Our Fathers
"The Emperor's Great Crusade is not merely about conquering the stars, but also about planting seeds of faith on every Planet that is conquered."
"Believe that tomorrow's bread will be whiter, believe that children's eyes will not be blinded by fear, believe that the scales of justice will not tip in your favor whether you wear coarse cloth or golden armor."
"Water the flower of trust with the water of fairness, and it will bear the fruit of loyalty; nourished by loyalty, we will walk the path of hope!"
Han Mingxuan looked up at the sky, as if gazing up at the future of humanity.
"We crawled out of the darkness not to beg for forgiveness, but to prove something."
"This proves that even the coal dust of Nostramo can burn to illuminate the law."
"This fire shouldn't just shine in Terra's council chambers; it should burn in every corner of the galaxy."
"Let every citizen of the Imperium know that the light of the law is more steadfast than darkness and lasts longer than the light of the stars."
Han Mingxuan put down the scales and slammed his Staff heavily on the ground.
This time, this sound is a declaration.
He stood there, with Curze's unwavering gaze beside him, and the power center of the entire Imperium before him.
May the glory of mankind endure forever, and be immortal.
"The glory of mankind will endure forever." The Emperor and Malcador repeated this phrase.
"The glory of humanity will live on forever!"
It's Salamanders.
Their slogans were clear and firm; for them, these were not empty words, but a vow.
"The glory of humanity will live on forever!"
"The glory of humanity will live on forever!"
"The glory of humanity will live on forever!"
Thus, the Father of Night uttered his first cry in the human world's Throne World.
Having said what he needed to say, Han Mingxuan stepped down from the platform, leaving only Curze in the center of the stage.
He is the main character today.
As the newly returned Primarch, he needs to inspect his troops.
Soon, an Azure-painted Space Marine force appeared in the plaza.
Curze could feel that strange, blood-related connection.
They are connected by blood.
He could sense it from the very beginning, even before these warriors appeared.
Now these soldiers stand in the square below the platform, facing him directly.
This feeling is much clearer.
"Inquisitor!"
"Inquisitor!"
"Inquisitor!"
In fact, these super-strong men with two hearts and three lungs had already come up with their slogans and made ample preparations.
Regardless of whether their Gene-Father was a warlord or a dictator.
Even if their Gene-Father is a paranoid madman, they will still give it their all.
This feeling is strange.
If the Gene-Father is excellent, then what they do will be entirely worthy of their Gene-Father.
Even if the Gene-Father himself was flawed, their performance was enough to prove to Gene-Father that they were an excellent army.
But.
But...
They never expected this.
Their Gene-Father was so... so... so perfect!
Yes, perfect!
Just by standing there, the aura he exuded said it all.
Dignified, fair, gentle, sunny, and resilient.
But what about themselves?
Rats in the sewer.
Criminals in prison.
They felt ashamed of themselves.
Their hearts are bleeding.
How ironic.
How ironic!
Their grandfather was a legislator, their father was Inquisitor, and their father's personal guard was Judge.
And they, as the Scions of their father, were a group of pathetic criminals.
This is more painful for them than killing them.
At this moment, his eyes inside the goggles were bloodshot, and large tears were streaming down his face.
They wanted to endure it, but they couldn't.
All the prepared filings became worthless at this moment.
Those chilling, bloody, and glorious words vanished without a trace.
At this moment, "Grand Inquisitor" is their greatest praise for the Gene-Father.
Curze could sense the turbulent emotions surging within his Scions.
Everyone in the Justiciar Legion could feel it.
Curze did not give an inspiring speech or say anything to boost morale.
He simply led all his brothers from the Justiciar Legion down from the high platform.
At this moment, the ranks of the Justiciar Legion were very orderly, but not imposing.
They looked like a group of soldiers returning to camp after training.
Their imposing aura had vanished; they simply walked with calm and slow steps toward the Son of Night Legion.
Soon, Curze arrived at the Legion with his brothers.
Looking at Scions who were constantly screaming, as if they wanted to shout themselves hoarse, Curze leaned on his sword with both hands.
The entire Justiciar Legion complied.
Immediately afterwards.
"In the darkness, only the law endures. Under the thunder, traitors are punished."
The four simple sentences didn't sound like a pre-battle oath.
It was not a battle cry to boost morale during a charge.
Curze was merely stating the statement, and everyone in the Justiciar Legion stated it along with him.
The voice was very soft and gentle.
Like a gentle spring rain, nourishing things silently.
Like a willow tree sprouting new buds in early spring, full of vitality.
Everyone from the Eighth Legion who came to attend the ceremony was stunned.
The deafening shouts vanished without a trace.
Throughout the entire square, only the Justiciar Legion was repeating those four sentences.
Until...
"In the darkness, only the law endures."
"Under the thunder, the traitors were executed."
Within the Eighth Legion, one person uttered these four sentences for the first time.
Then two, three, five, ten.
Finally, the whole team arrived.
They were like toddlers learning to speak, imitating their fathers and explaining these four sentences.
They couldn't truly understand those four sentences, but that didn't matter.
When their father taught them these four sentences, it meant that their father accepted them.
Before long, all the Eighth Legion soldiers who participated in the ceremony learned these four sentences.
Boom!
Stand at attention!
"In the darkness, only the law endures! Under the thunder, traitors are punished!"
The Eighth Legion's momentum reached its peak at this moment!
"Son of Night."
"Exist!"
"Go back and tell the others to tidy up the house and get themselves ready; I'm coming to see you."
"Yes!"
The Eighth Legion left; they did not participate in the return parade or the celebrations.
But this is even more exhilarating than carnivals and parades!
"It really looks like him, the Boss."
"Like what?"
"Like us, like Uncles."
Curze seemed a little dazed.
Yes, these Son of Night Legion warriors are just like they were when the army was first formed.
And they are now just like Han Mingxuan back then.
This moment is just like that moment back then.
The world is truly amazing.
Upon witnessing Curze's actions, the Lord of Drakes could not conceal the surprise and excitement in his eyes.
That's his brother!
So gentle, so full of humanity.
The Primarch had been to Nostramo were completely expecting Curze's performance; it was only at this moment that they realized the brilliance of Uncle Han's teaching.
Internalize it in your heart, and externalize it in your actions; completely change and reshape a person.
Having never been to the Primarch of Nostramo, they were now awestruck by Curze's control over the Legion.
Incredibly strong!
You did a better job than me, brother.
"That's right, I'm educated."
"Me too."
Ha ha!