Solar Star Field

Holy Terra Sync Orbit.

Mountain Formation

Distant rays of sunlight passed over the ancient planets, illuminating the towering window lattices and tall pillars of the mountain-lining's majestic corridors, casting narrow shadows on the floor of the hall with its many honors and coats of arms.

This Miracle Flying Fortress is so large that with the current manpower of Imperial Fists, it is practically impossible to completely cover every area, and empty is the most common adjective for most unenclosed areas.

The sound of the metal soles of the power armor stepping on the ancient marble floor rang out from far and near, causing a low ripple in the hall.

"An action that is too hasty with just a few words will not be a wise choice for the sons of Dorne." Thor Galaton said to the warriors who had come with him.

Two Space Marines walking and talking in the hall had white hair, while the other had shaved his short hair to the center of his head.

They are all tall, muscular warriors who combine the beauty of exquisite genetic creations with an astonishing and unique momentum.

Both men were dressed in bright yellow power armor, their foreheads glittering in the reflected sunlight, clenched black fist markings and countless medals of honor displayed on their armor.

"Perhaps, but the few words or foreshadowings that all the prophets, think tank brothers, and astral whisperers of Terra and the rest of the Imperial realm have seen lately, and that the great and venerable fathers of our might be returning, are too obvious and numerous to be suppressed or ignored, and you cannot deny it, Galaton."

"I have also received many reports from different sources, and this is indeed a fact that cannot be denied, Brother Lessand." Galaton is not a die-hard man, and it can even be said that Galaton, who has been Leshande's deputy for a long time, is well aware of the personality and style of the other party, so he is more worried about what will happen next.

"But there is also a very clear omen." Galaton said. They walked out of the hall and walked together along the kilometer-long corridor of honor.

This vast and towering corridor is flanked by the honors, battle memorials, drawings, trophies, and statues of great heroes of the Order of the Fist of the Empire over thousands and even thousands of years, and this glorious historical monument is now equally empty, except for the occasional scavenger who passes by according to a set program, or the servo skulls and brass angels who hurry by.

"Grey Steel." There was a cool, fanatical hatred in Lysander's voice, and the energy contained in it could almost burn the planet to ashes. "MOST OF THE OMENS APPEARED, GOLDEN EAGLES OR FISTS LYING IN A STEEL CELL. There is no doubt that you and I both know what this combination represents. ”

"Blasphemer! The presence of filth! He spat a few words out of his mouth in a way that chewed the words with his teeth, "Iron Warrior! ”

"Yes." The helmets of both company commanders were attached to magnetic locks around their waists, so that Galaton could see unsurprisingly and apprehensively the faces of his comrades that swept over the faces of his comrades and filled with the things of Lysander: too strong of memory, hatred, and anger. "Whatever the final outcome of this matter, it is clear that it is inseparable from those criminal traitors."

He placed his hand on Lessander's shoulder armor in a somewhat appasing gesture, "Brother Lessander, if you insist on leading your fellow monks in the direction indicated by the Omen, then let the Emperor and Dorne guide you, and do not let the anger and hatred of the enemy blind you and affect your judgment as a commander. ”

"That's natural, Galaton." The first company commander seemed to regain his composure, "I'm not going to give them another chance, all they can have is destruction and death." ”

——

On the other side of the Milky Way, in the Far East.

The waterfall originates from the snow-capped mountains of Hera's Crown in the distance, and rushes down from the ridge, stirring up a beautiful rainbow from the pale white clouds as the mist stirs up and the clouds rise in the forest.

The dense alpine fir forests around Hera Fortress are covered in the color of the early morning sun with a golden moss green, white marble with gilded, silver steel beams and crystal glass to form a vast number of towers, corridors, ribbed domes and flying buttresses, and the fortress monastery of the Ultramarines towers high above the majestic mountains, overlooking the squares, cities and security facilities that stretch for tens of kilometers below, and in the distance, the azure sea of Lychem Bay shines in the sunlight.

It's not pilgrimage yet, so there are no pedestrians on the way up the mountain, and the winding black winding mountain path looms among the tall cedar trees.

Designed and overseen by Genogen Robert Killeman 10,000 years ago, this beautiful and magnificent fortress of wonder has been the place where every generation of Ultramarines has been recruited, trained, lived, and set off.

Varo Tigris, the chief think tank of the Ultramarines, held his staff and walked along the stony ground that had been trampled by countless predecessors to the palace of the War Leader, where the Guards of Honor in Eagle Helmets saluted him in turn, and the Chief Think Tank Master duly saluted him in return.

The gilded bronze door to the Warlord's room was open, and Tigris walked in, Manius Augustus Calga was sitting on the throne in the center, and the current owner of Macurag, the Warmaster of the Ultramarines, was watching the man who walked in with his still intact human eyes.

"Tigris," the Warlord's voice was as firm and powerful as his own, but there was no sign of delay, "you're here to report on the latest developments. ”

"Exactly, my lord." The Chief Think Tank Curator walked up to the throne and saluted Karga, "The prophecy given to me by the Emperor Tarot and other runes has become clearer. ”

"Good news indeed, Varro." His warband leader stepped down from his throne and motioned for the Chief Think Tank to follow him.

They walked through the gilded bronze glass doors of the Warband Commander's Sanctuary and along the outdoor balcony promenade to the observation deck at the end of the building.

"I must say that I thought I would report this to you in a more formal place, my lord."

Karga stared at the blue waves in the bay, "It's good here, so as not to leak the news and let people see my gaffe." Then he turned, "My two hearts have been pounding since this morning, Varro, tell me your prophecy as it is." ”

The chief think tank saluted almost gracefully.

"In a land of the living and betrayal, the brotherly bond will once again be the choice of the Golden Crown."

The Lord of Macurag's brow furrowed tightly, "What does this mean?" Varro? Can you interpret it a little more clearly for me? ”

"There is also a picture that comes with this prophecy, my lord," the Chief Think Tank's tone was very soft, as if in a trance the recounting of a dream of colorful bubbles that could be shattered at any moment, "and the face of the father of our genes—who will come to fight with us when the end of it all. ”

Wail......

I'm going to say sorry to the Fist of the Empire first, because I'm really not that familiar with the internal details of the Fist of the Empire's Mountain Formation (after all, I only have 1 brain and 24 hours, you can't expect me to know everything about every race, do you (old face)), some very specific information, to be honest, it's not easy to find, because the Fist of the Empire, I always took it for granted that it was a fairly mainstream and informative group, until I found out that there is a regiment called the Black Orcs (crossed out) Black Saints...... Well......

I can only say that there are some places where the description is written directly according to my intuition, please new readers don't take it too seriously, if it can arouse your interest to read some original materials it would be great (you)

Then the jaw hurts and falls, and all you see is the musloquy of the contemplative.

See you after six!

(End of chapter)