Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

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 fermentation, everyone in Terra knew that the Emperor's son had returned, and a brand new era was about to begin.

Amidst the cheering crowd, Guilliman and his entourage 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.