In the ninth month after the death of Pluto, in the ninth month after the star torch was extinguished,
One by one the Second Empire was established.
This marks a phased victory for the Empire's regional stability since the Galactic Rip.
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The magnificent constant sun of Baal sheds golden light on the earth,
On the high platform, in the only shadow, Conrad shook his body uneasily, but also maintained the necessary silence.
here we go.
The sound of golden boots hitting the ground sounded.
【His followers, my people! 】
The majestic voice of the Archangel resounded throughout the land. He stood on the high platform in front of the church. Under the high steps, tens of thousands of warriors lined up, and the engines of countless Titans, Knights, and Stormbirds buzzed anxiously.
On the cathedral behind him, countless white statues were looking down at this beloved child, with stone silk hanging from their curved smooth arms.
People looked at him, those eyes that had suffered so much were looking at him. In their hands, they held either a golden double-headed eagle statue or a simple archangel statue. They could not stop mumbling,
For the God Emperor,
The archangel spread his wings and each wing was filled with colorful luster and shouted,
[I know that just to stand here, just to keep your own purity, you have tried your best,]
As the archangel spoke, the wind blew violently,
[I know that you came here, came to Baal, came to the protection of the Legion, hoping to find a corner where you can spend the rest of your life safely,]
Sanguinius's broad wings were lifted by the wind, and naturally, the archangel rose into the sky,
In a daze, everyone on the ground seemed to see the shining golden teardrop on the archangel's cheek.
【But I have no choice but to tell you,】
Sanguinius sighed,
[I cannot promise you a stable future - the galaxy is burning, and all the time, wars that can tear up an entire planet are ignited, and evil entities are hidden in the darkness, peeping at us all the time. 】
The people who were praying in low voices began to commotion, but they did not speak. Instead, they huddled together like more uneasy lambs, conveying their uneasiness with their eyes.
【Yes,】
The archangel sighed,
[For humans, this is hell. 】
[I saw demons with my own eyes and saw the blasphemous existence. Hell exists. They are as evil and disgusting as described in the oldest myths. 】
[They torture our souls wantonly and take pleasure in the corruption of pure people. Our pain is the best nourishment for their growth. 】
[They are the devil incarnate of our most secret desires. 】
The archangel's wings flashed with the rising sun of Baal in the sky, and each white feather was dripping with golden light.
【I should……】
The archangel lowered his eyes, as if looking directly into everyone's soul, gently asking them if they were still pure,
【How should I save you? 】
Sanguinius said softly, his voice seemed to melt in the wind, but everyone heard it clearly, the voice rang next to their souls,
【How should I save you? 】
The archangel asked again, his tears slipped down, a small crystal flower bloomed in the wind, and then disappeared in an instant,
[This is a battle about whether we are still pure. I need the most heroic warriors not to indulge in the battlefield, the most kind doctors not to be greedy for life, the most knowledgeable wise men not to read books, and the most demanding artists not to linger. Yu Zuyan - I want you to let go of your joy, anger, anger and ignorance. I want you...]
The archangel's voice gradually became quieter,
【This is too cruel. 】
A sigh was broken in the wind.
[This is too cruel, I can’t convince myself that I can’t do this no matter what,]
Tears fell one after another. Sanguinius seemed to have shed all the tears in his life, all the unwillingness, pain, and anger. In the end, only the archangel who had no sorrow or tears was left.
[I can't do it, but...but I know this is the best path I can provide you,]
Sanguinius opened his hands as if he wanted to embrace those who loved him and were willing to give their lives to him.
Sanguinius, they are willing to give themselves to you, why don't you dare to give yourself to them?
You should blend yourself into that sea of people and never see yourself again.
Let faith reshape you.
[Strengthen your loyalty as a human being and stick to your original soul - this is the only way we can survive in this hell without loss. I ask you to lose a lot, we lose a lot, and those we give up will be exchanged for our last The dignity of being a human being. 】
【We are human beings. 】
Sanguinius said with a slight trembling, as if these words had drained all his strength away,
[The God-Emperor is above. He has given us the power to be born pure and free. We are human beings and we should not be slaves. 】
[Those who are blasphemous, those who are frantic, those who whisper low and earnestly beside our tired souls, they want us to abandon our purity, they want us to become demons - to become their slaves. 】
Sanguinius paused for a moment, his wings seeming to burn in the rising sun,
【No,】
The archangel said firmly,
[No, I look at each of you, every human who comes to Baal, and I see your souls shining. I cannot... I cannot tolerate the degradation of seeing your shining white souls. 】
[I see that no human soul, whether poor or noble, sane or crazy, complete or incomplete, cannot accept the truth after the fall, which is an evil that cannot be imagined by the limit of thought. 】
The Archangel was silent, his tears sparkling,
【But I can't be cruel...】
He murmured softly,
【So, I ask you,】
Sanguinius said softly, and he said it patiently, as if he was not the archangel. Generally, a person of this status would not say such words to civilians and refugees.
But he is not a man, he is Sanguinius, he is an archangel,
Only the Son of God could be so compassionate, so merciful.
Under the wings of the archangel, the people huddled together thought,
[I ask you to keep yourself pure, keep your loyalty, keep yourselves...arrogant. 】
The archangel's whisper floated down lightly, and like the archangel descending from the strong wind, the strong wind began to dissipate and turned into a gentle breeze.
The toes of the fine gold boots touched the ground silently.
The archangel folded his wings and stared at people gently,
[Whether you can do it or not, whether you stubbornly stick to the pure path, or whether you unfortunately fall, but at this moment, I look at you and your persistence in persisting here, I will send you My most sincere blessing——]
The archangel took a step forward and walked to the edge of the high platform.
[May the God Emperor protect you. 】
When the words fell to the ground, there was deathly silence, complete silence. People stared blankly at the archangel. Their faces were already filled with tears. They felt that there were words stuck in their throats, but they could not make a sound.
Any voice, any oath, was eclipsed at this moment.
The archangel raised his hand and casually wiped away the long-lost tears that had fallen, and a bright smile reappeared on his face.
Azkalon stepped forward and handed the archangel his final spear. The archangel raised the spear.
[Now, in order to ignite the last fire in this hell, and to keep mankind pure forever, I declare that the Second Empire is established today! 】
What responded to him were shouts and oaths from mountains and tsunamis.
The archangel smiled, a smile that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. He tilted his head slightly, and beside him, two other giants stepped out.
But at this moment, everything was eclipsed in front of Sanguinius, who was emitting a halo of golden light.
Leon Jonson pursed his lips tightly. He stepped forward, glanced at Sanguinius without saying a word, and then moved away restrainedly.
His neatly combed blond hair reflected the light, and the lion sword he held in his hand was silent and serious.
The Knight Commander stands on the right side of the Archangel, becoming his most powerful sword.
Konrad Curze hid himself under the hood and shadow. He stood slightly trembling on the left side of Sanguinius, silent, as if completely immersed in his own world.
But at least he didn't have another seizure.
The Judge stands on the left side of the Archangel, serving as his most severe scale.
Under the aura of the archangel, this unreliable and shaky triangle seemed to have a stable outline.
They will continue to falter and struggle to survive.
the other side,
[Mortarion, your wings are squeezing me. 】
Angron, who was responding to the cheers of the people, winked at Mortarion. The Pale Lord made no response on the surface.
Then Guilliman felt in horror that something huge seemed to be moving behind him, like some kind of insect. Angron beside him stumbled without a trace,
【Hey! 】
Angron exclaimed softly,
【Quiet--】
Guilliman whispered, "Thank you, Emperor, for the shouts of celebration that drowned out the whispers of the Provisional Government.
[Oh my god - at least give me some face to deal with this political situation, okay? 】
Guilliman whispered, desperately aware that none of the two Primarchs present except him had any political awareness of such a politically significant scene.
And now, the three of them are back to back - just to cover up Mortarion's damn big wings!
Your Majesty!
No more, great!
(End of chapter)
