Just then, more fireworks soared into the sky, and rows of ceremonial cannons boomed. Warhawks, Banshee bombers, and Valkyrie long-range bombers flew over the square in a vast, perfectly ordered formation. Searchlights cast down from Gorgon-class battlecruisers and the sonic booms of starfighters accelerating completely ignited the excited crowd.
When the atmosphere reached its peak, people were easily influenced by their surroundings. Thus, tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of voices began shouting in unison: Long live the Empire!
At that moment, Tychus Findlay in the UNN broadcast footage could truly be called proud and exhilarated. As he beamed and stepped onto the immense terraces atop Zantos's cockpit, each the size of several football fields, the terrifying scars on his face writhed like worms.
Crew cut, thick eyebrows, a nose that had clearly been broken many times, a body so powerfully built that even his face seemed carved with muscle, and eyes with an almost fanatical resolve. Put a man like that on an Imperial propaganda poster, and he would have to take center stage.
No one doubted that Tychus deserved the cheers of the Imperial people. Beneath his clothes were even more savage scars; over the years, war had left more holes in his body than medals.
At the same time, it was hard to imagine anyone else attaining a position as unique as Tychus Findlay's in the Terran Empire.
Whenever Emperor Augustus personally took the field in a major war, Tychus was always at his back.
When the Empire developed the Odin prototype, Tychus became its pilot as though it were only natural. He piloted Odin and continued following the Emperor across countless battlefields, fighting through the entire Second Total War and the Doomsday War.
During that time, whenever Imperial forces became locked in hard fighting and