Chapter 859 Four Big Daddies in the Open

Someone else's father?

Wodehouse suddenly remembered Guilliman, whom he had seen in the prophetic vision. Lin Fan must have saved the Lord of Ultramar from the brink of death by saying this.

"There's more. Why don't you guess?" Lin Fan kept it a secret, but Wodehouse and the others didn't have the chance to continue guessing.

Fulgrim, Perturabo, Dorn, and some soldiers of the Weepers appeared. The three Primarchs were very obvious among the Weepers. Perturabo was like a mobile fortress, and his face was buried under various heavy weapons. Dorn was more like a stable castle, without the forest of gun barrels and spikes, which made him look less aggressive.

Fulgrim was very plain, with only the original metal color of the unpainted armor. The only feature was the inconspicuous carvings on the surface of the armor. If the light and sight were not well grasped, no one could see the artistic and exquisite decorations on Fulgrim's armor.

Wodehouse, Cather White Fang, and Colvin looked at the three Primarchs. They could only rely on the descriptions in the ancient scrolls in the Chapter Archives to judge the identities of the Primarchs.

Perturabo's armor full of steel and guns reminded Wodehouse of the Iron Hands Chapter. He whispered carefully, "Is it... Lord Ferrus?"

After Wodehouse said Ferrus, he felt that he was locked in two eyes. One look was bleak and dangerous, and the other was full of emotion and sadness.

"You should thank me for being in a good mood now." Perturabo's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wodehouse's heart again and again, which made him feel inexplicably flustered.

Somehow, Wodehouse suddenly saw the scene of himself being buried in the sarcophagus of the Dreadnought. He was sweating and dared not continue to speak.

The Space Wolves could not recognize Perturabo and Fulgrim, and the same was true for Colvin, the Chapter Captain of the Raven Guard.

It is true that he is indeed a Chapter Master, a powerful Space Marine with great respect and unparalleled martial arts. However, Korvin has only been a Space Marine for more than 400 years, and Logan, the current Chapter Master of the Space Wolves, has only fought in this position for more than 700 years. It is quite normal for them to feel unfamiliar with the legends and antiques from thousands of years ago.

Only those veterans who have survived the Great Crusade can describe the distant past to everyone, telling about the great era when the Emperor and the Primarch walked among the stars.

For example, Bjorn Brokenhand, who was buried on Mars, was one of Leman Russ's personal guards. He fought side by side with Leman Russ during the Great Crusade and the Heresy, and saw the Emperor's appearance before he was buried in the throne machine.

He is now the most respected elder of the Space Wolves and a living history book for the Space Wolves' new recruits to understand the past. He will be awakened every thousand years and tell the story of Leman Russ to the cubs of the Chapter.

But Bjorn is not here, and fortunately he is not here. The hatred for the traitors has never subsided in the past ten thousand years, but has become more and more serious. If he saw Perturabo and Fulgrim, he would definitely choose to attack directly.

But fortunately, Dorn is easy to identify. After the end of the Great Heresy, the Primarchs died and lost, and the entire empire was controlled by the High Lords and the later rising State Religion. In order to explain the origin of the Chaos traitors to the people of the empire, they promoted the theory of nine angels and nine demons.

When the Emperor created nine angels to help him at the beginning of the establishment of the empire, this naturally refers to the loyal Primarchs. They were written in the scrolls and scriptures of the State Religion, and many of the contents have been beautified and deleted. So when Dorn and Guilliman took out the myths from the Holy Vault of the State Religion to tell their own stories, their faces were always scary black.

There are nine angels, and naturally there are nine opposing demons. They came from the corrupted land of the Eye of Terror, and they harbored the worst evil intentions towards the God-Emperor and the Empire he founded and blessed. All the traitors were the minions of these nine demons.

Although Perturabo and Fulgrim wanted to complain, they could understand that this was the Empire's effort to prevent the public from understanding the Four Chaos Gods. However, there are things that can be accepted and things that cannot be accepted. Curze despised the Empire's propaganda. He had never bowed to Chaos, but was rudely and illogically classified as a member of Chaos. If a state church priest appeared in front of Curze, he would not hesitate to peel off the priest's skin, and then tell him about the nature of Chaos to expand his knowledge.

Fortunately, there is no state religion in the cafeteria, or there is no state religion in the traditional sense of the Empire. People prayed not in the magnificent and towering churches, but in the magnificent factories with many machines. The words of prayer were not only from the God-Emperor, but also from Ms. Odemayer, who worked hard to build the glory of the cafeteria. For some mechanical priests who participated in the work of the cafeteria earlier, the weight of the name Odemayer was no less than that of the God of All Machines.

After Chagatai finished communicating with his sons, he strode to the other Primarch brothers and announced the return of the Primarch to everyone.

This link was the result of the Primarchs' careful consideration. Perturabo and Fulgrim thought that their identities were sensitive and not suitable for speaking, while Dorn was not good at speaking. Only some warriors of the Black Templars and the Lamenters who accompanied him would be excited by his speech. So Chagatai took on this inspiring task.

Chagatai's words were very clear. He disdained to use too many gorgeous and obscure words to embellish his words, thus showing a unique sense of pride. His concise words could be understood by everyone present, and the ideals and prospects expressed in his words made everyone feel excited and expectant.

Jagatai had never told the people of the Empire what he thought in his heart before. During the years of the Great Crusade, he had always looked at the Empire maintained by his father with suspicion.

After experiencing the baptism of the Great Heresy and the Webway Race for thousands of years, Lin Fan's heart-piercing psychological counseling, the Battle of the Heaven of the Fearless and the grand historical story of the birth of Chaos. Jagatai felt that he had grown up. He understood his position and his responsibilities.

He was the son of the Emperor and the Primarch of the White Scars. He was born to take on the responsibility of protecting human civilization. He still ruthlessly denounced the corruption and decline of the Empire, but that was by no means cynical pessimism, but a deep hope that humans could become better.

Jagatai's voice mobilized everyone's emotions. Tovens and Creed realized something. They couldn't believe that they were lucky enough to bathe in the glory of the Primarch. Those great sages of the Mechanicum who claimed to be rational were also dumbfounded. They used the knowledge of probability to speculate that they would meet a... No! How low is the probability of meeting the four primarchs!

The calculations were slow to produce results, and their mechanical hearts soaked in engine oil felt more and more shocked and honored.

"Now that we have returned, the Empire will be saved! The Empire will definitely be saved! All galaxies! All planets will be bathed in the light of justice and ideals!" Chagatai tried his best, and he and his brothers shouted together, "For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"