As for Lin En herself, she cannot be divided purely by rank.
Many of Doomsday's characteristics allow him to transcend definition within certain limits.
But the original bodies are different. Although they are naturally extremely powerful and their growth trajectory is unparalleled, their upper limit is also locked.
It is extremely difficult to improve after reaching Demigod.
From the elementary level to the intermediate level, for many primarchs, it is a gap that is difficult to improve in ten thousand years.
The gap between mid-level and high-level is even more despairing, and it is a height that is almost impossible to reach.
Therefore, Sanguinius's talent is unparalleled in the galaxy, and her strength is undisputedly overwhelming. Even among the entire human race, she is only inferior to the Emperor.
However, her strength has reached a bottleneck and there is no possibility of improvement.
This is the limitation of her body.
If you want to break this limitation, you must change her body, but the body and the soul are closely connected and born as one. It is not a piece of clothing, so how can it be changed at will.
Even if it were changed, it would definitely not fit as well as it does now.
We still need to think of other ways to do this. And Lin En believes that he can definitely find a more perfect way.
The most important thing now is the establishment of the Second Empire, which can no longer be delayed.
Guilliman couldn't wait any longer.
"The Second Reich represents continuity,"
Guilliman paced back and forth anxiously. "After Calth, the only thing I can do is to try to hold the five hundred fragmented worlds together. We can be sure that only Ultramar is standing. If the Emperor still
If we survive, we will return to the battlefield immediately after the storm subsides."
"But if the empire except here has been occupied by Horus and the Chaos Gods, then we will let humanity continue here."
Behind him is his chair covered with cobalt blue military flags. Similarly, the chair Lain is sitting on is also covered with the flags of the Dark Angels.
Saint Les sat in the middle, her face was as sinking as water but she said nothing. Next to him sat Linn.
Lain was dissatisfied with such a seat at first. He thought he should sit on the other side of Holy Leather.
But after being glared at by her, he sat down obediently.
"Guilliman explained his views to me in detail," Lane coughed and continued, "Although some of the details make me slightly worried, I have become increasingly aware of its value."
"So?" Shengleisi motioned him to continue with her eyes.
Lain sat back in his chair and placed his hands flat on the edge of the table.
He said softly: "We have witnessed with our own eyes the viciousness of the enemy, and have sadly seen how fragile everything we have is. Guilliman and I have different opinions on many issues. But in any case, as loyal sons of the Emperor, we
We will still fight side by side. For the survival of the empire and the future of mankind, we need a unified political power."
"But..." Saint Les said, "This kind of behavior is usurping the throne no matter what!"
Although Shenglisi had made a decision in her heart, she could not easily agree. This was not pretentious, but a necessary statement and temptation.
"This is also a last resort." Guilliman replied. "If Terra and our father have fallen, then Prime Minister Malcador must have also fallen. We must gather all the remaining survivors before it is too late.
Strength. Neither I nor Lai En can accept the other taking charge, but we both agree that you should assume this role."
"You've always been the most like our father," Lane said.
Both of them gave words of encouragement and formally expressed their attitudes.
Among the four, Lin En was the only one who did not speak. He was as silent as if he was asleep. Because his status was really not suitable to express his position at this time, no matter what he said, it was wrong, so he simply remained silent.
But silence is itself an attitude.
Saint Les raised her head, the sun shone on her body through the window of the room, her brilliant blond hair reflected the sun, and her whole person looked like it was radiating brilliance!
"Since I set foot in Macragge, I have noticed that there are no chroniclers around you, and the same is true for Lain."
She turned to look at them.
"Is it just a coincidence?"
"For the sake of caution," Guilliman stood up and replied. Holy Leth's question meant that she basically agreed. At this time, he must show enough respect and sincerity.
"If Terra is immortal, then generations in the future will see betrayal and tampering in what we are doing today. No matter what the reason is, even if this is not our intention, it should never let us do what we do today.
Loyalty was questioned. So, I decided at the beginning of preparations that until this undertaking had to be made public it would leave no trace in history."
"We will not have any recorders responsible for inspection and recording. We will not leave any words or signs."
"If the Five Hundred Worlds are the only survivors of the Empire, then perhaps its history will be recorded in the future and become the only Imperial history. But if Terra is still there and the Emperor is still there, then in the countless years to come,
, it would be an empire that is not remembered, it never happened, it was never imagined.”
"I swear to you!" Guilliman stood in front of Holy Leth with great solemnity, "What we did today was not for betrayal, nor was it to establish a second empire. We were just to preserve the original empire.
And rebuild it under the most likely extreme circumstances."
"Are you willing to swear an oath for this?" Saint Les asked.
"With all my heart," Guilliman answered.
"Do you also support it?" Shengleisi looked at Laien.
Laien stood up with a snap, "With my blood."
Saint Les stood up, and Linn, who was about to fall asleep, immediately stood up with her attitude very clear.
"Then, it's decided!" As soon as Saintly Leth finished speaking, Guilliman and Laien walked to the audience and were about to speak.
"Wait! There is one more thing." Lin En, who had been silent until now, suddenly said,
Several people looked at him doubtfully, especially Lai En. He didn't have much contact with Lin En, so they really couldn't guess what he planned to do at this time.
But Guilliman looked at the smile on his face and somehow suddenly thought of the bottle of wine that day!
"My new legion has nothing. Can everyone support the construction of our brothers' legion?"
…
The city of Macragge seems to glow today, just like in those more glorious years. The tall buildings and spiers in the city are shrouded in golden light, just like they did in the heyday of the Five Hundred Worlds.
The sky is full of spaceships. They form queues and formations and pass overhead, expressing reverence and showing strength. Higher up, giant battleships are bathed in the light of Pharos, floating slowly like sea monsters. Below them
In the lower atmosphere, groups of fighter planes and gunboats roared back and forth. The rumbling roars of the six war horns of the ancient war king echoed in the city covered by thunderclouds.
All the streets were almost empty. Cheering crowds filled every street and alley, while the military parades of the Legiones Astartes, the Imperial Army, the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Central Guard poured out from their respective military camps and fortresses.
Toward the broad military square.
On the towering Titan's Gate, Holy Leth stood in the center wearing the most dazzling light. Perfect like a real angel, she accepted the deafening cheers and salutes of the crowd below.
Lyn, Guilliman and Lain stood aside and said something, but their words were completely drowned in the cheers of the crowd.
