"Welcome the great guardian of the Empire, the agent of the God-Emperor's will, the punisher of heretics and aliens, the eternally shining Astartes!"
At the same time as the Thunder Eagle landed, the landing hatch and springboard opened exactly one after another, and a phalanx of ascetic warriors stepped down the hatch and entered the square along the avenue.
They marched in unison, and every warrior's armor was as shiny as new.
Then, the sky roared again, and bright yellow thunder eagles roared past.
When they fell with the same precision, the soldiers of the Weeper walked out of the cabin with their heads held high.
Finally, there is the formation of the Ranger Warriors. Their number is small, and only four Thunderhawks can take the field.
The astral knights who were on the platform before came down to the square before the first batch of Thunder Eagles appeared and formed a queue - a total of 50 people, not too few, not too many to make people suspicious.
As the Astartes Phalanx entered the square, their formation began to expand into double rows on both sides.
This process was seamless. Many teams dispersed, intertwined and merged with each other to form a perfect double-row wall. The rhythm was maintained from beginning to end without disrupting any pace.
Such discipline is breathtaking to all.
Soon, the four battle groups marched along the avenue, holding high the honorary flags of their respective battle groups, slowly flowing into the square like a colorful river. At the forefront of the queue were the Astral Knights, followed closely by the Ascetics.
, the other two battle groups followed closely, and behind them were the fast assault troops, Land Speeders and Land Raiders.
Next are the ground armor units, including Predators, Vindicators, and the newly captured Sikaran. The finale is the Knight Titan.
The crowds on the observation decks on both sides of the broad avenue cheered and cheered. Those who were lucky enough to be able to witness the majestic military appearance of the Emperor's Angels threw the flowers and ribbons they had in hand into the air. Many people were so excited that tears filled their eyes.
Although this is probably the day with the most Astartes in the history of Nessen IV, a sense of tension filled with pride and arrogance fills the air. When warriors from different backgrounds gather together, each of these
People looked carefully at these imperial guardians, trying to identify those who were the strongest or the bravest.
The haze created by the Chaos Space Marines not long ago began to be gradually dispelled under such a majestic military force, and people regained the confidence they had in the past.
The excitement of the crowd was visible to the naked eye, and the cheers were several times louder than before.
"Look! The light of the God-Emperor has descended here! The eyes of the God-Emperor are watching us!"
At the highest point of each viewing platform, a special place is reserved for the personnel of the state religion. Against the backdrop of the torch and eagle emblem, they wear white robes and high crowns while waving their scepters.
, while shouting at the top of his lungs through a portable loudspeaker.
After the Astartes of the four battle groups passed by, the auxiliary army array began to rotate its wings in an orderly manner to form a horseshoe-shaped formation facing the platform. The first two thousand warriors took their positions in an extremely precise order.
Then they started weapons drills, twirling and dancing with the firearms in their hands while marching forward.
Behind the infantry phalanx was the armored phalanx. A formation of Leman Russ and Malcador heavy tanks slowly passed by, like a strolling giant beast. The surging roar of the engines shook the hearts of the people around them.
After the auxiliary army formation gradually faded away, a third phalanx appeared. They were students wearing the uniforms of Soames Noble Academy and survivors of the tragedy.
Their ages range from 12 to 16 years old, there are a total of 1,560 people, divided into 20 columns.
Although these teenagers are still childish, they have a kind of maturity beyond their peers. They hold the ceremonial sword on their waists with one hand and hold a torch with the other. This is one of the traditions of Nessen 4. After the death of the deceased,
A month later, their relatives will hold torches to the heights of the mountain to guide their souls.
At the same time, the high-pitched military music also stopped and turned into a light tune. The cheers of the crowd stopped, and only the singing of the teenagers remained——
The mountains of Somusya are blooming with flowers X 2
The golden sun shines X 2
The enemies were all repulsed and fled like the wind X 2
Long live the Holy Emperor!
Your reputation will never be forgotten!
Long live the Holy Emperor!
Your fame will never fade away
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I sit on the steep hills of Somusya X 2
Write down the names of the martyrs with a note X 2
Orphaned child, please come into my arms x2
Long live the Holy Emperor!
Your reputation will never be forgotten!
Long live the Holy Emperor!
Your reputation will never be forgotten!
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In the mountains of Somusya, ammunition loaded X 2
The golden flag stands in front X 2
Seize the enemy by the throat with glorious victory X 2
Don't be sad, poor mother
Give my blood for the survival of mankind
Don't be sad, poor mother
Give my blood for the survival of mankind
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The embrace of the Lord of Mankind is our destination X 2
Fight to the end with no way out X 2
The horn has sounded, charge forward! X 2
Long live the Holy Emperor!
Your reputation will never be forgotten!
Long live the Holy Emperor!
Your reputation will never be forgotten!
The singing of the teenagers aroused great resonance among people. Although they did not even know who the creator was, they gradually started singing along, and it gradually developed into a chorus of hundreds of thousands of people.
On the main stand, the Planet Governor noticed that Soshyan, who was staring at the team intently, was also humming softly along with the crowd, and his tune was more accurate than anyone else.
The Planet Governor knows very well that this song was written by Soshyan himself!
Not only for those who sacrificed, but also for the school that allowed him to finally embark on the path of the Astartes.
This song called "March of Soames" also became the new school song of Soames Noble Academy and will continue to be sung for hundreds and thousands of years to come.
But looking at those young men, Suoshiyang felt not only proud, but also a little reluctant.
Because most of them will undergo brutal screening in the near future and face the most severe and critical challenge in their lives.
Originally, Soshyan did not plan to do it so soon, but due to the huge losses of the battle group, they were in urgent need of new blood, so they could only advance the selection of new recruits.
However, after this selection, Soames Noble Academy will no longer be able to provide recruits to the Astral Knights for a long time, so Soshyan must find another way.
Amid thousands of thoughts, the celebration ceremony has also entered another key step.
When the review square arrived, hundreds of cars began to slowly drive in. Each of them carried a metal Sky Eagle emblem. On each Sky Eagle emblem was the remains of a traitor bound in chains. These remains
They even wore broken power armor.
Some guys even have their old battle flags wrapped around them.
Nothing shows the true nature of the winner better than displaying the corpse of the loser, and the crowd once again burst into earth-shattering cheers!