Chapter 157 2, The Lion King and the Regent King Meet Again Under the Throne

Dukel's expedition fleet is sailing on the route back to Terra. The distance between him and Terra in the material world is a bit too far, almost spanning most of the galaxy. Even though he is already halfway through the journey, he still wants to really reach it. Throne World is still a few weeks away.

Before him, the Lion King and the Regent arrived at Terra one step earlier.

In the majestic palace city of the Throne World, the long-separated brothers finally reunited again.

Terra is the capital of the Human Empire, and the Royal Palace is the heart of Terra and a huge fortress.

It once withstood the siege of six interstellar legions and successfully held on.

In the long history of war in the galaxy, this can be called a great miracle.

"I thought I would be angry."

When he saw Guilliman striding towards him, the Lion King whispered to himself, with a rare soft smile on his cold face.

In the past, his relationship with Guilliman was not very good, and the two sides always had many disputes for various reasons.

After waking up from a long sleep, the Lion King was even more furious when he learned that his First Legion had been split up by the Codex Astartes issued by Guilliman.

"Have I ever said that I actually don't like you?" With the original body's hearing, the lion's whisper could not escape Guilliman's ears. As he spoke, he smiled and opened his arms.

"But right now I just want to say, it's great meeting you, brother."

"Me too. Seeing you makes me feel like I'm not alone."

The lion also opened his arms, and the two blood brothers, who had been separated for thousands of years, hugged each other.

The grudges of the past are so worthless in the face of thousands of years of separation and death.

Their bodies are equally majestic. As extraordinary creations of the emperor and gods on earth revered by all people, they can no longer suppress the emotions in their hearts at this moment, showing unreservedly the brotherly love that is close to mortals.

"Brother, you are never alone." After ending the hug ceremony, Guilliman continued to say to Leon with a joyful expression.

He has good news to share with his brother. He believes that the Lion will also be able to cheer up and clear away the gloom in his heart after hearing the news.

"Leon, Dukel was resurrected, and he even saved me and Sanguinius! The connection between blood relatives has not died with the passage of time!"

But the Lion King fell silent after hearing Guilliman's words.

The lion's silence at the moment was deafening.

"Brother, aren't you happy about this?" Guilliman asked in confusion.

The lion still didn't speak, but pointed to the side of his face, "Look here."

After the Lion King warned him, Guilliman saw that there were still large bruises hidden under the lion's lush beard.

Considering the original body's extraordinary self-healing ability, it is obviously abnormal for such bruises to remain unhealed on the face for a long time.

"Someone can actually hurt you. What kind of battle is this?" Guilliman's smile faded and his eyes became heavy.

In the past, he always complained about the Lion's shortcomings, but he never denied the Lion King's power.

The Emperor's eldest son was an extremely good warrior, taller and stronger than Guilliman.

In front of the Lion, Guilliman sometimes even felt inferior.

"Dukele did it."

Faced with Guilliman's questioning, the Lion struggled to spit out a few bytes.

"Dukele? Why would he do this?"

"The reasons for this are very complicated, and it's hard to explain in just a few words." The lion stroked the bruise on his cheek, and the feeling of pain came clearly. Dukel's heavy punch was not so easy to withstand, even with the original body's own strength. He may still be in pain for a long time.

"And I feel that he might just want to beat me up." The lion's expression was a little complicated.

"Okay, now I am sure that you have really met Dukel."

Guilliman said with some helplessness that in the previous interactions with him, Dukel's behavior style was also still fresh in his memory.

The two Primarchs chatted as they strolled through the huge palace of the Throne World.

Except for the gate of eternity and the distance connecting the throne, it is a restricted area. As Primarchs they were free to roam the ancient and solemn city.

This palace is not only the emperor's bedroom, but also a huge, continent-level city. The throne hall is wrapped in it, and institutional buildings such as the state church auditorium, arsenal, star torch court, trial court, and archives are surrounding the throne hall.

And deep underground in the throne room, there are still many terrible and ancient secrets hidden.

Hidden within these ancient secrets are the reasons for the Emperor's rise to power, as well as the forbidden objects he captured from the many worlds he conquered.

Even the two Primarchs could only approach the crypts containing the Dark Legacy with the Emperor's permission. According to rumors, the forbidden things hidden there are enough to destroy the entire empire.

Neither Primarch had any curiosity to explore the place, they just wandered through the palace complex they had fought for, discussing recent information with each other.

"Leon, I arrived at the throne a few months earlier than you. The corruption within the empire is worse than we imagined. Those bureaucrats created great obstacles, so that my decree could not be issued smoothly, and those powerful officials They scorn the superior administrative system and only care about how to better control power.”

At this point, Guilliman's eyes lit up with anger.

"These mortals have never witnessed the glory of the past empire. They think that when they have power, they have all authority. They are short-sighted. This is normal." The lion comforted Guilliman, but there was also anger in his eyes.

"I also cannot tolerate these people who run counter to the emperor's moral principles. The empire needs a complete change. But before that, we need to be patient. We must make those rotten worms convinced that we will not take away their rights. We Wait until the fish surface on their own and then catch them all.”

"I never thought that you would actually consider this?" Guilliman glanced at the Lion in surprise.

"Before meeting Dukel, I really didn't think about it. At that time, I was only worried about whether the existing political system would accept us. But now, I have to consider it." The lion king's eyes showed sadness,

"These are really sad years. Our father worked hard to build the foundation of hope. But after he ascended the throne, reason and light were far away, and ignorance and dogma spread like truth. Harsh rule replaced the enlightenment Hope, the empire continues its corrupt rule and gradually enters the abyss."

"After seeing this, Dukel will not be reconciled. If we can't lock the target for him, he will probably massacre everyone indiscriminately."

The lion's words made Guilliman look at the city again. He looked at those heavy, Gothic, solemn and huge buildings painted with gold paint.

The whole of Terra now seems to be immersed in a sea of ​​dullness and despair.

Terran officials, who hold great power, do not care about the lives and deaths of trillions of people. Today, when the empire faces many powerful enemies, they are still obsessed with their own power struggle and never tire of it.

Their intelligence should have been used in more appropriate places, but was wasted in the internal strife of the race.

"But even in such a world, not everyone deserves to die. There are still mortals who deserve our admiration."

After hearing the lion's words, Guilliman nodded in agreement, "That is indeed the case. I was once very disappointed. That disappointment was for humans and our father.

The Emperor sees us as nothing more than tools, devoid of emotion. As for humans, in that massive rebellion, those countries that were shouting the truth of the Empire a second ago, all supported Horus in the blink of an eye and pointed their weapons at the Emperor. "

"I was thinking at that time, are mortals really worthy of being saved? The gene of betrayal is engraved in the deepest part of their blood, and they can thrive with just a little nourishment. They once regarded the Emperor as their former savior and treated him as their savior. words as all truth.”

"But when Horus raised the banner of treachery, nearly half the worlds of the Imperium joined the rebellion."

"But when I woke up from the stasis field, I had a new perspective on mortals. In the thousands of years before the Emperor and the Primarch existed, they experienced various wars and came to the edge of destruction several times. .

But whenever despair comes, there are always mortals one after another who sacrifice their lives. Knowing that they will die, they use their mortal bodies to burst out with unparalleled wisdom and courage, just for the survival of the race. They use their lives to fight against the inevitable fate of destruction. "

Guilliman told the Lion what he had seen since his awakening.

In his description, the human empire is always surrounded by darkness that cannot be dispelled, but in this rich darkness, there is always a glimmer of hope.

"Hope still exists."

The lion nodded in approval, "So we must join forces during this period to see clearly the true face of those powerful people. Those people may have absolute loyalty to the emperor, but when faced with the temptation of power, they dare to trample on their beliefs."

Guilliman nodded.

In the following time, the two original bodies temporarily tolerated it.

Their concession made the powerful people who thought they controlled the lifeline of the empire even more aggressive. They even mocked the demigods for their incompetence in a roundabout way at extravagant cocktail parties.

In this throne world, no will can surpass the power in their hands, and no identity can be more sacred than them.

Even the human gods in history must succumb to their will on this sacred soil.

A few weeks later.

The expedition fleet finally reached the last point of reality. They sailed firmly in this vast ocean of spiritual realm. The storm of desire could not shake this great fleet, and the vortex of glory slapped the unyielding keel of the ship.

Duker held the Destiny Eagle battle flag and stood on the bow of the Soul Fire. Looking down from his perspective, the flag stretched like an endless ocean, and a huge legion had already assembled.

Millions of troops in armor filled the decks of the Queen of Glory. In this huge fleet arranged in a matrix, the deck of every ship is the same scene.

The loyal Imperial warriors are armored and ready to go.

Dante stood on the deck of the Blood Angel battleship, looking at the majestic figure on the bow of the Soul Fire.

Then he looked at little Sanguinius on the throne in front of him.

At this moment, little Sanguinius also put on fitted power armor. Although his face was immature, he had a calm expression and a noble demeanor.

"Holy Father, what exactly is His Highness Duker planning to do?" Dante couldn't help but ask.

Little Sanguinius narrowed his eyes and looked at his heir with a smile, "Dante, you are not asking questions knowingly. My brother and I returned to Terra, naturally, to meet our father, what else could we do? "

Dante knelt on one knee on the metal deck and lowered his head in silence.

He did not doubt his Holy Father, he believed that young Sanguinius was only playing a trick on him.

At present, the entire Expeditionary Legion is ready for war. It would be fine if it is just a mortal auxiliary army, but even the more than a thousand Doom Slayers, 50,000 Psychic Sisters, and the 300,000 Second Legion reserves are all All are in a state of war readiness.

This is the personal guard army of the Lord of the Second Legion. During the expedition in the Dark Galaxy, it has experienced countless battles and has been invincible.

So far without a single defeat!

The war potential of Doom Slayer and Psychic Sister needs no introduction.

Even the 300,000 Second Legion reserves, although they are just mortal troops, have single-body enhancement technology of more than 50,000 horses per capita.

Each one is capable of exerting a fighting ability that is not inferior to that of a Brother Astartes.

Coupled with the god-like prowess of the Second Primarch, this is the secret to victory in every battle of the Legion's dark journey.

Now such an elite army is all assembled and in a state of combat readiness.

Just to meet the Emperor?

Dante stared in the direction of the Soul Fire, looking at the huge ship that looked like a space town, and faintly smelled the smell of blood.

Your Highness Dukel, what exactly do you want to do? !

Soul Fire.

Duker stood on the bow of the ship, his bright eyes looking directly at the twisted and weird sea of ​​souls. His eyes extended infinitely, seeming to be able to penetrate the reality nodes not far away, looking towards the sacred throne world, and seeing that The decay and darkness hidden at the core of the empire.

His face was cold and his demeanor was majestic.

"Terra in the 40th millennium is still a bit too urban."

Duker's heart was filled with murderous intent, but his expression did not change at all.

"Enter the real universe node."

Duker gave instructions in the voice communication, and the Destiny Eagle battle flag in his hand lit up first.

Endless golden light radiates out, powerful will tears the surface of the Sea of ​​Souls, and countless dark beings in the deep sea roar in anger.

The golden light converged on the reality node not far away, like thousands of sharp swords piercing the barriers between subspace and reality, dyeing the entire Terra galaxy with a golden glow.

boom! ——

The invisible illusory barrier was instantly shattered by the giant ship, as if the sky was shattered,

The star's light was obscured by golden light, and all of Terra was bathed in the infinite glory of the empire.

There is no longer a distinction between day and night on Terra. Both the eastern and western hemispheres enjoy equal glory in the rich light.

Carlos's mummy radiated the power of the primarch's mind, projecting the illusion of the golden eagle into the consciousness of every living thing in the Terran galaxy.

What loyalty!

What an honor!

Against the backdrop of endless glory, a huge fleet slowly revealed its true appearance in front of Holy Terra.