Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The plasma reactor shone brightly and lit up the dark galactic background. The huge and magnificent ship was passing through the starry sky. The giant macro-cannon arrays on its sides protruded from behind the gun mantlet. Sliding through the dark background of the Milky Way, floating above the orbit with this steel ship.

Gradually, a ray of dawn shines from the edge of the western hemisphere of the planet. The rising sunlight shines through the surface of the planet. The earth, mountains, rivers and oceans reappear in the field of vision under its light, and the light is also vast. Still looking further into the distance.

The sunlight passing through the surface of the planet's atmosphere seemed to paint a layer of color on the gray clouds from east to west, and the dawn light passed quickly through the clouds.

The light was also projected onto the giant ship from the void background of the outer orbit. The sunlight shone on the staggered upward armored hull, and the surfaces of the magnificent cannons arranged in layers also emerged from the darkness one by one. body.

The dawn passed between the gun body and the external building. The bright dawn light stretched the appearance of those objects. A huge and long shadow was pulled sideways from the surface of the ship, and the end of the shadow extended to The edge of the battleship extends into the darkness of the void.

Suddenly, the shadow had an entity that could be connected. In the dark background of the Milky Way, another majestic battleship appeared in the darkness. The rising sunlight completely illuminated its outline. As the body of the majestic ship moved, The side quilt was completely bathed in the sun, and the sun's dawn shone through both sides of it, illuminating countless battleships with countless rays of light.

The dark background was completely illuminated by the dawn, and it also illuminated the thousands of densely packed fighter planes hovering in orbit outside the planet. They were suspended on the dark background of the Milky Way like stars in the Milky Way.

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

The Gothic font was writing its name, writing the name of this magnificent Martian battlecruiser, and behind it was another even more magnificent star ship appearing in the darkness, illuminated by the sun The body outline of that steel behemoth that had never been seen before in the galaxy.

The Glory Queen-class battleship, as its name suggests, is bathed in the rising glory. The rising sun shines from everywhere on the surface of the Glory Queen-class battleship. The giant ship is so huge that even the dawn of the sun cannot completely cover its body. Covered, only part of it is exposed to daylight.

Macragge's orbit was completely illuminated, and the dawn of dawn also shone into the planet itself from outside the atmosphere. The white outer walls and golden rims of the glorious city gradually appeared in the sunlight, and the sun shone diagonally across the planet. The sunlight fell from the surface of the city wall, and the upper body of the statue of an angel holding a sword standing proudly on its outer wall was also illuminated.

Her holy face is bathed in the golden sunlight, and the sunlight from the edges of her huge spread wings passes through the gaps between its feathers and shines into the city behind the high wall. Those buildings and the crystallization of human art are bathed in the sunlight, golden The morning light passed between the high wall and the porch, and the white marble walls reflected the dawn light.

The sunlight reflected from the marble walls merged with the floodlight of the entire city to dispel the darkness. The dark alleys between the buildings were illuminated bit by bit, and the colorful glass windows of the temples also reflected bits of light. , they cast the dawn light from between the dome and the golden clock tower, cutting the light into wide light blocks and falling on the city's roads.

The sunlight shone on the white marble floor, and suddenly a combat boot stepped into the sunlight, stepping forward on the marble pavement, and behind it, there were more pairs of combat boots stepping on the road, one after another. Walk across the entire surface of this wide pilgrim's avenue.

The Space Marines walked side by side on the road with bolters in hand. Their heavy steps made a dull roar on the road. The shoulders of their power armor rose and fell with their steps. The symbols of their respective chapters were also marked by the golden The dawn illuminates and shines in the morning light.

The surrounding crowds cheered and cheered. Macragge and the people of Five Hundred Worlds stood on the surrounding roads and high pedestrian streets and cheered. Their voices were like a joyful band singing and echoed throughout the city. The petals of flowers and the colorful Streamers fell from the sky, and the flowers fell from the head 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 was walking at the front of the queue holding the banner of the battle group. Behind him were rows of endless Space Marine brigades. The sun shone through them, and the Emperor The emperor's death angels marched forward in units of reorganized companies. They formed brigades and phalanxes and marched on the road.

It was a huge team composed of countless phalanxes. The Space Marines stretched along the avenue to the farthest ends of the road. Each phalanx represented a battle group. They wore the ancient holy relics of the battle group. Armor, following the flying flag at the head of the queue.

Behind the Space Marine phalanx, huge Astra Militarum tanks were also marching. Leman Russ main battle tanks were marching in formation, and Chimera armored personnel carriers were following like a pack of wolves following the alpha wolf. On both sides, the basilisk self-propelled artillery raised its barrel proudly, and the majestic gray-black cannon shone in the sunlight.

The mortal warriors of the Astra Militarum marched at goose-step with their guns in hand between the armored vehicles. The Astra Militarum soldiers in military uniforms walked along the avenue under the leadership of the political commissar. They and the Iron Torrents proudly accepted the inspection and listened to the cheers of the people of the five hundred worlds around them.

Countless laser guns pointed to the sky. Between the muzzles and bayonets flew their military flags, the glorious military flags of the Emperor's Hammers. The soldiers' footsteps echoed in unison. Behind them were Death Shooter missile launchers. The warheads of those missiles stood tall, announcing the silent majesty of the Emperor.

And behind the Astra Militarum were burly steel bodies. They stepped on the ground with heavy feet to make rhythmic drum beats. When they appeared, the cheers of the crowd became more enthusiastic. They cheered for the honorary veterans of those regiments and the Dreadnought Mech Battalion.

All the dreadnoughts from various battle groups were awakened. These ancient veterans who were uncontrollable, irritable and irritable in the past were now extremely calm. They walked with dull steps, and their mechanical arms floated slightly with the ups and downs of their bodies. They were now only proud because they were walking with their genetic father.

Surrounded by the dreadnought mech brigade and these mech veterans with hundreds and thousands of years of fighting history, there was an armored parade vehicle. The tall blue vehicle body was inlaid with golden patterns and embellishments. The statue of an angel stood on the church-like structure on the roof. She spread her wings and flew, with her huge wings spread to both sides, and she held a laurel wreath in her hands.

Under the angel statue was a throne, a sacred throne surrounded by thousands of sacred carvings. On it sat a giant, who was solemnly sitting on the throne in gorgeous power armor. When he appeared, the enthusiasm of the crowd reached a climax, and everyone shouted his name at the top of their voices.

Their voices echoed throughout the city, echoing under the sky of Macragge. Robert Guilliman's name was also transmitted to the farthest corners of the planet with their shouts. Now, the entire Five Hundred Worlds, no, the entire Empire will know Guilliman, the son of revenge has returned.

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

Guilliman sat on the throne and looked around. He looked at the enthusiastic people around him smiling and waving. People cheered for Guilliman, and when they saw the things following Guilliman behind the parade vehicle, they danced wildly, and countless arms raised high to cheer.

The thing that shocked everyone proudly stepped on the avenue, occupying the entire width of the road by itself, because it was a Titan, a Warlord-class Titan as sturdy and tall as a building. The steel giant stood like a towering building among the high-rise buildings in the city, and 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 its abdomen was Guilliman's own flag. The golden U-shaped logo fluttered above his head. Against the backdrop of the magnificent Titan, the solemnity and majesty reached its peak.

Bell looked up at the flying banner, and he looked around at the cheering crowds. The petals of the flowers fell on his nose, causing Bell to sweep them off subconsciously. Guilliman noticed this, and he smiled and continued to wave to the crowd around him.

"Bell Guilliman, you are the descendant of my uncle, right? Bell." Guilliman asked with a smile, and Bell immediately nodded to him, and very seriously and solemnly put his iron fist on his chest.

"Yes, sir, 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 that case, you shouldn't be so reserved with me, child. We are relatives in every sense, not only the relationship brought by gene seeds, but also the bond of family blood." "I am honored! Sir." Bell continued to bury his head. Sure enough, Bell was not good at facing such a "big scene". He was always too serious and serious, so he didn't notice the meaning of Guilliman's words to let him relax, but okay, he felt comfortable. Guilliman smiled and waved to the people on the pedestrian street above, and they cheered enthusiastically, some of them had already shouted hoarse. "Where is Vito? Where did he go?" Guilliman asked. Vito had disappeared since the parade began. That guy seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth. He should have been on this parade car with him to accept the cheers and blessings of the crowd. Bell turned his head away in embarrassment. He cleared his throat and looked up at Guilliman, muttering, "The Marshal said that this is your limelight, and he doesn't intend to compete with you, and" "And what?" "Excuse me, he said that instead of sitting in this broken car with you and parading through the streets like two clowns, it's better to find some fun. I guess it's a decent lady or something." Guilliman couldn't help laughing after hearing this. Bell was startled and a little uneasy, but Guilliman didn't mean to be angry at all. He smiled and nodded repeatedly, put down his iron fist, and scratched his nose with laughter. He laughed for a long time and felt a little itchy. "Sure enough, he is still himself. He hated this kind of parade back then. Every time at this time, unless the Emperor tied him up directly, he would definitely slip 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 Ran Dan. 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 down 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 thinking too much. 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 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 receiving a hero's courtesy 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 permanently defeat Chaos, seal the Eye of Terror, and expel all aliens. Under his leadership, a prosperous age would come to the Empire, and he would Become a greater monarch than the Emperor! It's even possible

Guilliman suddenly felt a sense of fear, and a chill flashed through his mind from the ecstasy that made his whole body shiver, just like the cold chill when Ifreni 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 shocked to see the original body suddenly stand up. Guilliman grabbed Marius' body and threw it to the ground. The heavy impact hit the wall behind the throne, which surprised Bell.

"Tell me! Who gave you this laurel wreath!" Guilliman glared at the Governor and roared. Bell seemed to understand something after looking at the laurel wreath in surprise. He immediately pulled out his bolt gun and pointed it at the Governor's head. , the thick muzzle of the gun was almost on the governor's head, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

The Governor laughed loudly and looked 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 my lord's trap!"

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

"Long live the Queen of Joy and the Perfect Prince." The Governor said and suddenly bit something in his mouth. Bell was surprised to see that the Governor's face began to twitch, he rolled his eyes and began to whimper and foam at the mouth. In just a short moment, he convulsed and died, but the ironic and crazy smile still hung on his face.

Guilliman loosened his fist, and the Governor's body fell to the ground weakly. Guilliman stepped back a few steps and then turned 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, and the snake-like slender and cold laughter echoed in his mind. Guilliman immediately frowned and recognized the sound. The master of the voice.

"Folgrim." Guilliman growled in his mind, and the voice burst into laughter. It was a completely crazy laugh. He laughed crazily and mocked Guilliman's naivety and failure.

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

"And I will curse you. I curse you to be unable to gain any joy of victory, gain any honor and self-identity. You will be like all the soulless weapons of our father. From now on, you will only be accompanied by cold killing and the walking dead." Live like this, my brother, and you will feel the coldness of this dark galaxy, and no one can share this coldness with you."

Fulgrim laughed and said, the cold feeling surged from Guilliman's mind, numbing all his emotions almost instantly. He frowned and leaned his iron fist against the side of the throne.

"I will defeat you, Fulgrim, I will defeat all of you. Traitors will not escape punishment." Guilliman growled, and Fulgrim laughed even more crazily. His huge body rose from the abyss. Rushing out of it, the scraping sound of countless scales scraping against the ground was unbearable.

"You have lost, brother. When you were delayed by our lies and conspiracies in the Five Hundred Worlds, Terra was already under our fierce attack. You once again let our father down. Just like back then, your little The Empire will make the real Empire fall!"

"We will kill the false emperor, and you will ruin the future of mankind with your own hands!" Fulgrim laughed and a picture appeared in front of Guilliman. It was the picture of Terra's fall, the burning sea of ​​fire, the toppling Royal palace buildings, mountains of corpses, and a star that shattered Terra!

"No! You haven't succeeded yet, we will stop you!" Guilliman roared and held the flaming sword. The emperor's holy sword quickly injected power into Guilliman's arm, and the powerful power was instantly dispersed. Hearing the laughter in Guilliman's mind, Fulgrim disappeared into the darkness with his 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 corpse of the governor 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 could hear the sense of crisis in the original body's words.

"Where is that? My lord."

"Terra, the Emperor is in trouble."