"You have proven this many times." Guilliman smiled brightly.
Hawke stared at the noble face.
It was a face that embodied all the miracles and light in the world, enough to make anyone offer eternal loyalty the moment they saw it.
Since the birth of mankind, no one has ever been able to create such an achievement as the Imperial Emperor.
Even the great emperor was like this.
The emperor's achievements are also sung by the world.
However, Hawke ventured to suggest that the great pioneer, the Primarch's father, was still slightly inferior to the current Emperor.
The officials straightened their backs, many of them had tears in their eyes, tears of joy flowing freely down their faces.
A strong sense of pride burned in the hearts of Hawke and many Natal officials.
Gaining the recognition of the emperor of the empire is the goal they have always been pursuing.
At that moment, Natal's persistence paid off.
The corrupt old-time aristocrats of Natal brought sin into the world.
They had rejected Guilliman's offer of salvation and had fought against him in secret.
What's even more terrifying is that they actually wanted to try to kill the Primarch, who was only the Regent at the time.
That is an unimaginable felony.
Whenever the people of Natal recall this history, their faces become heavy.
Natal's ancestors committed terrible sins.
They have to be more outstanding than others in order to wash away their shameful past.
"Natal will still prove that we are never afraid. Every Natal person is ready to sacrifice. From the moment we are born, we are always ready," Hawke said.
"Very good." Guilliman said, "Besides the Battle of Cadia Reconquest, there are more dangerous battles. Be prepared, Hawke. The wrath of the Empire is about to burn, and the Holy Great Crusade will begin again. Your mission is not over yet. Get ready to fight, and let countless universes wait for the salvation of the Empire."
"Okay, Your Majesty." Hawke felt an impulse in his heart. Even though he had lived for several centuries, he was still as passionate as when he first walked out of Natal.
Guilliman turned and walked back to his throne.
When he sat on the throne, the scene that switched to other scenes switched to him again.
"For the Empire of Man, for His Majesty." Hawke raised his hand and shouted.
All the Natal people made the same gesture.
The guests who came from afar cheered along.
Billions of voices screamed loudly, forming a terrible sound wave that swept across the entire planet and even the entire galaxy.
No one ordered them to do that.
There is no need for any commands to do this.
The man sitting on the throne is their king.
It was this man who shaped the empire of today, made the stars bow to humanity, and made all evil flee far away, escaping the boundaries of human life.
It is this man who leads mankind towards a glorious and bright future, and people believe that he is more sacred than the word God.
They shouted spontaneously to show their loyalty and love for the Lord of mankind.
Many people cried loudly. Just seeing the dignity of the Emperor of the Empire and being in the same galaxy with him was enough to make them feel unprecedented satisfaction.
If not all human emotions were absorbed by the firewall, I'm afraid the emotions of these fanatical people would have set off a huge subspace storm.
Guilliman smiled, dealing with the situation with absolute calmness and serenity, his words echoing through all the loudspeakers through the communication network.
"Long live humanity."
After all the officials were sent away, under the gazes of countless people, the Emperor Supreme activated a huge force field traction, pushing the huge ship to the edge of the galaxy.
A massive warp portal looms at the edge.
A strange witchcraft fire gushed out from it, illuminating the dark void.
The fleet sank into it, until the last ship disappeared into the crack.
The excited people stopped.
Their faces flushed and their hearts were excited.
Being able to meet the emperor of the empire was a blessing they could never imagine in their lifetime.
There is a high probability that they will not be so lucky again for many years to come.
No matter what achievements they make, they will never feel more joy than today.
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In a dark void far away from the light of stars, the huge Void No. 5 Space Transfer Station is suspended.
Before the human empire had established a complete lighthouse navigation system, the empire's ships could only use the astronomical torches from Terra to navigate in the dangerous warp space.
Warp travel at that time was far less stable than it is today.
Every voyage is a dangerous adventure.
People can only sail on relatively safe waterways, and every once in a while they will leave the subspace and return to the real world to rest.
Civilian ships are far less powerful than the Empire's military vessels, which can tear open cracks in various parts of the universe and enter the subspace at will.
In order to ensure their own interests, merchants often choose areas that are relatively easy to enter the subspace as ports for temporary corrections.
Those space transfer stations far away from stars were born under such circumstances.
Void No. 5 was built quite a long time ago.
The empire had not yet been established at that time.
There were no beacon navigation systems or astronomical torches, and of course the warp was not as dangerous as it is today.
Even without the Geller Stand, people can still navigate safely in the warp.
There is something around the space transfer station that the old captains call a protection axis. It is a safe haven built in the real space around the spider-web-like base.
Ships passing through the waterway would dock in the safe harbor, and the crew would go to the entertainment area of Void Five to have some fun.
Intelligence shows that Void Five declined during the Long Night, but by the time the Empire was established, the space station had once again become very prosperous.
Some savvy sub-administrators will even spend military funds to enhance their weapons to protect the normal operation of the space station.
That prosperity lasted until the outbreak of the Great Rift.
In that mad, dark time, even entering the Warp with a full team of Navigators and equipped with the best Geller force fields was an extremely crazy act.
The warp at that time was like a pot of boiling hot oil, and spacecraft entering it would often lose their way.
The lucky ones will appear thousands of light years away from the target.
The unlucky ones were never found again, and their life or death are unknown.
At that time, Void Space No. 5 quickly declined.
No one dared to cross the sea of stars to come here.
In order to reduce losses, cargo ships and naval supply ships also stopped traveling.
Only ships that need to hide their whereabouts still use this route.
And these also affect the quality of the residents of Void Five.
Chaotic places only attract crazy people.
Those scholars who know the secrets of how machines and things work will only stay in a peaceful environment.
Their abilities can only be brought into play in a cooperative society.
In a crazy place, they will only become objects of oppression.
Outstanding people gradually left, leaving this empty spiral building with only emptiness and echoes.
When the Empire rose again, Guilliman's Beacon navigation system replaced the Astronomican.
The safety factor of navigation in the subspace has been greatly improved.
Accidents involving ships are becoming less and less frequent.
The transfer station is no longer useful.
Some transit stations were transformed in time and converted into cheap immigration spacecraft.
Following a certain trajectory, they travel back and forth to hundreds of galaxies, transporting those imperial citizens who want to leave or travel.
Most of the residents are those who want to enjoy low-cost starry sky services.
Although the space station is slow, it has a complete ecosystem and a sound social system.
Passengers whose journey may last up to one or two years can also find a job and have a small surplus after deducting the transportation fee when they reach their destination.
This immigration ship converted from a large space station is very popular among people who have a limited budget.
However, not all space stations will be transformed. Some uninhabited space stations in the subspace will often be abandoned in the dark void and become gathering places for smugglers, slaves, thieves, prostitutes, and black market traders.
Those space stations often become lawless places.
Mortals who are easily tempted will come to these places to find the excitement they crave.
Void Five is such a space station.
It has drifted outside the empire's social system and has become a den of filth and corruption.
Those shady goods would be traded here, laundered through complicated procedures, and placed in some imperial store.
Some guys with desires in their hearts come here to enjoy carnival and chaos, as well as the indulgence of desires that are forbidden by imperial law.
All this corruption continued until the arrival of Calgar.
The rage of the Ultramarines Lord set the entire space station on fire.
The Ultramarines fired wildly at the fleeing Chaos warriors, even if it meant destroying the space station.
"Abaddon!
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"Stand up, you damn coward, stand up and face me."
Calgar continued to roar in anger.
The huge fist easily penetrated the opponent's defense.
The huge Chaos Terminator chopped over with a battle axe in hand.
Karga turned around and dodged the attack that the opponent unleashed with all his strength.
The gauntlet was surrounded by crackling arcs of electricity.
He squatted down slightly, then threw out a rising dragon punch from below.
The huge fist smashed the Chaos Terminator's jaw into pieces.
The opponent's head instantly exploded into a bloody rain of mixed metal fragments.
The incomplete body was swept by the excessive killing energy and fell heavily to the ground with a force that could shatter the spine.
Karga's movements were even faster than the body that fell to the ground.
In the instant before the body fell to the ground, the Chapter Master adjusted his stance and made a half turn.
The two grenade launchers under the gloves roared like thunder, pouring a barrage of death on the surrounding Chaos warriors.
Two more Terminators were torn to pieces by the blessed bombs.
A roaring power hammer slammed towards him.
Karga used his backhand to knock the opponent's hammer head off in a deflected direction.
He threw another punch with the force of thunder.
The Chaos Warrior died on the spot, and his shattered body flew out like a high-speed cannonball, knocking away several Chaos Warriors who wanted to pounce on him.
Karga stepped forward, nothing could stop him.
He and his personal guards fought their way into the space transfer station.
Later on, there were fewer Chaos traitors.
Some metal puppets burning with green evil fire replaced them and became the main force to stop Calgar and others.
Those puppets had limbs like humans, but there were two huge chimneys behind them, emitting strange blue light and smoke.
The twisted mechanical structure emitted a terrifying light, and the green eyes were as pure as gems, yet exuded terrible malice.
They have bodies as tall as the Primaris Warriors, and their arms powered by strange energy possess strength comparable to that of the Empire's strongest modified units.
A Primaris warrior wearing power armor had his power armor shattered by a single punch from those terrifying puppets, and the whole person flew out.
If it weren't for the powerful repair function of the Heart of the Empire, he would have died on the spot.
Abaddon had apparently acquired some brand new gadgets.
Calga notified the technicians to activate the anti-magic stance, but it didn't work. The metal puppets didn't stop and their strength didn't weaken at all.
What is even more troublesome is their unsolvable ability to reassemble. Calgary easily smashes them into pieces with the gloves in his hands.
The fragments will soon melt into molten iron in a green flame and then turn into a metal puppet again.
It's like there's no way to kill it.
In the end, it was Calga's deputy who came up with a solution. He used a dimensional device to split their bodies and threw them into two different spaces, thus stopping those metal puppets with unlimited resurrection abilities.
After dealing with those metal golems, Calgar walked towards the target room located by the armor's built-in scanner.
The plastic steel door has been securely locked.
Although the surface of the door is bumpy and has spots of rust, it is thick enough to withstand the impact of a small nuclear bomb.
Calgar can wait for his men to use the laser cutter to open the door.
But he chose the simplest and most brutal way.
That is to take a deep breath, take a half step back, activate the power gloves and the auxiliary impact system, and then punch out suddenly. With a loud bang, the heavy plastic steel door became distorted.
Blinding red alarm lights covered every corridor along with loud sirens.
Calgar threw another punch, knocking the entire gate flying and smashing the seven or eight traitors inside into pulp.
When he rushed in, bullets like a torrential rain roared through the air.
Thousands of rounds of ammunition were unleashed in a matter of seconds.
The bullets blocked by the energy shield piled up under Calgar's feet.
A heavy-duty bolter machine gun with thick armor and four supports firmly grasping the ground was pointed at the door, pouring ammunition, and countless bubbles emerged from the circulating fluid used to cool the barrel.
One of Calgar's bodyguards directly pulled the trigger of the plasma cannon in his hand. As a dazzling ball of light flew by, the upper body of the cultist who pulled the trigger and the heavy bolter machine gun disappeared, directly vaporized by the high temperature of the plasma ball, leaving only a pool of molten iron and rising steam.
The traitors in the room were quickly killed.
There was no sign of Abaddon.
Just two Chaos Terminators and a bunch of damned traitors.
Calgar couldn't help but let out an angry roar.
Abaddon escaped several times, which made Calgar hate him and regarded it as a humiliation.
When he got the news of Abaddon's presence, he saw it as an opportunity to wash away his shame.
With the help of the Empire's intelligence system, he quickly locked onto Void Five.
Unfortunately, the other party still escaped.
"That damn coward." Karga roared like an angry lion.
"My Lord, these appear to be star maps, another path leading to the Cadia Fortress."
The guard's words made Calga suppress his rage and he turned to study the things on the black iron table in the room.
Scattered on the desk were data tables and some secure communication canisters, as well as a large map that looked like it was made of some kind of animal hide.
Various symbols are used on the map to represent galaxies, and the brown lines represent roads in the subspace, connecting the various symbols.
Cadia was marked out, and several lines connected it, including one that the Empire had never known.
"Bring someone alive." said Karga.
A guard came over, holding a captured cultist.
"What is this?" Karga asked, grabbing the map.
"I won't tell you anything." The cultist said, "You guys are fooled by the tyrant. You will get nothing from me."
"It's a tough bone, break it." said Karga.
The two guards nearby nodded, dragged the prisoner aside, and summoned a think tank with the ability to read minds.
It wasn't long before the captive began to scream in pain and despair.
Ten minutes later, a guard handed the information he had read to Calga.
ps: To be continued.