Chapter 750: Old Veteran
"Please allow the Regent and the Governor to inspect our regiments."
Grot said this and winked at Qin Mo. Then the three mortal commanders followed alongside Qin Mo and Guilliman as they walked before the three assembled Tyran regiments.
The other participating Astra Militarum regiments were all aboard their respective Transport Ships. The voyage was nearly over, and there was no time to inspect them aboard their vessels.
But these three Tyran Army regiments had been stationed aboard the flagship from the start. Being inspected by the Primarchs and the Lord of the Tyran Sector now was a case of getting the advantage of proximity.
"Ahem. Everyone!"
Guilliman stepped onto a raised section of the deck, cleared his throat, and prepared to deliver an impassioned speech.
Just as speeches and debates had always been common during the mortal governance of the Five Hundred Worlds before the Primarchs' return, they had become one of the defining traits of Ultramar, this space-Roman power.
Yet even as the Lord of Tyran's friend, it was somewhat inappropriate for Guilliman to give a speech. After all, the Tyran Sector nominally belonged to the Imperium, but in practice it was no different from another human power.
Unfortunately, Qin Mo truly had no talent for speeches, while Guilliman felt that these soldiers should hear something stirring before heading into battle.
If Qin Mo had been the one speaking, he would probably have said only one thing: "All my concern for you has been condensed into your Power Armor and weapons. Go fight."
"Your leader always says, 'For humanity.' His chest holds the entire galaxy and the entire species. I believe you are the same."
"You fought on Cadia. You fought on Ultramar."
"..."
Guilliman first praised Qin Mo a few times, then began