Armor Shift, Shaking the Universe

Collins, the Prime Minister of Byzas, stood nervously before the walkway, awaiting the arrival of the extraterrestrial visitors.

As the representative of the Byzas Governor's throne, he was particularly concerned about the extraterrestrial visitor's identity, status, and behavior.

This marks the first official visit from an extraterrestrial Imperium of Man since humanity was separated from itself by Warp Storm.

Just like these magnificent and powerful aircraft, what they seek is not some kind of diplomatic action.

Instead, it was submission.

The sound of the turbo engine is slowing down.

After releasing the gravity restraints from his body, Fulgrim stood up and surveyed the people inside the cabin.

Of course, he also held Kasgar very tightly beside him.

If she weren't wearing such tough full-body armor, Kasgar might actually like it.

Unfortunately, his face came into close contact not with anything soft, but with the pair of gleaming golden Imperial Eagle on the front of the Fulgrim breastplate.

Kasgar and it made eye contact.

Damn it, the Imperial Eagle are ruining my plans again!

"Let me reiterate one last time: we are here for a peaceful resolution."

"No private duels are allowed."

She emphasized, giving the eager Sons of the Emperor a glare.

His name is Serius.

The guy's expression instantly fell apart after hearing those words.

"Also, Apothecary. Do not take samples of human tissue for research without the permission of the local residents."

"Yes, my lord."

As for the object described in the last sentence, Melusine simply nodded.

Judging from her expression, she clearly wasn't going to listen.

With a slight tremor, the rear hatch of the Firebird opened.

"Alright, we should go down now—"

Fulgrim suddenly changed her mind.

"No, you all go down first."

Her bright purple eyes curved into a beautiful arc as she smiled mischievously.

A bit of an interesting dramatic effect.

This has always been one of Fulgrim's favorite things.

Sunlight from the clear Byzas sky shone in, and cheers accompanied by soaring music reached everyone's ears.

The preacher, Pike, along with the six Sons of the Emperors and Commander Abdelon, stepped out of the Firebird.

To maintain uniformity in military appearance, they all donned identical purple-gold Power Armour and carried the same type of Boltgun.

Remove Melusine.

She always had those droopy eyes with dark circles under them, and seemed uninterested in anything outside of her research.

The Mechadendrite on his medical backpack were still curled up like a spider.

They descended the slope one by one, with Abdelon at the back carrying the eagle emblem, representing the Sons of the Emperor.

The cheers from the crowd outside came in waves.

As Space Marine meticulously crafted by the Emperor, the sheer opulent Power Armour he wore was enough to command the utmost respect from mortals.

Not to mention they were the Sons of the Emperor, who could symbolize the Imperium regalia.

"It seems we made a good first impression on the locals."

Fulgrim donned her purple-gold helmet, which was adorned with a golden crown and eagle wings.

"Abdelon, send me the data for your helmet."

"Yes."

[Sensor connection established]

[Generating image feedback]

As the soft red light from the helmet's eye sockets illuminated, the outside world's vision instantly reached Fulgrim's eyes.

Byzas was a civilization in decline.

Fortunately, the local architecture still looks relatively modern, and civilization doesn't seem to have regressed to the point of being unacceptable like in Chemos.

A large, curious crowd surrounded them, eager to see what was going on.

Countless moss and vines clung to the ancient brick walls near the landing site, some of which even showed signs of cracking.

The road is paved with countless white bricks, and judging from the wear and tear, it seems that no one has ever maintained or repaired it.

It seems the locals didn't realize the true purpose of this ancient stone platform until the moment their Stormbird fell from the sky.

Far from the landing site, ahead of the stone-paved road where crowds gathered, a small group of dignitaries were waiting.

They wore heavy ceremonial robes, which were inlaid with different precious gems according to the rank of the officials and nobles.

Based on what Fulgrim had read in the books he knew, this was the highest-ranking ceremonial robe worn by the officials.

It seems they attach great importance to this.

Upon seeing the Sons of the Emperor and his entourage, clad in magnificent armor and well-trained, orderly arrayed, the leading Byzas official bowed respectfully to Abdelon, who held the flag in the center.

It seems that the official mistook Abdelon for her.

It's time.

Fulgrim held tightly to Kasgar, who couldn't see anything because he wasn't connected to the helmet.

"Alright, now it's our turn."

Fulgrim disembarked from the Firebird.

Amid cheers from the crowd and bewildered expressions on the faces of the officials, the over three-meter-tall deity stepped into the sunlight, meeting everyone's gaze.

Her flawless, opulent purple-gold armor shimmered in the sunlight, behind her draped Jade Cloak woven from countless scales, and she wore a gold-trimmed, gleaming purple winged helmet. Her body was adorned with—

Wait, why is he hugging someone else?

Amidst the obvious doubts of the crowd, Fulgrim walked slowly down the aisle filled with people as if he were on a catwalk, looking at the bewildered Byzas official.

Then, she took off her helmet, revealing her flawless and stunning face to the world.

"Nice to Byzas."

Silence.

The cheering and noisy crowd fell silent at that moment.

No one dared to utter another word in the face of her unparalleled beauty, Fulgrim.

Even the whispers among the crowd gradually disappeared due to the shock she caused.

She thoroughly enjoyed the moment.

It comes from the heartfelt admiration of countless ordinary people.

Kasgar felt himself being held even tighter.

After several seconds of complete silence, the Byzas official at the front knelt down as if by instinct.

"Lord Violet Court Phoenix, I, the Court Prime Minister [Collins], on behalf of the government of the Continent of Kalkadon, extend my warmest welcome from the Governor's Throne."

He seemed to realize that his kneeling was somewhat inappropriate, and straightened up, revealing a forced smile.

"Next, we would like to invite Your Excellency Violet Court Phoenix to the Governor's Mansion for further discussion with our Governor."

"Please lead the way."

Fulgrim was still smiling gently.

She waved again to the crowd, who were recovering from their shock, which drew another round of enthusiastic cheers.

A charm at the Primarch-level.

It seems that some people became her lifelong followers after seeing Fulgrim for the first time.

Hmph, anyway, that person definitely isn't me.

Kasgar thought to himself.

As one of the most approachable Primarch, she seemed destined from birth to be the most charismatic diplomat of the Imperium of Man.

Of course, if these people only think of her as a simple, beautiful woman...

Fulgrim didn't mind showing them his iron-fisted methods.