The hatred of the Primarchs could change nothing.
Let them hate as much as they want.
The glory and splendor of the empire will never fade.
They chose the wrong path and have to bear the consequences of that mistake.
Such despicable behavior will only make them a laughing stock in the hearts of the people of the empire.
This would undoubtedly be more painful for them than being killed by Guilliman.
They had the same status.
In the past, Guilliman was not even the most outstanding among the many Primarchs.
Today, Guilliman has become the most dazzling figure in the Imperium, even surpassing their creator, the Emperor.
Phalanxes walked out one after another, marching under the watchful eyes of many high-ranking officials of the empire and creatures from many alien universes.
The returning heroes were also moved by the might of the empire and by the people who fought tirelessly to achieve their ultimate dream.
Even though I am a mortal, I still have an unyielding will.
It was their persistence and hard work that enabled the empire to survive the long darkness and usher in the dawn.
Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people, the soldiers stood proudly under the fluttering battle flags.
Watch as these troops march along the same path that the former Holy Emperor ascended the throne.
Countless people shed tears for this scene.
A universe was conquered.
In the name of humanity.
In the name of the empire.
In the name of the Holy Emperor.
What a brilliant sight!
Humanity will officially become a force at the cosmic level.
They have a universe of their own.
This moment belongs not only to the soldiers returning from the expedition, but also to all mankind, to every citizen of the empire who has died, is yet to be born, and is working hard.
It is the efforts of generations of people that have given mankind the opportunity to move towards glory.
The majestic army walked through the portal and came to the designated area of the parade platform of the Emperor Supreme.
Different troops are located in different areas.
This had already been decided, and they just needed to follow the instructions and get into their positions.
Uniform and well-trained.
When the last troop took their positions, the real highlight of the celebration slowly began.
When the holy emperor, wearing armor, holding the emperor's sword and wearing the king's crown on his head, walked out, the whole world fell silent.
The tall and majestic figure attracted everyone's attention.
All the dignitaries sitting in the stands stood up.
The crowded civilians were all looking at the figure on the magnificent tower.
Her mere presence was enough to earn their lifetime loyalty.
Even if I have to die for her, I will never hesitate.
Asakami Shion knelt on the edge of the floating platform. When she saw the other person for the first time, she knew that this was the man for whom she had vowed to give everything.
Even if she becomes an enemy of God, even if she falls into the abyss forever, she will defend her oath of loyalty.
Citizens across the empire who were able to receive this scene all stared intently at the projected and broadcast images.
Many women could not suppress their excitement and cried quietly.
The strong men had red eyes as they stared at this being who protected and guided them, an existence that surpassed all gods and legends.
Countless soldiers were looking up at the platform and the man in front of the tall throne.
They didn't even realize that they were in tears and their faces were flushed.
Even the faces of the Primaris warriors, who were as strong as a rock, decisive in killing, and ruthless, were all filled with tears flowing freely.
It's a pity that their faces were covered by helmets, otherwise they would have been photographed and become excellent publicity material.
The whole world was silent; even the roaring machinery suppressed its own sound.
The guards knelt on one knee to express their loyalty and faith to the Holy Emperor.
Following closely behind are priests, primaris warriors, Titan legions, heavy vehicle drivers, as well as knights, nuns, and so on.
All as one.
No one ordered them to do this, and no order was needed to do this.
Because the one on the high platform is their king, their guardian and guide.
She makes the universe bend to humanity;
She strikes fear into the hearts of the gods;
She made the name of the empire spread throughout the heavens;
She brought science and rationality back to mankind;
She pushed human civilization toward endless glory;
Her achievements are innumerable, and even all human words could not describe even the tip of the iceberg.
They are her messengers and the practitioners of her will.
Because of her, they exist, and because of her, there is this infinite glory and victory.
It was so satisfying to see this marching army kneeling on one knee in such unison.
Even the Titan, like the God of Destruction, lowered his head and knelt on one knee in the wide square.
Envoys from other universes, representatives from the Eldar, and many messengers from the Andromeda Nebula, they all looked at this scene in shock.
Especially the many representatives from Universe 04.
They could hardly describe how they felt at the moment.
They all witnessed the strength of this army.
Sweeping across all realms, killing countless powerful people, and destroying countless lives.
The screams of those strong men and the wails of many races still echo in those worlds shrouded in the breath of death.
Cruel, cold and ruthless are the best words to describe them.
And now they are crying and kneeling on one knee to a man.
These warriors who are beyond gods all swore allegiance to one man and were willing to give everything for him, even their own lives and souls.
Throughout the universe and throughout time and space, there is absolutely no force that can sever the connection between them and this man.
The silence was broken when a vow was uttered.
The dignitaries and common people in the audience stands were all vying to make the Sky Eagle Salute in front of their chests.
He roared at the top of his lungs, pledging his eternal loyalty.
They would die for her without hesitation or delay.
The sound of the oath was so terrifying and deafening that everyone was shouting with all their might. Only in this way could their excited hearts find a little peace.
Asakami Shion stared at the figure on the platform.
The beautiful eyes were stained with tears.
The emperor she was loyal to was believed and worshipped in this way.
Listen to those crazy noises.
Everyone was willing to die for her, just as she was willing to die for them.
Their loyalty requires no reward.
Because loyalty itself is the greatest reward for them.
She loves the world and the world loves her.
Sigismund, Lann and others looked at each other, and the deafening sound made them look sad.
Even though they were veterans who had participated in the great victory at Ullanor, they had never seen such a scene.
Number Thirteen drives the entire human race crazy.
Even the subspace has been in turmoil, stirred by countless human emotions.
Guilliman stood on the dais, gazing upon his subjects.
The Guards and the Royal Guards stood behind him.
When he raised one hand and pressed down, the deafening roars and oaths suddenly quieted down.
All things are subject to his will.
The people fell silent, all with their heads raised, waiting for the Holy Emperor to speak.
Those who were not present watched their monarch through the screen.
"Karga is really at a big loss."
Sicarius, who had been serving as the personal guard, stood behind the Holy Emperor with a stern expression, feeling sorry that Calgar could not participate in the ceremony.