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Chapter 152 Death Guard Typhon's Company Champion

They considered the number eight auspicious and publicly condemned Sinai.

Saint Gilles quickly went through all the events in his mind, and in an instant, he understood why the Second Prince was giving him more and more blessings.

"hiss"

Saint Gilles, having figured it out, gasped in shock.

"Damn, this weasel can't treat me like someone who has entered the Chaos and turn against me, can it?"

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The thought popped into Saint Gilles' mind.

But Saint Gilles quickly dismissed the idea.

"I almost forgot, the weasel should also know about this traditional culture, and perhaps Old Man Huang can still feel some nostalgia for it."

Saint Gilles smiled, shrugged, and stopped thinking about those things, instead preparing for the important ceremony to come.

This ceremony originated from an idea of ​​Saint Gilles.

In the Taiping Starfield, the planet Colkis was designated by Saint Gilles as the imperial capital of the Qin Empire.

The originally terrible environment here has become more pleasant and less harsh thanks to the environmental transformation of San Gigliotti.

Outside the Qin Palace, the three Primarchs, Saint Gilles, Luo Jia, and Angron, dressed in magnificent power armor, stood solemnly atop the city wall.

Below the city gate was a dense crowd, a dark mass stretching as far as the eye could see. Cheers and conversations mingled into a buzzing background noise, flags fluttered in the wind, and countless cameras were all around.

This day marks the founding of the Qin Empire.

Saint Gilles stepped forward, his voice amplified through the loudspeaker, resounding throughout the entire venue: "Today, the Great Qin Empire is officially established! The Great Qin Empire will protect every citizen of Great Qin, for the sake of the eight hundred worlds of Great Qin! Long live the people!"

As Saint Gilles finished speaking, a thunderous roar of applause and enthusiastic shouts erupted from the crowd.

The cheers erupted like a tsunami, deafeningly loud: "For the Great Qin Eight Hundred Worlds! For the Empire! For the Primarch!"

People waved their arms, and shouts rose in waves, lasting for a long time.

Following the founding oath, a grand military parade took place, with orderly formations, roaring tanks, mortal auxiliary troops, space marines, and countless armies and weapons being reviewed below the city walls.

Every Qin citizen watching the parade beamed with pride, while other parts of the human world watched the grand ceremony via live broadcast.

The ceremony finally ended smoothly in the afternoon.

Afterwards, Saint Gilles returned to the palace with his two brothers.

Not long after, Angron received news that filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He exclaimed, "Brother, it seems we've met a brother!"

Angron's voice was somewhat excited; he was looking forward to having a new brother.

"Hmm? Have you detected a signal that resembles the Primarch? Where was it detected? What's the situation?"

Saint Gilles raised an eyebrow slightly, asking Angron for details with some curiosity.

"It was a world whose surface was shrouded in mist and covered in deadly poison. Our people did not explore it in depth, but only gained a basic understanding of it."

Anglong explained slowly.

Upon hearing Angron describe it as a world shrouded in mist and poison, Saint Gilles immediately thought of a certain gas canister—no, it was Mortarion.

He is a Legion Champion under Primarch Typhon, the Lord of the Death Guard. (Funny.jpg)

After jokingly criticizing his brother in his mind, Saint Gilles decided to go there himself and help him get revenge.

The reasons behind Mortarion's hatred of the Emperor are also quite unfortunate.

The yellow weasel's emotional intelligence is really too low. If he had any emotional intelligence at all, he wouldn't have made Mortarian hate him and feel that he stole his credit.

As for Sanguis's method, it was much simpler for him: Mortarion hated the warp and despised psionic power. More accurately, he envied and loathed the power of the warp and psionic energy.

"Yes, let's go there ourselves and welcome our brother."

Saint Gilles nodded slightly and addressed Luo Jia and Anglong.

Luo Jia and Anglong did not refuse Saint Gilles's proposal; they were quite looking forward to this new brother.

The three then boarded the spaceship and used the warp engine to traverse warp space, heading towards Mortalian's homeworld.

"Hopefully, this subspace journey won't send us back decades or years."

Saint Gilles gazed at the chaotic scene in the warp outside and made a joke to Angron beside him.

"Then by then, our brothers will most likely be in their infant form."

At this moment, Angron was nothing like the Butcher's Nail Angron from the official history who only knew how to chop and hack. Instead, he took over the conversation and joked with Saint Gilles.

As for Luo Jia, he was not included in this list. At this time, Saint Gilles did not know exactly what Luo Jia was doing. Saint Gilles only knew that he seemed to be writing something.

However, Saint Gilles didn't want to pry too much into his brother's personal hobbies, as long as he didn't succumb to chaos or turn against humanity.

Saint Gilles' warships sailed in the warp under the cover of the Geller Field.

Before long, we will reach Barbarus, the homeworld of Mortalian.

A deathly world with an extremely harsh environment, where deadly toxins permeate the atmosphere and the surface is shrouded in thick smog, allowing almost no sunlight to penetrate.

The remaining humans could only eke out a living in the low-lying valleys, while the higher mountain areas were ruled by brutal alien warlords.

However, this planet has no modern technological civilization, only primitive warfare and slavery, plus the psychic power of aliens.

Poor Mortalian was born on this planet and, somewhat unlucky, was adopted by the most powerful alien warlord, Nikar, and kept in a tower from a young age.

He endures the toxic air every day, but it is precisely because of this suffering that Mortarian's endurance has been honed to be far beyond that of ordinary people.

However, it was also because of this experience that Mortalian developed an extreme aversion to anything related to psionic energy.

However, at this moment, Saint Gilles was unaware of what kind of storyline Mortarion was currently in.

Saint Gilles just hoped it wasn't some kind of subspace encounter, and that he'd seen the yellow-skinned Emperor Dream.

If you see this, it means that Mortarion has successfully turned against the Emperor, and has sown the seeds of future disloyalty.

"I hope there won't be another Mortalian Rebellion, so I can collect all the loyalist cards," Saint Gilles silently wished.