Same as previous celebration mode.
The first to appear were the Imperial Guards.
They are representatives of the Emperor.
The imperial guards were dressed in full sets of phlogopite armor, holding halberds, standing on floating platforms, like the golden-armored gods of war in ancient mythology.
Each one is so perfect, as if they were carved by the most advanced artist in human history.
It gives people a feeling of dignity and majesty.
Noble and inoffensive.
It symbolizes the majesty and power of the empire.
The ministers of the state religion followed closely behind, wearing long robes and holding eagle incense burners.
These believers who followed the Imperial expedition stood or sat on anti-gravity levitators, chanting loudly in reverence and praise for the Holy Emperor.
There were also some believers who were naked, kneeling on the platform and crying, allowing the automatic whipping machine slaves to whip them. Their backs were covered in blood, which was extremely horrific.
However, they believed that this method could bring salvation to their souls and use such pain to express their respect and love for the holy emperor.
The incense wafting from the incense burner gathered together and was stirred by the servo skull flying back and forth, forming whirlpools.
Then came the huge numbers of Primaris warriors, they were powerful and clad in freshly repaired armor.
Unlike other troops, they were on foot.
Running hundreds of kilometers is not a difficult task for them.
The regiment's battle flag was flying in the air.
The sound of orderly footsteps drowned out the sound of horns and people's discussions.
No one knows how many Primaris took part in the celebration.
There is no end in sight.
They were like a whole, and every time they lifted their feet and put them down, they were in unison.
It's like a mechanical soldier controlled by an intelligent core, but it's not. There is a living person inside the robot's armor.
This is the most terrifying part.
When the Primaris warriors came out, the terrifying aura made them fall into silence.
Hundreds of thousands of Primaris warriors ran in unison on the avenue.
The footsteps were deafening.
Sigismund, Lann and the others looked solemnly at the Primaris warriors who appeared closely behind the Imperial Guards and the Priest Phalanx.
Even they were stunned by such a spectacular ceremony.
The imperial army has become so terrifying.
One phalanx after another marched forward with great momentum and imposing manner.
As the Primaris warriors advanced, golden petals of light fell from the sky, giving a sacred feeling to the viewer.
The sound of silver horns was endless, and each door was as huge as a hill.
They are powered by giant air compressors, allowing them to produce huge notes.
The rhythmic beats of the drums made of giant xenos rose and fell, responding to the orderly footsteps of the Primaris warriors.
If there were any creatures from Universe 04 here, they would surely shout out loud that those alien species made into drums are all powerful races with ancient bloodlines.
After the Primaris warriors, it is the Astra Militarum phalanx.
The first to arrive were the Krieg Death Corps. With their fearless spirit, they repeatedly broke through the enemy's defenses and even captured several important positions, thus winning this honor.
They wore bird-beak-shaped breathing masks, and their gray-black robes looked as if they were ablaze by war.
Sitting silently on the top warhorse created by genetic technology.
In his hand he held a spear that was gleaming with cold light, cold and cruel, with a terrifying murderous intent.
The sound of horse hooves was very uniform, without a trace of noise, as if they were copied.
Krieg soldiers are trained from a young age and are born ready.
Devote yourself to the Empire, give everything for the Holy Emperor.
In addition to the Krieg soldiers, one phalanx of soldiers after another passed by, some of them sitting on heavy tanks or standing on suspended platforms.
Each of them is an elite veteran who has crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with a grim face and murderous intent.
Only in their eyes could one see a hint of joy at victory in the war and at receiving such an honor.
The massive Titan did not walk, but rather levitated using anti-gravity wings.
They are gods of war, they are the embodiment of the will to destruction.
I don’t know how many lives have been tragically killed by their weapons that could destroy the world.
When they appeared on the battlefield, their mere presence was enough to make countless creatures wail and cry, and flee in panic.
Titan clusters, knight armor, nun phalanx, and inquisition, etc.
Every force involved in Universe 04 got the opportunity to attend this ceremony.
They held their heads high, chests puffed out, with joy and a rare hint of pride in their eyes, as they walked on this road destined for honor and victory.
The heroic performance of this team was broadcast live in all aspects and spread to every corner at the fastest speed through the empire's communication network, so that everyone could cheer for these triumphant warriors who had achieved unprecedented achievements.
Even the many traitors imprisoned in the Astronomican of Atonement could be seen clearly through the giant projection.
Fulgrim roared and slammed the cage with his half-snake, half-human body. The chains covered with patterns rattled under his crazy impact.
However, even the Primarch found it difficult to break free from the chains.
It is not made up of pure matter, but carries some special things belonging to the subspace.
It's like the chains used to bind the giant wolf Fenris in Norse mythology.
The chains were made from cat's feet, woman's whiskers, stone roots, fish's breath, bear's tendons and bird's saliva.
These things sound incredible, but they have a certain symbolic power.
The chains used to bind traitors also have power.
Unless Guilliman is killed and the Imperium falls, they are trapped, never to be freed.
The Imperial craftsmen used the sins of these traitors and the Empire's hatred for them to fashion chains.
Angron also roared, like a mad lion.
The butcher's nails tortured him and made him feel like dying.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
There was only this thought in his huge head.
The nails gnawed at his brain nerves, causing him to roar in anger and pound the wall desperately.
Luo Jia's face was gloomy.
Guilliman was taunting them, showing off his own exploits.
That damn liar!
Luo Jia was cursing fiercely in his heart.
His hatred and curse were so strong that they almost became physical.
If words could be turned into knives, Guilliman would probably have his heart pierced by thousands of swords.
Magnus sat cross-legged on the spot.
The one eye made no secret of its disgust for Guilliman and everything he had created.
He had already made countless vows in his heart that he would keep living and looking for opportunities for revenge.
There is no eternal dynasty in this world.
Even gods will have their successors.
Guilliman will not have the last laugh. He will witness the empire shine like fireworks, then turn into ashes and disappear in the long river of history.
The demon primarch stared at everything projected with either resentment or hatred, his eyes filled with ferocity and malice.
They gnashed their teeth and were filled with resentment.
The malice in his eyes almost became tangible.