Chapter 446 The Coronation of the Warmaster
Roger Dorn stood on the hill tower surrounding the Triumph Square, overlooking the square plain in front of him.
If you think of the nested central square as a canopy of lush trees, then the wide parade avenue is the backbone of this man-made plain, connected all the way from the airborne platform at the far end, connecting the golden square Interconnected with landing transfer station. Along the way, there are statues of guards holding golden swords standing opposite each other, separated from the pillars and false porches, watching the legion's parade and march.
On the outside of the avenue, tens of thousands of armored vehicles and hundreds of Titans overlook all living beings. This is the steel proof left by the victory of the war.
The square itself is made of smooth white granite at no cost to accommodate the Primarchs and their troops.
Roger Dorn adopted a design with all the roofs covered with gold. The large number of straight roads and circular roads do not hesitate to emphasize the grandeur of the large scale, dividing the entire plain area into an orderly and regular geometric pattern, with tall polygonal towers and circular domes. After precise calculation, they are arranged between the slightly shorter golden-roofed barracks, and are decorated with fountains, Astartes statues and legion flags that are moderately arranged to enhance the visual design.
Now, the early morning light has just passed over the hills, and the natural light highlights the high edges of all the buildings, like the golden strokes intentionally added by the sun. The long bell played by the musicians sang melodiously, and tens of thousands of flags were spread out in the wind, with countless coats of arms dancing on the flags.
On the high platform of the square in the center, eleven military emblems are distributed in order on the ground, carved in a long-radius arc, facing the golden seat in the center, waiting for the demigods to take their places one by one. . Under the high platform, the Sisters of Silence silently guarded the final gathering place.
"Dark Angels, Emperor's Children, Iron Warriors, Space Wolves, Your Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, Iron Hands, World Eaters, Ultramarines, Death Guard, Word Bearers, "The clerk said, "Everyone who intends to come to Ullanor has arrived at the Triumph Square."
Roger Dorn nodded slightly, knowing that the military parade was about to begin, he left the tower and returned. Into the Imperial Fists.
At the moment when the sun completely illuminated the entire square, each legion was like a tide of different colors, following the direction of the sun one after another, going deep from the parade avenue, under the gaze of the golden-armored Imperial Guards with upright spears and decorative statues. Enter the square. Millions of mortals, dressed in new clothes that best represented their respective identities, welcomed the legions of Astartes participating in the military parade.
The Memoirs whispered and excitedly told the legends of each legion, and after the parade of their respective legions, some of the Astartes still chose to stand in their respective phalanxes. , some went to find their old friends among their cousins and talk about all they cared about.
Rogal Dorn gave a slight nod to his Primarch Guard Captain, then continued forward, blending in with his brothers.
He saw Leon and Russ reluctantly pouring their Primarch power into each other's handshakes, while Fulgrim smiled briefly at him, his eyes focused mainly on the marching column. Rogal Dorn nodded to the Imperial Phoenix, found Perturabo who was standing alone on the high platform, and stood beside him.
“We told them that Horus was accidentally poisoned during the final battle in Ullanor.” Rogal Dorn said softly, “Leon El’Jonson did not believe it. .”
"No one will believe it. The only thing that can be confirmed is that Horus will return one day and return to us." Perturabo said calmly. They cannot announce the theft of the Shadow Prison and the assassination of the Dark Gods. .
Then, Perturabo saw Sanguinius walking towards them with glorious wings on his back. His white and noble cheeks were lit with a pair of teardrops with ashes, and the ornaments on the wings were replaced with Black and red pendant and thin silver chain.
Sanguinius embraced him and Dorne in a hearty embrace, wrapping his wings around them briefly before letting go.
"I have heard of Horus's injury," Sanguinius said softly and sadly, a deeper concern than the fact they disclosed to the outside world could arouse, lingering in those clear eyes. In his eyes, "Please tell me, is he really unable to wake up? Has any of his descendants... done anything panicked?"
"The Emperor personally diagnosed and treated him, my brother, "Perturabo said forcefully, "Now, he is sleeping in the Emperor's flagship, under strict protection. He will wake up on Terra. That day can be looked forward to. "
Sanguinius closed his eyes, swallowing the worry he was showing. "I believe in your promise, Perturabo."
"And so do you, Rogal Dorn," the archangel turned to Dorn and said, then gently pulled away. Go, go to Fulgrim. The two most beautiful angels in the human empire stood side by side, sharing their thoughts.
Soon after, Ferrus Manus strode over and shook hands with Perturabo crisply, his silver eyes reflecting the appearance of the Lord of Iron. He said nothing but a hello, but his meaning was clearly conveyed in the wordless handshake. After that, he also went to Fulgrim.
When Angron arrived, he simply said: "Is this part of the ceremony?"
"What do you mean?" Roger Dorn, the chief designer of the ceremony, was puzzled. asked.
"Let's say hello to Perturabo first." A warrior's smile appeared on Angron's face. He hugged them and simply stood beside them, lowering his voice: "We can have a chance to see Horu later. "Is that so?"
"He has completely fallen into a coma," Dorn replied, "for safety reasons, the door of his room is guarded by the Imperial Guards."
"You can't convince Waldo?"
"Constantine is not here," Dorn said.
Angron shrugged, the sea of cheers making his sensitive mood very high. He nodded to Kahn in the crowd, grinning, and Kahn shook his head seriously. Dorn guessed whether Angron wanted the legion commander to come too.
Robert Guilliman was as neatly dressed as ever, wearing a leafy laurel wreath and Macraggean-style ceremonial regalia. Perhaps influenced by the previous people, he also came to say hello to Perturabo first and wished the Olympia Star Cluster prosperity and development.
"Your governance of your hometown is also worth learning from," Robert said seriously.
"We all have our own methods," Perturabo answered.
Then, Robert Guilliman looked around, in deep thought, and finally chose to go to Sanguinius and stand with Ferus.
When Leon El'Jonson finished his contest with Russ and came to Sanguinius - because it was far away from Russ, Guilliman's feet were as smooth as a mirror. He moved on the granite, his toes pointed outward unnoticeably. After Fulgrim and Ferrus strolled up to Perturabo, chatting and laughing, Guilliman's smile became a little more forced.
In a rare move, Mortarion removed his respirator and let it hang like an ornament on his chest, revealing his pale and withered face. The respirator and some hanging bottles and cans collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
"Perturabo," his expression was a little tense, maybe this was the disadvantage of suddenly revealing the face that had been hidden under the half-face mask all year round. "I didn't see Magnus and Horus."
"Magnus was on Terra, he couldn't get there in time; Horus - you know he was poisoned, Mortari "An."
"But I believe in his speed in finding shortcuts in the subspace..." Mortarion murmured softly, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "If he is injured by poison, Horus Do you need my help?"
"He has been treated and all he needs is rest. You can trust the Emperor's decision, my brother," Perturabo said calmly, looking directly at Morta. Ryan's amber yellow eyes.
Mortarion left with peace of mind, and turned sideways when the lonely Russ tried to approach him, staring at the high platform covered with steel, waiting for the Emperor to appear.
Logar Aurelion still came to say hello to Perturabo first, even though they had only met each other in the early morning. Perturabo noticed that the bearer of the truth had just washed his hands carefully, and perhaps believers always had many unique habits.
After he arrived, a trombone suddenly sounded from the high platform, and the sound swept through the entire Triumph Square, and the whole place fell into solemn silence.
The Primarchs walked onto the stage one after another and stood where their respective military emblems were engraved.
On the high platform, two Imperial Guards and two Silent Sisters appeared respectively, standing next to the Golden Seat. Later, the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador personally walked up to the high platform holding a large gilded acacia wood box. The box was decorated with the Empire's eagle emblem and a pair of angels with intertwined wings.
When the Lord of Mankind appeared, the entire Triumph Square was plunged into a wave of celebratory cheers. The powerful brilliance of power took away everyone's spirit and perception, and the penetrating power baptized the distracting thoughts of all living beings in the shock of rumbling bells. Go, thousands of souls are awed by the only Lord of Lords, looking up at this eternal and dazzling light.
The Emperor, shrouded in majestic golden light, sat in a huge golden throne on a high platform, overlooking his people.
Then, he raised his hand slightly, and the square fell silent for an instant.
"My sons, to this day, you have seen the end of this two-hundred-year long expedition. We have gone through wind and frost, walked through thorns, and defeated the enemy invaders before we ushered in today's great victory. You, people. We are all the pillars of the empire. Your wisdom and courage have enabled us to overcome many dangers. The war is about to end and the country is at peace. I am very relieved.
"Since the history of our empire, we have never had such a glorious record. , and has never had such a solid foundation. The prosperity of our country depends on your loyalty. Your names will be engraved in the long scrolls of history, and your achievements will be praised by future generations.
"However, now I will return to Terra. The fate of the armies of this empire must be entrusted to the best among you. I hope that they can uphold justice, implement benevolent government, and lead the light. I know that you are all loyal and brave. Gentlemen, this is an extraordinary burden to bear: you need to use wisdom as a lamp, courage as a shield, as strong as steel, as unmovable as a rock.
“Now I ask you: Who is willing to stand up. Go out and shoulder the important responsibility of leadership? Who can stand here, show extraordinary intelligence and courage, take my military orders, and control the fate of all the armies?
"The enemies from all directions have not escaped and are waiting for the opportunity to disturb our peace and destroy the prosperity of the country. We still need to keep watch. Do not slack off and be vigilant.
" I only wish God bless mankind and enable all living beings to enjoy eternal peace. May the light remain forever and the Tianchuan be peaceful. "The venue was still silent, and then Lorgar Aurelion stepped forward. His white robe was like light, his golden skin was shining, and his voice was loud.
"I came here not to ask for this honor, but to recommend the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo of Olympia. This is the commander of the ever-victorious army, the king of an ideal country, and he has experienced many battles. He has never been victorious, and no one is dissatisfied wherever he goes. His illustrious military achievements are always with him, and the people's well-being depends on his wisdom.
"He enforces the law with a fair hand and treats the people with kindness, which is deeply won by the hearts of the people." He has a great heart and always thinks of the well-being of the empire. With decisive decision-making and broad vision, he can strategize in complicated situations and resolve crises. Its army has strict discipline, high morale, and is invincible, making it the mainstay of the empire.
"If we are led by this person, we will be able to continue to shine in all directions and protect the holy territory. I hope that everyone will take me as a lesson, recognize Perturabo's outstanding talents, and recommend him as our leader."
The emperor's gaze swept over everyone one by one: "Is there anyone else who has an opinion?"
Unexpectedly, Leon El'Jonson was the second to come forward and asked the emperor Leaning forward, his voice was as deep as thunder.
"Among all the people present, only Peturabo's prestige can convince everyone and make us all respect his orders. At this critical moment, only the one whom everyone hopes to return can stabilize the situation and unite the troops. I hope you will join us in this grand event and support him. "For our leader."
Dorn noticed that Perturabo was looking at the two brothers who came forward. The Iron Lord's expression became increasingly calm and difficult to distinguish. Only those who are most familiar with and close to him can. I noticed that there seemed to be an unspeakable hidden worry in it.
The third person to speak was Archangel Sanguinius. His voice made millions of people feel like a gentle breeze, immersed in its elegance and holiness.
“Although I don’t know Perturabo that well, I am certain of one thing—no matter where I am, I can always hear good things about him. Whether it is soldiers or civilians, when it comes to Perturabo, Turabo, there is no shortage of praise. His political achievements are obvious to all, and his leadership is well-known.
“You can see that I am not here to promote my closest friends. I'm here to recommend a truly capable person. I have seen his political achievements and heard praises from others, which is enough for me to trust him. He is a good man of action, and now, among the brothers here, I am convinced that Perturabo is the most suitable man. ”
After speaking, Sanguinius smiled and bowed to the Emperor, his bright eyes looking sincerely at the Lord of Mankind on the golden throne.
The Emperor's eyes were fixed on Perturabo.
The Lord of Iron stepped forward, putting away any unnecessary emotions, with only iron solemnity remaining on his face.
He bowed to the emperor: "I am deeply honored by your love. I will bear this recommendation in mind. This important task is no small one, but if I receive this honor, I will shoulder this responsibility and do my best. I will never betray your trust."
The Emperor stood up from the throne and spoke slowly: "Perturabo, I am fully aware of your loyalty and talent. Since there are many recommendations, I also believe that you are the best choice for this important task. However, major affairs of the country require the consensus of everyone before they can be implemented. ”
He paused, glanced at everyone, and said in a sonorous voice: "Now I ask you, who else has any objections? If you have any objections, please speak up quickly. If not, I will appoint Perturabo to be the commander of the army. Warmaster, lead the troops and are ordered to control this world."
The emperor's voice echoed in the square. Everyone was silent for a moment, looking at each other, as if waiting for who would speak first.
Roger Dorn was the first to kneel down on one knee and solemnly said: "I am willing to follow his leadership and protect the empire together."
Subsequently, more people followed the instructions around them. Regardless of the size of the open space, they knelt down or bowed, and performed the Eagle Salute at the same time, supporting in unison: "We have no objection!"
The emperor nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Since everyone has No objections, I officially appoint Perturabo as War Commander, I hope you will live up to everyone's expectations."
Malcador walked over to the Emperor, who opened the wooden box and took out a golden laurel wreath.
It is simple in shape and shines solemnly under the brilliant golden light. In ancient times when human civilization was still young, people used to pay tribute to their leaders with wreaths or branches. As time goes by, Laurel has witnessed the development and glory of human history, and has carried countless legends and glory.
Now, the Emperor presents it to the next Commander of the greatest army ever seen in the galaxy.
Perturabo knelt on one knee in front of the emperor. The great emperor gently placed the laurel wreath on Perturabo's head, then stretched out his hand to help Perturabo up.
“I trust you,” said the Emperor, “my son, my Warmaster.”
Perturabo stood up, and the millions of soldiers felt as if they had only just now seen the true face of the Lord of Iron: a faint radiance surrounded him, strengthening every solid outline of his body, which was like stone and iron, indestructible. The very existence of the Lord of Iron is an insurmountable barrier, inspiring awe and trust.
"I swear by this crown that I will live up to my mission." Perturabo swore.
In the crowd, a loud shout suddenly sounded from somewhere.
“Warmaster!”
In an instant, the shouts rose up to the sky.
"Warmaster! Warmaster! Warmaster!"
A smile appeared on the Emperor's face, and Perturabo responded with firm solemnity.
Countless pens were scratching on the data pad and parchment, and the Iron Warriors' flag was raised on the tower, fluttering in the wind. From this moment on, countless legends and songs will spread throughout the galaxy, and along with the brilliance of the Star Torch, they will shine brightly in future history.
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Logar Aurelion dismissed Lajak, the newly appointed chief priest of Harhabat, and walked alone into the deserted Wandering Temple late at night.
Today's glorious scene was still surging in his heart. As he walked slowly on the long red carpet, his mood gradually returned to tranquility. This will be helpful for subsequent meditation and introspection.
He lit the candles in the sanctuary, then washed his hands with water and picked up the whip. Then, he took off his outer robe, knelt down before the Emperor's icon, lowered his head, and waved his whip.
The whip, which was made up of multiple leather strips with small metal balls attached to the ends, hit his back. He trembled and spared no effort to feel the pain of the whipping.
"I repent of my faults, my blindness and stupidity, my flattery, and my mistrust of others," he murmured.
"Horus Luperkar, I wish for you to be healed and healed. Have mercy on me according to your mercy, O Emperor, and blot out my transgressions according to your abundant mercy."
As he did every day, he first whipped himself thirteen times. Because Warmaster Perturabo was crowned today, he whipped him three more times for father, son and spirit.
Then he bent down to pray and meditate.
After a long time, he stood up slowly, put on his robe again, washed his bloody hands with water again, put down the long whip, and picked up a simple straight short knife.
He walked behind the altar, opened a wooden door, lit a small lamp, and stepped into the dark space behind.
In the punishment room, the former chief priest Erebus was fixed on the wooden frame. He was awakened by the footsteps of Lorgar, with panic in his cloudy eyes.
Lorgar hung the lantern on the stand, and the light illuminated Erebus's form. His arms had been severed, and his legs were nailed together like the tail of a snake. In his mouth, which has lost its lips and most of its teeth, a tongue that has been cut into snake letters is looming.
“‘The snake is the most cunning of all the beasts He created.’ It is with such cunning means that you deceive your fellow countrymen, seduce innocent people, and lead them to the path of sin. . You also used this clever trick to deceive me, thinking that I still couldn't see your ambition clearly, and intended to make me fall into further sin. "You will be cursed because you have done this."
The man who held the truth grazed the blade with his newly washed fingers, stared at the prisoner in front of him, and sighed: "How much pain will you need to pay for your sin?"
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