Chapter 635 Doomsday Storm: Prologue I Will Return

The fire flickered in the dark church. The weak firelight came from a burning candle. It stood on the marble steps. Although it was weak, it was still burning. Its light illuminated a small part of the surrounding space. , illuminating the prayer tapes posted.

Another candle was lit, its sparks ignited from deep inside the wax core, a slender match was gently flicked out, and at its end, the giant blue steel hand appeared in the firelight, and the candle flame The golden U letter logo was lit up, and the olive crown slowly unfolded under the symbol.

A burly man knelt down, holding a huge sword in his hand. The firelight lit up the hilt. A golden olive crown was scraped on the hilt, hanging on both sides of the two-headed eagle with spread wings. The firelight shone on the sky eagle, and the reflection chilled the handsome face on the side.

Robert Guilliman knelt in front of the shrine, with countless candles burning in front of him. Their firelight gathered together and illuminated the burly son, the thirteenth son of the Emperor, and the Lord of Macragge from the darkness. With his newly acquired title, Robert Guilliman, Regent of the Empire.

He lowered his eyes, and his long golden hair hung on his forehead, but he still couldn't block his shining blue eyes. Guilliman stared at the Imperial Sky Eagle symbol surrounded by candlelight, which stood in front of the shrine. , surrounded by thousands of candles, which was also the only source of light in this darkness.

Countless ancient flags fluttered above his head, and the faint light of the fire shone on them. On those flags, on each glorious battle flag, Victory whispered his name in the firelight.

Guilliman knelt in the firelight, gazing at the banner in all its glory, the banner of all banners, the eagle of the Empire.

The Imperial Aquila shines brightly in the darkness. It is different because around it there are no Imperial statues like most shrines in the Empire. No, there are none. The Lord of Mankind and the God-Emperor of the Empire are not there. There is only it. , the Sky Eagle, the Sky Eagle that symbolizes the Empire itself is enshrined by candlelight.

Guilliman affixed a blessing scroll to the wings of the Sky Eagle. There were many more scrolls posted there, but without exception, they were all signed with only one person's name, his, Robert Guilliman's. .

"I never thought that I would do such a religious act. This is an act of superstition and goes against our beliefs." Guilliman said in a low voice. He knelt on one knee in front of the Sky Eagle, with the flickering firelight throbbing in his face.

"But I still pray to you, because you are not the false god. You cannot speak, but you are the true symbol, the empire itself, the embodiment of the truth of the empire."

Guilliman stared at the Aquila, burning in the candlelight that shone on its surface like the brightest star-sun, the golden sun, but Guilliman would not pray to him, not at all.

"Bless our empire, protect our warriors and people, because the darkness has arrived." Guilliman lowered his head, holding the sword in his hand. Under the firelight, the U letter on his arm was the same as the one on the sword hilt. Twinkle, with that crown.

"The night is long and the dawn has not yet come. We have been fighting in the darkness for many years. I am lucky. With the help of my friend Vito Constantine, the brothers returned one by one, Ryan and San Guinius. , I am his first tour person, and I hope I can take on this important responsibility.”

Guilliman stared at the Sky Eagle, his blue eyes sparkling like gems. He wore a crown, and his blond hair hung down from both sides of the crown like the wind. "Victory, this is the joy that the missionaries cheered from the temple steeples. , is also the message conveyed by the commander to the soldiers, the Indomitable Expedition is winning steadily, and we continue to regain the empire's territory from the Lord of Destruction. "

"But we are still besieged on all sides, and the war is still raging across the galaxy, defeating mutants, traitors, and aliens in every battle."

Guilliman spoke in a low voice, every word, like the oldest holy bell reverberating in the air. The bell, the bell on Terra, was echoing, again and again, each time symbolizing the passing of a life. , the passing of loyalists, the passing of Imperial warriors.

They sacrificed their lives bravely in the name of the Emperor, using their human bodies to face the demons and monsters in the darkness. Listen, do you hear me? The bell is ringing, a hymn to mortals.

"They say that the hymn of mankind is courage. They say that under the leadership of the descendants of demigods, the light of mankind will illuminate the galaxy. Listen, demigods, what a ridiculous term."

Guilliman said contemptuously, raising his eyes and staring at the eagle with his blue eyes, "Faith cannot save us."

He said.

"Lies cannot protect us."

"And hope still exists. Right now, the empire's army is launching an active attack on the enemy. Mortarion and his Nurgle Hatred Lord cannot defeat us."

"A mortal body cannot withstand the plague, but, as my friend said, there is only hope."

"I am human, I am the son of mortals, and I will lead my compatriots to victory."

He said word for word, "People will sing the hymn of victory. Victory, because the galaxy is burning, victory, because our empire is transforming, victory, because mankind roars that the light of hope has not disappeared."

After speaking, Guilliman stood up suddenly. He turned and left, leaving behind him the Sky Eagle burning in the candlelight. Above its head, thousands of banners were flying silently. They watched him, Robert Guilliman, the Thirteenth Son. , the departure of the vengeful son.

After Guilliman strode into the open door, the lights were dazzling, and a huge explosion mixed with blazing flames illuminated his face, in front.

Vito in front of the holographic map turned around, he stood up wearing a dazzling golden armor, the Emperor's armor!

"Are you here?"

"Well, are you ready?"

"Waiting at any time."

Vito turned around, leaning on the map with countless icons, staring at the Milky Way outside the window, that burning Milky Way.

Guilliman stared at the Milky Way, closed his eyes, and in his heart, he silently chanted.

"Victory."