"This was the spirit humanity ought to have: vigorous mass production, sweeping development, and no fear of ghosts or monsters."
Amid the roar of voices, Ron looked down over the crowd below, gazing at the waving flags, and felt deeply gratified.
Humanity's spirit was different now. They no longer cowered before the Warp, but dared to challenge it.
Even mortals were the same.
Especially the mortals in the Warp Colonization engineering teams.
They had undergone stricter training and adaptation, greatly strengthening their willpower, and even their physiques were far better than ordinary people's.
"The Fire of Hope will be lit."
"Perhaps this is what humanity truly looks like—"
Guilliman, Rogal Dorn, and the other Primarchs also felt humanity's will, and could not help but sigh with emotion.
Humanity's spirit and will at this moment was exactly what The Emperor, their father, had hoped to see.
They had cast off ignorance, their wills firm, fearless and unafraid, daring to declare war on the abominations and evil spirits of the Warp, daring to face any challenge!
"Humanity is strong enough to face the Warp. They are no longer a weak race in need of protection."
In a corner of the enormous plaza, The Emperor looked at the cheering crowd and felt the spirit and will of the people, his eyes slightly moist.
This former Master of Mankind rarely showed such emotion, but this scene truly shook him.
The legacy he had left behind had been carried forward by The Savior and his Primarch sons, even surpassing what he had imagined.
This was the true Imperial Truth.
"If humanity had possessed such will ten thousand years ago, perhaps the Imperium would never have entered that long darkness and suffering.
"Or perhaps it was precisely my concealment that made humanity fear the Warp more,