Chapter 319 The Rise of the Primarch: The Emperor

"Report to the dean that the operation is going well to control the military camp! The high lords are finished!"

De O'Neill's voice echoed inside and outside the loudspeaker of the communication equipment. The operator sitting in front of the communication terminal was wearing headphones. He turned the knob on the communication instrument in front of him. Soon Cullen's voice was heard among the noise of the battlefield. It was corrected and became clear and loud.

That loud voice echoed in the Operation Command Headquarters. This is the command team training camp for Zhongsi students. It was used to conduct simulated battlefield command and emergency response training for future commanders who will command students. However, although it is training The battalion is fully equipped, including tactical map tables, holographic projection panels, and complex battlefield communication equipment surrounding it.

Lieutenant Charles turned her head and looked in the direction of the communication terminal behind her. She never thought that since this place could one day be used in a real military operation, it would not be the students of the Command Academy who were simulating the house here and brainstorming various things. A variety of fierce battles, but a real military command.

But I have to say that everyone who stayed in the academy and did not directly go to the city with guns and armored vehicles to charge into the position of the command academy has done a good job. The communication group, battlefield coordination group and military map group all carried out the work in an orderly and orderly manner. Do your own work.

They surrounded the central tactical map table where Ciel was, and performed their duties in the clearly classified work areas around them. Orders and the latest situation information were continuously transmitted, accompanied by the clicking of the mechanical keyboard. With a loud voice, the latest battlefield information was updated on the tactical map in front of Charles.

He looked at the CNC desktop in front of him. The palace map on it was flashing with red dots. The arrows with different numbers represented each group. According to the summary, they did a pretty good job. All of them The team is advancing the front in an orderly manner.

"This is the Stormtrooper team. We have taken control of the TV tower. The other teams have disarmed the high-level weapons positions of the palace. Some people are injured, but no one is dead, both our people and the people on the opposite side."

The communication audio sounded again in the communication channel. After listening, Charles nodded to the officer in charge of the map beside him. The latter also nodded lightly and immediately touched the far end of the map with the long pole in his hand. Along with that With the click of the long touch sensor pole, several target red circles on the military map turned into flashing Sky Eagle logos.

Charles patted the officer on the shoulder. The latter nodded slightly and continued his work with the students around him. Charles walked around behind them and walked to the other end of the tactical map, to the edge of the long table. Dean Nassimov was sitting on a chair, holding his chin in his hands and looking at the tactical table in front of him.

His face was illuminated by the countless signal marks on the map, the tactical nodes and the light emitted by the forward arrows. Lieutenant Charles walked to the dean, stood at attention, saluted, and then looked at the huge military around him. On the map, the marching arrows displayed in real time continued to shoot straight towards the vital point like bullets.

"All teams are making good progress, Dean. In less than half an hour, we will be able to capture all the outer positions of the Parliament Building."

"How is the communication within the parliament? Have they sent any signals to the outside world?" Nasimov asked and looked at the parliament icon on the far side of the map. There were countless red dots flashing around the building that occupied a large area in the corner of the palace. It looked like a lone bison cornered by wolves.

"No, there is no signal at all. Just like the judge said, the entire parliament's communications have been cut off. And not only that, when the left wing troops attacked, they found that the military camp on the side of the parliament did not seem to be moving. It was as if the people inside suddenly It’s like they’re all dead.”

Charles said as he looked at the dead military camp. There was no sign of commando occupation there. However, according to the reports from the frontline troops, they thought that the enemy there would launch a large-scale counterattack. But in fact, there was no movement at all there. No, the entire military camp was dead silent, like a tomb.

That place made Charles feel very uncomfortable. He quietly looked at Heinrich not far away. The inquisitor was standing behind a group of operators with his hands behind his back, looking at the ticking instruments in front of him. Charles squinted slightly. Looking at the bolter Heinrich wore on his waist, he was the only one with a weapon here. Even if Ciel asked him to hand over his weapon like everyone else, he clearly refused. This made Ciel always have a feeling. An ominous feeling, like having a shadowy wolf staring at your back.

"Our "allies" of the Inquisition and Assassins are clearly hiding a lot from us, sir, and they are doing something secretly unknown."

Nassimov also glanced in the direction of Heinrich, but he just looked at the tribunal in silence for a moment, and then looked back at the map as if nothing had happened, "At least they did what they promised, and they also It’s not causing trouble for us, so let’s pay attention to our own problems first.”

"There, ask Cullen what's going on with his team? Why did the action arrow stop?" Nasimov pointed to a red arrow at the edge of the map. The arrow seemed to have hit an invisible iron wall. Completely motionless.

Charles stared at that place for a moment, then strode to the side. He took the phone from an officer who had already prepared to pick up the phone and handed it to him. Charles stood by the table with one hand on the table. on the other hand, holding the red front phone.

"Hello, is this the Dean of the Kulun Artillery Academy? This is Adjutant Charles, and Dean Nakhimov wants to know what's going on over there."

"We've run into a little trouble." On the other end of the phone, Dean Kulun, holding the microphone, sat behind an armored vehicle. A bullet whizzed past him, and the roaring bullet bounced off the armored vehicle, smashing a beautiful statue on the roadside not far away.

Dean Kulun held the phone, and he leaned forward slightly. Across the street from the chaos was the stairs of the Parliament Building. At the end of the stairs outside the magnificent High Lord's Palace was a solid position, a concrete bunker, a position built with stacked sandbags and a mobile explosion-proof shield wall that blocked the street, and behind it, the palace guards were firing fiercely at this side.

The whistling barrage of bullets roared towards this side of the street. The light bullets and physical bullets hit Kulun's commando team in the roar of countless long and short guns, and he could only hide behind the armored vehicle and look at the battlefield in front of him.

"Is the problem serious? The dean asked if you can handle it?" Charles asked on the other end of the phone. Kulun leaned behind the wheel of the armored car. The turret on the armored car behind him turned around, and the automatic gun fired continuously at the end of the street. One after another, the golden copper small-caliber shells fell to the ground from the turret ejection window.

Kulun's eyes went from the edge of the armored car to the suppressed infantry in front. They were squatting or lying on the street lights, stone pillars and fountains on both sides of the gorgeous street with guns, firing at the front. Outside the fountain, a wounded man who was knocked down was struggling to retreat to the bunker behind the fountain under the drag behind him. He screamed, and blood was dragged out from under him.

"Yes, tell the dean not to worry, we will take over Parliament Street." Cullen hung up the phone and handed the walkie-talkie to an infantryman squatting with him. Cullen stood up and roared at the armored vehicle parked behind him with his gun.

"Silva! Get your men to move! Take out the firepower point on the opposite side! If you take it down, your lateness will be written off!"

"Yes, dean!" Silva lay on the ground beside the armored vehicle. He smiled at the dean and waved his arms to the armor-piercing gun on the side at Toulouse and others behind him, "Take off the gun! Kill those bastards on the opposite side so we don't have to stay in confinement!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Silva said and got up first. He strode towards the armor-piercing gun towed by the armored vehicle behind him with a gun on his back. His comrades also stood up and rushed to the armored vehicle with him in the hail of bullets. When they arrived, they began to dismantle the armored vehicle with skill.

"Cover them! Everyone, suppress the bastards on the opposite side!" Cullen roared, grabbed his gun, pointed it forward and started shooting. His laser gun kept emitting red light. The infantrymen behind him also rushed out of the armored vehicle, laid on the ground and got into the surrounding bunkers and started firing fiercely at the end of the street.

Everyone around started shooting with all their strength. The commander on the top of the Chimera armored vehicle towing the armor-piercing gun opened the hatch. After the commander got out of the turret, he raised the coaxial explosive machine gun on the turret and pulled the trigger forward. A series of artillery fire was fired forward in the machine gun bursts of varying lengths.

Silva pulled off the pin at the end of the towed gun, and the armor-piercing gun was then pulled out from the side of the armored vehicle under the joint lifting and dragging of the soldiers. Silva immediately followed his comrades, and the whole team of more than a dozen people pulled the armor-piercing gun to the front of the side of the armored vehicle.

The whole class of soldiers put down the armor-piercing gun, and the cannon's bracket leaned against the sides behind them. Almost at the same time, Toulouse stuffed the armor-piercing shell into the gun barrel. He slammed the breech block and tightened the closed barrel with both hands, "Loading completed!"

"Good!" Silva shouted and jumped into the gun shield. He sat in the shooting position and held the trigger. The optical sight on the sight locked a reinforced concrete fortress in front of him, in which there was a multi-barreled laser cannon that was roaring violently. The thing made the commandos unable to raise their heads at all. Several trucks were blown up on the street, but its tyranny ended here.

Silva pulled the trigger, and the armor-piercing gun roared instantly. The shell rotated from the muzzle and shot towards the roaring bunker. Almost instantly, the penetration part of the armor-piercing shell penetrated the outer wall of the bunker, and the entire bunker was directly blown off the top cover. The exploded wreckage of the laser cannon flew high and then hit the ground in the distance.

"Load! Load!" Silva immediately started to turn the trigger, and the armor-piercing gun began to turn with the sight, and soon locked the next enemy target.

"Loaded!" Toulouse shouted as he pushed the shell hard from behind. Silva fired another shot almost at the moment he closed the breech block. The huge reverse airflow from the brake device directly hit Toulouse's face, blowing his hair into the air.

The shell blew up another bunker, followed by the second and the third. Silva kept turning the muzzle to lock the targets into the sight, and then pulled the trigger one by one to destroy them.

In an instant, the entire enemy position on the opposite side was filled with explosions. The heavy firepower points were blown up by the bombardment of armor-piercing guns. Silva fired five shots in a row, all of which hit all enemy targets. In the explosion, the guard position at the end of the street was blown into chaos. The infantrymen fled everywhere in the flying rubble and steel debris rain, and the defense of the entire position was completely destroyed.

"Yeah! Dean, did you see that? We definitely don't have to stay crouched now!" Silva cheered and stood up first. He looked at the enemy position that exploded in front of him, took off his helmet and waved it. The team members behind him also cheered in the same way. They cheered for the critical hit they had just made.

Cullen stood up with a smile. The enemy's firepower on the opposite side of the street was obviously weakened, and it was completely unable to suppress the attacking forces here. Cullen walked out of the armored vehicle shelter and looked at the street opposite, "Order everyone to prepare to enter. Everyone lie down! Silva, you guys get out of the way!"

Cullen suddenly shouted at Silva in the middle of his words. The shooter who was still cheering looked ahead in surprise. What was the dean surprised about? There should be nothing left on the opposite side after being blown up by him? Except for a Leman Russ? !

At the end of the street, behind the position covered with concrete blocks, a Leman Russ main battle tank drove out. The gray-white tank roared and crushed the gravel on the road. The tall war beast stopped at the end of the parliamentary stairs at the end of the street, and the turret turned around and aimed at Silva and others.

The tank gun roared immediately, and a heavy shell whizzed out of the muzzle and shot at Silva. He looked at the shell spinning with flames and widened his eyes.

"Silva! Lie down!" Cullen shouted from behind the armored vehicle, but it was too late. Neither his voice nor Silva's movements could be faster than a shell that exceeded the speed of sound.

Silva and his comrades looked at the shells that were fired, and the young shooter subconsciously closed his eyes. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't expect that he would die here, in a battle with his own people, instead of in a glorious war with Chaos. This was really shameful. He didn't know how to explain to the Emperor after going up like this.

But Silva was wrong. He didn't need to consider this issue, how the Emperor would view his death, because if he didn't die, he wouldn't need to consider this issue, and the result now was that he was still alive.

Silva heard the explosion of the shells, and he trembled with fear. Wait, can his body still move? In surprise, Silva opened his eyes and saw the golden giant standing in front of him. The tall warrior wearing heavy golden power armor held the huge battle shield in front of him, and the whistling shells hit it. The blasting fire swept through the sides of the golden armored warrior, and he also used his tall body to block the bombardment for Silva and others.

The tall warrior in golden power armor held the shield and swung it violently, instantly shattering the raging fire in front of him. The flames were instantly torn apart and dissipated by the swing of the shield. The tall giant in heavy power armor stood on the street where the gunfire was flying. Silva watched the giant suddenly raise the shield and then slam the end of it on the ground.

The golden shield suddenly smashed the hard ground of the avenue, and the booming sound that was no less than the artillery bombardment echoed on both sides of the street. The golden armored warrior held the shield in one hand and the halberd in the other hand and stood in the middle of the street.

"Silence!" The golden armored warrior roared loudly, and his roar was like thunder that stunned everyone. The soldiers of the commando and the palace guards stopped shooting, and all slowly turned their heads or looked at the golden armored warrior.

Cullen, who was squatting behind the armored vehicle, stood up slowly with his eyes wide open. He looked at the tall golden-armored warrior with an unbelievable look, "Imperial Guard.?"

Everyone, everyone on the entire street looked at the golden-armored imperial guard. The tall imperial guard raised his head slightly. He and several imperial guards who came forward behind him walked onto the street. They used their burly bodies to push away the truck wreckage blocking the street like a rhino. Above their heads, countless servo skulls swooped down from the air. Those servo skulls like a swarm quickly cleaned the entire street. All the wreckage was cleaned up in a short time.

Cullen and the surrounding warriors stood on both sides of the road with guns. They looked at the imperial guard who knocked the truck wreckage to the side of the road and cleared a path in the middle of the avenue. He then stood on the side of the road holding a halberd and a war shield. The other imperial guards around him also stood on both sides of the street holding halberds.

"Everyone, be quiet! The Supreme Marshal is here!" the Imperial Guard said sternly. He and the Imperial Guards on both sides knocked their halberds to the ground. In the heavy sound of the collision, the earth trembled. It was not caused by these warriors, but

Cullen and the surrounding warriors turned their heads to look at the source of the vibration. Everyone stared with wide eyes, witnessing the scene that everyone present would never forget. It was a huge golden wall moving forward. It was the Imperial Guards!

On the street leading to the parliament hall, groups of Imperial Guards marched in formation. Tall golden armored guards walked forward in formation. Hundreds of Imperial Guards wearing heavy power armor stepped on the ground at the same time, like a great earthquake that shook Terra. Believe me, when you see all this, the shock you have experienced is no less than an earthquake.

It was an unprecedented scene. Hundreds of imperial guards marched in formation, holding weapons in hand. Countless fluttering flags danced among the golden armored imperial guards. The emperor's demigod imperial guards marched in groups. The shocking scene was seen by everyone. Cullen looked at those tall imperial guards.

He had heard stories about the imperial guards appearing outside the palace. When the imperial guards appeared in groups, it meant that their king, the king they swore allegiance to and swore to defend until death, had awakened. The emperor

"Emperor." Silva stared at the imperial guards who were walking in front of him. In the center of those golden armored guards walked a man wearing golden power armor. There was a golden halo burning behind his head. The tall figure in golden armor gently swung the lightning claw on his right arm and walked in the crowd of imperial guards.

All the people on both sides of the street walked behind the imperial guards on both sides. They looked at the imperial guards passing by. When the golden man came, everyone knelt down. The palace guards and the commandos almost knelt down instinctively. They gestured the famous prayer of the Sky Eagle Salute on their chests and looked at the god who walked by.

Cullen knelt on the ground with his knees banging. He looked up at the golden god who was walking in front of him. When he passed by Cullen, he slightly turned his head and glanced at Cullen. The man's eyes stayed on Cullen for a moment, but that moment seemed to be reborn. Cullen looked at the golden man who was walking by surrounded by a group of imperial guards.

"The Emperor, the Emperor has awakened." Kulun said in a trembling voice. He knelt on the ground and looked at the golden god who walked past everyone. The god walked up the long steps of the parliament hall surrounded by a group of imperial guards. The golden armored guards in the lead stepped on the surface of the steps with their heavy iron feet. They stood on both sides of the stairs with long spears in their hands, guarding the golden man who walked up the steps surrounded by a group of imperial guards.

The man walked to the top of the stairs. He led a group of imperial guards who walked up the stairs in a line through the magnificent gate and walked into the parliament hall. At first, the guards in the hall heard an explosion outside, and then all the sounds disappeared. They thought it was the enemy who broke in. They were on full alert in the hall, holding up long and short weapons to prepare to fight the invading enemy, but when the imperial guards stepped into the hall, everyone put down their weapons in extreme shock.

The soldiers, clerks of the Ministry of Political Affairs, monks of the State Religion, and others in the hall watched the guards who walked in groups. The guards in golden armor stepped into the hall. When the man wearing the emperor's armor that had been admired countless times by the people of the empire in all the murals and statues walked into the hall, the surprise turned into fear, and fear quickly turned into ecstasy. The guards immediately threw away their weapons. They were shocked that they dared to aim their guns at him? !

"Emperor Emperor!"

The guards who were jealous and repenting knelt on the ground and prayed to him. Everyone around them knelt down immediately when they saw the golden man again. Repentance, prayer, and even crying sounded among them, especially the monks of the State Religion. These monks in red robes roared hysterically. They raised their hands and looked at the man who walked by while crying, reciting scriptures loudly, praising and all the praises they could think of in their lives.

"Emperor! It's the Emperor! We are saved! Our Lord has walked out of the palace! He is walking among us again!" The monks of the state religion shouted hysterically, and they rushed to the golden man with a frenzy like they didn't want to die, and even the people in the hall who were also in a frenzy rushed to him.

"Our Lord! Lord of mankind! You have come to save us! Terra is saved, mankind is saved! Emperor, look at us! My God-Emperor!"

"The darkness has been dispelled, and the light will return to the world again, because he is back! Just because of your return! Emperor, Emperor!"

They cried, cheered and laughed wildly as they rushed to him. Everyone tried their best to get close to him, just to see him, everything was just to see the savior.

The guards were forced to disperse them constantly. The tall golden guards surrounded the golden man. They kept driving away the crowd that surrounded him desperately. The last line of defense of the high lords collapsed in an instant. Everyone in the entire parliament hall threw down their weapons and cheered his arrival with all hostility.

Just imagine, who would dare to shoot at the golden man at this time? He would be torn to pieces by the fanatical believers in an instant. No one dared to shoot at the Lord of Redemption, the emperor who walked in the world again. He was the savior that everyone had been waiting for for thousands of years. Their immortal lord stood up from the throne.

Although these people mistook Vito for the emperor, it was not their fault. Just imagine, how could a person wearing the emperor's own armor, surrounded by the guards, and with a halo behind his head not be considered the emperor? But this brought a little benefit. Vito could walk directly to the door of the high lord's conference hall. The only obstacle was these overly enthusiastic believers.

And there was a little regret. If these guys could welcome him with the same enthusiasm as they welcomed the Emperor, Vito would be happier.

Vito walked through the halls and corridors of the Parliament Building without saying a word. The accompanying golden armored guards would leave many people along the way to stop the believers and guard the corridors and all the passages. As they went deeper, the believers were blocked outside the corridors. The guards in each corridor also put down their weapons and knelt on the ground the moment they saw Vito. This allowed Vito to walk smoothly to the gate, the magnificent gate with the Imperial Eagle and countless gorgeous patterns.

Vito led Trajan behind him, and the dozens of members of the Imperial Guards who followed him to the gate, who symbolized the Emperor's authority, to the gate. The golden armored guards followed him in neat steps, like a moving golden iron wall. Vito Constantine, the Supreme Marshal himself, the Great Marshal of the Emperor, extended his power claws to the gate.

The golden man pushed open the door in front of him with his hands, and Marshal Vito Constantine came to his loyal Terran High Lords Council.