The black stone is stained with sacred blood.
The roar and roar from the highest heaven echoed throughout the galaxy.
The wave of flesh and blood and golden light swallowed up almost everyone at this moment.
The torrent of time is fading.
The dazzling light is dissipating.
The one-armed majestic figure has disappeared without a trace.
However, hope remains.
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[Battle status report. 】
[Remaining mortal auxiliary army: 8888. 】
[Remaining Space Marines: 888. 】
[Remaining Titans: 8 (war dog level all destroyed). 】
[Remaining warships: 13 (including the Resolute Resolve)]
[The Mechanicum Expeditionary Force: Totally destroyed. 】
[Primarch status: unknown. 】
"…Is this all?"
"That's all."
Looking at the brutal battle report displayed on the data board, the Lord of Humanity frowned.
He had expected this moment since the daughter returned.
Casualties are inevitable.
"However... such a tragic battle situation will undoubtedly affect the progress of the Great Expedition?"
The palm-printer spoke slowly.
"They have sailed out from the rapid and desperate channel... You can't ask for more, my old friend. Just like the fledglings that have just learned to fly, they still need the protection of their mother before their hunting and survival officially begins."
Needless to say, Malcador knew too much about the Emperor's thoughts.
In fact, the inner suffering endured by this taciturn lord of mankind was far heavier than the suffering of any war in the Great Crusade. In his great vision, he created those twenty-one god-like descendants, But they had to watch their children suffer endless suffering because of the enemy called [Time]. Even though they already knew that these children would die one day, before the necessary war and conquest ended, their pace But we can only move forward.
"Their sacrifice and war are of unparalleled value."
"Nevertheless, the Great Crusade must move forward."
The Emperor sighed softly, melancholy and pain replaced by determination on his ordinary face.
As the strongest psyker, he could clearly feel the countless souls lost in the war in the subspace, and he could also clearly feel the hysteria of his daughter as she resisted fate.
The Twelfth Legion was indeed victorious, and the ancient warp storms within the Maelstrom had receded under the influence of the war.
Under the will of the 'Blood 13' expedition fleet condensed into a sharp spear tip, the Blood God... left a drop of blood.
The Emperor heard His angry roar of joy, and also felt that the chaotic color from the highest heaven in the real universe was constantly fading away - the suffering of the human race spreading throughout the galaxy, the heavy burden carried on the shoulders of the Lord of Mankind, It finally eased a little at this moment.
However... no matter how brilliant the results were, it still could not change the fact of a tragic victory.
Today's Twelfth Legion has suffered unprecedented heavy losses.
The whereabouts and condition of the Primarch are unknown, and most of the logistics and supplies have been consumed in an unimaginably cruel war.
Even in the star sectors they occupied, most of the worlds had fallen into an unprecedented emptiness due to the large number of conscriptions in a short period of time.
An entire generation on Nuceria was burned in the flames of the war.
It can be said that although their war paved the way for the conquest of the Maelstrom, the Children of the Mountains have lost the qualifications to go to the Great Crusade in a short period of time.
"Yes. The Great Crusade must move forward."
"Then you must see this, my old friend."
Malcador seemed to recall something, and slowly handed the data pad in his hand to the emperor.
The Lord of Mankind took the data tablet, his already frowning brows becoming more tangled.
Cold High Gothic words paired with exquisite images describe an unprecedentedly perfect city, and the Word Bearers seal at the suffix symbolizes who its conquerors were.
The most conspicuous among them is the extremely low advancement efficiency compared with other legions.
Its name is [Perfect City].
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The broken Queen of Glory rested in the sky above Nuceria. The red sand in the sky cast a layer of scarlet mist on its broken black stone corners.
silence.
Endless silence.
In Nuceria's no longer prosperous capital, the Twelfth Legion was marching in silence.
Thousands of mortal auxiliaries marched slowly along with the no longer majestic torrent of armor, and several majestic and bruised War Titans accompanied them.
There are only a few hundred Space Marines left walking heavily, and they are still wearing dilapidated power armor, which symbolizes the past of the Sons of the Mountains in resisting fate in the realm of the highest heaven.
There was no respect from mortals, no cheers and blessings...
No sight from the Legion Master.
An indescribable silence filled the parade.
After the endless war in the subspace, the time of the real universe has passed quietly for decades - during this period, all the worlds under the control of the Twelfth Legion have been affected by its long The war mobilization almost exhausted most of the resources.
Even Salem's huge forging world, which was burning with industrial fire all day long, was once shut down due to excessive shortage of raw materials.
It was not until the Sons of the Mountain's broken fleet returned from the Warp that this vast and exhausted war machine could finally rest.
Kahn's cold eyes stared at the military parade in front of him, with former legion commander Greer beside him.
They were the only senior members of the legion left after that war.
[I thought I would die there. 】
Kahn's inner voice suddenly sounded, revealing endless melancholy.
Greer glanced at the chain ax held by the Bloodfinger. It was Elaine's other chain ax, the 'Blood Son'.
When they returned, the Primarch's weapon appeared beside Kahn at some unknown time.
Everyone in the Sons of the Mountains believes that this is the token left by Elaine.
[Obviously, mother’s will is very biased towards you. 】
[...I would rather not want this kind of favoritism. 】
Kahn tightened his grip on the chain axe.
This one-handed ax from the Primarch was so huge that Karn even had to hold it as a two-handed axe.
[Ever since I witnessed the distorted future of 'Kahn the Betrayer', I truly understood the greatness of my mother... and the price of that greatness. 】
【…Yes, who is not? ——I never thought that my loyalty might lead to a meaningless death...]
Greer sighed.
In that brief and eternal time, every child of the mountains received a vision of the future in the vast sea of Elaine's heart.
Originating from the desperate future described in the cursed knowledge, the endless illusions that the young Primarch fell into.
This pain is present from the beginning, at the end of every son of the mountains' destiny.
【Mother is no longer with us. 】
[Only time can give the answer. 】
Kahn's sight penetrated the parade and went straight to the dilapidated Queen of Glory battleship in space.
The once shining hull was already covered in scars, just like the parade team in front of them that was no longer glorious.
Yes, the former glory of the Sons of the Mountains no longer exists, not just all the lives lost in that cruel war...
And their legion leader, the mother of genes, also disappeared in the light that swallowed everything.
The broken fleet of the Twelfth Legion returned to the material universe at some point.
It wasn't until everyone's consciousness returned that they realized that the war had been won.
The good news is that the Glory Queen-class battleship Resolute, which represents the flagship of the Twelfth Legion, has returned to reality, and most of her hull, except for the black stone collision angle, is still intact.
The bad news is that the Primarch Elaine, who represents the soul of the Twelfth Legion, has disappeared. Although the vast majority of Astartes believe that she is only temporarily missing, the telepathy between the Legions has not been cut off... but This is still not optimistic.
Most of the resources have been consumed in this cruel war. Although the warp storm of the Maelstrom has subsided, the Twelfth Legion has absolutely no troops at its disposal.
Nowadays, the Son of the Mountains has almost lost the ability to march into the stars.
Even relying on the biological and medical technology left by Elaine, facing many worlds that have been squeezed out of the war to the point where their personnel are almost gone, the replenishment of Astartes and auxiliary forces is still not optimistic.
They can only lick their wounds in silence and accumulate strength in anger.
Until the Lord of the Red Sand returns again.
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pain.
Elaine hasn't had this personal feeling for a long time.
As early as the conquest of Nuceria, almost no warrior could withstand the cavalry of the Lady of Winter, and any enemy was vulnerable to the power of the Primarch.
Even during the Great Crusade back to the stars, she fought undefeated, and no small alien or blasphemous being could stand in her way.
Until she faced another Primarch, the Daemon Primarch Angron from distant time and space, and eight crazy and bloodthirsty Khorne Daemons.
In that crazy and hysterical fight, she suffered numerous fatal injuries.
But it wasn't enough to cause her any pain.
Until he turned his will into a sharp blade and really rushed towards the figure on the skull throne.
The sleeping consciousness regrouped under the stimulation of severe pain.
Elaine reluctantly opened her eyes, her pale golden pupils filled with confusion.
An extremely unfamiliar sight slowly came into view: luxurious marble, endless crowds of people, and a towering church.
"...Where am I?"
After getting up with difficulty, Elaine was a little confused.
Nothing before her eyes had anything to do with the brass fortresses and bloody battlefields of Khorne.
Only the vague sharp pain in her empty right arm still reminded her: her war with Khorne was not over yet.
When the 'Steady Determination' crashed into the Khorne Fortress at full speed, Elaine was already determined to die, turning her will and resistance into sharp blades to pierce through the destined tragic fate.
But... when he opened his eyes again from the darkness, it was not a celebration of the reunion of his children, nor was it the terrifying whisper of the evil god.
Everything now makes Elaine extremely confused.
She dragged her tired body slowly out of the dim alley and came to the streets filled with various priests and nuns.
For a Christian, this is a perfect city.
Every church in the city is singing hymns in an endless stream, as if the whole city is chanting the hymns of the gods.
Under the warm sunlight, the Primarch's thick armor covered with blood and scars reflected a scarlet luster, instantly attracting the crowd's attention and exclamations.
"Oh my god...that's an angel..."
"But angels have never been female..."
"But with that majestic figure, sacred armor... and incomparably sacred blood, she must have experienced unimaginable holy wars."
"No - she is taller than an angel, and her existence must be extremely sacred..."
"Praise the God Emperor!"
"Praise the God Emperor!"
After the crowd whispered, they began to praise and pray to Elaine under the exclamation of a certain fanatic believer. The appearance of this giant seemed like a rare miracle.
Elaine looked at the crowd that had gathered around him in confusion.
In her field of vision, there are sincere gazes and flames of faith from believers everywhere.
She understood these High Gothic words, but the overly religious atmosphere puzzled her.
Could it be that I have returned to the real universe...?
Elaine's meticulous thoughts quickly searched for the answer. The peace and tranquility of this world were extremely inconsistent with the war among the stars. Moreover, for this religious atmosphere that was familiar to Nuceria, it seemed that there was only the third one in the entire empire. The world captured by the Seventeenth Legion is consistent with it...
Suddenly, a contrived voice brought her consciousness back, and inexplicable disgust and hatred came to her mind at this moment.
"Oh...my God, how holy, how great..."
"A Primarch actually came to the Perfect City, hahaha..."
"He once said: If a god comes to you, then you must worship him."
As the crowd dispersed by this high-pitched voice that pretended to be sacred, an Astartes singing the Holy Word appeared in Elaine's field of vision.
The dark gray MK2 type power armor covered with sacred incantations symbolizes his identity, which is the characteristic of the 17th Legion - the Word Bearers.
The bald head covered with incantations and the funny and cunning face outline a hint of sinisterness.
"It seems that the words descended by the distant scarlet shadow are correct. We have received the blessing of the Throne of Blood..."
"The mother of genes from the Twelfth Legion, the saint from the snowy peaks, the most gentle mother of the legions among the many great primarchs..."
"Your Highness Angron Elaine, welcome to the Perfect City."
Elaine frowned.
She slowly clenched her fists, and slowly activated her power fists under the horrified gazes of the surrounding believers. Her decomposition stance shone brightly under her cold face.
The disgust and hatred that had just emerged inexplicably in my heart found its answer at this moment.
She knew the identity of the Word Bearer before her.
Chief Priest - Erebus.
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