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Chapter 139 Meeting the Emperor is Coming!
The Mountain Array is essentially a magnificent space city.

A cathedral suspended in space.

The towering spires and arched bridges intertwine to form a complex architectural complex.

It is often described as a ship that is 'thousands of kilometers long, has a triangular cross-section, and is covered with weapons and sensor domes'.

The hull was covered with sturdy armor, and torpedo tubes and laser cannons stood at the corners.

It is a magnificent war fortress, the home world of the Fist of the Empire, and a symbol of the past glory of human civilization.

At this moment, the Mountain Array was anchored at the center point between Terra and Luna.
Serving as a sentinel in the world of Thrones,
Like an eagle perched in its nest, surveying its surroundings with disdain.

Various repair platforms and servo components are currently being used to repair the Mountain Array.

The bright arc of welding light resembled a cluster of shining stars.

The scars left from the battles in the Cardia Sector were truly shocking to behold.
Those wounds, any one of them, could destroy a battleship and tear it to pieces.

However, on the Mountain Formation, one can see many paths.
It is easy to imagine the power of the Mountain Array and the ferocity of the Battle of Cardia Fortress.

The closer Guilliman got to Terra, the more uneasy he became.

The void was filled with the wreckage of warships, some belonging to the Imperial Fist, others to traitors.

At the Mechanicus's central cleanup barges and recycling barges, workers are busy cleaning up and removing abandoned wreckage or remelting it.

The flames of war have already reached humanity's home planet, and the severity of the situation is beyond imagination.

In other areas, things are likely to be even worse.

The landing craft slowly entered Terra's landing trajectory.
Players crowded around the portholes, peering into the world of Throne.

Void fortresses and weapon defense platforms float in deep space, their dense cannons displaying terrifying destructive power.

Warships belonging to the state religion circle the throne world, and they are all shaped like cathedrals.

Magnificent sculptures of emperors and saints stand tall on the exterior of the warship.

The candlelight, burning day and night, illuminated the dim and cold interior of the church.

The hall, bathed in shimmering light, was filled with devout believers and ascetics prostrating themselves on the ground.
They brandished whips, lashing themselves violently, using their bloody wounds to demonstrate the emperor's supreme majesty and authority.

A massive number of surveillance ships patrolled continuously between the orbital space station, weapon platforms, and void ports.
They remain on high alert day and night, like a diligent swarm of bees guarding their hive.

Jujiro exclaimed, "Terra is Terra! What an outrageous defense system! Look at the size of those cannons, they're bigger than houses!"

Brother Zhong: "Why don't they build a shield that can cover the entire planet?"

Zhuge: "It's probably because the energy supply is insufficient, and the cost-effectiveness is too low."

War General: "Such a great empire has only one colossal structure, the Mountain Array. This is a disgrace to civilization."

"One day, we will fill Terra's void orbit with colossus warships."

Jujiro: "The last guy who filled Terra's near-Earth orbit with warships was named Horus."

"What's wrong with you? He's a War General, and so are you. Horus is the Emperor's most trusted son, and you're the Guide's most trusted player. Just because he's having a grand birthday celebration, does that mean you have to too?"

The conflicted person: "Guide: 'I woke up to find myself sitting on a golden toilet!!'"

Zhan Shuai: "Stop slandering people, you bunch of guys."

"........."

Caul, Celestine, and the others were completely oblivious to the Chosen Ones' absurd behavior, as if they didn't exist.

The sacrifices and struggles of the chosen ones on their pilgrimage have already earned their genuine recognition.

Therefore, as long as fundamental principles are not involved, they allow these chosen ones to do as they please.

Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, frowned slightly.
These so-called 'chosen ones' showed absolutely no reverence or respect for the Throne World.
Their gazes were more like those of someone surveying something new and interesting than someone on a pilgrimage.

A few guys would always reach out and tap his armor, wanting to see if the legendary Imperial Guard armor would make an echo.

They showed him no respect whatsoever for the commander of the Imperial Guard.

Some of the chosen ones still possess relics of the Imperial Guard that had long been confirmed to be lost.

Trajan really wanted to get those relics back from them.

He subtly tried to glean information from Sicarius and other Ultramarines.

Persistence pays off, and he soon learned that the relics in the hands of the Chosen One were found among the horrific piles of corpses when he passed through the City of Miracles.

The Chosen Ones possess a special ability to always identify the identities of the Imperial Guard corpses.

Even Sicarius and the other Ultra Warriors were completely bewildered just listening to it, unable to discern whose corpses were from the City of Miracles.

It is as if the emperor's will is attached to the chosen ones, and through their mouths, the names and deeds of the warriors who fought for them in the past are spoken.

"If you want those relics, you'll have to give more."

Sicarius admonished the commander of the Imperial Guard.

"Otherwise, they won't give it to you, and don't even think about using the emperor's authority to pressure them; that will only backfire."

"Believe me, the imperial favor they receive surpasses that of any of us."

"Even if one day the emperor orders them to replace you in guarding the palace, I wouldn't be surprised."

After repeated warnings from the Ultramarines, Thujan finally abandoned his determination to use his authority to force the Chosen One to hand over the relics.

But Trajan didn't believe the last sentence at all.

They have diligently protected the palace for ten thousand years, so what can those chosen ones do?
Could it be that those chosen ones could break through the nearly destroyed web and repair the Folly of Magnus?
…………

The landing craft slowly entered the final landing track, and the landscape of Terra magnified before the players' eyes.

Humanity's home planet has become a bloated giant.

Its natural resources were depleted in many young years.
The ocean dried up long ago.
As far as the eye can see, there are only dense urban buildings stretching to the horizon.

At the same time, it is also a bright planet.

A dazzling and vast waterfall of light radiates outwards from the surface of Terra.
Unparalleled colossal buildings and sculptures pierced through the heavily polluted atmosphere.
The spaceport's spires pierce the dark void.

Guiding countless artificial satellites, state religion preaching radio stations,

And the rise and fall of millions of transport ships.

The pilgrimage group was granted the highest level of passage.
Their ships passed through an atmosphere composed of dazzling light pollution and chemical smog.

We descended slowly along the complex of buildings in shades of pure gold, lead gray, and brass.

"The Eternal Wall Airport feels so oppressive."

"No wonder the guides didn't want Gothic buildings when rebuilding the city; there were probably just too many of them, and they were getting tired of them."

"Gothic architecture is suitable for religion; it is heavy and oppressive, and being in it will give you a sense of solemnity."

"The thickness and sturdiness of these buildings are so exaggerated that even if you threw a fat man or a little boy down there, they wouldn't be able to blow up a whole block."

"Terra is really big."

"How fierce must the war on Terra have been to turn such a world into ruins?"

"…………"

Players are giving their opinions on Terra's magnificent architectural complex.

The grandeur of Terra's hive city inevitably evokes memories of the brutal siege of Terra in the past.

The landing craft slowly descended until it reached the helipad of the Eternal Wall.

The airport was now under martial law, with a designated area cleared out specifically for the Primarchs.

Before the landing craft had even come to a complete stop, Qin Yun gave Xiling a task.

Story Mission: Parade
As you approach Terra, countless people eagerly await the Primarch's return. Please refrain from any disrespectful behavior during this solemn welcoming ceremony.

Rewards: 20000 Contribution Points, 500 Honor Points, 1500 Faith Points

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The players who received the mission were all stunned.

No one expected that there would be a mission even after arriving in Terra.

It's still a mission to complete the storyline.

"In short, the requirement is that players should at least dress like a human being when they are going through the story."

"You guys have done too many inhumane things in other games, the official team is panicking."

"It seems the authorities are scared."

"After all, the story unfolds in real time, unlike other games."

"This Terra Festival is definitely great publicity material. To achieve the desired effect, we have to assign tasks like this. Otherwise, if you guys just wore your underwear and let loose, wouldn't that be terrible?!"

The players discussed the matter while accepting the quest.

Then, the hatch slowly opened, and Guilliman stepped out.

A tremendous horn sounded simultaneously, like the roar of an ancient beast, deafening and echoing throughout Terra.

There was also a band playing, each member a master of music, summoned urgently to perform for the Primarch's arrival.

The air was filled with hymns of praise to the Emperor, sung in unison by a carefully selected group of members of the State Church.

The dignitaries of the State Council and the nobles of Terra rushed forward, bowing deeply in greeting.

Countless people who came from far and wide had already filled every open space in the airport.

They made the Eagle salute on their chests and roared their oath of allegiance.

The secretary and his attendant, bound inside the iron coffin, tirelessly recorded the grand spectacle before them with their quill pens.

Guilliman concealed the complex emotions within him.

Ten thousand years have passed since he last arrived in Terra.
At that time, Terra radiated the brilliance of hard work and ambition.
Now it has turned into a rotting corpse.

A bizarrely shaped, oppressive Gothic architectural complex.

The abnormally expanded industrial facilities, and the seemingly terrifying religious sites.

All of this went against his father's ideals.

The cheers were deafening.
After several days of anticipation, everyone in Terra knew that the Emperor's son had returned, and a new era was about to begin. Amidst the cheering crowds, Guilliman and his party boarded the viewing transport ship.

The Eternal Wall is quite a distance from the Throne Room.

Luxurious and extravagant super-heavy vehicles carried them through endless street networks and traffic lines, advancing along the grand avenue.

Numerous statues of imperial heroes stood on both sides of the road, along with countless spectators.

“Look, that’s Saint Gilles.”

"Riemann Russ".

"Is that the Sun Lord Markarius?"

Is that the City of Prayers?

"Is that Babu Fortress?"

"........."

The transport ship moved forward, passing many famous Terran buildings.

The players excitedly discussed everything they saw along the way.

Soon, the outline of the palace appeared on the horizon.

The magnificent palace, nestled in the mountains, gradually grew larger from a black dot, with the most striking feature being the star-shaped torch that emitted a brilliant light that pierced through the clouds and broke through the sun.

“Star Torch, that’s Star Torch.”

One player shouted excitedly, pointing to the beam of light at the edge of the horizon.
It shot into the sky and eventually disappeared into the depths of subspace.

The players all rushed over and lay down on that side to look at the Star Torch.

"Is this the star torch that allows ships to navigate in subspace?"

"It gives people a very reassuring feeling."

"It is already part of humanity."

"........."

"Holy crap, is this the palace?"

"It's so big, so magnificent!"

"Terra, Terra, we're here."

"Your Majesty, we're here! Let us give your bones a good oiling."

"Do you think there are any Imperial Guard kittens or the Three Musketeers under the Moon in the palace?!"

"Probably not. The official focus is on 100% realism, and the selling point is that players change the metaverse. They probably won't use those kinds of memes."

"Maybe it will be available once players unlock the Imperial Guard."

"........."

Trajan's lips curled up in a smile.
These so-called chosen ones, who claim to be most favored by the Emperor, don't seem to have seen much of the world.

They shouted and yelled when they saw the palace and the star torch.

The transport ship sped through the air above Terra and arrived smoothly at the towering palace gates.

It is carved with a scene of Saint Gilles battling a demon.

Saint Gilles once again banished the demon Khorne, Kabanda.

The survivors preserved this scene and etched it into the reconstruction to commemorate the sacrifice of the noble Primarch.

The transport ship landed.
From here, you have to walk to the throne room.

"The final battle of the siege of Terra must have taken place here, right? After that, it was the duel between the Emperor and Horus."

Zhan Shuai looked up at the towering steps and recalled the descriptions in the book.

Horus's army broke through the last walls and swarmed in.

All concepts about the front lines became illusions.

Only squads of warriors remained, engaged in a duel amidst the enemy's encirclement.

The battle lines were divided into millions of segments, and everywhere you could see two soldiers standing facing each other, swords drawn, refusing to let the rebels pass.

This was an order given out of necessity.

The Unborn have invaded the Sanctuary; the defenders can only hold one place.
Choose either the walls or the sanctuary.

In order to protect the emperor, Saint Gilles had no choice but to order a retreat.

An archangel stood guard at the entrance to the sanctuary, holding a spear, while refugees and soldiers poured into the sanctuary from both sides.

Before the gates of the Sanctuary, the archangel defeated the great demon Khorne—Kabanha, and then defeated his traitorous brother—Angron.

He was covered in wounds, his wings were covered in blood, and some parts were charred.

Some of his descendants who were surrounding him entered the sanctuary.

Some rushed to the battlefield to buy the last few seconds for the survivors.

After hesitating, Saint Gilles chose to return to the sanctuary.

He knew perfectly well that he shouldn't die here; there was a more important mission waiting for him.

Finally, the heavy door slammed shut.

The warriors and refugees outside were all abandoned and became targets for slaughter by demons and traitors.

Guilliman led the players up the magnificent ladder to the gates of the Sanctuary.

This was the last obstacle for the rebels during the Horus Rebellion.

Destroying the sanctuary would mean the complete fall of the palace.

Horus did not do that, or rather, the four gods merged the Soul of Vengeance with the Sanctuary in preparation for the final battle.

After the garrison withdrew to the sanctuary, the Emperor entrusted the duties of the Golden Throne to Macardo.

He then boarded the Vengeance Soul with Dorn, Sanguires, Waldo, and the Imperial Guard.

In the final battle, the emperor was just one step away from becoming a god.

The radiance he emitted instilled fear in the demons and traitors throughout the Terra battlefield.

If the emperor so desired, he could single-handedly slaughter all the undead and traitors.

In the end, however, he gave up for the sake of humanity, choosing to defeat the gods as a human.

The result was that Horus was defeated, the gods were banished, and the emperor was seriously injured and sat on the golden throne.

"The story of defending the city ends here; countless heroes have fallen." Jujiro sighed.

His personal visit to this place made him feel the weight contained in the words.

The palace has fallen, and everywhere you look, there are only lifeless people and traitors.

The loyalists of the empire had absolutely no chance of winning this battle.

Continuing to fight would only prolong death.

But they still chose to fight to the last moment, standing proudly here as human beings.

This is a terrible universe.
But humanity will never give up, and will never compromise.

Even so, every day of this race's survival is bought with blood and sacrifice.

They were also fearless and determined to fight the enemy to the last moment.

"The greatest charm lies in resistance in the face of despair," Zhuge deeply agreed.

Guilliman stepped up the ladder to heaven and entered the gates of the sanctuary.

Sicarius, Vordes, Grefax, and Celestine finally arrived in front of the throne room.

Twenty imperial guards stood watch here.

After the two sides formally announced their names, the head of the Guard announced that the Primarch was allowed to enter the Throne Room, but only the Primarch was permitted to enter.

"No!"

Guilliman's objection shocked everyone present.

“The sage should accompany me inside.”

The head of the royal guards shook his head. "I'm sorry, we are responsible for the security of the throne room. Only you are allowed to enter; that's the rule."

“If that doesn’t work, you can go in alone,” Qin Yun said.

Guilliman shook his head. "You are the Emperor's messenger and can interpret more information for me."

After his brief conversation with the Emperor using Qin Yun's abilities, Guilliman had truly felt the Emperor's power.

He alone could not possibly bear the cost of looking directly at the emperor and communicating with him.

He needs Qin Yun to share the burden.

"As the Regent of the Empire and the Emperor's son, I demand that you step aside," Guilliman said firmly.

"I'm sorry." The leading Imperial Guard shook his head. Although he was apologizing, he gripped his halberd tightly, his muscles tense, clearly ready to strike.

"Are you going to betray the Emperor?" Guilliman repeated each word slowly and deliberately, making the guard's face instantly turn ugly.

As the situation was about to deteriorate into a stalemate and confrontation,
Vodeth and Trajan established secret communications, revealing some of the secrets of the Chosen Ones.

Trajan's expression was solemn. Finally, he stepped forward and said, "In accordance with the Primarch's will, let this saint go in as well."

When the commander spoke, the imperial guard bowed and slowly stepped back, making way for him.

The distant chimes rang out.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the doors to the throne room opened silently.
The misty vapor billowed out like a waterfall, flowing down the steps.

Golden light emanated from within, making it appear incredibly sacred.

Guilliman and Qin Yun stepped inside and saw the emperor sitting on the golden throne.

(End of this chapter)