Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 208: Lord of Macragge
On the day the Primarch returned to Macragge, people learned the news of Chaos' expulsion. Although the news was only spread over a range of five hundred worlds, it was enough to cheer people up.

Today, before his throne on Macragge, the Primarch receives adoration from his many descendants, both those born of his genes and Space Marines from other Chapters.

The procession was long enough to fill the streets of Macragge, flowers and streamers fell from the sky, and the light of the stars was warm and comfortable.

The Lord of Macragge, sitting on a giant float, waved his arms to his subjects, declaring his victory.

Countless honors were as dazzling as falling ribbons, while Taylor was lying in his beloved car in the darkest corner, watching this farce bored.

"Guilliman can be quite cocky sometimes."

"I wouldn't be like that."

The girl from Lightling said, "Boss, not everyone hates being a hero as much as you do."

"I don't understand what's wrong with flowers and honors, victories and achievements. Utilitarianism is present, while fame lasts forever."

Taylor frowned. "Why do you say such eloquent words?"

He turned his head to look at his friend. "Has Slaanesh taken over you?"

The girl pushed Taylor's face away. "That Eldar taught me that."

Taylor muttered. "Girls always develop strange friendships or enmities without my knowledge. Even the Emperor can't predict it."

"Maybe. Maybe fame and fortune are really good. Maybe victory and honor are as sweet as honey."

"But I believe that people don't live in this world for so-called other people."

"This world is so bitter, why do you still have to put on a heroic front and smile in front of countless people who are suffering just like you?"

Taylor looked at Guilliman's smile through the gap in his armor. That kind of shining and hot light like a star was not something a guy like him could emit.

His soul was as dark as his deeds.

Now, with Calgar to Guilliman's right and Sicarius to his left, the great Primarch proclaimed victory and precious peace to the world.

Taylor couldn't see any chance for Chaos to take action. To be more precise, even if Fulgrim himself came, he thought he would be chopped into pieces by Sicarius.

Taylor was quite optimistic about this, but he immediately remembered that the results of his optimism were not good every time.

Who knows?

He watched the parade with boredom, and Guilliman looked at him from time to time, as if asking if he should come up and accept his share of the honor.

Taylor remained silent, it didn't matter.

He is not Gotham City Batman, nor is he a great man. He just wants to survive.

But at the climax of the procession when nearly twenty Chapters declared their submission to the Primarch, Guilliman said.

"Actually, we are not the only heroes this time. There is also an ordinary soldier."

"He came from an obscure fortress world, yet he facilitated my awakening, defeated the invaders of Macragge, and survived the hell of Cadia."

"He is an honorary citizen of Macragge and a young officer of the Imperial Guard. I intend to bring him up so that he can be loved by the people."

Karga said. "He deserves it."

Sicarius thought. "Perhaps those things are too much for a mortal?"

Guilliman spoke. "So, I await him. If he wishes, now is the best opportunity. If he refuses, we will continue to sing the praises of honor as always."

Taylor licked the corner of his mouth at this moment, and then refused as a matter of course.

He doesn't want to embarrass himself.

But at this moment, a mysterious officer became the source of doubt for all the Macragge people present, including those from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar or the Ultramarines who came from afar.

The mystery was short-lived, however, as Guilliman, believing Taylor would not come, prepared to accept the Macragge Crown of Honour from an ancient tradition.

Taylor sensed something was wrong.

He drew his weapon, and slowly approached Guilliman. At the same time, an official holding a crown, a man in a rich robe, knelt on one knee and raised the crown above his head.

Guilliman took up the ancient, treasure-like crown, from the days before Macragge was brought into the Imperium by the Primarch.

It is the crown that belonged to the successive emperors of Macragge before the ancient Senate model of this world was established.

It is made of countless gems and gold, and is luxurious and full of magic.

The moment Guilliman put on the crown, the Lord of Macragge showed an expression of extraordinary joy.

Because he saw countless people in the empire praising his great achievements and building statues for him.

He saw the churches and statues that belonged to him, and saw that his great achievements, like his father's, would be remembered by the empire for thousands of years.

The taste of honor and victory is so deep in his bones that it makes him a violent warrior who makes billions of people serve his selfish desires.

It was a horrible illusion, yet a sweet illusion, he said painfully as Guilliman angrily took off the crown.

"Who are you?!"

At this moment, the official's body swelled up, becoming twisted and wide, bloody and terrifying.

A strange voice came from the man's body. It was a neutral and gentle, sharp but unrestrained voice.

It sounded like a young male, but with a playful glee.

Guilliman recognized the voice that burned so deeply in his heart. It was his fallen brother...

He said angrily. "Fulgrim?! How dare you harm me like this!"

The voice laughed sharply. "Refuse it. Countless kings and generals have lost in the pursuit of honor and victory. That crown has already revealed your future."

"If you wish to remain human, you must renounce admiration and honor. How long can you remain sane in these grotesque times? Roboute Guilliman!"

The official's body had expanded to its limit at this moment, like a blown-up balloon. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was about to explode.

But no one can stop it. If this explosion occurs, the Primarch himself and Calgar may not be hurt, but many mortals will suffer heavy losses.

This celebration would also become a complete tragedy of death, just as Fulgrim predicted.

All honors and achievements will become the opposite.

Guilliman angrily cursed his brother, but he was powerless to do anything and could only try his best to ask people to leave.

But the monster expanded faster, and after a few seconds it turned into a meat ball four or five meters high, obviously reaching its limit.

But at this moment, Frenstein crashed from the side, and the violent impact lifted the meat ball up like hitting a golf ball, throwing it dozens of meters into the air.

Fortunately, the thing wasn't heavy, so it exploded in the sky, turning into a scorching fireball that burned in mid-air, with only ashes falling.

Countless ordinary people were shouting and running in panic, and a stampede was about to occur...

Guilliman said to Ferenstein, no, to Taylor to be more precise, with anger and guilt, "Perhaps your choice is the right one."

"We failed, people are going to die here..."

But Taylor climbed out and said to Guilliman, "Don't listen to him, he's just a bastard."

"Keep this march going, and even if that guy comes a dozen times, no one will get hurt."

Now, for the first time, he voluntarily showed up and shouted to the frightened mortals.

"I am the officer who protected Macragge! And you have nothing to fear!"

"I can honestly say that nothing can hurt you!"

"Because the Lord of Ultramar is here, because the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman is here!"

(End of this chapter)