Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1045 - Chapter 1042 Open the door

Other primarchs did not take the initiative, such as Curze, who was grabbed by Fulgrim and Sanguinius with one hand each and pressed against the door. The warmth from his two hands made Cozz feel extremely uncomfortable. After struggling to no avail, he chose to give up, with a complicated expression on his drooping face.

Angron also put his hand on the door. He wanted to leave quickly and find a quiet place to relax.

Mortalion looked confused, like a puppet following his instructions.

The door didn’t seem so heavy anymore, and the emperor, who was as big as a mortal, felt a little emotional in his heart, and felt that his eyes were a little moist for no reason, but not to the point of crying.

Although it is not perfect, it is good enough. Even if tomorrow is the end, the emperor feels that he will face it with relief.

The door opened a gap, and golden light came over it. The emperor squinted his eyes and heard some sounds from behind.

Looking back, I found that the light that passed through the door gap fell on the throne. The empty seat was scattered with tiny specks of dust, forming the outline of an old friend of the emperor.

“Makado?”

The Emperor’s lips trembled, unable to say anything. His thoughts suddenly returned to a long time ago. Before the emperor could say anything else, he was surrounded by the original bodies and squeezed out.

Odemair, who had escaped from the throne’s data sea, stood on the side of the throne and watched the door slowly close. She could clearly see the emperor’s complicated eyes.

It’s so heartbreaking…

Odemair sighed, remembering his father’s comments about the Emperor.

“After all the veils are taken away, the person sitting on the throne is just a stupid boy.”

Odemair stretched and continued to adjust the throne.

Outside the throne room, the kneeling Imperial Guards and Space Marines raised their heads. They saw the Emperor and the Primarchs standing behind the Emperor.

The Custodes only cared about their king, and they were all excited to see the Emperor walking among men again.

The Space Marines paid more attention, especially Bjorn, an old warrior who had been active since the Great Crusade. His broken body sealed in the Dreadnought sarcophagus shed tears, and his vision gradually blurred as he saw the distant and glorious Great Crusade. Early days. At this moment, Bjorn forgot all hatred and just wanted to remember this scene in his heart and never forget it.

No cheers, no applause.

In the calm, the human empire has ushered in a new stage. They will sweep away the decay and decadence of the past, and use their last vestige of strength to guard the hard-won fire of hope.

After his brief appearance, the Emperor returned to the throne room, with much work to be done. In addition to the 50-year preparation period mentioned by Tzeentch, the recovery and reconstruction of Terra and Mars, the solution to the original body and its legions… these are all issues that urgently need to be solved. Under the huge shadow of the end of the galaxy, Countless undercurrents are surging.

Under the Emperor’s orders, the Primarchs who were willing to serve him dispersed. Dorn chose to stay on Terra. He wanted to rebuild Terra, organize the Imperial Fists and Terra’s mortal army to rescue survivors from the ruins and pacify the civilians.

Jaghatai led the White Scars and the Expeditionary Force fleet to patrol the void of Cadia, capturing or destroying those remaining enemies who had the chance to escape.

Corax returned to the Raven Guard. He first affirmed the work of Chapter Master Colvin, and then said that he wanted to return to the Redemption Star. Even after so long, he still could not forget the man who gave him Many warm hometowns.

Guilliman was sent back by the Laughing God Sile Plateau, and he returned to Macragge in a state of turmoil. As soon as my butt touched the familiar seat, I heard the cry of self-blame from the Ultramarines. Guilliman sternly stopped the Ultramarines’ weakness, then his face changed, and he gently announced the Emperor’s return to everyone. Compared to the silent and autistic Emperor, Guilliman is better at using propaganda to inspire people.

The Ultramarines were silent at first after hearing the news, and then asked Guilliman questions again and again with trembling voices. Guilliman patiently answered the Ultramarines’ questions, and announced to pent-up surprise and cheers that Macragge would deliver the good news, and all citizens would receive material rewards and a day’s rest.

“When the Emperor sat on his throne, we designated that day as the Feast of the Emperor’s Ascension. Now that the Emperor has returned to us, we designate this day as the Feast of the Return of the Emperor! Celebrate! Citizens of the Imperium! The Light of Mankind The future is at hand!” Guilliman’s preaching spread around Macragge, and the entire Ultramar sector was plunged into a wave of celebration in the following days.

After finishing all the publicity, Guilliman returned to his room. He withdrew all joy and stared at the beautiful fireworks rising in the distance with a complicated expression. He doesn’t think it’s a wise decision to let most people know about the end of the galaxy. Some secrets can only operate in the shadows. At least for them, the war has been won, which is enough. The next work should be completed by the original bodies known as demigods. After all, with greater ability comes greater responsibility.

Of course, Guilliman was not the only primarch who was good at politics. After Perturabo calmed down, he was similar to Guilliman in many aspects, so he also knew the importance of propaganda to boost morale.

After regaining consciousness, Perturabo returned to Cadia, where he led some of the Lamenters and the Iron Warriors who were willing to follow him. Once back in Cadian, Perturabo brought good news to everyone. Compared to Guilliman’s preaching, Perturabo’s preaching emphasized the connection between sacrifice and victory.

The soldiers lying in the trench were silent. Among them were the expeditionary force with elite equipment, and the Cadian Guards who fought desperately with laser guns. After Tzeentch completed his sublimation through a series of means, there was no fighting here. The excessive tranquility made the soldiers feel uneasy. Some soldiers who had fought for several months without a good rest were discouraged in the silence, as if they were overstretched. Tight and deformed like loose threads.

Perturabo’s voice floated from afar, clearly visible on the quiet battlefield, and the soldiers listened carefully.

“Fighters, after shedding so much blood and making so many sacrifices and efforts, the enemy’s offensive was dismantled by us. Now is a time worth celebrating victory…”

“Yeah…” Some soldiers simply cheered while holding their guns. They became a little numb in the battle. Those political commissars known for their fanaticism ignored the behavior of these soldiers because their hearts also felt deeply tired. After all, they are still human.

“But…victory is not the most worthy of cheering for us. All warriors should be proud of themselves. Because of your sacrifice and efforts, the Emperor can rise from the throne. He will once again lead all mankind. We Will win the final victory.”