Chapter 382 Savior: Brother asked you to get on the highway, it’s stable, everything is stable!

Among the stars.

The image of the Primarch of Hope constructed by countless warships covered the entire airspace, giving people unimaginable shock.

This kind of oath of force is also extravagant and wealthy.

After all, there aren't many people in the galaxy who can mobilize so many warships just for a show.

At least the Savior's purpose was achieved.

This scene will be deeply imprinted in people's hearts and become a rare and magnificent scene in human history.

in view.

The light spots of the battleships constructed the figure of the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne, so majestic and sacred, overlooking all existence.

It makes people worship it.

Finally, the light spots changed again, forming the majestic image of the Regent holding the Emperor's Sword high in the air, emitting the wrath of a storm.

This is the current leader of mankind, the Lord of Ultramar and Regent of the Empire - Robert Guilliman!
Inside the bridge of Macragge's Glory.

Regent Guilliman's head was buzzing. He had gone through so much trouble to come to Baal to provide support, but in the end he could only catch up with the celebration after the end of the war?
He didn't know how the war was won.

But the current situation was clearly beyond his imagination, and no matter how he analyzed it, he could hardly find the factors for a quick victory.

The scene before him made the Regent feel a little distressed.

The Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet was so short of manpower that it wished to save any warship or resource.

Yet the ships were idling for show, blasting precious ammunition into the void, just to create a festive atmosphere.

"The wasted shells alone are enough to fight a skirmish..."

Guilliman thought so.

For a moment, he even wanted to stop these performances and ceremonies and put an end to this extravagance and waste.

But reason told him that all this was necessary.

Humanity does need such a victory, such a celebration.

"The person behind the fleet must be an excellent commander." The Regent sighed as he pondered the trajectory of the warships.

It is extremely difficult to use a fleet to quickly and accurately construct a picture in space.

Even if he were to command it personally, it wouldn't be that easy.

If there were such a commander within the Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet.

You will feel much more relaxed.

The regent was already secretly thinking about the fleet commander.

Guilliman looked at the dazzling planet of Baal and such a magnificent spectacle, and couldn't help but smile. The wrinkles and fatigue between his brows disappeared.

Regardless, it is something to be happy about and celebrate.

Perhaps this is what human beings are supposed to be like.

"so good……"

Guilliman ordered the Macragge's Glory to approach Baal and prepare for landing, while he admired the planet's current appearance.

Not long after, new communication requests came in.

hum~
The virtual image is projected in the air, showing a huge picture.

The tall figure of the Primarch of Hope and the Savior appeared in the sight of everyone on the bridge. At this moment, he was wearing dark gold armor embellished with refined gold, looking quite imposing.

Because the victory celebration was held across the vast territory of the empire.

Ron didn't quite dare to wear the golden armor that imitated the emperor, as it was a bit too ostentatious.

I’m worried that many people won’t be able to accept it.

What's more, he has to receive the Guilliman brothers this time.

If he stood there in the appearance of an emperor, it would probably give people the feeling that brothers have become father and son, which is really a bit contrary to the Tiangang style.

Not quite right.

"Brother Ron!"

When the Regent saw the Primarch of Hope, he immediately smiled.

It was a smile that came from the heart.

However, he noticed Ron's serious expression, and immediately stopped smiling and regained his dignified look.

This was a public live broadcast of the first meeting between the Primarch and the Regent on Baal.

Available on all public channels and more.

After a series of greeting etiquette procedures.

"Your Excellency, Regent, I hope that the Primarch and the Savior have followed your plan and arrangements to achieve victory over Baal."

Ron said in a serious tone: "Now I invite you to come to Bal and test this victory!"

After saying this, Guilliman almost couldn't hold it anymore.

Ah, I planned this great victory, how come I didn't know about it? !

But given such a formal occasion.

Guilliman kept his composure and began to praise the Primarch of Hope and the warriors for their unparalleled achievements and dedication.

Brother Ron is cautious in his actions, and he must have his own purpose in doing so.

No matter what, I should cooperate with him first.

Even so, the admiring looks from everyone and Felix, and the corny compliments coming from all over the public channel, made Guilliman feel a little hot on his face.

The current regent has become more wise and capable, and has a sense of invincibility that allows him to win battles from thousands of miles away.

He just felt a little ashamed and just wanted to end this difficult situation quickly.

However, that is impossible.

Guilliman still had to follow diplomatic etiquette and continue the call with the help of the priest.

He hadn't had such a difficult conversation in a long time.

In fact, Ron himself was also helpless.

He is now in a superposition state of high profile and low profile. In the absence of the Regent, he hopes that the Primarch must come out to maintain the situation.

Giving people hope with an unstoppable attitude.

But if you do this, you won't be able to hide anymore, as it will definitely attract more attention and bring more danger.

There needs to be a balance here.

In other words, he cannot overshadow the Regent.

Otherwise, the Primarch of Hope and the Savior would become the number one enemy of Chaos and the Aliens in the galaxy, causing those enemies to divert their firepower concentrated on Guilliman to this side.

At that time, he would suffer continuous critical hits.

Ron is self-aware and feels that he is not as tough as Brother Ji, especially when facing those veteran Fallen Primarchs.

Moreover, the sacred tower and related defense systems in the Savior's territory have not been completely covered and have many loopholes.

What if the main battlefield of the galactic chaos shifts to this territory?

That's it.

Especially the possible plague war in the future.

Although the Sacred Tower can defend against chaotic evil energy, it is difficult to prevent plague germs. At least Ron doesn't have much confidence now.

What's more, he had witnessed firsthand the impact of large-scale epidemics on order.

Even if it can be handled.

The suspension of work and production during this process is also a huge loss for the territory that is undergoing large-scale development.

The plague carefully developed by Father Nurgle is even more mysterious. It not only makes humans and animals sick, but also corrodes food, land, and building materials, affecting all aspects.

That will completely affect his farming development.

After the Battle of Baal.

Ron found that he had been in the spotlight recently, overshadowing the Regent, and all kinds of random eyes were peeking at him.

So he has to keep a low profile.

This is why the scene just now happened, and a lot of information was also released into the subspace as a smokescreen.

He knew Brother Ji's personality. If he talked to him directly, he would probably be rejected. It would be better to just make the matter a done deal.

The Lord of Ultramar and Regent of the Empire is wise and brave. Let him continue to carry the banner of the leader of mankind.

Just develop carefully and support silently behind the scenes.

Finally, the complicated and tedious courtesy communication ended, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The Regent then boarded the landing ship and flew to the surface of Baal.

He had to test this victory as Brother Ron had instructed.

……

Barr.

The divine light bathed everything, and flags of victory were hung everywhere.

The crowd waited anxiously for the arrival of the Regent.

Under the expectant gazes, the huge figure of pure gold and azure blue stepped onto the land of Baal, and everyone bowed to salute.

The Regent felt pleased to see those unique and vibrant buildings and the white artificial angels that were constantly scattering petals in the air.

This is the unique style of the Savior's territory. It is not as dark and gloomy as the Empire, but more simple and bright.

"This is better than that damn thing on Holy Terra."

he thought so.

Especially these little angels, they look so cute and warm, unlike those nightmare-inducing cherubim in the Empire.

Perhaps, this is the style that humans should have.

The Regent came to the Red Council Hall and met with many chapter leaders and high-ranking nobles of the Empire. He patiently communicated and chatted with the crowd.

The empire's historians and painters recorded this historic moment.

After these tedious ceremonial meetings, he was finally able to meet alone with the Primarch of Hope, his good brother.

In a private reception room somewhere.

"Brother Ji, I finally waited for you!"

Ron looked at the Regent who had finally arrived, a smile on his face.

In such a private setting, there is no need for the brothers to be so restrained.

Hearing this affectionate name, Guilliman couldn't help but smile on his slightly tired, solemn face like a relief.

He quite likes this affectionate name.

The Regent despised those who claimed to be gods, and he also didn't like people worshipping and being too afraid of him. On the contrary, these affectionate names made him feel more like a living person.

Rather than a symbol.

"Brother Ron!" Guilliman strode over and gave him a warm hug.

This was the first time the two had met in real life, and emotions were surging inside them, and there was nothing wrong with being enthusiastic.

Ron then explained the necessity of the previous call.

Guilliman had no objection: "It is absolutely correct for you to do this, it will be more helpful to the situation!"

As the regent of the empire, he should lead the way in resisting the attacks of the enemies of the empire.

Moreover, he also hopes to protect his brother Ron from the wind and rain. He has helped him enough and he cannot let him bear more difficult responsibilities.

"I'm afraid Nurgle will make some big moves in the future..."

Ron warned seriously: "Their target will be Ultramar. Perhaps you should take precautions in advance. Mortarion is ready to set a trap for you."

"Those corrupt cowards are always thinking about destroying the empire, but evil will never defeat light. I will crush their plots one by one!"

The Regent nodded, full of confidence.

Over the years, Chaos heretics, xenos, and corrupted primarch brothers have been attacking him.

He has long been used to it.

Ron didn't say anything more, he believed Guilliman knew what was going on.

What's more, the situation in the galaxy has changed a lot because of my arrival. Even if a plague war occurs, there will probably be a lot of changes. I can only take more precautions.

After talking about these.

Guilliman told Roan about the difficult situation of the Indomitable Crusade.

The Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade is in danger of being besieged by Chaos at its front in the Nebulous Sector.

The war in Baal is over.

He was eager to replenish his strength and then rush to the battlefield in the Misty Star Region.

The Regent is always like this, never stopping.

Ron frowned slightly:

"Hiss~ Your army was besieged by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's fleet and demons in the Hazy Segmentum?

This is a bit troublesome..."

Abaddon seemed determined to defeat the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade, hoping that this victory would redeem the dismal results of the previous thirteen Dark Crusades.

In this way, the influence of the Eye of Terror on the Hazy Star Region will become even greater.

Abaddon fought thirteen dark expeditions and fought for ten thousand years before he finally broke through the Cadia defense line at the doorstep of the Eye of Terror.

If we win this time, we might launch the 14th Dark Crusade and attack Holy Terra directly.

This must be guarded against.

The empire is now in a state of disarray and the situation is complicated. A plague war could come at any time, and many other threats are approaching.

Precarious.

Guilliman looked at his good brother eagerly, hesitating whether to seek support.

However, before he could speak.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Ron took out a list and shoved it in the Regent's face, saying proudly: "I was thinking of providing you with some support before, and I didn't expect it to be used so soon."

Guilliman looked at the list, trembling all over, almost overwhelmed by surprise.

The support on that list was so rich, covering government processing software systems, equipment vehicles, fleets, logistical supplies, webway routes, and so on.

These are the things he needs most.

The more important resources include:
Government support team and data technology priests who provide software technical support.

Two large Titan clusters, including ten Emperor-class Titans and more than thirty Warmaster and War-Admiral-class Titans.

Support from three large fleets of the Savior Territory.

More importantly is the support of the webway routes provided by the Savior Territory.

Guilliman looked at the information about the Webway, his hands trembling and the sound of his heart beating so violently that it could be heard outside his body.

The huge surprise made it difficult for this Primarch, who had experienced countless storms, to control himself.

That was a good thing that even his father desired but ultimately failed and never got!

The Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet's long front made support extremely difficult. What it lacked most was high-speed routes to buy time for combat.

Now, Brother Ron has solved this problem for himself!
Guilliman looked at the support and felt an immense warmth in his heart, as if all his fatigue and burdens had been lifted.

This brother must have been thinking about his own difficulties.

Finally, he no longer had to struggle alone, but could fight side by side with his brothers.

There were traces of tears in the eyes of the Regent, and he gave his primarch brothers another warm and powerful hug.

"We are all brothers, there's no need to be so polite..." Such enthusiasm made Ron's bones rattle, and he was caught off guard.

In fact, he felt a little embarrassed, because it was Guilliman who had always been standing at the forefront of the Empire, taking the beating and attracting fire.

I can't help much.

Now that we have some spare energy, it is only right that we provide some support.

In the subsequent chat.

Guilliman mentioned a commander who was in charge of the battleship performances and admired his abilities.

He had some secret thoughts.

If that person does not have an important task.

He hopes to second the other party and let it participate in the war in the Misty Star Domain, which will definitely bring more chances of winning.

"Ah, you mean that boy Voladi?"

Ron casually flipped through the support list and pulled out Voladi's information: "He happens to be on the list of support personnel. I was thinking of asking him to learn from you."

He said carelessly: "This kid is not bad, just train him!"

At this moment, Voladi was still on the bridge directing the battleship's light show.

He was the savior who arranged the performances on stage for the annual meeting on a whim.

The excitement in the audience had nothing to do with him.

The commander was a little disappointed. He thought that the Savior didn't think highly of him, so he didn't let him lead the clearing of the remaining Leviathan tentacles or perform other tasks.

Instead, they arranged this kind of performance task which was not difficult. It would be almost the same if the commanders of other fleets were assigned this simple task.

Little did he know that he was about to follow the Regent to a new battlefield.

"With the addition of this outstanding commander, I am more confident in the war in the Misty Star Region!"

When Guilliman heard Ron's words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was very surprised.

He couldn't wait to see the other party, and wanted to get to the front line of the battlefield as soon as possible.

"It will take another two weeks for the support and routes on the list to be ready. By then, the high-speed network route will definitely allow you to reach the battlefield area faster."

Ron seemed to have realized something and said confidently.

He just didn't believe that after sending the First Fleet of the Indomitable Expedition onto the Internet Expressway, Brother Ji would still be late.

Ron raised his hand and gently patted the somewhat agitated Regent:
"Anyway, Brother Ji will stay in Bal to participate in the victory celebration during this period of time and have a good rest!"

He felt that this guy needed to take good care of himself and rest.

As a Primarch, Guilliman actually had thinning hair, wrinkles, and dark circles under his eyes.

It's like I've never slept before.

Although it was impossible, he was still worried that Brother Ji would die suddenly one day.

After the small talk, the victory celebration will begin.

Today, the route from Baal to Baal II is crowded with ships, and people are heading to the celebration site on Baal II.

……

When Roan and Guilliman landed on Baal, the magnificent hymn was already resounding across the entire planet.

This square, which occupies half of the continent, is home to many statues that are as tall as mountains and reach the clouds, with a golden sun and a statue of the Savior that is more than ten kilometers high in the center.

The sword-like building that the statue holds in both hands is a monument engraved with the names of heroes.

At this moment, the foot of the statue of the Savior was crowded with people from the empire who came to watch the ceremony.

Boom boom boom——

Large slow-release fireworks rose high into the sky, like one sun after another, completely lighting up the sky that was blocked by the ships.

Let the whole continent be bathed in golden light.

As the ceremony bell rang, the Regent and Primarch Hope arrived at the scene in a huge flying vehicle.

The huge virtual image created by the projection machine on the aircraft is so clear and sacred that everyone can see it.

Accompanied by the priests' prayers, the Regent and Primarch of Hope mourned the heroes who died in the war.

At the end of the memorial service, the Regent gave an inspiring speech to the crowd, which further aroused people's hope.

When the speech reached its climax, ten Emperor-class Titans, more than thirty Warmaster-class Titans and War-Admiral-class Titans entered the venue, leading powerful Imperial Knights and armored forces.

They all wore banners of honor.

The roar of the orderly footsteps almost made the earth crack, and every step stepped on the hearts of the crowd.

Over the past ten thousand years, there has never been such a sacred and huge army in any grand ceremony of the empire, especially with the appearance of the Titan God Machine.

Shocking to the extreme!

In fact, Ron had the ability to make the scene even bigger.

But that's a bit exaggerated.

And it might reveal too much of your strength, so it’s better to be conservative.

What's more, transporting those things back and forth is also a burden on the territory's tight transportation capacity.

Even so.

After this scene was projected onto the empire's territory, it deeply shocked people all over the empire. Many humans saw the magnificent Titan machine for the first time.

These hideous and terrifying war machines actually give people a greater sense of security.

"Fear, all Chaos, aliens and heretics. The thunderstorm will descend upon you. The fire of human revenge will not stop until every enemy of humanity is burned out!"

The regent's face was as solemn and resolute as a statue as he uttered the last words:

"Celebrate, people of the Empire, the light of hope has arrived, the suffering of mankind will dissipate, and we will finally prosper!"

After a brief silence.

The cheers of the crowd shook the sky, and the joy and excitement spread to all parts of the empire.

Baal's brilliant light and celebration make it a dazzling presence in the galaxy.

It's not just the Imperial humans.

Many chaotic beings were also attracted and cast their eyes here, silently planning and preparing something...

(End of this chapter)