Guilliman's voice was not loud, but it possessed some special magical power that penetrated the crowd and made the cheering people even more excited.
The devout followers of the state religion, who were ragged in rags, were so excited that they fell to their knees and sang poems in praise of the emperor.
She did not forget about humanity. She brought her own children back to life and helped humanity escape from this dark and terrifying world and embrace a new, hopeful future.
Some believers could not help crying. They took out whips with electric current and whipped their bodies to make themselves endure more pain to express their piety to the Emperor.
"Look at him, child. He is the glory of mankind and the salvation of mankind." A woman held up her child, who was only a few months old, and asked him to remember the figure in the azure power armor.
"Long live the Emperor, long live Guilliman." Someone shouted the first cry.
"Long live the Emperor, long live Guilliman." More people shouted.
"Long live the Emperor, long live Guilliman."
At the end, everyone was shouting, soldiers and civilians were cheering.
A son of the Emperor, a Primarch who swore to save them, made their hearts extremely excited.
Guilliman was also amazed at this. The power of human belief in the ruling template was rapidly increasing.
He also felt an invisible force constantly flowing into his body, making him stronger.
He even had an illusion that he could beat ten big demons like the one just now by himself.
This is just the blessing of the Macragge star field. What kind of scene would that be if the blessing of all human beings in the empire was obtained
Guilliman suddenly felt that fighting against the evil god was still very promising.
You have to work hard and strive to punch the Blood God and kick the Slave Demon as soon as possible, become the king, dominate the Warhammer Universe, and then dominate the multiverse, open a way home, and stage a scene of the return of the God of War.
The battle was over, and Guilliman, under the protection of the Ultramarines, entered the inner city of Macragge.
The streets along the way were full of people, coming from all over the place.
The shattered starport with black smoke rising and the endless stream of landing aircraft were all coming for him.
When these people looked at Guilliman, their eyes were red. When he glanced at them, they would be so excited that they would howl and shout names like "Long live Guilliman".
Guilliman looked at these people. They should all be considered fanatics. It would not be difficult to ask them to die for him.
The Mechanicus Archmagos Cawl and Chapter Master Calgar followed behind Guilliman.
Guilliman's successful resurrection heralds a glimmer of hope for humanity in this dark and desperate universe.
This made the Mechanical Magus very pleased. It was worth the thousands of years he had spent traveling around the galaxy to collect various technologies for Guilliman's resurrection.
All the efforts have finally paid off, and the Galaxy will enter a new era.
Guilliman has resurrected and returned, still adhering to his mission, fighting for humanity and for the Emperor.
Even though the Imperium has now been torn apart by the Great Warp Rift and countless worlds have fallen into darkness, the Mechanical Sage Cawl understands that as long as Guilliman returns, there is still hope for humanity to regroup and fight Chaos once again.
As for the Chapter Master, Calgar, his face was full of excitement, even a neural cable catheter in his head was filled with excitement and joy.
The awakening of the Gene-Father made him and the other Extreme Warriors so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.
Celestine, Amaritch and others were also in the team, and their faces were equally ecstatic.
This was an unprecedented victory, not only in expelling the enemy, but more importantly in marking the return of Guilliman.
Guilliman, surrounded by his troops, walked towards the inner city of Macragge. He scanned the ancient city.
Behind the excited cheers of those people were the ruins of Macragge. The battle was won, but at a heavy price.
Countless civilians died tragically at the hands of the Chaos army, their bodies lying in the ruins, waiting to be collected.
Countless numbers of those fearless guardians of the empire were also killed, lying in the trenches.
The broken artillery and tanks were still burning, and sparks were splashing from the circuit boards, as if mourning the death of lives.
Countless buildings collapsed under the Chaos army's artillery fire, and those human art treasures were burned.
Macragge won the victory, but was left devastated and scarred.
Their own recovery temporarily suppressed their sadness, but this sadness will eventually be released.
The war between Chaos and the Empire will continue. Thinking of this, Guilliman's joy of fighting ten alone was diluted a lot.
Guilliman understood that countless more people would fall in the war, and countless lives would be lost in the fight for victory and for the survival of mankind.
Every moment of the gears of fate will be filled with the ashes of human heroes, just to defend human survival and dignity.
"I just hope that everything can have a good outcome. I don't want to be captured by the evil god and used as a toy." Guilliman thought of this and gathered his mind.
Surrounded by the team, he walked through the cheering crowd and returned to the ruined sanctuary.
The corpses, rubble, shattered demon engines, and heavy war vehicles such as the Dreadnought had all been cleared and transported to other places.
In the sanctuary, many chapter leaders, the Great Sage Cawl, and Saint Celestine paid homage to Guilliman in turn. Afterwards, through their stories, Guilliman had a clear understanding of all aspects of the current empire.
Even though he had been fully prepared mentally, what Guilliman heard still made him feel disturbed.
The Cadian Fortress fell, the Great Rift tore apart the entire galaxy, and countless demons transformed into entities and invaded the human world, causing indescribable horrific casualties.
No world is immune, all are ravaged or invaded by terrible demons, mutants, or traitors.
There is no doubt that the current Empire has long deviated from the original vision of the Emperor and the Primarchs, becoming what they hate the most and entering the darkest and most desperate era.
The former Empire was created with countless efforts of the Emperor and the Primarch. It was a golden age full of hope and triumph.
People emerged from ignorance and embraced science and rationality again. The Imperial expeditionary force spread the glory of the Emperor to every planet.
Those were beautiful and hopeful times.
After listening to Celestine, Calgar and others’ introduction to the current situation, Guilliman asked them all to leave, saying that he needed to be alone.
Standing in front of the broken window, watching the people outside the sanctuary carrying the bodies, Guilliman sighed softly.
"Horus, you really don't deserve forgiveness."
Ten thousand years later, the aftermath of Horus's Heresy is still reverberating.
Abaddon, former First Captain of the Sons of Horus Legion and the one most loyal to Horus, became the new Warmaster of the Chaos Gods during the Primarch's absence and launched attacks on the Imperium time and time again.
During the ten thousand years of suffering and war, the empire slowly abandoned rationality and the future in order to survive, and became a bloated, absurd, ignorant, and cruel bureaucratic combination.
There is not a trace of rationality or hope. Only fear, hatred and ignorance keep this huge zombie alive!
Primarch Guilliman was an uncompromising idealist. Even among his brothers, no one was as hopeful as he once was in envisioning a bright future.
The memory of the body affects the soul and makes it sad.
Humanity had a very hard time in the past ten thousand years, and the tiny galaxy was filled with their enemies.
Traitors and Chaos Demons are plundering them wantonly, and some races outside the galaxy are also attacking them frantically.
It can be said that human beings today are much worse than they were in the era of the Great Expedition.
It can be said to be even more tragic than the golden age.
"We need a completely new plan." Guilliman thought, helping the Empire defeat Chaos is not only for humanity, but also for himself.
The evil god pays great attention to the Primarchs. Once he fails, his soul will definitely fall into the hands of those guys. At that time, he will be unable to live or die, and will be tortured for generations to come.
He can't afford to lose. If he loses, it will be really miserable.