Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 187: Primarchs Gathering
In front of the Titan's Gate, on the grand military square, the troops that had just been inspected by the Primarch were deployed in order.

It symbolizes the military strength of the Five Hundred Worlds, and more importantly, it symbolizes the protection of the people under its rule.

Everyone here, including the Primarch, is willing to die heroically to continue this grand mission for mankind.

Guilliman had made full preparations to welcome Lion's arrival. The Ultramarines, mortal auxiliaries, dense armored troops, as well as knight mechas and Titan machines were all lined up in the square waiting.

With fluttering flags in their hands, millions of civilians were waiting for the Lion King's arrival at every suitable angle.

Luo Xi was also very interested in the Lion King whom he had heard of for a long time, especially Guilliman's special attitude towards Lion, which made his curiosity continue to rise.

Guilliman's attitude towards Lion can be said to be very complicated. In layman's terms, it is love and hate.

He welcomed the Lion King's arrival and was extremely grateful to meet his brother in this dark galaxy. But he was also worried about the Lion King's arrival. He knew his brother's character very well, and Ryan was not as reliable as he seemed in many cases.

"Are you jealous or afraid of Lion?" Luo Xi joked, "Your people are cheering for the arrival of the Lion King. They expect the Lion King to further save them."

"I did not!" Guilliman responded immediately and firmly.

Luo Xi seemed to be sure of something and immediately showed an expression of trying hard to suppress a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Roboute asked, pretending to be angry.

"I didn't." Luo Xi relied on his great willpower to suppress his smile.

The Primarch closed his eyes and readjusted his mindset. Luo Xi always liked to make some weird jokes on him, and he didn't know what the meaning was.

A servant came to the Primarch and respectfully handed him a special data tablet with a dedicated genetic identification system on it.

"Sir, I need your authorization to lift the alert on the airspace."

The servant sensibly retreated behind the scenes, while Roche watched curiously what Guilliman was going to do next.

That is a genetic recognition system. How does the Protoss perform genetic recognition?

"Turn around first and raise your head." Guilliman seemed a little impatient.

Luo Xi turned his head away first, then secretly glanced over and peeked with the corner of his eyes.

He watched as Guilliman lifted up the data-slate and kissed it gently.

This feeling……

"Ahem, the genetic recognition system requires some body fluids for identification, and it is too troublesome to take off my full body armor. In comparison, kissing is the quickest way." Guilliman explained quickly. He felt that Roche was starting to have some strange ideas again.

The mortal consultant showed an expression that every man could understand.

"You can actually spit, it will have the same effect, it just isn't very pretty."

Guilliman put down the data tablet in his hand with a frown on his face. He felt that his energy-cultivation skills still needed to be honed.

In front of Luo Xi, he was always prone to violent mood swings.

Above the sky, the starports suspended in space began to relax control, the layers of void shields slowly disappeared, and the defense system blocking Macragge from the outside world began to standby.

As the defenses were withdrawn, many warships began to enter Macragge from outside the atmosphere.

Roche saw a flock of pitch-black storm birds. The edges of those high-performance aircraft were dotted with dark green, just like the lush primeval forests of Caliban.

Behind these high-speed aircraft were dozens of Thunderhawk gunships and other troop transports, neatly arranged and flying at predetermined intervals and speeds. "The Dark Angels' discipline is evident in the perfect synchronicity of their aircraft in the air. Their flight is an elegant art, like a human dancer," Roshi said.

While the Ultramarines demonstrated the sheer size of their army and the power of war with its martial virtues, the Dark Angels did the opposite, showing off their skills and control as soon as they appeared on the scene.

“So can we. The Ultramarines are equally skilled,” Guilliman countered.

Guilliman always acted like this whenever he was compared to the Lion's Dark Angels, and Roche had caught his sore spot.

The first four Stormbirds to land stopped beside the Colonnade with perfect precision. These flying vehicles were perfectly framed within the wireframes drawn on the ground, as if the guiding standards were drawn later.

In addition to absolute precision in space, their control over time is also extremely exaggerated. Every four Stormbirds land at the same time interval accurate to the second. They are neatly aligned, like copies of the same carrier.

The landing hatch opened and teams of Dark Angels landed from the aircraft.

These Dark Angels, wearing shiny dark green power armor, lined up in perfect harmony. They quickly transformed from the standard ten-by-ten formation into a double-row formation. The sequence of the Dark Angels' squad was broken up, but their rhythm was not disrupted at all, as if it was natural.

"It seems that the discipline of the Dark Angels is beyond doubt. It really opens my eyes."

Roche exclaimed in exaggerated praise as expected, and beside him, Guilliman clenched his fist silently.

He decided to let his hero Valentus Doro prepare for the discipline training of the Ever-Victorious Army after this matter was over. The Ultramarines should also do their best in discipline.

The Dark Angels began to change their formation according to the predetermined arrangement, and soon formed a horseshoe formation facing Guilliman. A total of two thousand Dark Angels began to march towards the Titan's Gate.

The two thousand warriors seemed to be one. They drew their power swords, twirled their bolt pistols, and began a magnificent weapons drill.

No, not all of them were bolt pistols, but more of some strange beam weapons. The Primarch had seen similar things in his memory, but had never seen weapons in the hands of the Dark Angels.

There is no doubt that these are special equipment collected by these Dark Angels. Many of them are unique and come from Terra or various human worlds.

The Dark Angels are the oldest of the Astartes Legions, and they keep more secrets than even Guilliman knows.

But Guilliman had heard some rumors about the Dark Angels. There were reports that there were many secret organizations and invisible classes within the Dark Angels. They divided each other based on knowledge, power and trust, forming complex inner circles one after another.

Guilliman thought this was most likely a rumor. How could a legion have such a strange legion culture?

The soldiers of the First Legion appear aloof and mysterious, which may be a habit they had to rely on themselves in the early days of the founding, rather than the influence of some legion culture.

Two thousand Dark Angels stopped their movements without any warning. They were as precise as men of iron, standing still quietly. Anyone could only describe this precision as perfect.

"My brother and his legion seem to have a lot of time to train in discipline," said Roboute in a sour tone.

Because after the silence, the dark angels began to change their formations again, forming hexagram, triangle, arc, diamond and other formations, the complexity of which was no less than a fierce battle.

When the Dark Angels stopped again, the man Guilliman had been waiting for finally arrived.

After forming a V-shaped formation, the Dark Angels looked directly at the Stormbird in the front. Then the hatch opened, and the man known as the Lion finally revealed his true face.

Ryan was not wearing a helmet, but a dark armor embellished with Martian gold edges. His long golden hair fluttered in the wind, exuding strong confidence and unruly wildness.

Even though they were separated by a long distance, when Luo Xi's eyes met with the other person's for an instant, he felt a strong sense of oppression and palpitations.

It seemed that it was not a Primarch, but some kind of beast disguised as a human.

(End of this chapter)