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Chapter 240 The Dark Angels’ Military Parade

"Okay! My friend, if it doesn't affect my next greeting of my brother, then you can say it now, but my time is precious now and I have a lot to do. Your things are priority, and you may have to Stay back," Guilliman said, looking at Doralo.

When Dorro heard this, after a brief hesitation, he decided not to affect Guilliman's state when he welcomed his brothers. After all, compared with the normal Lion, Volkan's state at this time was really not good.

"I understand, sir, then I will look for you after welcoming Lord Ryan." Dorro bowed.

Guilliman nodded and left. As the Lord of the Dark Angels of the First Legion and his brother, Ryan certainly couldn't greet Ryan casually.

Moreover, there were many refugees who were lost in the subspace and then reached Macragge through the Pharos beacon. The news brought by these people was not really good.

Therefore, even if it is to cheer up the hearts of everyone in Macragge, Guilliman must do his best to hold this welcome ceremony as well as possible and give the mortals confidence.

In the underground chamber of Hera Castle.

Liu Haodong was talking to Dorluo on the other side of the communicator.

"Because Lord Guilliman had to meet the difficult Lord Lion, you didn't tell him about this?" Liu Haodong asked Dorro on the other end of the communicator.

"I didn't say Lord Ryan was difficult, I just thought he was too mysterious." Dorlo emphasized.

"Yeah, yeah, I understand." Liu Haodong nodded.

The two didn't talk much. Dorlo told Liu Haodong the original body's decision, and then went to do other things. After all, as one of the Four Heroes of Ultramar, Dorlo had a lot to do.

Liu Haodong waved his hand to the servitor controlled by the Flame Queen, and asked him to find the servitor to go to the Military Square and simultaneously play the welcome ceremony there.

……

As the most administratively efficient Primarch, Guilliman arranged the welcome ceremony very quickly.

In the military square of Macragge, six giant war horns distributed on the towers and high walls of the castle were blown at the same time. The low and solemn sound of the horns roared and echoed in the city.

The trumpet sound ended, and the band members of the Eight Hundred Regiment played a brisk triumphal music.

Guilliman stood on the platform of the Titan Gate, the northern entrance to the Military Forum.

The Titan Gate is a very majestic tower gate. Even an Emperor-level Titan can pass through this tower gate with its head held high, and this morning, this statement was proved twice.

For this welcoming ceremony, the area around the Titan Gate was covered with flags of the Thirteenth Legion Ultramarines. Flags of the Titan Legion and many Imperial forces that fought with the Ultramarines Legion were also hung on both sides of the road, as well as the Iron Hands. , Salamanders, Raven Guard, Imperial Fists, White Scars, Space Wolves and other Space Marine Legion banners.

Guilliman's injuries were not completely healed, and besides, he was still here not long after he drank the poisonous mead.

In fact, there was a lot of news about Macragge's local live broadcast of this grand event. After all, it was intended to be an exciting show for all residents.

As time passed by, the people in the two legions communicating with each other also communicated the progress at all times.

Although he didn't like Ryan much in his heart, the assassin Guilliman still felt a kind of happiness from the heart.

Although Ryan's arrival will bring a lot of problems and troubles, it at least shows that although there are rebellions in the empire, the loyal emperor's children are still fighting. In any case, Ryan's arrival is a big surprise to Ultramar. turning point.

As we all know, a military parade is a military action that enhances the cohesion and sense of honor of soldiers. The Ultramarines Legion has not assembled in full force for a long time. After Calth, they won many battles, but none of them held a celebration ceremony.

The arrival of Lion is a good reason. There are only eighteen Primarchs in the galaxy, and the union of two of them is a major event. Lion, the Lord of the Dark Angels, also deserves such respect.

Guilliman stood on the platform, behind him were Grodd and his Invincible Iron Guard, as well as Auguston, the commander of the First Station, fifteen senior officers of the Thirteenth Legion, and ninety-four officers of the Imperial Army. and Fleet Commanders, some representing senior officials of the Senate and the Adeptus Mechanicus.

In addition to this were twenty other Legionaries of Centurion rank, representing the other Legions that had come to Macragge.

Forty Titans stand around the Military Forum, representing the eight Titan Legions allied with Guilliman.

Liu Haodong, who was watching the live video in the secret room, was calm on the surface, but he was already in a state of turmoil inside. This was the first time he had seen such a grand event.

The endless crowd stretched as far as the camera could see. There were countless civilians who came to watch the ceremony.

Such real scenes far exceed the visual enjoyment brought by Hollywood blockbusters.

The scene at this time made Liu Haodong's mind suddenly read the words in his distant memory: It was really, the gongs and drums were noisy, the firecrackers were blasting, the red flags were waving, and there were huge crowds of people.

Glancing at Wokan in the iron box, Liu Haodong hesitated to leave here first and go to the Military Square to have a look, but as soon as the idea appeared, he was killed by himself.

The servitor who went to take pictures didn't know what kind of camera was loaded on it. He could see Guilliman standing on the platform from a distance, and his expression was clearly captured.

In the video, Guilliman didn't know what he was thinking about. The corners of his mouth were raised unnaturally and he smiled. However, Ms. Euton, who was standing next to Guilliman, covered her ears. It was obvious that she didn't like the noisy environment here. .

Guilliman took a deep breath without changing his expression and looked around. This was his empire, magnificent and majestic.

Of course, Guilliman could only think about this kind of thing in his heart. Although it was like this before Horus rebelled, at this time Guilliman clearly knew in his heart that there were two feelings.

Below the platform, the military square covered with smooth marble slabs was shining brightly, reflecting the subspace storm and the weird light of the Pharos beacon.

Outside this broad military square, the city of Macragge spread out across the vast land in all directions.

Although he had seen it countless times, Guilliman was still excited today. He said without hesitation that this was one of the greatest cities in the entire empire.

Nine thousand Ultramarines Honor Guards gathered around the Military Square.

They stood behind their respective company flags, forming a perfect formation. Their polished and exquisite armor was bright and solemn in the sun.

Between each company were interspersed mechanized armored troops or imperial army phalanxes. These soldiers knelt and saluted, and the flag bearers held high the flying military flags.

Guilliman prepared a welcome contingent of nearly fifty thousand mortal auxiliaries for his brother, not to mention the millions of civilians who crowded the nearby streets to admire the Lion and his warriors.

As Guilliman put on his ceremonial power armor, Lady Jotun told him that vendors along the Avenue of Heroes were doing a brisk business selling cheap badges bearing the emblem of the First Legion.

"In other words, my people are counting on him to save the world and not on me?" Guilliman asked.

Ms. Euton glanced at Guilliman. She sensed the illusion of jealousy from Guilliman's expression, so she said: "Silly boy, they are celebrating this moment. He is the eldest son of the Emperor and a member of the First Legion. Primarch, it is said that Llane is still a noble and loyal man, and people welcome his arrival."

Guilliman nodded expressionlessly.

"The key point here is." Ms. Euton found it interesting when she saw her adopted son's expression. Based on her understanding of Guilliman, she thought Guilliman was jealous, but she still said to her good son: "Maku The people of Lage know that two Primarchs are better than one." The words were still in his ears at that time, but Guilliman would only show such a scene in front of Ms. Jotun.

The trumpet blared suddenly, and a servant came to Guilliman and presented him with a data pad with genetic identification.

"The airspace is open and awaits your authorization, sir," the attendant bowed and said.

Guilliman took over the data pad. This highest level of authorization requires the provision of direct genetic samples, whether they are body fluids or body cell tissues such as hair.

But because Space Marines all wear full sets of power armor, often only the head armor is easy to remove, so saliva becomes a very convenient carrier.

A more civilized Primarch like Guilliman would grant authority by kissing the screen.

Some primarchs or high-ranking officers would say "hey, bah!"

For example, Guilliman knew such a senior officer, Auguston, the commander of the first legion.

After passing Macragge's highest authorization, the airspace was opened and the void shield was closed layer by layer.

……

On the flagship of the First Legion, countless Dark Angels entered the Storm Bird and other troop transport ships fully armed.

Of course, the mortal auxiliaries or other crew members in many vehicles, including servitors, will follow the Dark Angel into these vehicles and land on the ground of Macragge together.

Different air vehicles all descended in order.

During this process, these vehicles not only formed an array, but also maintained perfect aerial synchronization during their descent.

This makes these spaceships land like elegant dancers with precisely rehearsed dance steps.

Liu Haodong who watched the live broadcast was dumbfounded.

After rubbing his eyes and confirming that he had seen it correctly, Liu Haodong confirmed that the First Legion was indeed showing off its flowers in the air. "Formalistic things are indeed a necessary product in special times."

Moreover, while watching the performance of the First Legion's aerial vehicles, Liu Haodong suddenly had a strange idea in his mind.

Lion, the Lord of the Dark Angels of the First Legion, is showing off!

Liu Haodong was not the only one who had this idea. Guilliman also had this idea in his mind at this time.

But unlike Liu Haodong who was incomprehensible, Guilliman asked himself, if the situation was reversed, would he be like this?

It didn't take long for Guilliman to give his accurate answer: Absolutely.

Thinking of this, Guilliman truly smiled from the bottom of his heart this time.

These spaceships landed neatly without any deviation. They were all four, four vehicles, parked simultaneously on the closed avenue next to the Military Square.

The roar of the airflow they created when they landed drowned out the cries of Macragge's countless people welcoming them, and even drowned out the roar of the Titans.

The landing hatches opened at the same time, and the Dark Angel phalanxes walked down the hatches in neat steps and entered the square along the avenue.

Every step they took was as neat as the Dragon Kingdom's National Day military parade, and every soldier's power armor was as shiny as new.

As more and more Dark Angel phalanxes entered the military square, their ten by ten formation expanded into double rows on both sides.

The entire action process is so neat that it is pleasing to the eye.

After the many teams dispersed, they intertwined and merged with each other to form a perfect double-row human wall. They maintained the same rhythm from beginning to end, and no warrior disrupted the pace.

This military parade was the most breathtaking that Guilliman had ever seen.

Two thousand Dark Angels took their positions in an extremely precise order, and then their performance shocked Liu Haodong again.

So much so that when he watched the live broadcast, he suddenly sat upright.

He stared at the live broadcast on the screen with some disbelief. The Dark Angels were standing still, twirling and dancing with the bolt guns in their hands. Those who didn't have the bolt guns would throw their power swords or legion flags into the air. Then catch it firmly, over and over again.

"Are all the home planets of the First Legion Dark Angels descendants of the Asan Kingdom?" Liu Haodong still couldn't help but mutter.

In his mind, only Ah San's military parade could compare with such arrogant maneuvers in the military parade. If the Dark Angels later came up with a jet motorcycle to sit on a dozen Space Marines, there would be no doubt about it.

But soon, Liu Haodong found evidence in the Dark Angel Legion that they were more like Asan's descendants.

The weapons equipped by these Dark Angels are really like the weapons of Asan Kingdom made by all nations. Many of the Dark Angels' weapons are different, and many of them Liu Haodong has never even seen before.

Without any obvious signs, the Dark Angels suddenly stopped in unison, and all stood silently.

While shocking, this kind of performance with a lingering aftertaste gives people more visual enjoyment, and the rules and regulations are as neat as one person.

The Dark Angel's formation, after suddenly stopping, suddenly advanced again.

"What else? Are the Dark Angels practicing these in their free time?" Liu Haodong scratched his face. He felt that a moderate performance of this kind of military parade would be enough, and too much would be unnecessary.

The Dark Angels were once again divided into multiple medium-sized square arrays in an extremely fine manner, and they interspersed with each other to form various perfect patterns: squares, triangles, circles, five-pointed stars and other shapes.

The vanguard often turned around and walked into the phalanx behind them, completely changing the direction of march. After several times, the Dark Angels finally ended their parade performance.

The Dark Angels who stopped neatly held their bolters in front of their chests, and each team formed a V-shaped formation, pointing at the leading Storm Bird among the aerial vehicles.

This gesture clearly expresses a meaning.

Ryan is coming.

At this time, Macragge, after watching the military parade of the Dark Angels Legion, Liu Haodong was probably the only one who was disappointed because he did not see a dozen Space Marines performing on jet motorcycles.

"It seems that the Dark Angel is not a descendant of Ah San. These are just Ryan's simple attempts to show off." Liu Haodong thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)