The arrival of Guilliman's fleet caused a huge sensation.
Even though the major families tried to block the news, it still leaked out. The workers, the lower classes, the gangsters, and even the homeless in the hive were discussing it.
The great Son of the Emperor, the sacred Primarch, the mythical God of War under the Emperor.
Those ancient stories were exaggerated.
People seemed to have returned to the magnificent era of the Great Expedition.
Feel the glory of an emperor walking on earth.
Some merchants took photos and sent them back to various hive cities. The magnificent fleet excited everyone.
This is the most intuitive display of the Primarch's power. This magnificent fleet is enough to cause an entire galaxy's worth of enemies to collapse without firing a single shot.
After obtaining permission, some merchant ships excitedly joined Guilliman's fleet. Even sailing with it for a distance was enough to make them feel supremely honored and worthy of being written into family history and known to future generations.
Devout pilgrims came from all corners of the system, cheering Guilliman's name.
Unfortunately, all their requests to board the Macragge's Glory were rejected.
The Primarch tactfully stated that he would go to the surface to comfort those loyalists who served the Empire.
This made the people excited and they looked forward to the Primarch's arrival in the hive.
The Graus family and the families that were in cahoots with them also began to make active preparations.
They want to prove how loyal they are and how much they are loved by the people.
There is no need for reform of the Primarch; maintaining the existing system is sufficient to ensure the continuation of the Empire and the greatness of the Emperor.
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Residential area number two.
"Get out! You all must stay away from this area until the Primarch leaves."
The law enforcement officers kicked open Hawke's door and threw him out of the dilapidated room, demanding that he go to Area 3 or Area 4 to find a place to sleep and come back after the Primarch left.
"This is my home." Hawke felt extremely angry.
"Stay away, and do not let your lowliness tarnish the glory of the Primarch. Otherwise I will arrest you in the name of the Emperor." The law enforcement officers were very rude and had no intention of compromising.
It seems that as long as it is named after the Emperor, it is just and a necessary sacrifice for the greater good.
The law enforcement officers kicked open the doors of the residents one by one and told them to move away.
The Graus family had arranged a crowd to welcome the Primarch; they were well-groomed and neat, and each of them knew etiquette.
With the help of such a welcome ceremony, the Graus family will prove how prosperous people are under their rule and how they enjoy a harmonious and stable life.
"You will be cursed. The Holy Emperor would never give such an order. Paying respect to the Primarch is the right of every citizen and a manifestation of the Emperor's glory. You cannot do this."
A blind old woman was also dragged out.
She asked angrily.
There is no one who does not want to pay homage to the Primarch who represents the Emperor's will. This may be the only memorable moment in their short, boring life.
"We refuse to leave and we have the right to stay here."
Madara, who was on crutches, walked out of the crowd. He had already sold his mechanical prosthesis.
If he had not been encouraged by the news of Guilliman's arrival, he would have chosen to commit suicide after spending all his money.
Guilliman's arrival brought a ray of light into his dark life.
If he could be seen as the spokesperson for the Emperor's will, it would be the greatest comfort to him as a veteran.
The appearance of Madara inspired others.
If a disabled person dares to fight, why do they choose to be cowardly?
They protested and refused to leave.
The law enforcement officers were as tough as ever and they pulled out their laser pistols.
They are not good at dealing with heretics and aliens, but they are very adept at dealing with these honest imperial citizens.
"This is an order from the Graus family. You can disobey it, but I can also take necessary measures. Leave now, and you can come back again after the Primarch leaves. Otherwise."
The law enforcement officers picked up the laser guns in their hands and gave people a sinister and threatening look, which made people retreat.
He glanced around and finally set his eyes on the wanderer named Ban, ready to make an example of him.
"You shouldn't be the first to speak out, idiot," the law enforcement officer said.
"Let the Graus family die. I once fought for the Holy Emperor, and the Graus family is nothing but a blood-sucking worm lying on the body of the Empire."
With his neck red, he shouted, "You took away my pension, you took away my house, but you can't take away my chance to meet the Primarch."
"Then go to hell, idiot."
The lawman shot Madara in the leg.
The strong light of the laser beam flashed in the air and pierced through Madara's intact foot, causing him to scream miserably on the ground.
The smell of burning flesh made countless people shrink their heads in fear.
"Who's next?" the law enforcement officer shouted.
His eyes swept over those people, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
"Damn, what did you do? He fought to protect you?" Hawk squeezed through the crowd. He ran towards Madara, who was approached by no one, and hugged him tightly in his arms, comforting the veteran and trying to ease his pain.
"Then take him away and let him be loyal to the Graus family one last time." The law enforcement officer sneered and didn't care about Hawke's words.
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Hive Square.
Amidst the thunder and lightning, the rich and powerful stood in the howling wind, awaiting the arrival of the Primarch.
The celebratory fireworks struggled to rise in the pouring rain, brilliant beams of light shone brightly, and the dark and depressing night was illuminated like a dazzling show.
The planetary governor stood in front of the crowd, shivering in the cold wind like the other nobles, but a smile appeared on his face, as if he was fantasizing about something good.
From the reports from his capable subordinates, he knew that everything was ready.
He will showcase the achievements of the Graus family to convince the Primarch to withdraw his order for reform.
The elegant and noble Imperial nobles are the best servants to help the Emperor and the Primarch rule the Empire.
Those ignorant, lowly civilians just need to do their job.
There is absolutely no need for any reform.
The nobles all looked up at the sky, waiting for the Primarch's arrival.
There was a flash of lightning, and the thick clouds were illuminated from within.
Thunder rumbled and more lightning was emitted.
Several bolts of lightning struck the tallest spire in the hive.
The circuits built by the Mechanical Society made a humming sound, absorbing excess energy and protecting the hive from being destroyed by the mighty forces of nature.
As the nobles waited, the hum of the spaceship came through the wind.
Dozens of Stormbirds pierced through the dark clouds and emerged from high in the sky.
These Stormbirds escorted three Thunderhawks decorated with gold and painted with battle scenes.
The storm birds circled and stayed in the sky, while the thunder eagles landed one after another with a loud buzzing sound.
The violent propulsive airflow disrupts the original trajectory of the raindrops.
When the Thunder Eagle landed steadily in the square, the shrill buzzing sound gradually weakened.
As the airlock door opened, Space Marines marched out in formation.
The height of each Space Marine is far beyond that of these nobles.
As soon as they came out, an indescribable oppressive atmosphere made many nobles feel suffocated.
They formed two rows, standing in the rain like statues, letting the rain run down their armor.
In addition to the ones holding bolters, there were also several Space Marines holding the battle flags of their respective chapters, Ultramar, and the Imperial double-headed eagle emblem.
The battle flag fluttered in the wind and rain.
At this moment, grand music sounded, majestic and solemn.
The Cherubim and Servo-Skull flew out of the Thunderhawk's cabin, struggling to maintain their shapes in the strong wind, announcing the arrival of the Primarch to the nobles.
"Speaker of the Emperor's will, Regent of the Great Empire, Lord of Ultramar, Master of the Imperial Senate, Son of the Emperor, Lord Guilliman."
Accompanied by the roars of the Cherubim and Servo-Skulls, the door of the last Thunderhawk slammed down.
Guilliman strode out with his head held high, surrounded by the Honor Guard.
"I have arrived, traitors."
Guilliman glanced at the nobles and spoke in a deep voice.
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of many nobles, led by the planetary governor, turned pale instantly.