Chapitre 70: Chapter 61
Star system of Nocturne, the planet of Nocturne...
The planet was on a state of maximum security and readiness as the primarch Vulkan pulled the personal battleships of the Salamanders legion out of the starbases floating on the soace of tha Nocturne star system.
On deck of a starbase, Vulkan was standing there with a warhammer at hand as rows upon rows of Salamander chapter space marines and it's successor chapters was seen standing in silence with their breathing the only sound that can be heard.
Each of them has a specialized weapon on their hands, ranging from a flamer, to bolters, and many more other weaponry available to them.
The different colors on each of the power armors was temporarily repainted to the standard Salamander legion color scheme.
Rows of towering men in green power armor with their chapter master at the forefront standing still like a soldier as they waited for Vulkan to speak.
At their surroundings are people going back and forth from one place to another. From slaves to servitors carrying all sorts of boxes some painted with words "explosive" some with "ammunition" and many more. Included in these stream of people are the duo of Luke and the clearly abused figure of Anakin or rather, Mr. Starkiller.
They're carrying boxes with different contents in them. Some has bullets for the bolters, some is fuel for flamer, and many more. They're going to be helpers for the Imperium on this battle by being, a slave, a lapdog who'll do anything ordered because they want to keep their lives.
There are also a myriad of transport vehicles such as fork lift like vehicles carrying bigger boxes, trucks with long cylindrical metals that looked like a torpedo, and many more.
The number of space marines here exceeded a thousand easily as their complete number can easily break through the ten thousand mark.
As the warhammer on the shoulder of Vulkan was brought to the ground, it hit the solid ground creating the loud sound of a concrete getting destroyed.
"My father, the Emperor has changed the way of how things work on the Imperium. You should have known it by now, yes?" Vulkan started to speak as the pillar like space marines didn't even blink when he started to walk around.
"He's started focusing on progress and innovation which I myself think is the most appropriate field we should focus." added Vulkan as he slowly walked back and forth, observing his legion in front of him.
"And to do this, we must eliminate the opponent once and for all!" shouted Vulkan as he stopped in the middle and slinged his. warhammer back to his shoulder.
"Sally forth and end the enemy once and for all! Unto the flames of battle! Into the anvils of war!" Vulkan shouted on top if his lungs as he raised his warhammer on the air.
The space marine immediately saluted as they made their feet form a 90 degree angle with their weapons on the shoulders.
"Into the fires of battle, unto the Anvils of War! Terra Invicta! Long live Vulkan!"
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Macragge, realm of Ultramar...
Macragge, the origin. planet of the Ultramarine legion of the great Prime Lord, Roboute Guilliman.
The most prosperous planet of the eastern sector, filled with the Dark Age of technology. Cool gadgets, mesmerizing scenery, and many more. Such a planet can be considered as the pearl of the east for this simple reason.
This planet was the most affected with the previously announced innovation oriented approach of the Emperor. The Macragge was slowly turning into a great sci-fi and medieval esque planet as the reforms hit this so hard it increased trade by a large margin compared before.
Currently, Roboute Guilliman was on a staging grounds in the planet as the square was filled with people, wanting to see what's the matter as the live broadcast was immediately cut off after the sudden interruption so the people don't know what's the occasion and why Roboute suddenly ran back here.
Rows upon rows of Ultramarines including their successor chapters lined up perfectly as the sound of the winds can be heard. Though some may have somehow have developed hate to Guilliman because of what he did, he's still their primarch, a kin. They're ready to set aside any hate whatsoever the moment he need them.
Roboute Guilliman had his hands in the handle of the Emperor's blade on his waist as he observed his sons with pride.
The blue color of the power armor of the space marines stood out as people who surrounded the plaza was mesmerized by such a thing.
This is the very first time they saw the entirety of the Ultramarine legion collectively standing as one on one place with their Primarch at the forefront. It felt like they're witnessing the times of the pre Horus Heresy once more.
"I have no time for useless speeches. I'll only tell you two words. Courage and Honour." Roboute folded his arms as he started speaking.
Some space marines felt nostalgic as they saw this words being uttered once more by their primarch while they're complete was going to only happen on their dreams but now it's totally happening.
The space marines suddenly moved and saluted as they shouted their war cry.
"Courage and Honour! Terra Invicta! Glory to Roboute!"
The ground shook before their shout as the eardrums of the normal people surrounding almost exploded.
Roboute Guilliman just nodded and walked to the transport ship ready to relay him to his flagship, Macragge's honor.
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From all directions, space marines was gathered, battleships formed the largest battlefleet ever mobilized eclipsing even that of during the great crusade.
As tens if not hundreds of millions of ships formed a literal gigantic line that it looked like a gothic designed nebula from a distance to an unsuspecting eye.
The Bucephalus and Imperator Somnium at the very fore front with the Flamewrought and Macragge's honour at its sides and on their back followed the Phalanx, a blackstone fortress, the Speranza who's capabilities are that of shooting literal black holes to its enemies with some time affecting shieldings and has time like its bitch, Black ships carrying millions of psykers, and many more others.
It sallied forth as they spread out to cover the whole galactic theater, ready to end this war once and for all.
By the war they fell, and by the war they shall rise again. Ten thousand years ago the Imperium fell from its grace after a grandiose war against the forces of chaos. Ten thousand years later they shall rise once more after this war.
The cycle will finally be complete...
If democracy ends with an applause then dictatorship ends with silence, the eerie silence of the countless dead bodies, debris of spaceships, and a cracked world...
Meanwhile on some dimension, the spirit of the Dark Side and the Dark side itself was preparing to enter the plane of the dead as this plane of the dead was something impossible to be entered due to the existence of the soul harvester.
They'll make use of the soul harvester to descend to reality and possess someone, preferably Darth Vader to rush in and fight against the Emperor.
"Are you ready?" asked the glowing star which the spirit answered by nodding as they stepped inside the rip in space and immediately got sucked out to reality as they felt their bodies descend on reality.
The moment they opened their eyes, they're on the soul harvester's container. Seeing this, the two of them laughed with sinister behind it as they got ready to wreck havoc.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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