Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 260 Arrival in Macurag
The Imperial Guards, supporting themselves with their halberds, knelt on one knee, and the ultimate beings cried out in unison, "We beseech our lord—the lord of humanity!"

Lord of mankind, what a great name!
Upon hearing the cries of the Imperial Guard soldiers, the people of Makula felt a surge of eager anticipation, a desire to see their true forms.

Who is this person who commands a golden-armored warrior, seemingly straight out of mythology, to serve as their master? In this dark age of human depravity, this person is known as the "Lord of Humanity."

Humans stood on both sides, behind the human wall formed by the guards, craning their necks on tiptoe, each with different eyes fixed on one direction.

A burst of light erupted from the belly of the landing ship, paving the way with golden rays, and a sun displayed its unparalleled brilliance.

The darkness was dispelled, the gloom vanished, and the confusion faded away; the crowd knelt down in unison.

All was silent, not a sound could be heard.

The people of Makula knelt on the ground, for they saw the embodiment of the Makula faith—reason and strength.

The Lord of Mankind was bathed in divine light, and the golden radiance took on a physical form.

He holds a lightsaber pointing to the ground in one hand, symbolizing the humility of power; in the other hand, he holds aloft a golden scale, signifying that justice is above all else.

Wow~~~
The sea of ​​people receded like a tide, and the people saw the embodiment of faith in the Lord of Humanity.

In their minds, an unquestionable and unforgettable figure was etched: the ruler of mankind, the Emperor!

"The Lord of Humanity—The Emperor!"

The first person uttered a soft cry, and then the cry gradually spread, merging into the sound of surging waves in the sea of ​​people:
"The Lord of Humanity—The Emperor!"

Those who witness his radiance weep with joy, and those who are looked upon by him are filled with gratitude and immense honor.

A tall, robust man, displaying extraordinary wisdom, wore a golden laurel wreath symbolizing glory and a pure gold-threaded silk robe, looking down at the crowd with a warm smile.

The emperor walked barefoot on the blue carpet, symbolizing that the glory of Makulag paved the way for him, and that the land submitted to his majesty.

The crowd was captivated by the moment; some fanatics even kissed the floor, tears streaming from their eyes as they cried cautiously.

The Lord of Mankind stood on the carpet, but instead of taking a step forward, he stopped on the blue carpet.

He is waiting.

What was he waiting for? With this question in mind, the crowd looked up at the clear sky, where another landing ship descended.

This landing ship is different again; its streamlined hull is decorated with ornate patterns, and its side is marked with a laurel wreath and gladiolus, symbolizing an indomitable spirit.

Two teams of soldiers emerged from the aircraft, their styles completely different.

The white-armored warriors were slightly shorter, their reflective white armor adorned with gold patterns, both magnificent and pure.

They held high their banners, blue flags with golden gladiolus and laurel wreaths, their steps perfectly synchronized, chests out and heads held high with pride and extraordinary bearing.

The black-armored warriors were solemn and dignified, their martial prowess and otherworldly presence symbolizing power and slaughter.

The leading warrior also held aloft a large banner, but it was jet black with scarlet markings embroidered on it.

The markings were unlike anything seen before, resembling both symbols and characters, displaying various extraordinary meanings, mysterious and profound.

Although the two groups of warriors differed in height and skin color, it was not difficult to tell from their ranks that they shared the same status and honor.

Huh~!

With a low growl, the golden-armored guards rose from the ground, and the procession continued forward, reaching Guilliman and Yotton, making room for the honor guard behind them.

Such a grand procession would move even ladies deeply influenced by court culture.

“Guilliman. Your father and brother are truly remarkable.” Yodon didn’t hold back his praise; the admiration in his eyes was palpable.

Guilliman straightened his back, a slight smile playing on his lips, and replied with a hint of smugness, "They are the lords of mankind, the kings of warriors, and the merciful ones."

As the honor guard lined both sides, two tall figures stepped out of the landing ship, exuding remarkable personal charisma.

A man clad in white ceremonial armor, the armor adorned with magnificent patterns and ancient inscriptions of victory declarations, marking every battle his master had fought.

Although I don't understand the details of the battle, every character in those footnotes represents glory and greatness.

The man, clad in such magnificent armor, slightly raised his chin, his handsome and majestic face radiating a soft glow. As he walked, he exuded an aura of power, as if a war god had descended to earth.

The other person had an unusual appearance, with skin as black as charcoal and eyes as red as blood, making him terrifying at first glance.

Although his appearance was terrifying, the aura emanating from the black giant was reassuring, reliable, and reassuringly safe.

The black giant wore a dark green robe, revealing half of his muscular chest, and wore a kind smile on his face.

The moment the two people wearing green laurel wreaths appeared, the crowd erupted in excitement.

The people couldn't help but compare them to Guilliman, and found that the three giants shared a remarkably similar temperament. Two of them walked behind the Emperor, and the three of them, with synchronized steps, marched toward Guilliman amidst cheers and applause.

Doom's face was solemn, though he disliked such formal occasions, he had to observe etiquette at this moment.

The ceremony must be solemn and all details related to the ceremony must be respected.

The ancient sage Prima, the forger of life, said that all rituals in the real universe, including elaborate rites and minute steps, possess power.

Because solemn ceremonies and etiquette, in a certain sense, represent the order of the real universe, and order possesses power.

In contrast to order is the chaotic disorder of the subspace.

Even in the chaotic warp, there are certain aspects that require adherence to order, the most prominent example being the Chaos Ritual.

The chaotic forces were disorderly and frenzied, and the Chaos Gods longed to shape the subspace within their hearts, which was essentially a yearning for order.

Chaos and order constitute the real universe and the subspace. They are twins, relative to each other and mutually dependent.

The presence of important figures in ceremonies, in certain occult aspects, effectively strengthens the power of the real universe.

The extraordinary man walked on the carpet, with Doom and Vulcan following behind the emperor, one on each side, lifting the long hem of his robes for him.

The choir sang softly, welcoming the Lord of mankind with their sacred and ethereal voices. Petals fell from the sky, and gentle incense filled the square.

The emperor's advisors and eager chroniclers came out of the landing field to record this great moment.

The Lord of Humanity has once again found a son in the vast and boundless Milky Way.

At the end of the carpet, Guilliman knelt on one knee, joined by other senior Macurag executives.

Looking down, Guilliman saw a pair of bare feet appear before him, and his heart pounded like a drum.

His body trembled slightly as he prepared to punish the radiant light.

The emperor's expression was solemn, his face devoid of joy or sorrow. He looked down at Guilliman, who was kneeling on the ground, and gently raised his hand, opening his palm.

Two imperial guards immediately stepped forward, one kneeling on one knee and holding up the antique wooden box with both hands.

Another person opened the wooden box, took out the green laurel wreath that symbolized honor and triumph, and placed it in the emperor's palm.

Those who followed the emperor closely then noticed that the Lord of Mankind had a burn mark on his right palm from gripping something scalding hot.

The Emperor did not look at him again. He picked up the laurel wreath and held it above Guilliman's head for a long time without letting it fall: "Robert Guilliman."

The Lord of Humanity whispered, calling the name of his genetic offspring, calling his son long lost in the galaxy:
"Guilliman, my son, the continuation of my bloodline. In the name of the Lord of mankind, I bestow upon you supreme glory, the power to conquer all, and the authority to rule the stars."

Having said that, the Emperor gently put down the laurel wreath in his hand, letting it slide down Guilliman's blond hair and settle on his head.

The crowd erupted in cheers; they had no doubt that Guilliman was indeed the son of the Lord of Mankind.

The King of Macragge was born extraordinary; all his inexplicable supernatural abilities have finally been explained today.

Having inherited the bloodline of the Lord of Mankind, he should do so well.

Doom keenly noticed the subtle changes in the crowd and felt a slight sense of regret about the shift.

Humans always like to find a reasonable explanation for everything.

All of Guilliman’s previous achievements were no longer pure at this moment, but were tainted with “taking it for granted”.

He is the son of the Lord of Mankind, and it is only right that he should do so; otherwise, he would be unworthy of his great bloodline.

This is the mindset of most ordinary people.

Guilliman is the son of the Emperor, so he is destined to be powerful, and everything he does stems from his bloodline.

Doom, however, disagreed, saying that Guilliman had done a great job personally.

The vast cities of Macragag and Altramar would be completely different if Ruth or other Primarch brothers were there.

During the brief standoff, he had witnessed Guilliman's anger, which was fiery and extremely aggressive.

But as we can see, Guilliman used reason and philosophy to bury his anger deep inside.

There's also a little funny story.

As Doom stepped out of the landing ship, his gaze swept over the flags hanging around the square. The white "Ω" symbol on the blue flags was particularly eye-catching.

Ruth encountered a spaceship from Macurag in the warp turbulence.

(End of this chapter)