Chapter 292

This true grand ceremony was held in Magna Macragge City, the largest city and capital of Macragge.

This city crouched beneath the seven high mountains carrying the Hera Fortress, between the towering mountains of Macragge, and had been the most prosperous city among the nearby star systems as early as ten thousand years ago.

And ten thousand years later, this city is a magnificent, sacred, and huge city in the Ultima Segmentum.

Those Roman-style buildings had stood on the surface of the planet since ten thousand years ago, stubbornly burning in this dark galaxy like the embers of ancient times. Although they could no longer become a lighthouse, they still allowed people to see the remnants of the glory of the Great Crusade era.

This city had also not just stopped in the glory of the past during the ten thousand years. Under the planning of the Ultramarines and the rule of generations of governors, the city had been expanding in an orderly way. The newly built arches, pavilions, and domes shone in the bright sun of Macragge, and the small gardens covered by glass between those marble buildings were as crystal clear as dewdrops.

All of this stood on both sides of the broad road. The straight Ultramar Avenue was like a sharp sword shooting out from the Titan Gate, passing through the Lion Gate, piercing through the Angel's Arch, and reaching directly beneath the steps of the Hera Fortress.

Those historians chosen by Guilliman were always curious about the urban planning of Magna Macragge City.

For example, why would the Lion Gate and the Angel's Arch be built on Ultramar Avenue, the widest avenue in the city?

Lions and angels are indeed common imagery in the Empire, but if combined with Ultramar Avenue, it is hard not to make people believe in Lion King El'Jonson and Archangel Sanguinius... Could it be that the two Primarchs visited Macragge ten thousand years ago?

In addition, a renowned historian also discovered a marble slab engraved with "The Fire Dragon's coffin rests here" in an area of the city half-buried underground... Could it be that the Fire Dragon Vulkan also visited Macragge? Why would that Perpetual have a coffin resting here?

However, it was a pity that the historian who discovered this matter was attracted by a piece of information in the hands of Inquisitor Greyfax, declaring that he would leave Macragge to find traces of history in more distant star systems.

This made the historians sigh repeatedly, and what was even more sigh-worthy was that the maintenance work of the Ptolemy Library had not yet ended, and Chief Librarian Tigurius was always soaking in it, carrying out restoration work day and night.

But soon, the sigh of being unable to restore history was covered by the excitement of witnessing history.

Never had so many chapters visited Macragge.

These chapters came because of Macragge's call for help, and were surprised to learn the news of the return of the two Primarchs on the way.

Finally, at the beginning of the recovery of Ultramar, they arrived at Macragge and were able to participate in the grand victory parade that followed.

Several sub-chapters of the Ultramarines arrived almost in full force; they were tearful because of the return of their gene-father and swore allegiance.

The Dark Angels and Raven Guard sent small delegations to visit Macragge to confirm the authenticity of the Primarch's resurrection.

In addition, there were Space Wolves, White Scars, Black Templars, and more and more chapters also visited Macragge one after another.

Even the Blood Angels, those Blood Angels stationed on Baal, also came.

Historians circulated privately that it was the great power of Saint Doraemon that made them cross the Great Rift...

These historians and chroniclers also endured their fear and asked the Astartes who came to visit about history.

Some chapters were relatively friendly, and after knowing that they were appointed by the Primarch, they briefly stated the history of their chapter.

Others, such as the Dark Angels' refusal, carried threats; the Space Wolves laughed loudly and demanded they drink a cup of Fenrisian mead first before saying; the White Scars looked like they could not speak the local Low Gothic and High Gothic of Macragge; the Black Templars never left their ship, the *Sigismund*.

As for the Blood Angels... some historians could not help but cast their gaze toward the high platform not far away, looking at Mephiston, the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, who was exuding a cold aura.

This was precisely the leader of the Blood Angels; his skin was as pale as a corpse, and his hair was white rather than gold, simply as terrifying as a ghoul.

Even the boldest historian dared not approach, and among the Blood Angels brought by him... there were Flesh Tearers and new chapters that inherited the name of the extinct chapter, the Blood Knights.

The reputations of these two chapters were somewhat ominous.

Mephiston obviously noticed the gaze of the historians; he smiled gently and nodded to the historians.

Those historians were instantly scared stiff on the spot.

Zhou Yun, standing beside Mephiston, could not help but have his mouth twitch slightly.

Mephiston did his best to maintain the gentleness of his smile, but at least from Zhou Yun's perspective... he smiled a bit terrifyingly.

Mephiston's shoulder pad had also been painted blue, meaning that now he was also one of Zhou Yun's twenty-two Dora-Chosen.

Zhou Yun ran to Baal during this period and saw Dante. Thinking of the scene when he saw Dante, Zhou Yun could not help but shiver.

Dante sat in the Crimson Council Chamber, among the mountains of paper piled up layer upon layer, his face withered, not like an Astartes, but like an old man about to die.

The Blood Angels, according to Sanguinius's orders, began to expel the Tyranid swarm in the Red Scar sector, recovering those worlds that had once been abandoned.

Dante therefore had to bear a large amount of complex government and military affairs. When Zhou Yun rushed over, Dante had not left the Crimson Council Chamber for more than a week.

Zhou Yun expressed his concern about this and instantly gifted the High-Efficiency Pill of the same style as Guilliman's.

Then Zhou Yun took away several sub-chapters of the Blood Angels from Baal, and in addition, there were some refugees from Ashford, most of whom would receive training to become soldiers of the 184th Regiment.

"My Lord, the selection for the Doraemon Chapter is basically completed." Mephiston said while watching the victory parade being held before him.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and followed Mephiston to cast his gaze forward.

Although the two Primarchs, Dante, and even the entire Ultramarines and Blood Angels, and even Zhou Yun himself had become busy.

But clearly, being busy had its benefits; everything was getting better.

The Red Scar and Ultramar were being recovered, the Ultramarines and Blood Angels were recovering their power from ten thousand years ago bit by bit, the two Primarchs had also returned to the world, and Zhou Yun had obtained the support of the entire Ultramar... even he had just received news that the ships transporting supplies for him had also happened to arrive in Macragge's orbit at this time.

Zhou Yun looked up and gazed.

The void ship engines in the sky were burning with raging fire, as dazzling as dozens of stars. In any world, it could be called covering the sky and blocking the sun. No matter how many suns there were in the sky of that world, there was a fleet transporting goods for Zhou Yun inside.

And on Macragge, millions of mortal troops had already assembled on this planet, tens of thousands of war machines accompanied them, and the vibration produced together even made the city's avenues vibrate slightly.

As the light of the star gradually climbed to the mountainside of the firmament, cheers began to resound in every corner of the city.

That was the coalition army composed of millions of mortal troops, tens of thousands of war machines, several magnificent Titans, and thousands of Astartes entering from the Titan Gate, passing through the Lion Gate, and stepping forward.

Saint Celestine flew high in the sky, singing sacred songs in her mouth, several chapters waved their own battle flags and followed closely behind, and Cherubs sprinkled sacred incense.

Countless sounds of praise rang out, praising the great Lord of Ultramar.

The only thing that made them feel regret was that Sanguinius was still fighting on the front line and had not rushed back for the time being.

Of course, what they did not know was that this was part of the plan of Zhou Yun, Guilliman, and Sanguinius.

They were creating space for Fulgrim to make a move. After all, Sanguinius now had an Anywhere Door given by Zhou Yun and could return to Macragge at any time.

A platform carved from a single piece of marble, filled with various statues of Guilliman's achievements and words of praise, slowly appeared under the traction of war machines.

Roboute Guilliman, standing on the high platform, was wearing the blue and gold interlaced Armor of Fate, his golden hair swaying with the wind, his gaze as majestic as a tiger, seemingly even taller than usual.

With his appearance, the enthusiastic atmosphere in the city reached its peak.

"I am the Lord of the Ultramarines, I am the ruler of Ultramar, I am the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's most excellent son."

The magnificent and solemn voice rang out from Roboute Guilliman's mouth, deafening:

"Whether mortal or Astartes, be full of hope! Because I have returned!"

Guilliman's voice made all the mortals and Ultramarines present tearful and cheering loudly.

But the words "the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's most excellent son" made the descendants of other Primarchs frown slightly.

Deep in their hearts, they recalled the evaluations of Roboute Guilliman in the chapter records.

Ambitious, the Primarch with the deepest city and the most ambition, even his brothers could not see what was in the deepest part of his heart.

Now it seems, this evaluation might be correct.

Even Roboute Guilliman himself was dissatisfied with "the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's most excellent son" in the mouth of the person on the stage.

"This sentence was superfluous." Roboute Guilliman, standing beside Zhou Yun and hiding his figure by leaning on the Blind Spot Star, said.

"You old thing, this sentence won't affect your evaluation either." Zhou Yun smiled lightly twice and said: "And performing a bit more arrogantly makes it easier for Fulgrim to lower his guard. Isn't this what we discussed in advance?"

Saying this, Zhou Yun calmed his heart and turned his gaze to "Roboute Guilliman" on the marble high platform...

He slowly opened his eyes, and his whole person had turned into "Roboute Guilliman" wearing the Armor of Fate on the high platform.

Zhou Yun could not help but move the tongue in his mouth; he already could not help but show off his singing voice in front of Fulgrim.

He must let him see what a true Noise Marine is!

(End of chapter)