Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

Consul: ...

He really wants to swear right now.

How to put it...

It's like wanting to drag Ye Ming to the Palace of Pleasure, then throw him into what he calls "lumps of flesh," let those lumps of flesh have sex with him, and then let him entwine with snakes to experience what honor and beauty are all about, but because the plan is still being carried out, it can't actually be done!

"Haha, you're really joking..."

"No, I didn't, I wasn't joking."

Ye Ming's serious voice rang out, and the governor, who had just been smiling with his eyes narrowed, froze again, unsure whether to continue smiling or unleash his power to strangle Ye Ming.

"Ha ha."

The consul clenched his fist, but then released it.

"You do not understand what true honor is. Go and prepare for the parade, Your Excellency the Consul."

Ye Ming shook his head after seeing this, then turned and walked down the steps. This time, the governor did not follow, but simply clasped his hands together and quietly watched Ye Ming's back.

The special ornament he wore on his chest emitted a dark purple light, like a mirror reflecting the fiery red flames deep within Ye Ming's heart.

what--

Fugrim screamed from the endless void.

He saw young faces, dressed in tattered clothes and equipped with meager gear, fighting against an enemy ten times their size and better equipped.

He saw the light of faith within it, a light of faith distinct from that of emperors or the Four Gods.

Rationality, wisdom, determination, courage...

Just like back then...

Fugrim threw down his glass, his scream quickly turning into excitement.

He came to welcome his brother back, and only noticed Ye Ming because of Ye Ming's achievements.

He originally thought Ye Ming was just interesting and could serve as a bodyguard under his bed, but he never expected that Ye Ming would actually be such a rare and good toy!

"Very well, you desire honor and beauty, then let me give them to you!"

Fugrim licked his lips, then hugged and kissed the "lump of flesh" beside him, entwining and tumbling with it.

The governor, whom he controlled, also licked his lips before descending the steps to arrange the upcoming parade.

Ye Ming walked down the steps first, and from another corner, he saw the governor licking his lips.

That made him feel disgusted, and it also made him look down on Forgrim even more.

How to put it? As the original body, to be so disrespected and have one's past and present appearances denied, to be able to endure it is a kind of composure, but more so a kind of cowardice.

Fogrim, who is obsessed with the false honor, dreams, and desires brought by Slaanesh, is no longer the handsome man of the Empire who once raised the level of human beauty to a level higher than that of the Eldar, nor is he the pride of the Empire, nor is he the elegant and beautiful phoenix who, while bringing survival to humanity, still pays attention to the human spiritual world.

He is now nothing but an ugly, instinctive, and irrational piece of trash!

A monster that has succumbed to an ancient demon!

Just look at Raven King, who has mastered his own essence; the Primarch's potential is that of a demigod or even higher!

Forgrim's ascension to the demon prince was essentially a demotion.

To have turned someone who could have attained enlightenment and become a god in the subspace into a lower-level "Great Demon" is a complete loss no matter how you look at it.

After his body was possessed by a demon, Fugrim did not resist; instead, he joined in and enjoyed it...

It's no wonder the emperor looked down on him.

Ye Ming scoffed at Forgrim's probing, but remained vigilant.

Strategically despise the enemy, but tactically take them seriously.

Ye Ming did a good job in this regard.

He returned to his post.

This is a newly designated area where large numbers of farmers are working hard, contributing their efforts to the Astartes Space Marines they worship.

Although they considered their own strength insignificant, they were still willing to give their all.

"grown ups."

"grown ups……"

Ye Ming walked over wearing the Terminator power armor. Everyone who saw him immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed to him.

Ye Ming simply took out their lunch from the cart he had brought and handed each standard meal to the hardworking workers and farmers.

"Take a rest. Our home wasn't built in a day. A proper rest is necessary."

"Thank you, sir!"

The workers and farmers who received the lunchboxes bowed their heads in praise of Ye Ming, some even weeping, moved by his actions.

Ye Ming made no comment on this, silently distributing the boxed meals, then casually sat down on the bricks, watching the other people sitting on the ground as well.

They gathered in twos and threes, eating food that wasn't exactly delicious, yet they still managed to laugh and chat, sharing anecdotes from their work and lives.

"Otlamar is indeed a rare paradise in the empire. Humans should be like this; they are not machines, nor are they consumables."

"But our circumstances don't allow us to always do this."

A young voice sounded behind Ye Ming. Ye Ming turned his head and saw a squad wearing Astartes armor, but without any paint scheme.

"I am Darius Marius, the interim leader of the new recruit squad, reporting for duty with fifteen new recruits!"

Darius, the temporary captain of the new recruits, stood at attention and saluted. Behind him, the fifteen recruits who had once belonged to the Ultramarines also stood tall and proud, saluting their future commander.

"Welcome."

Ye Ming stood up. He was over three meters tall, a head taller than Darius in front of him.

He looked at the other person and smiled, "We certainly can't always be like this, but we can strive in that direction."

"The evil gods and aliens want us to kneel, but the Emperor's will and the Primarch's glory tell us to stand up and move towards the future under the Emperor's guidance."

"Join the team. We'll start regular training tomorrow."

Darius carefully considered Ye Ming's words and felt that this strange Grey Knight company commander might actually suit his taste.

"Yes, sir!"

……

For the next two weeks, Ye Ming led the newly formed company to begin daily training, and they strictly followed the integrated schedule for training and living.

Although Ye Ming disliked praying, it was something the Grey Knights had to do.

Each time, he would lead everyone in reciting prayers, but he alone did not emit any light...

After half a month of adjustment, these two new companies from different battle groups were able to merge. It's just that their paint schemes haven't been finalized yet, otherwise they would truly be a brand new battle group.

Two weeks later, the Victory Parade was held as scheduled.

A grand procession departed from Hera Fortress, circling Macragge along a predetermined route, all the while being broadcast live throughout the universe.

Ye Ming and his company were among them, and they completed the journey together.

At the end of the procession, they returned to the square of Hera Fortress to hold a special coronation ceremony.

Guilliman will be re-crowned as Lord of Alteramar and will once again plan the future and development of the five hundred worlds.

Everyone stood on either side of the throne, watching the surrounding crowd cheer and listening to them praise the Primarch.

Standing closest to them were Calgar, who had just completed his transformation; the Great Sage Kaul; the Living Saint Celestine; Marshal Amarrich of the Dark Templar; Grand Mentor Adric Wordos of the Grey Knights; and Judge Grefax.

Then came the Gray Knights, led by Ye Ming, as well as the company commander of the Extreme Warriors and members of various sub-units.

There were also some special people standing in front of the Astartes: the lords, nobles, and governors from Macurag and the surrounding star systems who had come to witness the ceremony and take their oaths.

Seeing this lively scene, many people felt their blood boil, as if they were seeing the former empire.

Their eyes were filled with hope; they knew that Primarch Robert Guilliman would lead the Imperium out of its predicament and usher in a new chapter for humanity!

After the ceremony was completed, the governor standing in front of Ye Ming took out a golden laurel wreath and prepared to present it to Guilliman.

Just as he took a step, Ye Ming suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulder, asking, "I wonder if you know—"

"And what about an ancient sage named Rellano?"

Archon & Fogrim: ...?