NABC Chapter 87 In the darkness, a torch will surely be lit.
Chapter 87 In the darkness, a torch will surely be lit.
Chapter 88 In the darkness, a torch will surely be lit.
The Great Tyrant is the sister ship of the Vengeful Spirit, so many of the ship's architectural structures are similar.
This includes the grand reception hall, which was extremely magnificent and spacious even for Astartes.
Two years ago, in the orbit of the Istvan III, Horus Lupecal massacred almost all the chroniclers of the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet in the grand reception hall of the Vengeance Soul, and ordered the launch of the Extinction Order weapon at the Istvan III, thus announcing the start of this war that would tear the Empire apart.
And now, in the grand reception hall of the Great Tyrant, a momentous event is about to unfold that will change the course of the Empire and even human history.
As Guilliman slowly pushed open the adamantine gate, even Liu Bei, who had been mentally prepared, was stunned by the unprecedented scene inside the hall.
As Sun Qian had said before, most of the Astartes warriors on the Great Tyrant had been summoned here, with nearly 100,000 Space Marines lined up in neat rows. The last time the Imperium had seen such a scene was during the Ulanor Grand Parade during the Great Crusade.
After all, this is already the size of a standard Astartes Legion, and even the Ultramarines, who have the largest numbers, rarely gather most of their legions for a show.
Their power armor styles varied, and although most had their legion insignia erased, Liu Bei could still discern the different styles of each legion—some were from Shadowmoon Wolves, some from Twilight Raiders, some from the Third Legion, and some from the War... Devourers.
Liu Bei immediately recognized some old acquaintances, all of whom were warriors who had fought alongside him in the spiritual realm. Although they were all wearing helmets now, Liu Bei could sense excitement, anticipation, admiration, and rationality in their eyes.
It is obvious that after banishing Thomasadon, Sun Qian ordered the removal of the self-destructing Butcher's Nails from the World Eater's head.
After all, the Butcher's Nails transplanted into the World Eaters are all improved versions. Although they still erode the brain, they are far less domineering than the original. As long as they are surgically removed, they can recover thanks to Astartes' self-healing ability.
Lemanus had once made this suggestion to Anglon, but unexpectedly, it was Sun Qian who ultimately accomplished it.
Thinking of this, Liu Bei's doubts about Sun Qian lessened considerably.
Even though Sun Qian's actions could not be described merely as outrageous, Liu Bei still believed that this "Gongyou" shared the same aspirations as himself.
The reason why the doubts were not completely dispelled was that Liu Bei noticed the same look in the eyes of the remaining soldiers.
But not for myself.
A large portion of them were clearly looking at Sun Qian, indicating that Sun Qian had won the approval of these soldiers in the past two years.
However, the remaining group did not even look at the Ultra Warrior Primarchs beside Liu Bei.
Their fervent gazes were fixed on the other end of the grand reception hall, on a high platform that seemed to be the final destination of Liu Bei's journey.
There is a throne made of gold, and behind the throne there appears to be a sophisticated and complex mechanical device.
Beside this device, a blonde woman dressed in white held a paper book in her hands.
She was the woman Liu Bei had met a dozen minutes earlier;
But she was also a sacred symbol that Liu Bei had never seen before.
"Humanity's empire has been ravaged by war, and Terra's light has been obscured by shadows."
Euphrates Kira, in her demeanor, voice, and temperament, was now completely different from the lively and cunning narrator she had just witnessed.
Even by mortal standards, her body would only be considered slender and delicate, yet she now exudes an aura more oppressive than Astartes—even more so than the Primarch.
No broadcast array or psionic amplification is needed.
Her sacred, ethereal, and otherworldly words echoed throughout the vast reception hall, which spanned several square kilometers.
"But in the darkness, a torch will be lit, not for usurpation, but for survival."
The moment the living saint raised his hand, all the Astartes in the audience had the illusion that a ray of dazzling sunlight illuminated the path between Liu Bei and the throne.
Robert Guilliman frowned slightly upon seeing this, but he quickly sighed almost imperceptibly and then whispered something in a voice only Liu Bei and Sun Qian could hear.
"Let's go."
Originally, the Primarch of Genesis, who was always the center of attention in any situation and whose many miracles earned him the worship of countless warriors, was now willingly playing a supporting role. Accompanied by the two of them, Liu Bei walked step by step toward the golden throne.
However, just as they were about to step onto the platform, a small incident occurred.
An Ultramariner wearing blue power armor but a red helmet squeezed out of the Astartes' ranks and hurriedly ran to his Gene Father's side.
Guilliman's face darkened, and he lowered his voice and spoke urgently.
"Hill, we can talk about it later." "I'm sorry, Father, the situation is actually more complicated than I imagined..."
At the same time, Loken also came closer and whispered a few words in Sun Qian's ear.
Sun Qian immediately realized that they were reporting the same thing.
"Inform the soldiers to delay him at all costs and try to draw his fire in other directions."
Guilliman made a quick decision.
"Don't make too much of a commotion, just make sure the ceremony proceeds normally."
"Turn the power of the broadcast array to the maximum, and then project the observed live footage onto the ceiling."
Hearing Sun Qian's order, which contradicted his own, Guilliman was taken aback. But before he and Sun Qian could resolve their differences and there was no need for Loken to relay the order, the image array in the Great Reception Hall projected the image onto everyone's heads.
What you can see is a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene. The vast fleet appears one after another in the void through warp jumps. Apart from the Imperial double-headed eagle, the most eye-catching features are the huge black mechanical skull on the ship and the yellow and black stripes on the hull.
That's the symbol of the Fourth Legion, the Iron Warriors.
What followed was a fierce exchange of fire. A fleet of Ultramarines seemed to be trying to delay the advance of the Iron Warriors, but the Iron Warriors only responded with even more intense firepower, creating dazzling orbs of light in the void, and then continued to approach their Great Tyrant.
"We originally planned to wake you up in Macurag, explain things to you, and then proceed with the coronation ceremony. However, a few hours ago we received intelligence that Peturabo had suddenly made a warp jump. It seems that it was the right decision to bring the ceremony forward. Peturabo has already locked onto us, and there's no point in trying to escape."
Sun Qian placed his hand on Liu Bei's shoulder.
"But since he's here, let's treat him as a guest of honor. Besides, this magnificent cannon salute is perfect as the opening act for the founding of the empire."
Then he exerted a little force and gently pushed Liu Bei toward the throne.
"Take up the torch of humanity's hope, brother—no."
"Liu Huangshu!"
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