Before the banquet officially began, Guilliman presented many plans to Chagatai.
Every bit of this plan is astonishing.
The construction of tunnels to other universes, the genetic modification of purebred humans, the upgrading of the Heart of the Empire, the new reform of the Legion, the research and development of demon-killing weapons, and even the microcosm research project.
Every project can be described as stunning.
If an ordinary person can accomplish one of them, it will be enough to leave his or her own name in the magnificent history of mankind.
Now, all of this stuff was Guilliman's idea and plan.
Even if he only completed half of the plan, Guilliman's achievements would probably surpass those of the Emperor.
Chagatai tried hard not to show his shock when he learned of these planned projects.
Even though his heart was as turbulent as the ocean during a storm, he concealed it very well.
There was no sign of misbehavior.
"This war is not so easy to fight. We know nothing about other universes."
Guilliman just laughed it off when he heard Jaghatai's words.
As his fingers slid, many magnificent fleets appeared on the floating screen again.
Those huge celestial-class battleships are particularly conspicuous among them.
"So what if we don't know anything at all? When our ancestors first set foot in the starry sky, how much did they know about it? They could only gather poor information from the optical telescopes with poor clarity, and could only use so-called theories to guess the situation of other civilizations. But they were courageous and resolutely took the first step."
Guilliman pointed at the fleets in the information windows like a general counting his troops.
"We have a more powerful army and technology than them, but we dare not take a step into the unknown? As the Emperor's creation, the strongest human beings in history, are we not as good as those mortals with weak bodies?"
"Has the courage of our ancestors disappeared from our bodies? Has the war with the gods worn away all our courage? Only cowardice remains?"
"The crisis brought by advancing into other universes is likely to plunge the empire into a new crisis. The gods are watching us covetously. If we provoke powerful enemies again, we will be unable to cope with it alone. In the battle on two fronts, our strength will be exhausted." Chagatai said worriedly: "Managing the galaxy well is the most important thing. Only when we are well prepared can we continue to expand outward."
"When are we ready? Chagatai, you and I both know that no victory in this world is won when we are fully prepared. There are always unexpected events. During the Great Crusade, I admired your strategy very much, which was to win in offense rather than lose in defense. During the siege of Terra, the enemy controlled the entire airspace of Terra and the low-Earth orbit, and launched round after round of crazy attacks on the walls of the palace like a tide. Dorn chose to defend, but you took the initiative to attack and counter the attack with offense."
"The same is true for the Empire now. We are surrounded by gods. Their minions are spread across every universe and possess terrifying power that we can hardly imagine. Should we be trapped in the Milky Way? Wait for them to accumulate strength and pry open our teeth?"
Guilliman opened the many images sent back from the No. 1 Alien Universe Exploration Base and showed Chagatai the corruption of the entire universe.
"See? This is the corruption of a universe, and this universe is just one of the universes controlled by the gods. Can you imagine how many universes in the endless multiverse have been completely polluted by them?"
"The enemy's foundation is so strong and controls so much of the universe. Do you think we can win by just holding on to the human empire?"
Chagatai stared at the picture in the information window.
The wriggling stars radiate a malicious light.
Rotten tentacles with giant eyes crowded in the sky like a group of snakes, entwining and crawling.
Countless monsters roam those demonic worlds, howling in despair that will never bring them relief.
Only those creatures who sell their souls can survive in those strange worlds.
Chagatai shuddered at the thought that one day the human empire would face such a situation.
"Even if you want to start a war across the universe, what are your chances of winning? How do you plan to fight it?"
"As long as we control the roads to different universes, we will be invincible and can attack or defend. We will have enough depth and opportunities to turn the tables. We can't be so narrow-minded and focus on this small galaxy. The empire needs a larger territory, more people, and more powerful equipment. We must get every star we can find."
Guilliman opened his arms and spoke passionately about his plans for the future.
In this case, anyone else would be sent directly to a mental hospital and given electroshock therapy by a mechanical priest.
But when such words are spoken by the imperial regent, they can be convincing.
Think he's really capable of doing that.
Looking at Guilliman like this, Chagatai had a strong sense of déjà vu, which overlapped with the scene in his memory.
When the Emperor first found him, he was also so powerful and determined on his flagship in the low-Earth orbit of the planet Chogoris, wanting to take all the stars into his possession and create an unprecedented prosperity.
The same is true for Guilliman now.
I hope the tragedy of the past will not happen again.
"With so many plans, perhaps you should be more cautious. You should know that haste makes waste. If you move too fast, you may not be able to see the traps ahead." Chagatai said.
"So I need your help, Chagatai. Take charge of one side and intimidate the enemies. Let those gods see their own doomsday coming but be powerless to stop it. Let them slowly die in fear."
Guilliman took two steps forward and opened another information window.
"After the coronation ceremony, I hope you can lead the projects in the alien universe, Chagatai." Guilliman expressed his well-thought-out plan.
The alien universe tunnel project is related to the retreat and future of mankind.
It can be said to be the top priority.
If there is no way to save this universe from the hands of the gods, leaving becomes the best option.
If you can gain absolute advantage, you will be able to use the inter-universe channel to travel to other universes and time.
Harvesting resources and occupying territory.
All the heavens and the universe belong to the king.
All the spirits in the heavens are the king’s subjects.
The alien universe tunnel project is related to whether the empire can complete its sublimation and become a truly free race.
Chagatai was the best candidate to lead this project.
He is different from the other Primarchs.
Sanguinius, Dorn, Russ, Ryan and others, loyalty to the Emperor is loyalty to the Emperor.
The reason Chagatai was loyal to the Emperor was because Chaos was worse for humanity.
If the Emperor were worse than Chaos, he would have sided with Horus.
As the Khan of Chogoris, he knew what it was like to be a ruler.
For this reason, he never considered the issue of loyalty.
But which path is most beneficial to mankind.
Entrusting the alien universe project to him is undoubtedly the safest thing to do.
By guarding the passage to the other universe, we have guarded our retreat and our future.
Chagatai has been fighting deep in the warp for many years and has far more experience than others.
They can also handle various crises well.
The perfect candidate.
"Is it too rash to entrust such a task to me?" Chagatai frowned slightly after hearing Guilliman's words and looked at the information in the window.
After all, he once commanded the White Scars Legion and was one of the founders of the empire.
Chagatai could naturally see the importance of the alien universe tunnel project to mankind.
"I have absolute confidence in you. Chagatai, I know you can definitely complete this mission. The alien tunnel project requires a highly mobile force that can provide 24-hour support to any part of the tunnel. The White Scars of Chogoris are the fastest troops in the empire, and they were created by you. I know you can definitely create a defensive emergency force that is strong enough and responsive enough."
After hearing what Guilliman said, Chagatai knew that if he continued to refuse, he would appear to be a coward and unwilling to take responsibility.
"Then I will take on this mission," said Chagatai.
"I feel relieved that you can accept this mission." Guilliman smiled.
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The banquet to welcome Chagatai was planned to be held in the banquet hall inside the palace.
Many important figures of the empire were also present.
A rough estimate is 20,000 people, all of whom hold power.
"We are recovering everything we have lost." Guilliman raised his glass and said, "Humanity has suffered a lot, but everything is over. We will create glory and the future. Today we welcome back another son of the Emperor, the Eagle of Chogoris, my beloved relative, blood brother, Jaghatai."
Many officials dressed in gorgeous costumes also raised their glasses.
Imperial Prime Minister Penny.
Marshal of the Guards Valanor.
Brava, director of the Star Tongue Court.
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Warlords holding high positions, high-ranking officials and councillors of Terra's civil service, as well as Astropaths, representatives of the many fleets, the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Titan Legions, the Knights, and the Sisters of Battle were all present here.
Even the Sisters of Silence were represented by a senior nun.
Each of them holds a high position of power in the empire.
They hold the lifeblood of the empire and the future of mankind in their hands.
Wielding power that is unimaginable to the world.
But at this moment, they all looked as excited as ordinary people.
What Chagatai's return represents is self-evident.
"To the long-lasting empire, to the savior of mankind, my brother, Guilliman." Chagatai also raised his glass and gave a speech.
The two drank it all in one gulp, and so did the others.
After the speech, music started playing, and a tide of robot servants came out from behind, presenting the first of many dishes.
Guilliman sat in the main seat, next to him was Chagatai, and the others sat according to their status.
Lighting globes were suspended in the ballroom, and candlesticks with flickering flames overhead were arranged on the long tables. The two combined to fill the hall with a golden glow.
This reminded many of the guests who had the honor of attending the banquet of the extraordinary aura that belonged to the Emperor that they had once witnessed.
I just picked up the cutlery in my hand and wanted to taste the food.
An officer in military uniform hurried in and whispered in Guilliman's ear.
Jagatai watched Guilliman's expression change from calm to joy, and it was obvious that something happy had happened again.
Ordinary things are not enough to make his brother show such an expression.
Guilliman whispered orders into the officer's ear.
The other party nodded and hurried out.
"What happened, sir?" asked Prime Minister Penny.
"It seems that this banquet will last for a long time. We have to prepare for the next distinguished guest." Guilliman put down the cutlery in his hand and said with a smile.
Chagatai looked at his brothers, "Is another brother ready to arrive?"
"Yes, Lord of the First Legion, the fleet of our blood brother Ryan has jumped out of the warp. If nothing unexpected happens, we will see him in half an hour." Guilliman said with a smile.
"An unprecedented prosperous era." Brava, who was wearing a Star Language uniform and had only the whites of his eyes, smiled and raised the glass in his hand.
Everyone did the same, raising their glasses to celebrate the return of another Primarch to Terra.
All lost heroes will return.
The lost glory will be regained.
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Guide the spacecraft into the preset route
Entering route
Authorities require verification of sailing permit
Sailing permission has been confirmed
Inspection officers and pilots are preparing to board the ship, please be ready for inspection
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The sound waves came from the automatic broadcasting machine, washing the eardrums of many staff members of the Stone Fortress.
They were dressed in black Stone Fortress uniforms and were busy at the control consoles.
Monitors the operation of various systems of the huge Stone Fortress.
"We have arrived at the Holy Solar System." Azriel gripped the railing with his armored hands, his brows relaxed. You know, there are two rebel primarchs on the Stone Fortress.
If something goes wrong, the consequences will be disastrous.
Even with a lion guarding it, it is difficult to ensure the safety of the Stone Fortress.
By the Emperor, they successfully completed their journey through the Warp and arrived in the Holy Solar System.
"Data updated."
"Contacting the Solar System Security Department."
On the main deck of the station below Azriel, bridge personnel in many connected positions talked to each other, sharing and updating data in the physical space as fast as their respective mechanical components allowed.
"Grand Master, the Stone Fortress can only remain outside the solar system." The captain at the side reported to Azrael. The dim light reflected on the other's silver-gray mechanical prosthetic eyes. The captain's face was paralyzed due to nerve damage.
He hadn't shown any expression in more than ten years, but Azriel could sense the excitement and excitement in his tone.
Yes, who wouldn’t be excited and thrilled facing this situation
On the outskirts of the solar system, one huge celestial-class battleship after another is suspended in the void.
Like one mythical Titan after another, the continuous steel ridges are like an ant nest, stationed with densely packed troops.
Those huge gun muzzles extended from the steel ground into the void, and every shot would tear entire warships into pieces.
Their main structures are extremely large, dragging a huge glow, as if they were imprisoning a sun.
In addition to the celestial-class battleships, there are countless ships, all suspended in the void, like a swarm of bees surrounding the solar system, so dense that they almost block the starry sky.
Azriel had never seen such an exaggerated scene.
He believed that even in the days when the Emperor still walked among the stars, such a magnificent scene could not have been possible.
The solar system is filled with various magnificent steel platforms, as huge as giant cities.
The huge muzzle is black and as huge as a mountain range. With one shot, any alien ship will be reduced to dust under its terrifying attack.
Densely packed mines are laid in those forbidden void areas, and each of them looks like a smoothly polished metal skull.
The huge ships belonging to the state religion wandered in the dark sky, sailing according to the predetermined orbit to complete the pilgrimage.
Inside the hundreds of kilometers long Ark of Repentance and the Sun Shrine, there are sculptures of the Emperor and the heroes of the Empire everywhere.
The interior of the candlelit hall was filled with devout believers and ascetics prostrating themselves on the ground.
Whip yourself day and night to show the glory of the Emperor.
A large number of surveillance ships are patrolling back and forth in space without stopping, maintaining a high level of vigilance without sleep, like a swarm of diligent bees guarding their own nest.
On the road from the outer solar system to Terra, there is a giant fortress comparable in size to Mars deployed at regular intervals.
They use force field devices to maintain their position in the solar system and move along with the movement of the stars.
These fortresses are responsible for protection, defending against attacks from both the real universe and the warp.
Their existence ensured that Horus's previous tactics of crossing the outer defense line and entering the inner solar system would no longer work.
The gods' attempt to use blood sacrifice rituals to send minions to Terra will also become extremely difficult, and the price to pay will be countless times higher than before.
Any enemy that wants to attack the solar system can only nibble in little by little from the outside.
Looking at the entire universe, there is absolutely no civilization that can do this.
These fortresses also serve as nodes, using large-scale force field devices to form a force field throughout the solar system and a detection network.
Any enemy ship that does not sail according to the established orbit and attempts to sneak in by taking advantage of the vastness of the starry sky will be discovered at the first moment.
Whatever the purpose, the fate that awaits those attempting to infiltrate the ship is total destruction.
Any plan to capture the fortress from the inside is pure desperation.
Inside each fortress is stationed a large army that is absolutely loyal to the empire.
Both body and soul are branded with the stamp of absolute loyalty.
Every once in a while, someone will do a cross-check.
Any traitor who wants to get away with it cannot hide among them.
The extremely strict defense measures ensure that the sacred homeland of mankind will never fall as it did in the past.
“My lord.” Azrael looked at Ryan, who was sitting on the throne covered in shadows. “We need to change ships. The Stone Fortress and the fleet are not allowed to enter the solar system.”
Ryan sat upright on the huge chair that belonged to the Primarch. When he opened his eyes, the amber twin eyes lit up in the darkness.
He smiled.
"It seems that Guilliman has run this place perfectly, much more perfectly than when our father was here. It is hard to imagine what kind of power is needed to break through such a defense."
Lai En had to admit that even if he wanted to break through such a tight defense system, he would have to pay a price that even the gods could not bear.
"The Imperial Regent possesses extraordinary talent." Azrael said: "He, like you, is the most outstanding in the Empire..."
Before Azriel could finish his words, Ryan interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
"There is no point in saying this, Azrael. Remember what I told you before. The campaign to wipe out the Tau was my last time commanding you. Now, the Dark Angels are in your hands. This is the power given to you by the Empire and also by my brothers. Use it well and don't let anyone down."
“But you are the Primarch of the Dark Angels, our creator. The Dark Angels should be loyal to you,” Azrael said unwillingly.
"I have more important things to do. It is not ten thousand years ago now. Today's wars no longer require Primarchs to command the legions to win. Primarchs are not indispensable to the Empire. Without me, would you have been doing nothing for the past ten thousand years?" Ryan calmly refuted Azrael's words, "We all have new roles to play and new missions to accomplish."
Ryan stood up, his majestic figure casting a huge shadow.
His words were firm and powerful, and Azrael could not refuse.
"Remember who you are, Azrael, and don't dwell on the past. Nothing is eternal. Ancient kings said they wanted to create a dynasty that would last for thousands of years, but who could really achieve it? I once led the Dark Angels to participate in the creation of the entire empire, but I can't lead you forever. We all have to look forward."
Azrael stared at Ryan, knowing that he would not be shaken.
"I understand." Azrael said with his head down.
Lai En did not look at the lost expression on his offspring's face.
"Sir, the security department has allowed us to use the teleporter to enter Terra directly. They have opened a special channel." An officer said, "The requirement is that it is limited to ten people and the prisoners we are transporting."
"I see." Ryan nodded, "It seems my brother can't wait to see me."
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Lai En's teleportation location was placed on a giant platform on the wall of the palace.
Along with the dazzling light, the Lord of the First Legion walked out from the light.
Behind him followed Azrael, Ezekiel, Boris and other important members of the Dark Angels.
There were also two huge cages that were teleported over, and they were surrounded by force fields.
Inside are Magnus and Curze.
Lai En was still wearing the gray-black armor, with a white cloak fluttering behind him.
The oppressive feeling of the mountain makes others feel it is difficult to breathe, and standing next to the lion feels like suffocating.
The noble face is like a perfect work of art in the world.
Many officials trembled under the gaze of those eyes. Just a glance was enough to make them feel that everything about them was seen through.
Guilliman stepped forward and the two embraced.
Afterwards, Lai En also hugged Chagatai.
"On behalf of the entire Empire, I express my gratitude to you, brother." Guilliman looked at the imprisoned Magnus and Curze. The Guards surrounded them immediately. They were more powerful after receiving the Primaris upgrade and were more than capable of guarding these prisoners.
In addition to the Imperial Guards, the Grey Knights in the palace also rushed over.
They are the strongest against demons.
The officials looked at the two terrifying Daemon Primarchs with fear on their faces.
Every time these terrible guys appear, they cause massive casualties and losses.
Who could have imagined that one day, these horrible sources of evil would be locked in cages and sent back to Terra.
"These two bastards will be punished," Guilliman added.
"You're too kind, brother." Ryan said, "I was the one who captured Curze, and Magnus was captured by brothers Sanguinius and Russ. You must not take all the credit for me."
"Even if you only caught one person, it is an achievement worthy of praise from the world. They have left a legacy of evil for thousands of years, and they are so rampant that they want to destroy the entire civilization. Their crimes are unforgivable." Guilliman affirmed Ryan's contribution without denying it. "What's more, you fought a beautiful annihilation war on the Far Eastern frontier, eliminating those arrogant alien races that wanted to replace humans for the Empire."
"This is what I should do," Ryan said.
Guilliman nodded. "You never disappoint, Ryan. There are still important challenges ahead, and you still need to do much."
"I'm never afraid of challenges." Ryan said, "As long as I can share your worries, I'll feel at ease. I know that as the new emperor of the empire, you will face much greater pressure than us."
In the past, Lai En might have refused to accept.
But after experiencing the Battle of Terra and the Battle of Caliban ten thousand years ago, he witnessed the methods of those evil gods and saw countless humans being corrupted and transformed.
Ryan knew that his abilities were not enough to fight against those strange beings.
The emperor failed.
Lai En did not think that his abilities surpassed those of the Emperor.
The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor of the Empire is not like those kings of ancient times.
This position does not represent the pinnacle of power or honor.
It is an infinite responsibility and a long, even endless, confrontation.
It is responsible for the life and death of all mankind.
Just thinking about the crisis it contains is enough to suffocate.
Even the Primarch could not guarantee that he could withstand such great pressure.
"This is my mission. Someone has to take responsibility for everything." Guilliman said with a smile: "However, if I can get your full help, I'm sure it will be a lot easier."
"I will swear allegiance to you, brother," Ryan said. "I will be the sword in your hand, your general, your soldier, your staff. I will be the shield that protects the empire and the spear that pierces the darkness. Please believe in my loyalty to you, brother."
Guilliman smiled. "I believe it, Ryan. Let us go. The feast is about to begin. We will have a good time, and then I will give you a most important task."
"What kind of mission?" Ryan asked.
"I need a marshal to fight against the aliens, brother. The Undead, the Orks, the Zerg, they are all eyeing us covetously, but I can't fight every battle. I need a general who can control the whole situation and has infinite loyalty to the Empire and humanity." Guilliman said: "You will lead an unprecedented army to sweep the galaxy."
"This is a tremendous honor," Lane said. "I accept this appointment with great pleasure."
Guilliman held Jaghatai with one hand and Ryan with the other.
"Come on, brother. The banquet is in progress. We will have a long talk tonight to plan the future of this great empire."
"Guilliman." Magnus' voice came from the cage, and there was unimaginable anger suppressed in his words.
Guilliman turned his head and looked at Magnus, confusion in his eyes.
This expression made Magnus even angrier.
Such contempt.
Has his status become so low
The other party didn't even say a harsh word to him!
He was like an insignificant little character, and in the eyes of the other party, he didn't even exist.
"You are so smug, but soon you won't be able to laugh anymore." Magnus roared, "The entire galaxy will become a plaything in the hands of the Lord of Change. Soon, very soon, all of humanity will be sublimated and become a psychic race. When that happens, I want to see if you can still laugh."
"Yes, I understand." Guilliman nodded.
When Magnus heard this, he felt like he had punched cotton.
My throat felt sweet and I almost bleed.
I have worked so hard to plan for so long, made so many sacrifices, and presided over the Nine-Layered Pagoda Ceremony to transform the entire human race into a psychic race.
That's your reaction
Furious
Angry out of shame
Why I know it!
Such light description?
Aren't you trying to save humanity? Aren't you trying to defeat the gods
This is your reaction to such an important matter
"Humanity will perish," Magnus screamed frantically. "Their souls will glow in the Warp, becoming hunted creatures. Weep, Guilliman, you can't save anything."
"Yes, yes, I really do. You don't need to repeat it." Guilliman said, and then looked at Jagatai and Ryan, "Let's go, tonight, let's plan our future. You are all my most trusted brothers. As long as we unite, we will be invincible."
"Can't you hear what I say? Guilliman." Magnus' eyes were red, and his huge fists pounded the indestructible force field.
This guy must have done this on purpose.
He must be scared to death.
I'm just bluffing here for those mortals to see.
If humans become a psychic race, the number of mutants and psychics will inevitably increase dramatically, and then the Long Night crisis of the past will be repeated.
"I am not interested in your little tricks. I am not your father, Magnus. You don't have to tell me what you did, because I don't care." Guilliman said word by word: "I don't care about anything you do, because in my eyes, what you do will not affect me. You are just a poor wretch, a poor wretch blinded by superficial knowledge. You are not even a real scholar, because you don't seek knowledge from the perspective of knowledge."
"You are like a pathetic nobleman who studies the ten thousand uses of tableware and then smugly declares himself the most knowledgeable scholar. Your tricks are useless. When you kneel at the feet of the evil god, you are just a poor creature studying how to use the power of the evil god. I don't care what you do, because I know that all your knowledge and power come from your master. As long as I concentrate on dealing with your master, you will be a flood without a source. It will dissipate before it hits the dam. You are stupid and arrogant. Do you really think you can defeat me by using the power of those evil gods?"
"No, you are lying, you are just bluffing." Magnus roared, "My plan will definitely cause you heavy damage."
"Then wait and see. You will soon find out how much trouble your plan has caused me. I hope you won't make me laugh." Guilliman said casually, then waved his hand to signal the Imperial Guards and the Grey Knights to take him to the prison.
Let this idiot stay in jail.
Koz said nothing.
After being beaten by Lai En and having his spine broken, he squatted silently in a corner of the cage with confused eyes.
The blow that Ryan dealt him was twofold.
On the one hand, it is his body, and on the other hand, it is the beliefs he has always held on to.
"Let's go. Don't let these traitors ruin your mood." Guilliman took the arms of the two Primarch brothers. "Tonight, we will have a long talk and plan the future of the Empire."
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Half a month later.
The three brothers stood side by side at the palace wall.
They welcomed another brother.
That is Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons from Nocturne.
Amid the loud sound of a horn, a huge gate of light opened.
A giant, as big as the three Primarchs, stepped out from the light.
The heat of a furnace swept through the courage around him. Vulkan, wearing green armor, looked at the three brothers in front of him and smiled.
The light of the force field that distorted space faded from his face, revealing a noble face with incomparable determination, and a shiny cloak made of brown scales tightly clasped on the giant dragon skull on his shoulders.
His skin was as dark as midnight and as smooth as polished obsidian.
One of his eyes was as red as the sunset after a bloody battle, and the other was as clear as an emerald gem.
One hand held a huge war hammer made of steel and bronze, and the other hand held a box with exquisite and noble patterns.
"Vulkan." Guilliman was the first to rush forward and hugged his brother tightly. The heavy armor collided with each other, and sparks flew.
"Guilliman, the new emperor of the empire." Vulkan said with a smile, "Please forgive me for holding something in my hands and not being able to hug your noble body."
"This is an unforgivable crime, Vulkan, I have to get people from the Law Enforcement Department over here," Guilliman said jokingly.
When the onlookers heard this, they all smiled.
Chagatai and Ryan also hugged Vulkan in turn.
"Nice to see you again, brother," Ryan said sincerely.
"So do I, Ryan. The Lion of Caliban is as majestic as ever," said Vulkan.
"It's hard to express my excitement in words, brother." Chagatai said in the same sincere tone.
"If the Eagle of Chogoris could say that, I would be hard pressed to hold myself back either," said Vulkan.
"What is this?" Ryan asked, looking at the beautifully decorated box in Vulkan's hand.
"It is naturally a gift for our new Majesty. I have not caught any traitor, but I cannot come empty-handed." Vulkan opened the box, and the shining Golden Eagle Laurel Leaf Crown appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone who saw the laurel wreath exclaimed in amazement.
Such a perfect creation could never be made by a mortal. Only the divine craftsman who masters the mysteries of all things can forge it.
"It is perfect. You are worthy of being the most outstanding craftsman among our many brothers. I may not be able to create such a perfect creation even if I spend my entire life." Guilliman exclaimed.
"Indeed, and the material is also extraordinary, not an ordinary thing." Chagatai has sharp eyes and can see that the material used to forge the kingdom is from the real universe.
"The material of the crown is formed by the pure essence of the loyal heroes of the empire. When it encounters disloyal people, it will warn the wearer of the crown, or even take the initiative to attack." Vulkan said: "This is the best gift I can think of, brother. Only the true master of mankind can wear it and exert its power."
"This feature is simply perfect." Ryan said, "Vulkan, your gift far exceeds what we brought."
"No, your gifts are all equally valuable." Guilliman said, "Your support for me is more important than any other gift."
The crown was handed over to the Royal Guards for safekeeping and could only be worn at the coronation ceremony.
The four primarchs gathered on Terra, and the unprecedented grand occasion made people even more excited for the upcoming coronation ceremony.
However, this is not the end.
A month later, Sanguinius and Russ brought back Angron, who was expelled from Khorne's territory, according to the established plan.
It would be much easier to target extreme evil gods than to deal with mortals if we ignore their power.
Khorne is always in extreme rage, and any plans or compromises do not exist for it.
If Angron dared to attack it, no matter what the reason, Khorne in anger would drive it away.
It is even possible to destroy it outright.
Angron's strength was beyond doubt, but facing two loyal Primarchs with powerful armies, he was still pinned to the ground for a time.
Even the pair of wings burning with scarlet flames were torn apart by the two of them.
His spine was broken alive, and he was finally dragged into a confinement force field, locked up and brought back to the solar system.
Sanguinius and Russ have just returned to the Sol System.
Guilliman received a prompt from the system.
The third phase, the mission of all living Primarchs gathering on Terra has been completed, and the third phase database has been unlocked
This sudden reminder made Guilliman stunned.
"Aren't there still two Primarchs of the Alpha Legion and Ferrus? Auxiliary elves?"
The system has detected that all the Primarchs are on Terra, even if they are not in the same dimension, so the mission is accomplished. Alpharius and Omega have also detected that each other is on Terra, so the mission is accomplished, host.
As soon as these words came out, Guilliman suddenly felt uneasy.
Terra's recent censorship is so strict, how come those two guys got in too?
"Can we know their location?" Guilliman asked.
Sorry, the system does not have such a function. The mission detection module is based on the principle of destiny observation and cannot accurately locate the other party's position.