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

Chapter 415: Sanguinius's Speech (Please subscribe)
The light from the stars in the Beta Garmon cluster was already able to shine into the portholes of the battleship.

Three Thundercloud-class planetary battleships were at the forefront of the fleet, while two Queen of Glory-class battleships were guarding on both sides of the fleet, and small battleships were located in the central safe zone.

The huge war fleet shuttled silently in the space. The advanced signal shielding system could greatly interfere with the enemy's scanning array, just like a school of sharks cruising in the deep sea ready to strike.

Chagatai Khan was wearing a milky white power armor dotted with golden lightning patterns. The war eagle of Chogoris held the White Tiger Blade in his hand, seeming to sigh for the upcoming war.

"My brother, why don't you give a speech to our soldiers? They need an inspiring speech to tell them why we are here and why we are fighting."

"Among us, you are the best at this." Chagatai shrugged and smiled, motioning to his brother.

Hearing the persuasion from his brother, the archangel's wings trembled slightly.

He was followed by the Holy Blood Guards. These most powerful warriors of the Ninth Legion looked at their genetic father with reverence and admiration. For them, it was a supreme honor to be able to fight alongside their father.

"You are right, Brother Chagatai. Although our brave and fearless warriors are not afraid of war, the news that the rebels are approaching the solar system still makes many people worried. They don't know what the future holds, so naturally they don't have the determination to win."

Lion approved this morale-boosting action. The Lion King of Caliban understood his brother's unparalleled personal charm. When Sanguinius spread his pure and flawless wings and looked at you with firm eyes, no one could say no.

As the order was passed down, the huge war fleet began to fall silent.

The image of Sanguinius standing on the flagship command podium was broadcast on large screens on the bridge of every warship, in every cabin, on every deck, and in every warehouse.

Throughout the fleet, hundreds of millions of mortal crew members, soldiers, technicians and workers paused their duties. They turned to the nearest holographic display screen or listened to the voice coming from the battleship's broadcast, holding their breath and waiting for Sanguinius to speak.

Not only mortals, but also the powerful and majestic Astartes wearing newly replaced power armor stood tall among the crowd, while the mortals spontaneously gathered around the Emperor's Angels, maintaining discipline and order.

"That is Sanguinius, the great Emperor's son, the holy Archangel."

Countless people shouted in their hearts. They saw with their own eyes the spread wings of Sanguinius and the Primarch with long golden hair and an extremely handsome and majestic face.

At the moment of looking at him, countless people even had the thought of dying for him in their hearts, but he was so perfect, so holy, he was the symbol of the empire and the symbol of victory.

With the leadership of the Primarchs, they will surely defeat the traitors and restore the glory of the Empire.

After three seconds of silence, Sanguinius retracted his wings and began to speak to the person in front of him.

"My dear compatriots, citizens of the Empire, it is an honor to fight alongside you."

"I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion, son of the Emperor, and your brother in arms."

"We are fortunate to gather here and fight against rebellion together. Under the Emperor's watchful eyes, we are brothers, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates. Here we have only one common identity - we are loyal and unyielding."

The Archangel's sincere voice rang in everyone's ears. He was so great, yet so humble.

It was not known which warship it started from, but all the imperial fleets suddenly erupted in thunderous cheers as Sanguinius spoke.

Everyone was shouting one name, cheering for one person.

Sanguinius.

Among the shouting crowd were veterans of the Mortal Auxiliary Army, Mechanicus priests who had undergone mechanical transformation, and Space Marines who had undergone nineteen transformation operations and armed themselves with rationality and calmness.

But now, after hearing Sanguinius's speech, their inner excitement broke free from the shackles of reason, especially the Blood Angels in their crimson power armor. They excitedly waved their fists, showing off to the mortals around them that he was their genetic father. "That is our noble father. His nobility does not come from his status, but from his humble yet noble soul."

Azkelon, the commander of the Holy Blood Guard, had tears in his eyes. He knew more than his other brothers. What happened to Daven Star had always been buried deep in his heart. This was a secret that belonged only to him.

He knew that according to the prophecy, their father might die, and Azkelon secretly made up his mind that if this was bound to happen, the enemy must step on his dead body.

"We left the Sol system and faced a terrifying enemy: my once most beloved brother, Horus Lupercal.

During the Great Crusade, he was the wolf shepherd god admired by all of us, and my father's most trusted and beloved son, but he was consumed by pride, and power corrupted his humility and sense of responsibility, turning him into the abominable person he is today."

In the Empire's propaganda, Horus is often portrayed as a man who is capable of all kinds of evil and sins. If the mortals in the expeditionary fleet had served since the Great Crusade, they might still know Horus's former identity.

But for those mortal warriors who enlisted after the outbreak of the Great Heresy, Horus was the most terrifying demon in propaganda and the most hated rebel.

Sanguinius wanted to tell the whole story. He would tell people what Horus was like in the past, and what made Horus what he is now.

"Horus was bewitched and corrupted by the evil power of the warp. His evil thoughts and flaws were infinitely magnified. He was corrupted by his own authority. He began to hate his father and swung the blade of betrayal against those he once served and his blood brothers."

The mood of the crowd began to grow low. Some experienced veterans felt sad for the fall of the once glorious Wolf God, while the new recruits who were unaware of this were shocked, but also felt relieved that Sanguinius told them the truth.

The Primarch values ​​their feelings, and the Empire does not treat them as cannon fodder to fill the line.

This feeling made them more determined not to let Sanguinius down.

"The rebels are indeed powerful, but there is hope. We have gathered the middle-level forces from all over the galaxy. In addition to us, reinforcements from five hundred worlds and all over the galaxy are on the way. As long as we hold on, victory will definitely belong to us."

Sanguinius tells a hopeful tale, without mentioning the monstrosities of the Warp encountered on Signus and Davin, or the inevitable destructive effects that the malevolence of the Warp will have on the human spirit.

He alone bore the horrible facts, the prophetic visions that lingered in his mind, things too terrible for mortals to comprehend.

“I can’t promise you victory, no one can guarantee victory, but I will do everything in my power to win.

Perhaps some of us will fall forever on a foreign land, but I will make sure that before that, the enemy must pass over my dead body before they can harm you. "

"Our cause is just and bright. Horus has betrayed the Emperor and humanity and has become a slave to Chaos. He will surely be defeated!"

"I will always be with you, in the name of the Emperor."

Sanguinius cherished his solemn promise, and his oath brought tears to countless people's eyes.

What more could they ask for? A holy Primarch, humble enough to speak to mortals like them, and swear an oath in the Emperor's name to help them?

They also swore in their hearts that they would do their best to protect such a great Primarch, such a respectable hero.

With the end of Sanguinius' speech, the war fleet resumed operation, the astropaths began to work, the crew returned to their jobs, and everyone put in their full energy and enthusiasm to complete their work.

The extremely high morale and fighting spirit were aroused by Sanguinius's sincere speech. They were fearless and were determined to drown the traitors in their own blood.

(End of this chapter)