Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Chapter 432 Legion Era: Unyielding Expedition

As one of the most prominent families on Terra, the Skruze family was once famous for being the Emperor's court painter. They were already famous during the Terra Unification War. At that time, they served the great tyrant of the Uruz Empire on Terra and painted countless exquisite scrolls, recording the process of the powerful tyrant unifying the Slavic region.

When the tyrant's empire was crushed under the Emperor's crushing, the Emperor took a fancy to the talents of the Skruze family. He recruited them into his imperial court, where they followed the Emperor and recorded the great achievements of the Unification War with magnificent scrolls, and also remembered every magnificent victory of the Great Crusade for mankind.

"The Victory of Ullanor", "The Coronation of the Warmaster" and "The Last Battle, the Day of the Emperor's Ascension" are well-known in the Empire and are served as guests in countless churches and state religion temples. They all come from this family.

Even after the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the Skruze family still enjoyed a high status. They served the High Lords and the top nobles of Terra. It was said that their service charges were very expensive, and the price of a painting was enough to buy a warship of a wandering trader.

But it was worth it. People always said that there was no picture that Skruze could not draw. No matter how incredible and shocking the picture was, Skruze could draw it vividly and vividly preserve its charm and profound meaning on the canvas. Looking at it, it was as if you were there.

This made the Skruze family more prominent after the Emperor left and the Empire entered the mortal era. As a result, they accumulated huge wealth and became top nobles who were richer than before. This also made the family members particularly proud, even arrogant. Skruze boasted that there was nothing he could not draw.

This sentence reached Guilliman's ears, so he invited Master Skruze to come here and leave a painting like that of the past for the grand event he was about to hold. Skruze agreed. He was very confident and even proud. He believed that he could create another masterpiece that would be famous for thousands of years.

This would allow him to get a large sum of money from Guilliman, and make his reputation more prominent in the future. More imperial dignitaries who heard the news would bring more money to invite him, and this would also increase his fees and value, so Skruze came here very confidently, ready to leave a proud achievement for himself.

But he was wrong. When Skruze stood on the stairs of this magnificent palace and set up the easel, he knew he was wrong. He could not paint the scene in front of him at all. He used up all his talents, but he could not paint one ten-thousandth of the momentum of the scene in front of him.

That was the scene of tens of millions of Astartes standing on the square, and tens of thousands of demigod warriors arranged in countless dense squares. They extended along the huge square towards the skyline, like a steel land with no end in sight.

Skruz's eyes widened as he looked down at the column of soldiers marching neatly from the avenue outside the square. Flags fluttered above the heads of the burly warriors. They stepped into the square in neat steps, and their steps on the ground shook the earth and made the whole world tremble.

Above the giants marching in a line, on the pedestrian streets and platforms surrounding the avenue, hundreds of millions of mortals cheered and jumped for joy. They all squeezed forward desperately, just to see the glory of the extraordinary descendants of the Emperor marching below, and see their shiny armor.

Pilgrims from all over Terra, regardless of their identity and status, crowded together. The chaos of the crowd forced the Ministry of Justice to dispatch almost all of its law enforcement officers. They waved electric batons to maintain order on the surrounding streets, and shouts and roars echoed with the barking of the modified police dogs beside them.

But their voices were completely drowned out by the even more fanatical crowd around them, especially the believers of the state religion, who held high the Emperor's flags in their hands and swung their incense burners left and right in the crowd, even ignoring the fact that they hit the people who were cursing nearby.

The believers completely ignored the curses of the people around them, they just moved forward fanatically, stretched their hands to the magnificent statues of the Emperor's angels on both sides of the avenue above their heads, and chanted hymns of praise from their mouths, again and again, continuously echoing over the heads of tens of millions of people.

In the air filled with hymns, petals fell from the sky, those floating and rotating petals fell to the ground, fell from the tens of millions of fluttering flags, fell on the demigod warriors who were marching, stepped on the ground covered with flowers, and shook the petals again and again to march forward.

Skruze looked at the sea of ​​steel. The power armor was surging forward on the street like waves. The endless Space Marines passed through the crowd's carnival, and the petals fell on their bodies. They marched to the square in front of them and lined up to join the dense formation that had entered here earlier.

They marched in an orderly manner to the open space above the square. With the loud shouts of the leading centurion, hundreds of Space Marines turned around in an orderly manner, holding their bolters and suddenly stepped to attention. The deafening sound of stomping echoed throughout the square, just like thunder in a thunderstorm.

With the sound of uniform footsteps, the Space Marines stepped into the huge square. They stood densely there, holding their bolters and looking up at the steps in front of the magnificent church where Skruze was. The pressure of tens of millions of Space Marines looking at them at the same time made Skruze unable to breathe for a while.

And in front of him, on the stairs, separating him from the Astartes below, were the Custodians. Thousands of Custodians wearing golden armor of the Emperor's Guards stood on the stairs holding halberds. They lined up along the long stairs and formed a straight golden wall on the side of the street in front of the end of the cathedral stairs.

The Custodians held shining power halberds, blue lightning burst out from the spearheads, and the golden armored guards strode in front of the stairs with their heads held high, and in front of them were teams of Space Marines passing in front of the magnificent cathedral. They passed by the people standing on the stairs one by one with their bolters.

Guilliman stood side by side with five chapter masters. They stood in front of tens of thousands of Space Marines under the protection of thousands of Custodians. All the people in the passing columns raised their bolters to the extraordinary beings on the stage, turned their heads suddenly and saluted, and the chapter masters above also saluted them one by one.

Robert Guilliman, the extraordinary son of the Emperor, stood at the top of the stairs. He raised his head and looked down at the passing columns below. After each column passed in front of him, it marched to the square. Many Space Marines there looked up at the steps, but soon they looked at the side of the square intersection and cheered.

The cheers of tens of thousands of Space Marines raising their arms at the same time made Scruze feel dizzy for a moment. He held the picture frame and even ignored the paint splashed on himself from the tray below. He turned his head to look at the neat columns that had just entered the square intersection. It was a piece of snow-white armor.

The Space Marines in the entire square cheered for their Luna Wolf brothers. The neat warriors in white armor entered the square and passed in front of the stage amid cheers. The five chapter masters on the stairs saluted them, especially their own chapter master Loken, who was particularly proud of his warriors.

This feeling of pride reached a climax as Guilliman himself raised his arm to salute them. The Primarch raised the Hand of Domination in his hand, and the palm inlaid with gorgeous gems and gold decorations was raised high, and the Space Marines in the audience burst into the most enthusiastic cheers.

The warriors of the First Company of the Luna Wolves marched proudly. Their leader, Captain Rex, drew the power sword from his waist and looked up the stairs. The warriors behind him neatly held up their bolters and passed in front of the stairs under the flag-bearer's fluttering banner. They all looked at the Emperor's son on the stage.

Skruz looked at everything in front of him in shock. It took a lot of time for a whole legion of soldiers to pass by, and Skruz couldn't tell how long it took. He never looked away, and he didn't close his eyes even if they were dry and red because of opening his eyes, as if he was afraid of missing any moment.

He watched the torrent of steel rolling past in front of him. He now knew that he could definitely not draw one ten-thousandth of the momentum here. He couldn't do it, and no one could do it.

After an unknown amount of time, the huge queue of the Luna Wolf Legion finally completed its march. The white armor merged into the square. Here you can see the white, gold, gray, blue and dark green oceans arranged together. It is an endless steel torrent that stretches to the end of the horizon.

On both sides of the square, there are several rows of Titans standing around the square. These steel giants stand side by side with their guns raised in their hands. They stand in an orderly manner around the square, one row after another, and there is no end in sight.

Under the feet of the Titans, there are groups of parked armored troops, Chimera personnel carriers, Salamander self-propelled artillery, Leman Russ main battle tanks, Death Shooter missile launchers, Hydra anti-aircraft guns, and countless other imperial armors lined up together. They spread out around the feet of the steel giants, surrounding them like an ocean.

The steel behemoths extended to the end of the world along the Space Marines. In that far place, everything there was no longer visible. Only the towering Titans were still standing in that distant place, leaving a silhouette on the sky background.

As all the Space Marines entered the square, Guilliman immediately raised his palm, his palm facing the endless Space Marines on the square below, and with the signal of the Primarch, the tens of thousands of giants in the square who were cheering just now suddenly quieted down, almost at the same time.

Skruze stared at the scene in front of him with red eyes. Guilliman turned his head and glanced at Skruze, "Blink, let your eyes rest, and then record everything you see today, Master Skruze."

"I, I, I" Skruze couldn't even say a complete sentence. He stood among the demigods. The shock made him completely unable to organize his words with normal thinking, and he could only read out intermittent words like a baby.

Guilliman nodded silently to him, "I think you will. Everything today will be remembered by history." After that, Guilliman turned to the soldiers at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the Space Marine Legion extending to the horizon, and quietly listening to any words of the Primarch.

On their side, standing at attention in front of the armored army, the mortal soldiers who stood straight in line after countless flying surprises also looked up. They lined up in countless queues and stood in front of the tanks and armored vehicles. Above their heads, on the corridor stairs surrounding the Titan's body, all the operating team members were also lined up.

In front of the cathedral, millions of people in the huge square stood silently with their heads held high, waiting for the words of the Emperor's son. Skruze glanced at Guilliman beside him, and he put down his hand. The master immediately picked up the brush in his hand and began to paint on the paper with red eyes. He looked at Guilliman from time to time, trying to record everything completely.

"Here today, we gather in this magnificent square, and the proud warriors of the Empire also stand here. I am particularly honored to stand in front of you. I believe that the Emperor himself will be proud of you."

Guilliman does not need to borrow any sound transmission equipment. His voice is deep and loud, enough for people in the farthest place to hear. He stands on the stairs, surrounded by a large number of servo skulls around his head. Their mechanical eyes are aimed at Guilliman, broadcasting the words of the Primarch to all Terra, and in the future, it will also be the whole Empire.

Hundreds of billions of people were watching Guilliman in front of their own TVs and holographic devices in the square. The whole of Terra was dead silent, silently listening to the words of the Emperor's descendant, the superhuman Guilliman.

"I am proud to look at all the warriors and speak to them. I am extremely honored to be able to speak to you here, because I once pierced the old night with your ancestors, dispelled the darkness and brought light. Today, in this dark galactic age, I am also fortunate to be able to dispel the night again with the same warriors and their descendants. Please accept my respect, the proud warriors of the Emperor, I salute you."

Cheers, deafening cheers echoed in the sky of Terra. It was the cry of the whole world, and the loud roar of the Empire that burst out again after thousands of years of silence.

"The chess piece has been placed. Now we have no choice but to move forward. I am ordered by the Emperor to lead this great expedition. Now, please invite the great Supreme Marshal, the great brother of the Emperor, to ring the bell of the expedition! Lord Vito Constantine, please step forward."

Guilliman raised his arm and gestured backward. Scruze and the people on the stairs looked back. From behind the golden throne door that was completely imitated from the church, Vito, wearing golden armor, walked out from under the separated Emperor's throne. A bright halo burned behind his head, and the holy light enveloped him.

Vito walked past Scruze, who looked up at the passing giant with red eyes. The paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground, but was quickly picked up and waved in front of him. Scruze kept moving his eyes repeatedly, depicting the magnificent picture of Vito walking forward and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Primarch.

This will be an epic, a great painting that will be remembered forever in the history of all mankind. The picture depicts Vito walking to the stairs, pulling out the Emperor's own holy sword from the scabbard handed by Guilliman and pointing it to the sky.

The burning holy sword pointed directly to the sky, overlooking the huge army on the earth and looking at the sky and the universe. He held the holy sword and stared at the tip of the flaming sword.

"From the land of Terra to the border of the Milky Way, the Indomitable Crusade begins."

Skruz heard the cheers of the whole world, the whole Terra was cheering, that was the first roar of the human empire after ten thousand years of silence.

And in his hand, the oil painting also fell the last stroke, and everything in front of him was frozen on the canvas "The Beginning of the Crusade" He named this painting like this, and it was another masterpiece that was destined to be remembered by history.

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