Mortals
The spaceship hatch slowly opened, and the Emperor and Chancellor of the Imperium of Man stepped out first, followed by the human Demigods, the noble Primarch.
People from all walks of life who came to witness the ceremony praised and admired it.
But everyone knows that today, apart from the Emperor and Chancellor, Primarch.
Today, right here, at this very moment, they are welcoming a special group of guests.
A new Primarch.
The Imperium's new sharpest weapon.
And the Minister of the Imperium Department of General Affairs, the Chief of Staff of the Emperor's Staff, the Adeptus Custodes Honorary Marshal, the Imperialis Militia Marshal, and the Supreme Commander of the Space Marines.
The foster father of the Eighth Primarch.
The Father of Night, Han Mingxuan.
They were eager to know who this person, so highly regarded by the Emperor and granted official rank and real power even before arriving in Terra, was in this dark galaxy.
Who exactly is this person?
Laugh!
The sound of coolant leaking from the cabin door could be heard.
Then they looked in that direction and heard a sound like muffled thunder.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
That wasn't rumbling thunder; it was the sound of footsteps.
Each person's footsteps weren't stomping heavily on the ground; they were simply walking and moving forward in unison.
There were no resounding slogans, nor any Frenzy momentum.
It has the military bearing that an army should have.
Even so, the aura they exuded made them impossible for anyone present to ignore.
Without a doubt, this is an iron army.
"Welcome to the Eighth Primarch of the Imperium of Man, the Emperor's Blade, Konrad Curze!"
After the official in charge of the celebration agenda made that announcement,
All members of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion stood in two rows in front of the hatch.
Then, the Thirteen of the Council of the Long Night, led by Curze, slowly walked out.
At this moment, Curze was not wearing his Power Armour; he was wearing standard ceremonial armor.
Admittedly, this made him look several sizes smaller.
But at this moment, people are not concerned about his height, but rather his aura.
Everyone in the Imperium assumed that every Primarch was Demigod, and that each Primarch's physical form was different from that of a normal human.
So, the height of the Primarch was already commonplace for them, but what Curze was showing them was something they had never seen before.
What Curze is showing now is not the ruthlessness one should have as a Legion commander.
What he demonstrated was the impartiality and dignity that a Judge and an Inquisitor should possess.
Just as the official was about to utter his next words, the Chief Juror of the Council of the Long Night, Sevatar, moved.
He waved his hand, signaling the officials to be quiet.
Everyone present couldn't understand Sevatar's actions, but then they suddenly understood the army's tactics.
Welcome, Father of Night!
Welcome, Father of Night!
Welcome, Father of Night!
The entire Justiciar Legion drew their Codes from their waists in perfect unison, holding longswords in their other hands.
Their gazes turned towards the hatch.
Before long, a splash of deep blue appeared there.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of leather boots stepping on steel plates spread slowly and steadily through the silent air.
The Adeptus Mechanicus members and Imperium agents in the hall felt only a very calm fluctuation at this moment.
He remained unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
In less than a minute, the Father of Night, whom they had been eagerly awaiting, appeared before them.
They saw clearly what the Father of Night looked like.
He was... an ordinary person.
Yes, in their eyes, he was just an ordinary person.
Perhaps no one can ignore his heroic spirit, and perhaps his uniform is the finest creation on the entire Planet.
But in Terra, if you throw a Brick, you'll hit only nobles.
In the eyes of these nobles, Han Mingxuan is now nothing more than an ordinary person dressed in gorgeous clothes.
At this moment, these nobles of the Throne World couldn't help but look down on Han Mingxuan.
In fact, they are qualified.
At least for nobles in other worlds, they have the right to look down on others.
But they were facing Han Mingxuan.
He was the Emperor's closest friend, the Primarch' most beloved Uncle, and the hope for the revival of the Necrontyr Dynasty.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The neat, uniform, and spirited marching steps rang out once again.
The entire ground was trembling slightly.
"They are the Imperial Fists's Honour Guard." Someone in the crowd said this.
That's not all.
Including Imperial Fists, there are also Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Emperor's Children, Iron Hands, Word Bearers, Thousand Sons, and Luna Wolves.
These Honour Guards, belonging to other Legions, appeared here in perfect unison at the same time.
If the Emperor and Chancellor hadn't been standing calmly on the high platform at this moment, everyone would have immediately assumed that these Legions were about to collectively rebel.
"Homage to the Emperor, the Primarch, and the Great Father of Night!"
All the nobles and attendees stared in disbelief at this scene.
What did this Mortals do?!
How did he do that?!
According to the latest information, he was clearly just a nobleman from a small world who had just arrived in Terra from Nostramo.
To the nobles of Terra, Nostramo, even as the Primarch's Homeworld, was an insignificant asteroid world.
But what did they see now?
More than half of the Primarch Honour Guard paid him their respects.
But this is just the beginning.
Immediately afterwards, all the Primarch slowly walked up to Han Mingxuan.
That's right, all the Primarch.
A large portion of these Primarch were genuinely grateful to Han Mingxuan.
As for the others, some were there because of the Emperor's orders, some out of curiosity, and some out of respect.
"Greetings to our Uncle."
The Primarch made no attempt to conceal their voices; their voices were clear enough for anyone present to hear them.
The Primarch's Uncle!
All the nobles knew that even the Emperor's close advisor, the Imperium Chancellor Malcador, could not gain the approval of all the Primarch in this situation.
This world has gone mad!
But that's not all.
Immediately afterwards, a legion of golden-armored giants appeared before them.
The nobles all knew the person leading the group.
That's the Adeptus Custodes Marshal!
Known as the First of Ten Thousand, the Emperor's Shield!
Constantine Valdor!
"Marshal, we eagerly await your arrival."
At this moment, Valdor adopted a very humble posture; he even knelt on one knee!
Han Mingxuan's thoughts were now somewhat disconnected.
He understood why the Justiciar Legion did this, since it was at the Emperor's behest and had been agreed upon in advance.
He could understand why the Primarch did this, after all, it was an order given in advance by the Emperor and the Chancellor.
But what exactly is the Adeptus Custodes?
Could it be that the Emperor himself spoke up? This is quite an extravagant gesture!