Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 522 Calgar's blood loss (for subscription)

  The hatred of the Primarchs will change nothing.

   It's fine to let them hate.

  The glory and brilliance of the empire will not fade in any way.

  They chose a wrong path, and they have to eat the consequences of this mistake.

  Such unbearable behavior will only make them a laughing stock in the hearts of the people of the empire.

   This is undoubtedly more painful for them than being killed by Guilliman.

  They had the same status.

  The former Guilliman was not even the best of the Primarchs.

  Now, Guilliman has become the most dazzling existence of the empire, even surpassing their creator-the emperor.

   One by one, the phalanx went out, marching under the watchful eyes of many high-ranking empires and creatures from many different universes.

  Those returned heroic spirits were also shocked, fighting endlessly for the mighty power of the empire and for these people, only for those who achieved their final dreams.

   Even as a mortal, there is an unyielding will.

   It was their persistence and hard work that allowed the empire to survive the long darkness and usher in the dawn.

  In the eyes of hundreds of millions of people, the soldiers are full of pride, standing under the banner of hunting and agitation.

  Watch these troops marching down the path of the former holy emperor to the throne.

   Countless people shed tears for this scene.

   A universe is conquered.

  In the name of humanity.

  In the name of the empire.

  In the name of the Holy Emperor.

   What a splendor this is!

  Humanity will officially become a force at the cosmic level of the heavens.

   They have a universe of their own.

  This moment belongs not only to these soldiers returning from the expedition, but also to all human beings, to every citizen of the empire who has died, has not yet been born, and is working hard.

  It is the efforts of generations of people that give mankind the opportunity to achieve glory.

  The majestic legion walked in along the portal, and walked to the area that had been divided on the military parade platform of the Emperor Supreme.

  Different troops are listed in different areas.

   This is already set, they just need to follow the instructions to get into their position.

   Uniform and well-trained.

  When the last troop stood in their positions, the real highlight of the celebration began slowly.

  When the holy emperor walked out wearing armor, holding the emperor's sword and crowning the king's laurel, the whole world fell silent.

   That stalwart figure attracted everyone's attention.

  The dignitaries sitting in the stands all stood up.

  The crowded civilians were all staring at the figure on the magnificent tower.

  His standing there is enough for them to devote a lifetime of loyalty.

  Even if it is for Him to die, there will never be the slightest hesitation.

   Qianshang Shiyin knelt on the edge of the floating platform. When she saw him for the first time, she knew that this was the man she had sworn to give everything to.

  Even if she becomes an enemy of God, even if she falls into the abyss forever, she will still defend her oath of loyalty.

  The people of the empire who could receive this scene all over the empire were staring at the projected and rebroadcasted images.

  Many women could hardly restrain their excitement and began to cry softly.

  Those strong men have red eyes, watching the existence that protects and guides them, transcending all gods and legends.

  Countless soldiers are all looking up at the high platform, the man in front of the tall throne.

  They didn't even realize that they were in tears and flushed.

  Even the faces of the hard-hearted, decisive, ruthless Primordial Warriors were all tears flowing wantonly.

  It's a pity that their faces are covered by helmets, otherwise they would have been photographed and become excellent promotional materials.

  The whole world fell silent, even the roaring machinery suppressed its own voice.

  The imperial guards knelt on one knee to express their loyalty and faith to the Holy Emperor.

   Followed by priests, primordial warriors, titan legions, heavy vehicle drivers, knights, nuns, etc.

   All are one.

  No one ordered them to do it, and no order was needed to do it.

   For on the high platform is their king, their guardian and guide.

  He made the whole universe bow to man;

  He made the gods tremble with terror;

  He made the name of the empire proclaim to the heavens;

  He let mankind regain science and rationality;

  He promoted human civilization to endless glory;

  His achievements are innumerable, and even if all human words are exhausted, it is impossible to describe the tip of the iceberg.

  They are His messengers, the implementers of His will.

  With Him, there are them, and there is this infinite glory and victory.

   To see this marching army kneeling on one knee in such unison.

  Even the Titans, who looked like the God of War, lowered their heads and knelt on one knee in the wide square.

  Envoys from other universes, representatives from the Eldar, and numerous envoys from the Andromeda Nebula, they all watched this scene in shock.

   Especially many representatives from Universe 04.

  It is difficult for them to describe their mood at the moment.

  The strength of this army is obvious to all.

  Swept across the worlds, killed an unknown number of strong men, and destroyed an unknown number of creatures.

  The screams of the strong and the wailing of many races still echo in the world shrouded in the breath of the dead.

  Cruel, cold, and ruthless are the best words to describe them.

   And now they're crying and getting down on one knee to a man.

  These warriors beyond the gods all swear allegiance to a man, and are willing to give everything for him, even their own lives and souls.

  In the universe of the heavens, in the time and space of the ages, there is absolutely no force that can cut off the connection between them and this man.

   When an oath sounded, the silence was broken.

  The dignitaries and civilians on the audience stage are all scrambling to make the eagle salute on their chests.

   Roaring at the top of his voice, roaring out the oath of eternal allegiance.

   They could die for him, without hesitation, without hesitation.

  The sound of the oath was so terrifying and deafening that everyone shouted with all their strength. Only in this way could they get a little peace of mind from their excitement.

   Qianshang Shiyin stared at the figure on the high platform.

  Beautiful eyes were blurred by tears.

  The emperor she is loyal to is so believed and worshipped.

  Listen to those crazy voices.

   All would die for him as he would die for them.

   Their loyalty needs no reward.

  Because loyalty itself is the greatest reward for them.

  He loved the world, and the world loved Him.

   Sigismund, Lane and the others glanced at each other, their faces moved by the deafening voice.

  Even though they were veterans who participated in the Ulano victory, they had never seen such a battle.

  Number 13 drove the entire human race crazy.

   Even the subspace has set off turbulent waves, stirred by countless human emotions.

  Guilliman stood on the high platform, staring at his subjects.

  The imperial guards and guards stood behind him.

   When he raised one hand and pressed it down, the deafening roar and oath were also silenced in an instant.

  All things are subject to His will.

  The people fell silent, they all raised their heads, waiting for the Holy Emperor to speak.

  Those who weren't there watched their sovereign through the screen.

   "Calgar is really at a loss."

   Sicarius, who has been serving as the personal guard, stood behind the Holy Emperor with a stern face, feeling sorry for Calgar's failure to participate in this grand ceremony.

  (end of this chapter)