seems that the criminals as commanders never admit their strategic mistakes, but only blame them on the enemy's cunning and the incompetence of their subordinates.

But Efilar frankly admitted her mistakes. She was a saint walking in the world, and it took great courage to admit her mistakes.

"Then, let me read out the verdict on you, Efilar." Duker's eyes were calm, and he was about to make the final announcement.

"Wait a minute, sir." Asmodai, who was also being tried, spoke anxiously. At this time, he no longer cared whether such an offensive act would cause the displeasure of the warmaster.

"Sir, Commander Efilar should not bear the main responsibility. It was my advice that caused the fleet to deviate from its mission expectations without your authorization."

Before Asmodai finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dukel who raised his hand.

"Asmodei, I never mentioned that you deviated from the established track without authorization, and this trial has nothing to do with that. You are sitting on the judged chair for only one reason - you failed, that's all."

"The destiny of our people is to control the stars. We have more than a million worlds. I am very aware of the difficulty of being a commander. Not only must we confront the enemy with swords, but we must also face the temptations raised by our own people. The enemy has There are ten thousand ways to lay traps, and the whispers of going astray are always echoing in your ears.”

"But this is not an excuse for failure. The territory of the empire is so vast, and the situation on the battlefield is so changeable. As the supreme commander of the empire, I am happy to give commanders the freedom to make temporary adjustments on the battlefield. But as In return, you should also bring me victory.”

Dukel's words are on point.

"We will bear in mind the War Commander's teachings." The Black Templar Marshal, the newly promoted saints, and others all stood up and saluted the War Commander.

Their identity is already the top group of people within the empire, excluding the original one, covering almost all the military forces of the empire.

Any random action can affect the safety of trillions of people.

But at this moment, they listened respectfully to Dukel's teachings, stood humbly in front of the War Commander, and expressed that they would obey his will.

Duker set his sights on Saint Efilar again.

"As a commander, every failure you make will involve the sacrifice of countless soldiers, and you will be punished, Efilar. I will make this punishment public, and every citizen of the empire can read it in every library. Check this out and take this as a warning.”

"From today on, you will be removed from the position of commander and banned for a hundred years, Efilar."

"Please remember, in these hundred years, you are not allowed to leave a distance beyond my perception, otherwise you will be punished. I will personally guard you, and you need to learn to be a commander in these hundred years."

"And you, Asmodai, will be dismissed from all positions in the original legion from today on, and you will start over as the most ordinary interrogation priest of the Expeditionary Legion. Climbing up again from the bottom, you should learn to respect those ordinary lives, Respect their short and suffering life, so that you will be more sober next time hatred and bigotry come to you again.”

The trial was extremely brief.

But everyone looked thoughtful at this time.

They were all trying to figure out the Warmaster's true intention in organizing this trial.

This sentence can be said to be very serious. Two people in high positions were demoted, and the saint lost his freedom for a hundred years.

To be fair, neither of them were guilty of this. Both Efilar and Asmodei made timely remedies on the battlefield.

Some people speculate that this is a political show, the purpose is to shock those young people and show the determination of the War Commander to the public. After this incident, the two will soon be entrusted with important tasks.

Some people also speculate that this move is to alert the people of the empire and enhance their confidence in the expeditionary legion.

Some people also speculated.

There are many speculations, but it can be expected that this trial will have an extremely far-reaching impact on the empire as time goes by.

But no one noticed.

At this moment, the eyes of Efilar and Asmodai were filled with surprise and a hint of invisible joy.