Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

The smoke and flames of war on the sky slowly dissipated, and the crimson dust settled.

The scene no longer focuses on the brutal battle, but instead looks back to a deeper level.

Let's go back to the time when the human empire had not yet split and the emperor's will still shine like the sun across the galaxy.

【The Great Expedition - the most magnificent epic of the human empire, and also the nightmare that the Chaos Gods least wanted to mention】

The starry sky began to rotate.

The panoramic view of the Milky Way slowly unfolds, with countless points of light twinkling in the darkness. Each point of light represents a conquered planet, and each nebula records a war that has come to an end.

Around the 30th millennium, the human empire rose from the ruins of Terra.

The emperor himself lit the torch of reclaiming lost territory.

The scene cuts to the next frame.

One after another, silver-gray warships sailed out of the Martian dock, their hulls so large they could block out the light of stars.

Inside the porthole stood Imperial Guards clad in golden power armor, the double-headed eagle insignia on their breastplates gleaming brightly under the starlight.

The fleet was so large that even the star map could not fully contain it; the bridges stretched like mountains; and escort ships, transport ships, and landing craft formed hundreds of thousands of formations.

Every flight path shines brightly, pointing straight to the deepest part of the Milky Way.

The purpose of the Great Expedition was simple and pure.

[Reclaim the homeland lost by humanity in the Dark Ages, unify the galaxy, establish a permanent human order, and allow mortals to once again stand at the pinnacle of civilization.]

The sky flashed by, depicting a scene of an expedition.

Expeditionary fleets cleaved through the subspace channels, descending upon a world overrun by aliens.

The landing module's hatch swung open, and the Space Marines poured out like a silver torrent.

The roar of the bomb gun tore through the air, and the power sword drew a sharp blade of light.

The planet is burning, the aliens are in defeat, and humanity's flag is raised anew on the ruins.

With each planet we set foot on, we rebuild order.

Every time a hostile force is eliminated, humanity regains an inch of living space.

With each planet reclaimed, the empire's territory expands an inch.

Every alien species eliminated brings humanity a greater chance of survival.

This is the Great Expedition—no compromise, no mercy, only conquest and purification.

In the scene, hundreds of thousands of mortal soldiers followed closely behind.

Engineers rebuilt fortresses from ruins, colonists cleared land, craftsmen restored ancient technological relics, and priests erected an imperial statue in the center of the new city.

The human world, which had been separated for thousands of years, was reconnected by sea routes.

The industrial world resumed production, the agricultural world had a bumper harvest, and the furnaces of the foundry world kept burning day and night.

The human map of the Milky Way is being pieced together, unified, and ordered at a speed that spans the sea of ​​stars.

In that era, "Space Marine" was the most prestigious title.

The Astartes Legion is the sword in the Emperor's hand and the guardian deity in the hearts of all mankind.

The scene cuts across the battle flags of various legions.

The emblem of the dark angel's wings burns in the darkness?

The inverted Ω of the Ultra Warrior is as solemn as a bell.

The Death Guard's skull helmet remained as silent as iron.

The wolf armor of the Space Wolf reflects light on the snowfield, the fortification armor of the Steel Warrior remains motionless, and the battle blade of the Son of the Emperor has an elegant and eye-catching paint job.

Each legion has its own tactics and pride; they are different blades, yet they all point in the same direction—the future of humanity.

[Countless comrades-in-arms, with little disagreement among them.]

They were true comrades-in-arms, brothers in arms. They could rely on each other in battle and share a drink when relaxing.

Countless legends have been told about the Great Crusade, but the most dazzling one will always be Horus Lupecal.

Horus's figure reappeared in the sky.

This time, it wasn't a ferocious figure amidst ruins, but rather a commander standing in the flagship command room of the expeditionary fleet, clad in simple yet heavy armor, facing the star map, his gaze sharp as an eagle.

Beside him, the fleet commanders stood solemnly, the air filled with awe and trust, and everyone regarded him as the epitome of victory.

He was the Emperor's most trusted son, the genetic prototype of the Shadowmoon Wolf, and the most distinguished commander in the Great Crusade.

Wherever his fleet went, aliens trembled in fear, and humans lined the streets to welcome him.

The screen flashed across several battles commanded by Horus.

He personally led the stormtroopers into the orc royal court, shattering the skull of the giant orc overlord with a powerful punch.

He stood on the walls of the liberated capital, receiving cheers from the people, as the sun slowly rose behind him, gilding his figure into a golden monument.

The emperor regarded him as a source of pride, appointing him "War General" and entrusting him with full command of the Great Expedition.

At that moment, Horus was the mortal being closest to godhood.

In the sky, the emperor's hand rested on Horus's shoulder armor.

Horus knelt on one knee, head bowed, his gaze focused and resolute, responding to trust with actions alone.

It was a transfer of power, and also a transmission of will.

However, the pinnacle of glory is also the starting point of downfall.

No one knew that the wheels of fate had begun to turn from that day onward.

The screen suddenly went dark.

The shadows of the subspace spread deep within the star map, and crimson rifts tore through the void like wounds.

The whispers of chaos traveled across the bridge, seeped into the warriors' dreams, and swirled in the Primarch's mind.

The War General is the empire's shield, and also the totem the Four Gods most want to shatter.

They waited tens of thousands of years, and finally found the perfect prey in the Milky Way.

[Irebus, a notorious bastard]

[They tricked the War General into entering the temple, setting him up for a trap.]

Chaos awakened the long-standing cracks within him.

After leaving the temple, the War General was no longer the same War General.

On the celestial canvas, Horus's gaze began to change.

Her eyes, once as clear as stars, were gradually shrouded in gloom.

Even his usually composed lips drooped slightly, revealing an indescribable weight of pressure.

Ambition and resentment intertwined in his heart.

He has changed.

The Great Expedition has failed at this moment.

The foundation of Glory has begun to crumble.

The bond of trust has quietly broken.

Former brothers have now become each other's most feared shadows.

This expedition was no longer a torch for conquering the stars, but rather a breeding ground for rebellion.

When Horus stood beneath the walls of Terra's palace, raising that warhammer long since corrupted by chaos...

The torch of the Great Expedition has finally been extinguished.

The dawn of the galaxy was plunged into ten thousand years of darkness with the first shot of betrayal.

But people will not forget the Great Expedition, nor will they forget that era.

Even if they later became traitors, even if they bore eternal infamy... those who experienced it firsthand, when looking back on that period, would utter the same words.

That was a truly proud era.

Chapter 81 The Evil Big Data

Another night sky has ended.

But the scenes from that great expedition, like a red-hot branding iron, are deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people around the world.

A fleet of warships blotting out the sky, a silver-armored legion surging like a tide, fighting on the battlefield, weapons clashing, and warriors drinking and laughing together...

The spectacle was in no way inferior to that of the Stars or the Holy Empire.

The existence of emperors even inspires a sense of aspiration in humanity, uniting us all to strive for the same goal.

Because of the content before Skyfall, most people felt that the Warhammer world was a real cesspool.

But looking at it now, this cesspool was once glorious.

Unfortunately, it failed.

After the glorious period ended, the vast empire fell into a quagmire.

The glory and splendor of that moment were truly awe-inspiring.

All I can say is that the Great Expedition truly lived up to its reputation as an era that even traitors felt proud of when they looked back on it.

—Star Trek World—

Kirk stood in the middle of the bridge and let out a long sigh.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Captain, what are you thinking about?"

Kirk's gaze remained fixed on the sky.

"I'm thinking about Horus. When he stood beside the Emperor, he must have thought he was doing the most right thing in the entire universe."