Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 128 Celebration
Nimrod took Arsena Dunn aboard the shuttle to greet the Primarch.

There is a Shadow of Order from each of the twelve chapters of the 11th Legion. As the outstanding representatives of each chapter, they are also the most outstanding Astartes among the honor guard members of this trip to Terra.

They were dressed in armor and wearing bright red cloaks, standing behind the Primarch.

Nimrod stood in front of the viewing window, looking down at the human home planet beneath his feet.

The planet under his feet was completely different from the blue planet in his memory. If described in color, it would be closer to gray.

The ocean disappeared without a trace, and countless steel nests rose from the gray land and pierced the sky.

Among the many buildings, the most dazzling one is the huge psychic lighthouse - the Astronomican, which is the basis for the imperial ships to navigate in the sub-space.

This massive device is essentially a focuser, beaming vast psychic forces into the Warp.

Even though the Emperor is not on Terra, the Warp is not bound by the laws of physics, and he can still lead the fleet while using his powerful psychic powers to guide the "signals" released by the Astronomican.

Ningluo's eyes flickered with light and dark as he stared at the brilliant beam of light that ordinary people couldn't see.

Gradually, his "subspace insight" discovered a golden, familiar light in the rainbow light column.

That ray of light was like a pipeline leading to the highest heaven, gathering tremendous power.

[When I met Old Man Huang, I didn't see any trace of this brilliant pillar of light in the golden light he emitted. Only after arriving on Terra was I able to discover their connection through the Astronomican.]
Ningluo couldn't help but sigh: [Old Man Huang's spiritual power is too strong!]
As Nimrod pondered, the light and dark shadows in his eyes gradually faded, and he looked towards the building taller than the Astronomican - the Imperial Palace.

It covers a vast area, a city that occupies an entire continental shelf, breathtakingly large, like an old marble scab on the Eurasian continent, stretching from the dry eastern coastline to the empty western ocean.

Its building blocks came not only from Terra, but also from the Moon, Mars, and the numerous satellites orbiting the gas giants of the solar system.

There were even marbles from other star systems, dragged all the way back to Terra from rediscovered and conquered worlds.

Polishing, refining, and processing are conceived in the architect's conception, become reality in the hands of workers, and become a fortress under the feet of soldiers.

It is a towering complex consisting of countless Gothic buildings.

It's not finished yet, but the framework is in place, and it's already the largest and tallest complex on Terra.

Today, countless workers who have dedicated themselves to this city temporarily stopped their busy work. They were allowed to stand in this marble city and witness this great moment.

A celebration of the return of the Primarch Nimrod.

This was both Malcador's reward for their hard work and a propaganda tool.

The workers will tell their families, relatives and friends about this moment.

Nimrod's gaze swept across the crowd and looked at the Lion's Gate Starport. It and the Eternal Wall Starport were the two major orbital facilities of the Terra Palace.

The busy starport temporarily stopped the takeoff and landing of other ships because of Nimrod's arrival.

The vacant parking area is now filled with welcoming vehicles.

As soon as Nimrod looked there, he was attracted by a familiar, dazzling light.

His body looked old and frail, but it emitted a dazzling light like a star.

[Malcador actually came to greet me in person. Given his status, he shouldn't have needed to do so. He really gave me enough face.

When you give someone a gift, you must be asking for something, so be careful.]
Ningluo narrowed his eyes and became secretly alert.

The shuttle slowly descended, surrounded by numerous servo skulls equipped with loudspeakers and silk ribbons, chanting loudly at the same time.

"Lord Nimrod, Son of the Emperor, Primarch of the 11th Legion..." "Lord Nimrod, Restorer and Ruler of Vostroya... Ruler of the Trikon System..."

"Welcome, Lord Nimrod. The Son of the Emperor, Primarch of the 11th Legion, has come to your side."

The families of the Empire's middle and low-level employees, wealthy businessmen, and officers of the Solar Auxiliary Army won Malcador's favor and formed a welcoming team, which immediately broke into thunderous cheers.

The Imperial Ceremonial Band played the beautiful melodies composed by the composer to welcome the Primarch, mixed with the hymns played in a continuous loop by the servoskull's loudspeakers and the cheers of the people.

The sounds are noisy, but they blend together wonderfully, mixing into a strange and harmonious "music".

Malcador, wearing a hooded robe, walked towards Nimrod to the sound of "music".

"Nimrod, on behalf of my master, I welcome his offspring."

"Welcome back to your birthplace, your home."

Malcador's voice was quiet, but it held a strange power that rose above the surrounding clamor.

"Malcador, greetings."

Nimrod bowed slightly and greeted the Eternal One.

After greeting each other, Malcador glanced at Arsena behind Nimrod and immediately realized that he was a psychic.

After matching him with the Primarch's attendant in the intelligence, he nodded slightly.

The silver-haired Arsene felt the tremendous power surging from the frail old man and could not help but bow in salute.

Malcador nodded and looked at the giant in front of him.

"Nimrod, you have recovered over thirty worlds for the Empire, including the Knight Worlds of Daxos and the Twins."

"You drove out the xenos and brought your lost human comrades back into the arms of the Empire."

"You have achieved great honor. Please allow me to present you with the medal of honor."

Malcador took the Knight's Medal of the Golden Vow from the attendant who held the medal in both hands. The Imperial Chancellor ordered the designer to design the medal and it was awarded to the person who recovered the Knight World.

The gold medal is inlaid with rubies symbolizing courage and blue enamel symbolizing loyalty, and is engraved with green inscriptions symbolizing the conquest of the Knights of the Vixtrix family.

Nimrod leaned over and allowed Malcador to place the palm-sized golden medal on his left chest, while an idea came to his mind.

[The 11th Legion should also establish its own medal honor system.]
After he straightened his body, Malcador gestured sideways.

"Nimrod, please get on board and begin your journey of honor. The people of the empire are looking forward to this moment."

Nimrod then boarded an armored vehicle, one that matched his enormous size, resembling a land craft with the Empire's golden double-headed eagle carved on its side.

Malcador boarded another, smaller vehicle, ceding the lead role to the Primarch.

Nimrod boarded the armored vehicle with a smile on his face. He walked forward amid the crowd's welcome.

The cheers of the Imperial people grew louder and louder. They looked at the shining Primarch and rushed forward with all their might, wanting to be closer to the Emperor's children.

The garrison troops and the temporarily mobilized Solar Auxiliary Forces tried their best to maintain order.

Nimrod, smiling, completed his journey to the Imperial Palace and walked into the Golden Banquet Hall with Malcador.

(End of this chapter)