The steps of the Storm Bird opened, and two large groups of Hades Terminators walked down both sides of the steps, stopped on the landing platform that had been prepared, and then turned around to face each other, forming a ceremonial corridor connecting those who were about to arrive.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The eyes saw the golden interior of the Stormbird.

A figure stood there.

A second ago there was nothing.

That figure, I am sure, must be the emperor's heir. That perfect and glorious military form can only belong to the Primarch.

My breath is stuck in my throat and my heart is shaking.

With a trace of the sun's rays, the figure walked from the pearl-white Stormbird to the steps and to the landing platform where Gastlin stood.

Gastlin saluted him.

She walked past where their last soldier stood.

That location was also the last deck of the landing pad. She didn't say a word.

After that step, she reached where we were standing.

She walked towards the muddy road full of puddles, but we still didn't move or say a word. I seemed to be suppressed by a force, and the never-ending storm of Pentalus also stopped.

I am waiting, my brother is waiting, even the world itself is waiting.

The man's light shrank a little.

Time seems to have been restored.

If it weren't for Horus standing in front of us, my heart would completely stop.

The great white wings spread out and Sanguinius's powerful and glorious posture is in front of us for the first time. At the same time, for the first time we see her terrifying glory blooming and her extremely beautiful existence.

The light that illuminates the darkness illuminates the darkness that cannot be filled in our hearts.

That moment!

My two hearts beat again.

After that moment, everything was different.

At dawn and sunrise, the archangel wrapped in golden glow looked at the army assembled in front of her.

Looking at these, there are inhuman murderers created with her genes, ghouls covered in scars and blood clots, and bloodthirsty people with handsome skins.

When she sees us.

She must have seen the abyss of our hunger, the undercurrent of madness, and the dark curse in our hearts.

She came to us and stretched out her hand.

I can feel her gentle fingers wiping away the blood clots on my face, and the tenderness, the tenderness from a mother.

It is not a false emotion obtained from mortal memories, but it truly exists in front of me. This tenderness is more deadly than any knife wound. My knees are extremely heavy, and I am ready to kneel in front of her and swear allegiance.

.

However, no.

She does not ask for our loyalty.

"What's your name?" She looked into my eyes with a pleading tone in her tone.

"Amit."

I answered, I don’t know whether I should add a title after it.

"Thank you." She nodded gratefully, then walked to another sergeant next to me and repeated the same question.

"Cahill," my company commander replied, and then added the dull attributive: "My lord"

"Thank you, what about you?"

She walked towards the third warrior, and she soon realized that there were nearly 30,000 descendants here, waiting for souls to be saved.

So she waved and begged her heirs not to care about class and to come forward.

Tell her your name.

At first, some of the soldiers in front spoke, and their voices were dull and unnatural.

But soon, stimulated by adrenaline, the soldiers behind began to respond with loud roars.

Someone was worried that their name would not be noticed, so they repeated it in a louder voice.

This is so funny.

We are a group of terrifying murderers.

But now they are like a group of children, playing a boring game and never getting tired of it.

The shouts came one after another, and in the end everyone responded with their loudest voice, until their voices became hoarse, and the game reluctantly stopped.

Before that.

The way we view the Primarch is a mixture of two very different emotions: fear and anticipation.

But now, all that remains is almost fanatical anticipation.

Why is she asking for our names and what is she going to do with them?

She saluted us and pressed her fist to her heart. Finally, in our expectant eyes, He spoke.

"I know your names, and I also know your past names.

You fought on the darkest battlefields in the galaxy, honored and feared. Both, superior and inferior. You were given a daunting task, accomplished it in the way you believed was best, only to find yourself attacked.

Suspicion and unfair treatment.

I will not say that your behavior is wrong, nor will I blame those who fear you.

All this is in the past, and now is our chance to save ourselves from the brink of destruction. We have reunited and fought together as the same bloodline. From today on, you are no longer a broken legion."
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Tears wash away the scars on the cheeks.

Unparalleled joy spreads in my chest. Our mother recognizes us. There is nothing more wonderful than this.

However, what she said next made my heart burn with fire.

"No, I will not ask you to be loyal just because my blood is flowing in your veins.

On the contrary, I will offer you my loyalty.

I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the Ninth Legion, daughter of the Emperor.

I am not here to ask for your loyalty, but to learn from you and make progress together with you.

If possible, I will fight side by side with you, bathe in glory together, or go to hell in shame."

She pulled out the dyed red blade in her hand.

Kneeling on one knee on the muddy ground, the rainwater flows along the ice-white wings.

No tongue or mouth could describe the scene at this time, and the surprise made the strictly disciplined Luna Wolf whisper.

Such a unique life form, such a humble behavior.

We have been separated for too long, we have been fighting in the dark for too long, and we have not trusted anyone for too long.

Although we have sacrificed too much for the Empire, now our own primarch, our mother, is kneeling in front of us.

We were baptized by endless glory and frustration.

A scream of pain passed through Captain Cahill's helmet.

When I saw the angel so humble, I groaned in pain.

I couldn't even stand still, like a child being punished. The incomparable shame washed my heart, I was trembling, and I wanted to vomit because of our barbaric behavior.

For the first time, I felt sick because of my uncontrollable bloodthirsty.

I seem to know what I am.

I am unworthy of my mother's humility, loyalty, and devotion.

And in the eternity to come, we will never be worthy.

Until Legion Commander Osuran took us there, he also needed a little strength to persevere.

He stood in front of the Ninth Legion, facing the kneeling Archangel. We can see his trembling fingers slowly placing them on the Archangel's shoulders, and then facing her face:

"On behalf of all the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, we accept your allegiance and oath. The emperor's daughter, loved by all, stand up, mother. Stand up and lead us to war and victory. The children of your blood have already prepared for this moment.

I’ve been waiting for too long.”

The archangel stood up.

At this moment, a heavy downpour fell in the paradise of Pentalus.

First it hit the Luna Wolf's storm bird, and then the water washed away our armor.
To be continued...