"What happened?"
The changes in the distant void made Guilliman and the other Primarchs' hearts jolt despite themselves, and they looked up.
They were somewhat doubtful. Fluctuations of this magnitude were about the same as fleets exchanging fire.
But when they cast their gazes over, they saw the Savior's vast, heroic image.
The golden Savior Statue, formed of fire and light, stood in the void and looked down upon the Galaxy. How majestic and sacred it was.
??!
Seeing this, Guilliman and the other Primarchs were instantly a little numb.
And it was not only that star sector. Similar virtual images were rising in many more regions, accompanied by giant space fireworks.
In the human star sectors outside the Silence Zone, they were all launching giant space fireworks or lighting up fleets to form image after image of the Savior or the Imperial Aquila. It was extraordinarily lively.
Only then did they suddenly realize that the space outside the Dreamer was drifting with countless banners, long since turned into a scene of celebration.
Rumble—
Fireworks erupted in this region of space as well, lighting up the void and projecting the mighty images of the Savior and the Primarchs.
They were specially made Celebration Torpedoes, releasing intense light and patterns in the void with power no less than any shipborne cannon fire; they could be seen even across dozens of star sectors.
The energy consumed just to launch these Celebration Torpedoes was no less than fighting a space war.
This would have been an unimaginable expenditure in the past, but the Savior was just that extravagant. People had even gotten used to it.
The New Imperium lacked none of these things.
"Has the Victory Celebration begun?" The Primarchs and the others realized it belatedly, and they could not help smiling.
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